Imagine you're a superhero who gets pregnant. Turns out the baby is just like you - practically invulnerable. And your city needs you. So you just keep fighting, taking down bad guys, saving the city. It's okay - you still have time. Next week you'll go on maternity leave.
The baby dropped last night and you've been cramping terribly all day, but you really don't have time to think about that. First babies are usually slow, anyway. You realize that you're getting too big and heavy to fly and jump between rooftops, as you have a hard time catching your breath. You are definitely taking maternity leave after this. But the bad guy you're fighting tonight is actually bordering on super villain, so you better suck it up and get moving.
If only your belly would stop cramping.
You hunch over and grit your teeth as a downright vicious cramp tears through you. The pressure in your hips makes you want to shoot something. Or spread your legs and push, which, yeah... That's a scary thought.
A flash of purple light has you throwing yourself to the side, taking cover behind a wall as the bad guy shoots at you with his weird energy weapon. You land clumsily, because hello; baby! As you crouch next to the wall you feel a small pop inside you and then warm fluid is running down your legs. It feels so uncomfortable inside your leather suit that it takes a while for you to realize what it means. The baby is definitely coming.
Realization strikes you just as another contraction does, squeezing in on you with such force that you completely loose track of your surroundings. There's a definite downwards movement inside you and the baby's head suddenly feels like a bowling ball right between your legs. And there's this terrible urge to push.
But you're a superhero, dammit, and there's a bad guy. As soon as the contraction releases, you're on your feet, moving towards the ladder he's in the process of climbing. You can't hold back a moan as gravity lets your baby slip down further, your nether lips bulging around a head that feels grotesquely huge. While you logically know there's no chance in hell that you can climb that latter like this, you still move determinedly towards it.
As you grab onto the ladder your belly tightens up again, squeezing your baby downwards with an incredible force. You can't breathe, can't think beyond the need to get this baby out of you, right this second. So you gather all your super strength and you push.
You grit your teeth around a scream as you feel yourself parting around your baby's head, the burning pain completely overwhelming you. It feels like you're on fire, like someone is shoving a fire-poker between your legs, branding you forever as a mother.
The contraction releases and you gulp in huge lungfuls of air, trying to keep the panic at bay as the baby goes back in a bit, partly because you stopped pushing and partly because, well, your leather suit is tight. And then you really panic, your eyes widening almost comically because you realize that you're still wearing the suit.
By now the contractions are almost on top of each other, so before you can even think about removing your suit, the pain is back. You're now completely at the mercy of your own body and it's demanding that you push. The burning between your legs intensifies as the baby starts crowning more. The hand not white knuckling the ladder goes between your legs to feel the bulge of your baby's head pressing against the crotch of your suit. You always knew that you carried a big baby but the size of it's head still surprises you.
The baby finally comes to a full crown and you try to spread your legs more where you stand, alone on a rooftop, delivering your baby into your suit. You draw a quick breath and keep pushing, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back in effort, but nothing happens. Your free hand moves over the bulge where the head is straining against the leather, halfway out but not able to go further. Shit. You need to get your suit off.
As the contraction releases, you fumble with the zipper at your chest, cursing your impractical suit. You almost break the zipper in your haste to get it down, but somehow you manage to unzip it. Unfortunately it ends at the bottom of your belly, a couple of inches above your groin. Your break is already over and you can no longer hold back a scream as your body forces you to push against a baby that's going nowhere. Your hand goes back between your legs, feeling the baby move the tiniest bit out, the bulge growing slightly with the force of your push. But as soon as you pause to draw a new breath, the bulge shrinks, the leather forcing the baby back into your body, making you yell out in pain.
The next break between contractions you release the ladder and scramble to get your shoulders and arms out of your suit. You manage to peel yourself out of the leather until it's hanging from your waist, still sticking tightly to your but and crotch area. As the pain returns, you curse yourself for choosing leather over spandex, breath deep and push.
With the leather no longer sticking to your shoulders, there seems to be a bit more give, as the head moves down more. It stops before it's completely out, the baby's body feeling huge in your birth canal as it kicks and squirms, as desperate to be born as you are to give birth. You squat down, hands on your knees, but spreading your legs only pulls the suit tighter over your crotch. You growl, the pressure and burning in your body building as the contraction and you frantically fight against your clothes.
Once again the contraction releases and you strain to get your suit past your hips. With the baby's head between your legs it's a tight fit to say the least. You get it halfway past your hips before it stops. You realize that you can't remove the suit with your legs spread, so you straighten up a bit and try to close them. Almost immediately you can feel the head touching your tighs, lie there's a soccer ball between your legs. You shove on the suit, pressing your legs as close together as the head will let them. In this position you're interrupted by another contraction.
The urge to spread your legs and push is completely irresistible. You try, but your legs are locked in position by that damned suit. The head pushes against your tighs and you have to grip the ladder again, as to not fall over. You feel tears slip beneath your mask and run down your cheeks as you scream and scream, completely losing it. The pain is everywhere, the pressure and desperation so extremely inescapable, and you beg for anyone to help you. Anyone at all. Hell, you would even welcome the bad guy you where chasing, with open arms. There's nothing in this world you want as much as to give birth right now.
As the contraction slowly releases, you waste no time in shoving your suit down to your ankles. Ignoring your shoes and how your feet are still stuck in the sweaty leather, you squat down, knees pointing outwards, and barely waiting for another contraction, you push. The baby's head pops out almost ridiculously easy, after all the previous struggling. You let your hands run over the sticky hair and the tiny ears. The head is massive in your hands, and as it turns to face your leg, the shoulders grinding inside your birth canal, pressing against your opening, you realize how truly big your baby is. Compared to your relatively petite frame, the baby halfway out of you is enormous.
You push hard as a final contraction grips you, and catch the baby as its body finally slides out of yours. Your knees hit the ground as you bring it up to your naked chest. You're thankful for your naturally high body temperature, as you cling to your crying son, both of you naked. As the night breeze cools your sweaty body, you briefly glance up with a shiver. Your city stretches out before you, as asleep as a city ever is, and you return your gazed to your long awaited son. You realize that in this moment you can see your entire world from this rooftop.
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By babiesbeingborn, I can also be found at deviant art as starswhenyoushine :)
