Okay, so i got this idea from a birth scene from here (0:51-2:00), and i really wanted to write it down somewhere. Hopefully this is good enough for you guys!
"Oh..." Ian groaned, putting a hand to his bulging belly as he felt a pain ripple through it. He stopped walking and bent over, panting through the contraction.
"H-Have to get to the river," he thought as soon as the contraction passed, and he waddled towards a boat near the river.
As soon as he got into the boat, another contraction made him lie down and he spread his legs obscenely, forgetting that he still had his pants on.
"O-Oh shit!" he cried out, feeling the baby move down. He threw his head back and gripped onto the oar tightly, spreading his legs even more to make room for the baby moving south.
He removed his pants quickly and he felt his belly tighten again, the contractions coming closer and closer as he tried to lessen the pain by rubbing his rock-hard stomach.
He panted, trying to squat down like what his father had told him to do when the time came, but a contraction brought him to his knees. He knelt on the boat, trying desperately not to tip it over with his weight.
"H-Help me," he panted as he felt the baby move down further. He put the oar down beside him and he tried to get on all fours, feeling the baby move uncomfortably inside him as it prepared to be birthed.
Unfortunately, there was no sign of humans around and he knew he was stuck all alone in the river. The pressure at his opening was hurting so much that he thought about killing himself before he heard a soft pop and fluid gushed out from his hole, releasing some of the pressure there.
"Ugh," he groaned, feeling a new, stronger kind of contractions build up and he felt the urge to push with them.
He pushed and labored for what felt like eternity before he felt something move and he bent down, looking at his opening. He saw a silver of dark hair poking out of him and he smiled weakly before grabbing his huge stomach again, grunting as he pushed together with the contractions.
A wave of nostalgia hit him as he recounted the day he got pregnant with this child 9 months ago - his best friend, Luke, decided to fuck him at the back of the forest and they laid there for a whole week, making love to each other lazily and kissing under the sun. The village found them naked, lying next to each other and had killed Luke for his 'misconduct' two months later. As Ian was with child, (he had already started to show), he was spared until he gave birth, then he would be killed.
He had escaped the village cell two nights ago and his friend arranged for him to take his boat to another village when he started to experience minor contractions. Ignoring them, he ran as fast as he could in the middle of the night with some food.
Now, he was starting to regret his decision and he rested while he could in between contractions, which were coming almost every minute now. His stomach squirmed and he could see it tightening and contorting, trying to push the child down his birth canal.
"Oh, god!" he shouted, bearing down and clutching the sides of his belly as he pushed. He panted and saw that his shirt was turning translucent from his sweat and he ripped it off, releasing the bulging belly from it's confines. He let out a moan when he felt another contraction, laying his large hands on his exposed belly and he gripped the sides of it, pushing as another contraction hit him, and he felt the baby move down even more. He reach a hand down and could feel the baby's nose and eyes already out of his body.
"Ahh!" he screamed, spreading his legs as wide as he could and he grunted before pushing down again.
Ian groaned as he picked up the oar once again after hearing galloping sounds from far away.
'They're coming to find me,' he thought, worrying himself over and over that they were going to take his child. Never mind if he gets killed - he just needed his child to live.
He forced himself into a better sitting position, feeling his belly contract and tighten as he steered the boat further across the river. He made it to the middle of the river before he couldn't stand the pain anymore and he lay down, legs spread in the air. He gripped his thighs and he pushed, his legs shaking and he felt more fluid leak out of his hole as the baby's head slowly emerged.
He heard the sound of horses galloping fade away and he relaxed, bringing his feet to rest on the boat, but still holding onto his thighs. He sat back up and tried to steer the boat to the other side of the river when he felt a contraction - the strongest one so far - hit him and he panted, pushing and grunting like an animal through it.
He knew that the head was out and the rest was the easiest part, but he still had to turn the baby's shoulders and catch him/her. He labored and pushed for what seemed like eternity, and soon the sun began to set. He had managed to get one shoulder out of him, but the other one stubbornly refused to budge.
He brought his hands do the baby and started to ease the child out of his body and sighed in relief when the other shoulder got out of him. He continued to push together with the contractions, feeling the baby inch out of him. He finally gave birth when the baby popped out with a huge gush of fluids and blood, and he lay down on the boat trying to catch his breath.
"Y-You're so beautiful," he whispered, laying the baby down on his swollen chest and encouraging it to drink. He was about to doze off when another pain hit him and he arched his back up, throwing his still heavily pregnant belly towards the sky.
"Ohh! Not another one! Please!" he cried out, rubbing his huge, sweaty belly with his hand. It wasn't as firm or big as before, but there definitely was something else in there.
"Oh god!" he groaned, delivering the first placenta and trying to catch his breath before the other baby came.
Ian clutched the sides of his enormous belly as he bore down, trying to get the other child's head out. He was trying to keep an eye on the baby he had already birthed while trying to give birth to the other.
"Ohhhh," he groaned, feeling the pressure at his opening increasing, and he tried to catch his breath before the next contraction knocked the wind out of him. He breathed heavily, feeling sweat pouring down his forehead.
The baby he had already given birth too was squirming against his chest and the baby let go of his nipple, crying out loudly. He breathed heavily as he brought his hands up to the baby, soothing him as he rubbed it's back.
"It's okay, it's o-oh!" he squeezed his eyes shut and he gasped, feeling a gush of fluids exit his opening and the pressure lessened.
An incredibly strong contraction gripped him and he moved one hand down from his baby to his belly, rubbing it and trying to push the baby down using his hand. He pushed against his aching belly and felt the baby inside him move down his birth canal.
"Ahh!" he cried out, feeling not a head, but a butt start to come out of him.
'Oh, shit, this is a breach baby!' he thought worriedly, groaning and writhing against the contractions. He knew he had to push this baby out quickly or it'll die inside of him, but he simply couldn't muster the strength to do it.
He took one quick glance at his baby in his arm and gritted his teeth, spreading his legs out further and bearing down with the next contraction, determined to get this child out. He felt the legs exit his body and he fell back against the boat, feeling it rock wildly as he did so.
"Ugh," he panted, gripping his hard belly with his hand. He saw the baby in his arm try to latch onto one of his nipples and he guided it there while in the middle of another contraction, feeling it suck on his swollen chest with vigour.
With tears in his eyes, he kept pushing through the night, desperately trying to birth this child before it died inside of him. He felt the small baby on him cry softly before dozing off, shivering every so often. He hugged it close to him and continued pushing the other baby out, heaving a sigh of relief when the torso made it's way agonizingly slowly out.
"O-Oh god..." he groaned, rubbing his heaving belly and curling up around the enormous orb every so often, trying in vain to expel the child. He moaned when the baby suddenly lurched forward, catching him by surprise. However, he felt glad as this meant that the child would be making an appearance soon.
He continued to push and labored on for what felt like eons before he heard a faint pop and the baby was fully birthed. He reached down, careful not to wake his other child and picked the baby up. The baby's hands were a little purple, but he was already wailing with a pair of strong, healthy lungs.
Ian kissed both his children and started to cry, feeling mixed emotions as he embraced his and Luke's offspring. He felt a weak contraction hit him and winced, but knew it was just the afterbirth.
The sun rose over the horizon and the river sparkled as Ian and his two children lay down to sleep.
Ian groaned as he picked up the oar once again after hearing galloping sounds from far away.
'They're coming to find me,' he thought, worrying himself over and over that they were going to take his child. Never mind if he gets killed - he just needed his child to live.
He forced himself into a better sitting position, feeling his belly contract and tighten as he steered the boat further across the river. He made it to the middle of the river before he couldn't stand the pain anymore and he lay down, legs spread in the air. He gripped his thighs and he pushed, his legs shaking and he felt more fluid leak out of his hole as the baby's head slowly emerged.
He heard the sound of horses galloping fade away and he relaxed, bringing his feet to rest on the boat, but still holding onto his thighs. He sat back up and tried to steer the boat to the other side of the river when he felt a contraction - the strongest one so far - hit him and he panted, pushing and grunting like an animal through it.
He knew that the head was out and the rest was the easiest part, but he still had to turn the baby's shoulders and catch him/her. He labored and pushed for what seemed like eternity, and soon the sun began to set. He had managed to get one shoulder out of him, but the other one stubbornly refused to budge.
He brought his hands do the baby and started to ease the child out of his body and sighed in relief when the other shoulder got out of him. He continued to push together with the contractions, feeling the baby inch out of him. He finally gave birth when the baby popped out with a huge gush of fluids and blood, and he lay down on the boat trying to catch his breath.
"Y-You're so beautiful," he whispered, laying the baby down on his swollen chest and encouraging it to drink. He was about to doze off when another pain hit him and he arched his back up, throwing his still heavily pregnant belly towards the sky.
"Ohh! Not another one! Please!" he cried out, rubbing his huge, sweaty belly with his hand. It wasn't as firm or big as before, but there definitely was something else in there.
"Oh god!" he groaned, delivering the first placenta and trying to catch his breath before the other baby came.
Ian clutched the sides of his enormous belly as he bore down, trying to get the other child's head out. He was trying to keep an eye on the baby he had already birthed while trying to give birth to the other.
"Ohhhh," he groaned, feeling the pressure at his opening increasing, and he tried to catch his breath before the next contraction knocked the wind out of him. He breathed heavily, feeling sweat pouring down his forehead.
The baby he had already given birth too was squirming against his chest and the baby let go of his nipple, crying out loudly. He breathed heavily as he brought his hands up to the baby, soothing him as he rubbed it's back.
"It's okay, it's o-oh!" he squeezed his eyes shut and he gasped, feeling a gush of fluids exit his opening and the pressure lessened.
An incredibly strong contraction gripped him and he moved one hand down from his baby to his belly, rubbing it and trying to push the baby down using his hand. He pushed against his aching belly and felt the baby inside him move down his birth canal.
"Ahh!" he cried out, feeling not a head, but a butt start to come out of him.
'Oh, shit, this is a breach baby!' he thought worriedly, groaning and writhing against the contractions. He knew he had to push this baby out quickly or it'll die inside of him, but he simply couldn't muster the strength to do it.
He took one quick glance at his baby in his arm and gritted his teeth, spreading his legs out further and bearing down with the next contraction, determined to get this child out. He felt the legs exit his body and he fell back against the boat, feeling it rock wildly as he did so.
"Ugh," he panted, gripping his hard belly with his hand. He saw the baby in his arm try to latch onto one of his nipples and he guided it there while in the middle of another contraction, feeling it suck on his swollen chest with vigour.
With tears in his eyes, he kept pushing through the night, desperately trying to birth this child before it died inside of him. He felt the small baby on him cry softly before dozing off, shivering every so often. He hugged it close to him and continued pushing the other baby out, heaving a sigh of relief when the torso made it's way agonizingly slowly out.
"O-Oh god..." he groaned, rubbing his heaving belly and curling up around the enormous orb every so often, trying in vain to expel the child. He moaned when the baby suddenly lurched forward, catching him by surprise. However, he felt glad as this meant that the child would be making an appearance soon.
He continued to push and labored on for what felt like eons before he heard a faint pop and the baby was fully birthed. He reached down, careful not to wake his other child and picked the baby up. The baby's hands were a little purple, but he was already wailing with a pair of strong, healthy lungs.
Ian kissed both his children and started to cry, feeling mixed emotions as he embraced his and Luke's offspring. He felt a weak contraction hit him and winced, but knew it was just the afterbirth.
The sun rose over the horizon and the river sparkled as Ian and his two children lay down to sleep.