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You whimper in humiliation as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to block out the jeers and whoops and whistles of a crowd of hundreds. You were squatting stark-naked on a stage with your ass and cock out for everyone to see. Oh yeah, and you were deep in the throes of labour.
Your belly hangs heavily off your body as you lean against the legs of your mistress, panting through the pain squeezing tightly around your waist. She had you on a collar and leash, so even if you did find the strength to run away, you would be unable. She smirks and tugs on it a little, making you choke a little, “Come on now sweetheart, open your eyes and look at your audience…~ They’re so happy to see you…~”
“I-I don’t want to…” You whimper, amniotic fluid still dripping from your ass into the massive puddle below your spread feet.
“Do as you’re told.” She tugs the leash again.
Reluctantly, you open your eyes, resting your head against mistress’ hips. Your eyes can’t help but be drawn to her free-hanging cock, thick and veiny and 7 inches long even while draped flaccid against her inner thigh. Mocking you. Reminding you and the audience exactly how this baby had gotten in your belly in the first place.
You cry out as another contraction grips you, the crowd roaring with delight, as you begin to feel an intense pressure in your bottom. A desperate, primal need to bear down on all the weight and pressure in your hips.
“M-mistress, I think I need to push…” You glance up at her. She smiles cruelly.
“So? Do it. Push.”