Janice squirmed in pain. Her stomach felt like an overripe watermelon about to burst. Every time she started to doze to sleep, the baby inside her would kick and she would be startled awake. Tears ran down her cheeks as she was forced to suffer in silent.
A wave of pain rose up, a contraction. They had been happening for as long as she could remember, which wasn't long anymore without any idea of time passing or anything else. She didn't even have the comforting click of the impregnation hose. It was just her and her body, twisting back and forth as she suffered.
She had to be close to giving birth. Over the last few months, her body had gotten heavier but the constant tension on her shoulders and hips made it impossible to tell how much.
The baby kicked.
She shook her head, working her raw lips over her glued-together teeth. Her nether muscles clenched over the dildos inside her. It didn't matter how much she clamped down, there was no call for help, no request for anything.
With a shudder coursing through her body, she felt the next contraction coming. It was a wave of pain that clutched her insides and sent her pulse racing. She sobbed silently as she could not even scream as the pain rose into agony.
Something trilled.
She froze at the unexpected sound. She thought she had heard it once before.
Another trill.
Then a warmth spread out from her neck. It seemed to trace along her blood vessels to warm her skin and tingle her breasts. The heat crept up her neck to envelop her cheeks and scalp. She felt the prickle of sweat forming across her brow.
For a brief, blissful moment, the pain of her contractions faded.
And then then she lost track of everything.