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Emira Blight rubbed her huge pregnant belly, feeling the baby inside kicking back against her hand. “I know,” she whispered out loud. “You’ll be out soon. Don’t worry.”

An arachno-demon sitting next to her gave her a strange look with all eight of his eyes. Em blushed slightly. She was used to talking to her baby, even if it couldn’t understand her. But it probably seemed weird here in the hospital waiting room. 

Em was two weeks overdue. She should have given birth and been back home already, but the baby stubbornly refused to come out. Her body just wouldn’t go into labour. That’s why she was here at the hospital - to have a doctor perform a spell to induce labour. 

Despite the inconvenience of moving around while full-term pregnant, Em felt lucky. She was only here for something expected. The other Witches and Demons here all looked sick, hopefully she wouldn’t catch something. Their faces were vague and indistinct, unimportant to her situation and not really worth paying attention to. 

A handsome nurse with a goatee appeared from the door that led deeper into the hospital. “Em-” he started to say. 

Em straightened up in her seat a little, fighting the weight of her pregnant belly and breasts. She was getting called in!

“-ilius?” said the nurse. “Emilius Longspike?”

Titan curse it, he was looking for someone else. Too bad, he was cute. Em would’ve liked to flirt with him. She had tried to look at least a little attractive - as much as she could while 42-weeks pregnant. The summer heat had left her in short shorts and a tanktop with its front cut out to make room for her huge pregnant belly, which was completely bare. 

Across the waiting room, an elderly Demon with neon yellow skin and three eyes stood up. Leaning heavily on his cane, the old man tottered over to the handsome nurse, who led him through the doors and deeper into the hospital. As the nurse turned around, he made eye contact with Em, and she felt herself blush slightly. He had green eyes - her favourite colour. 

The baby kicked again, and Em rubbed her belly to soothe it. An infant, held in its mother’s arms on the other side of the room, started crying. Em tried not to listen, but just the sound of it triggered a familiar sensation in her pregnancy-swollen breasts. She felt a little warm dampness on her chest, and didn’t have to look down to see what was happening. Unwanted lactation had been a problem for weeks now. 

Sighing, Em crossed her arms over her chest. She was wearing a maternity bra with a pad inside that could soak up a little milk, but her breasts had gone into overdrive since her due date had passed. It was like they knew they were supposed to be feeding a hungry baby right now, and the slightest hint of that set them off. They were huge too, at least double their pre-pregnancy size, and her too-small tank top was acting like a push-up bra, creating a bountiful line of cleavage and making them seem even bigger. 

The inner door swished open again, disgorging another nurse. This one was a young woman, right around Em’s age. Her skin was fair, and muscles stood out under her tight scrubs. She seemed to have some kind of spiky aesthetic, since she was wearing a fishhook for an earring and a spiked ring for a hair tie, which corralled her long brown hair into a ponytail that reached her waist. 

“Emira?” said the new nurse. “Emira Blight?” Her eyes cast around the room, and when they made contact with Em’s, it was clear that they were green. 

“Here!” replied Em, waving her arm. “Just give me a sec to - ugh,” she said, trying to stand up. The waiting room chair was too short for her liking, and combined with the excessive size of her pregnancy, she couldn’t get up. 

In a second, the nurse was there. “Need a hand?” she asked with a smile. 

“Yeah,” said Em with embarrassment. “This seat is too low and I’m just so big and - oh!” she gasped as the nurse easily lifted her to her feet. 

“Don’t worry, I got you,” said the nurse. “The name’s Viney, by the way.”

“Emira Blight,” said Em. Holy Titan, this nurse was cute. And strong! “But, uh, you already know that. Because you called my name.” She felt herself blushing as she rambled. 

The nurse (Viney. She had to call her by her name!) smiled at her, looking cute enough to make her go weak in the knees. Em wobbled and grabbed Viney’s arm for stability. She felt the firm muscles under her hands, trying to ignore the little bit of heat that had kindled in her core. She was here to get induced, not feel up hospital hotties. 

“Can you walk by yourself?” asked Viney. “If not, I can get you a wheelchair.” She put a stabilising arm around Em’s waist, resting her warm hand lightly on the bare side of her pregnant belly. 

Em gasped slightly at the sudden skin-to-skin contact, feeling the heat in her core grow undeniably erotic. “I think that’s a good idea,” she said nervously. 

Viney took Em’s hand and guided it to the armrest of the chair. “Wait right here, and hang on. I’m gonna go grab one for you. If you feel like you’re gonna fall, sit back down.”

“Yes ma’am,” Em squeaked, blushing slightly. Having her hand grabbed and moved around like that was a little arousing. She loved a partner who was stronger than her, who could pin her down or tie her up, but this wasn’t the place to be getting horny.

Viney walked away to wherever they kept wheelchairs. Em tried not to stare at her butt as she went. Her tight scrubs emphasised its large, muscular curves. Still, the cute nurse’s ass had nothing on her own. Pregnancy had plumped it up with muscle, necessary to carry her baby weight, and fat, to power lactation once the baby was born. 

Almost as soon as she’d gone, Viney returned, a frown on her face. “Sorry, looks like we’re all out of wheelchairs.” She crossed her arms over her chest, highlighting her buff biceps. “Is there any chance you can walk?”

Em let go of the chair’s armrest and took a few steps, but a flurry of activity inside her womb threw off her centre of balance and she stumbled right into Viney’s arms. “Oh my Titan, I’m so sorry!” exclaimed Em, clinging to the nurse.

Viney smiled down at her. Because Em was leaning over to hold on to her, the nurse was currently taller, and that sent another little flicker of heat into Em’s core. “It’s okay,” said the nurse. “But if you can’t walk, my only other option is to carry you.”

“What?” said Em, feeling pink heat creep across her face. 

Before she could say anything else, the muscular nurse scooped her up in a princess carry. Her pregnant belly was pressed against the tops of her thick thighs, and her boobs rested atop its pale roundness, creating a long line of cleavage. Em could feel Viney’s strong arms underneath her, one hand wrapping around her shoulders and the other under her knees. 

“Let’s get you to a hospital bed, huh?” said Viney. 

“Okay!” squeaked Em, blushing pink. Wet heat was building in her pussy now, triggered by her current state. She was helpless, swept up in the powerful arms of a beautiful nurse. 

Balancing on one leg, Viney karate-kicked the inner door open, carrying Em into a white hallway. “The maternity ward is on the second floor,” said the nurse. “We just have to go to the elevators at the end of this hallway.”

“Okay,” said Em. Then, feeling bold, she tried to strike up some conversation. “So, uh, how long have you been a nurse?”

“Only two years, ever since I graduated from secondary school,” said Viney. 

Em cheered internally. That put the cute nurse at age 20 - the same as her. 

“So, uh, how many are you expecting?” asked Viney, eyeing Em’s huge pregnant belly. 

“Just one,” she said demurely. “It’s just a big baby.”

Viney nodded. “Boy or girl?”

“I don’t know,” said Em. “You can probably find it in my medical records, but I asked the doctor not to tell me. I want it to be a surprise.”

Viney shrugged, which lifted Em against her boobs. “Not like it really matters for you at this point.”

“Yeah,” said Em. “The baby’s not going to care about the colour of its clothes.”

“And what does the other parent think? Dad or mom?” asked Viney. 

Em averted her eyes. “There is no other parent.”

“Sorry,” said Viney. Then she continued. “Like, immaculate-conception-by-the-Titan or are they just not in the scene right now?”

“Not in the scene right now,” said Em. “I had a bunch of one-night-stands in a row nine months ago. It could be any of a dozen people.”

“You’re very committed, to want to raise the baby on your own,” noted Viney. 

Em shrugged as best she could while being held in a princess carry. “I always wanted kids.”

They had passed dozens of doors, but now Viney stopped at one that seemed identical to the others. “Okay, here’s where you change into your hospital gown,” she said, pushing it open with her hip and depositing Em on a bench inside. The room was small and white, like everything else in this hospital. 

“Where do I put my clothes?” asked Em, feeling a wet spot in her panties now that she was sitting down. This nurse was really turning her on. 

Viney opened a cabinet and handed her a bag. “All patient belongings go in the bag,” she said. 

“Thanks,” said Em, taking it from her. 

“Will you be able to undress yourself?” asked Viney. “I can help if you need.”

“Huh? Oh, no!” Em squeaked, blushing. XXX-rated fantasies of the hot nurse stripping her flashed through her mind. Those powerful hands would undress her with ease, those full lips would trail kisses down her swollen, aching, desperate pregnant body, straight to the wet labia lips that were hidden beneath her pregnant belly. 

“I’m a professional,” said Viney. “I do this all the time. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“I can handle it, thanks,” said Em. 

“Alright, just knock on the door when you’re done,” said Viney. She stepped outside and closed the door, but her shadow was visible on the frosted glass of the window. 

It was kind of hot to think that she was being guarded in here. Em quickly got to work stripping, taking off her tank top and stuffing it into the sack. Her maternity bra had wet spots over her milky nipples, but they hadn’t soaked through to the tank top, which was a relief. 

Then it was time to wiggle her short shorts off her wide hips. Her thick thighs and plump ass made the job difficult, but the lowered mobility caused by her overdue pregnant belly really hampered her efforts. Grunting and straining, she managed to get the garment down past her ankles and kicked it off. Then, after struggling to peel off her socks, she used her toes to grab the shorts off the floor. She was far too pregnant to bend over and grab them the normal way. 

Panting slightly with exertion, Em sat there in her bra and panties, feeling how both garments were wet. That was to be expected for the bra, given her milky nipples, but she hadn’t expected to be so aroused. The effortless work of the gorgeous nurse was turning her on. 

Em’s panties were very stretched-out due to her advanced stage of pregnancy, so they were fairly easy to take off and kick into the bag. Then, she removed her bra. Her nipples had stopped dripping milk for now, but she knew that the slightest provocation would have them leaking again. 

That left her naked and exposed in the cool hospital air. Goosebumps prickled across her hot skin, and her nipples stiffened up. She could feel the swollen lips of her juicy snatch pressing against the wooden bench. Pregnancy had made her genitalia extra sensitive and bigger, as her labia lips and clitoris swelled full of blood, now that more was being demanded around that area to supply the baby. 

Even though her nipples had stopped leaking, they were still stiff in the cool air, showing off her nipple bar piercings. Her clitoral piercing was evident too, since her lovebean was so engorged from her pregnancy hormones. She wanted to take it out before giving birth, in case it got caught on something, but now wasn’t the time. Judging by the wetness of her panties, the slightest touch of her clit would send her quivering into orgasm. 

Unfolding the hospital gown and draping it over her pregnant form, Em carefully tied its strings into knots. The one around her neck closed easily enough, but the one meant to go around her waist was too short. Her huge pregnant belly was pushing the gown out, preventing the strings from reaching in the back. That would leave her back and thick asscheeks exposed, but she almost didn’t mind. She wanted Viney to see her body. 

Em knocked on the inside of the door. “Okay, I’m ready!”

The door swung open, revealing Viney, who had rolled up her sleeves to expose her muscular forearms. “All set?” asked the attractive nurse. 

Em tried not to stare. “Yup!”

Viney stuck her arm through the loops of Em’s bag of belongings. “Then let’s get up to the maternity ward.”

Em squeaked slightly as the nurse picked her up. The fabric of her hospital gown was very thin, and she could really feel the definition in the woman’s arm muscles against her body. The shapeless garment had bunched up on the side, letting her asscheek, hip, and the side of her pregnant belly, all bare, press against Viney’s scrubs. Its other side still hung down to preserve her modesty. 

Viney looked like she was doing maths in her head. “So you’ve been pregnant since November?” she asked as they continued down the hallway. 

“Late October, actually,” said Em. “I’m overdue by two weeks. That’s why I’m here, actually - to get the spell to start labour.”

“Oof,” said Viney. “You’ve tried all the normal things to try and initiate labour?” 

“Yeah,” said Em. “Exercise, eating spicy foods, getting a massage, eating pineapple, drinking tea, using a breastpump, even eating that crazy salad.” She looked pointedly at her pregnant swell, now covered by the thin fabric of the hospital gown. “You can probably tell that none of them worked.”

Finally, they’d arrived at the elevator. Viney elbowed the rune, and the shimmering magical barrier in front of the elevator shaft faded away. A magical platform sprang into being with a polite ding. She stepped onto it and said, “second floor.”

As the elevator went upward, Viney leaned down toward Em’s ear, her hot breath sending a little shiver through the pregnant Blight. “Have you heard that rough sex can trigger labour?”

Before Em could respond, the elevator dinged. They’d arrived at the second floor. The magical door barrier winked out, and Viney carried her into another hallway, following a conspicuous sign that read maternity ward . 

“I’ve heard that, but I have no one to, uh, get the job done,” said Em with a blush. 

Inside her womb, the baby rolled over, causing bumps and bulges to appear on the smooth, fabric-covered surface of her pregnant belly. “Hnnngh,” Em groaned. “I just want you out!” she said in frustration.

“Here we are!” announced Viney. They had come to a large set of double doors, stencil-painted with the words maternity ward . 

Em gulped in anticipation. Soon, she was going to be in labour, one way or another. 

Viney carried her inside, greeting the other nurses who passed by. The sounds of uncomfortable pregnant women filled Em’s ears, panting and groaning, huffing and puffing, and even sometimes screaming in pain as they gave birth. That was going to be her in a few hours. 

Em found herself being placed on a soft hospital bed in a small side room - the usual curtain-around-the-bed didn’t cut it in such a noisy environment. She lay on her back, with the full weight of her overdue pregnant belly pressing down on her insides. Viney closed the door behind them, dropped the bag of clothes in the corner, and hustled over to a runic tablet mounted to a roller stand. She tapped it several times causing an Illusion display to spring to life. 

“Okay, I have to put some spells on you to monitor your vitals,” said the nurse. 

Em nodded. “Go ahead.”

Viney swirled her finger, drawing a blue spell circle. “Puddles,” she said, very clearly.

The Illusions around the two girls faded as the Concealment Stones creating them powered down. Viney was still dressed in medical scrubs and Em was still pregnant and wearing a hospital gown - Illusion clothes were no fun to take off - but their surroundings had changed completely. Instead of the sterile white halls of the Bonesborough Hospital, they were in Em’s bedroom at Blight Manor. 

Em raised an eyebrow from her spot on the bed. “I’m not upset, but why use the safeword?”

“I need a break after carrying you for that long,” said Viney. “You’re heavy when you’re pregnant, Emmy.”

“Ugh, don’t I know it,” said Em. “And I’m supposed to be overdue, so it’s like 35 pounds instead of 30 like it’s supposed to be.”

For of course, this was just another sexy roleplay for them. Em was simulated pregnant, and Viney was playing the part of the sexy dom nurse who would fuck her into labour. It was a simple premise, but an exciting one. 

Viney grabbed a glass of water from the top of the wardrobe and sucked it down. “Ahh, that’s better,” she said, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. 

“You didn’t save any for me?” Em mock-pouted. 

“You don’t look like you’re thirsty,” said Viney. 

“Vines, look at my pussy,” said Em, letting her knees fall to the sides and exposing her wet snatch. “I’m so thirsty right now.”

Viney’s eyes locked in on her pregnancy-plumpened nether lips, already wet with slick juices. “Yeah,” she said, humour running under her words, “but I meant the drinking kind of thirsty.”

“I’m too pregnant to stand up and get water,” said Em. 

“You’re not really pregnant, it’s just from the pregnancy simulation glyphs,” Viney teased. 

“The weight is real enough. Can you bring me some water?” asked Em. 

Viney took a second glass from the wardrobe and carried it over. She handed it to Em, who smiled gratefully and drank it all down. “Thanks.”

“Of course.”

Em passed the empty glass back to her girlfriend. “Okay, ready to keep going?”

“You bet,” said Viney, stowing the drinking cup inside the nightstand to keep it out of the way. 

Em swirled her finger into a cyan spell circle, and the whole room flashed bright white as the Concealment Stones re-activated. A thrill ran through her pregnant body - the good part was about to start. 

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“Your due date was … let me see … August 5th?” asked the doctor, his face obscured behind a surgical mask and thick glasses. That seemed a little unrealistic, but he was just an Illusion anyway. A mere minor character generated by the Concealment Stones that gave this sexy roleplay its setting. 

Em shifted uncomfortably in the hospital bed, her huge pregnant belly weighing her down. “Yes,” she groaned, feeling her baby kick inside. She rubbed her belly to try and calm it down. 

“And today’s date is … nurse, what day is it?” asked the faceless doctor. 

“August 18th, sir,” said Viney. 

Though his mouth was hidden behind the surgical mask, Em could tell the doctor was frowning. “Ah,” he said disappointedly. “Unfortunately, you must wait a full two weeks after your due date before we can induce labour.”

“What?” exclaimed Em. “But it’s been two weeks!”

“Today is the fourteenth day,” noted the doctor, holding up his pencil as though lecturing a student. “Two weeks have not finished yet. We can induce you tomorrow morning, Miss Blight, but no sooner.”

“Seriously?” asked Em. “Look how big I am! I need to get this baby out of me!” she pointed at her large pregnant belly, currently covered by her hospital gown. 

“Worry not,” said the doctor, smiling with his eyes. “Only 2 percent of women fail to go into labour within 42 weeks of pregnancy. Who knows? Maybe tonight is your lucky night,” he said, awkwardly patting her bare foot at the end of the hospital bed. 

“Ugh,” Em groaned. Her baby kicked, hard, pushing up a bulge on the smooth surface of her distended abdomen, tenting the fabric of her hospital gown. “Nnngh!” she moaned, rubbing the spot to try and soothe her active offspring. 

“It’s much easier on the body if labour starts naturally,” explained the doctor. “The spell forces it to go fast, which is more risky. Your birth will go smoother if you don’t need to get induced. Otherwise I’d cast it on you right now,” he reassured. 

“Okay,” Em mumbled in defeat. “See you in the morning?”

“First thing,” said the doctor. “And I’ll be bringing the birthing team.”

With that, the masked man gave a little wave and left the room, closing the door behind him. 

Em heaved a sigh, except she couldn’t even take a deep breath with how much of her internal volume was being occupied by her womb. She looked to Viney, who was still present, standing behind a runic tablet and tapping away on an Illusion screen. The sexy nurse was sneaking little glances at her from time to time. 

Viney’s finger tapped a rune, and the stone tablet powered down, its Illusions disappearing. She walked over to Em’s bedside, pulled up a stool, and sat down. “It sucks that you have to wait,” she said diplomatically. 

“Yeah,” Em said. “I just really want the baby out of me. I’m so huge,” she said, rubbing her pregnant belly through the hospital gown. 

Viney cast furtive eyes at the door’s grated window. “You remember what I told you earlier?” she whispered into Em’s ear. 

Em shivered slightly at the stimulation right next to her sensitive earlobe. “That rough sex can trigger labour?”

“Yeah,” Viney husked. The sound went straight to Em’s core, stoking the coals of lust that had been smouldering there ever since she first saw the hot nurse. 

“What about it?” asked Em. 

Viney stood up and walked to the door, drawing a small privacy curtain over the window. Now, there was no way to see out - or in. She stood at the end of the bed, making intense eye contact, and Em blushed and looked away. The sound of rustling fabric drew her gaze back, and her jaw went slack as the sexy nurse removed her shirt, leaving her in just a bra that struggled to contain her large, jiggly tits. Her arm muscles were on full display, and they were even more intense than Em had hoped. 

A deep blush passed over Em’s face and her eyes went wide, drinking in the sexy sight of the buff goddess before her. “Um,” she said. “Uh, you, I, you mean …” she blubbered. 

Viney approached her, leaning down to Em could see her muscled back. Her lips pressed against the erogenous zone at the tip of Em’s pointed ear. “I can help with that.”

“Yes please!” exclaimed Em, rubbing her thighs together. There was no reason to hide her lust now. 

Viney backed away and slowly took off her pants. It was tantalising, the way she tugged the waistband up and down right above her asscheeks, making her muscular glutes jiggle enticingly. “I’ve seen the way you look at me,” she said, dropping the pants to her ankles, exposing her thick, muscular legs and thong-covered ass. 

Em squirmed on the hospital bed. “I’m sorry,” she panted. “You’re just so hot.”

“You’re a catch yourself,” said Viney, kicking the pants off her feet. Now, she was just wearing a bra and panties. She posed at the foot of the bed, showing off her muscular arms, toned eight-pack abs, firm ass, and powerful thighs. 

“Holy Titan,” Em moaned. “You’re so hot, Viney.”

The nurse moved closer and leaned over Em, dangling her bra-bound titties in her face. “Not as hot as you are. Titan, I’ve been staring at your tits since I first saw you. I wanna drink your milk,” she husked. 

“Go ahead!” exclaimed Em, struggling to get her boobs out. Unfortunately, her hospital gown opened at the back. 

“C’mon, let’s get you naked,” Viney teased, sliding a hand around the back of Em’s neck to access the ties of her hospital gown. 

Em leaned forward, feeling the ache in her already-strained abdominal muscles. “No one looks sexy in one of these things, huh?”

Viney deftly untied all the knots. “Nope,” she said. 

Em laid back down and let Viney pull the hospital gown off her body. She instinctively pressed her knees together, hiding her wet pussy, and put an arm over her breasts to cover her milky nipples. She felt exposed and vulnerable, rendered helpless by the huge pregnant sphere that dominated both her abdomen and her field of view. She could feel the cold metal of her nipple bar piercings against her covering arm. 

“You’re so sexy,” Viney praised as she tossed the hospital gown aside. “I love your big, milky tits. I’ve been wanting to squeeze your ass ever since you put on that gown. And I can’t wait to taste that pregnant pussy.”

Em moaned, then clapped a hand over her mouth, blushing pink. “Sorry. You just have me really turned on.”

“You can be as loud as you want,” said Viney with a sexy smirk. “This is the maternity ward. Pretty much everyone here is moaning.”

In response, Em spread her legs, letting her knees fall to the sides. Though she couldn’t see it around her huge pregnant belly, she knew her moist cunny and pierced clit were now fully on display. 

Viney’s eyes went wide. “Holy Titan, that’s the best pussy I’ve ever seen,” she breathed. 

“Oh? You see lots of pussies?” flirted Em with a cheeky wink. 

“I work in the maternity ward,” Viney deadpanned. 

“Right,” said Em, mentally facepalming. 

Viney leaned down on Em’s left side, sticking out her plump ass but bending her head behind Em’s pregnant belly. “So how do you want it?” she asked. 

A sudden hot, wet breeze blew against Em’s sensitive labia lips. “Cunnilingus?” asked Viney. 

“Yes!” Em squirmed with lust as the nurse moved up her body. 

Viney was running a trail of kisses over the underside of her huge pregnant belly, tracing up the faint linea negra that graced its curve. She paused to deliver an extra-wet kiss to Em’s bellybutton, then continued up the top to her chest. Her mouth made its way up Em’s left breast and hovered right above the nipple, which was erect and crowned with a little pearl of milk. “Suck your tits?” asked Viney. 

“Mmmm, please!” moaned Em, arching her back to press her pierced nipple into Viney’s mouth. Unfortunately, her pregnant belly was too heavy and prevented much motion. 

Viney blew on her nipple, sending a pang of lust straight to Em’s sopping slit. Then she kissed above it, working her way up Em’s milk-swollen boobs to her neck. There, Viney slowed down, planting a series of long, slow kisses with lots of suction, surely leaving hickies behind. Em’s hips bucked involuntarily with pleasure. 

The nurse trailed kisses up the side of her face, finally coming to her sensitive ear. Viney sucked on Em’s earlobe, tearing a horny sound from the pregnant girl’s throat. 

She whispered straight into Em’s ear. “Maybe play with your ear?”

“Oh my Titan!” Em cried, her whole body shivering with barely-contained lust. “Please, just do something!”

Viney suddenly backed away. “Oh, are you a needy girl?”

“Yes,” moaned Em, face pink with blushing. “I need you Viney, please!”

Viney suddenly dove down onto Em’s chest. Her lips wrapped around Em’s left nipple, sending an erotic thrill through her body. Then the nurse started sucking, and Em couldn’t take it anymore. Her pussy had practically been twitching this whole time, and the tantalising line of kisses had pushed her to the brink of orgasm. 

Hot milk jetted from Em’s breast, throwing her off the cliff of orgasm. “Hnnnnng!” she moaned, long and loud, as the stomach-flipping feeling of orgasm came from her breasts instead of her damp cunny. She was having a breast-centred orgasm, threading her fingers into Viney’s hair and pushing the girl’s head down into her boob as though that would give her more pleasure. 

Viney gurgled in her throat and sucked even harder, making Em’s hips jerk forward involuntarily. The inertia of her pregnant belly sort of provided something to hump against, and she frantically ground on the empty air, desperate for more sensation. 

Viney’s free hand started roaming over Em’s large pregnant belly, caressing its smooth, starch-mark-free expanse. Her teeth grazed Em’s sensitive nipple, tugging on her piercing and catapulting her into a second orgasm. 

“Vineyyyyyyy!” Em cried desperately as she came, legs kicking and thrashing, hand fisting in the nurse’s hair. Milk gushed from her breast into Viney’s hungry mouth, stimulating her perfectly as the heat of orgasm radiated from her breast. 

Viney suddenly pulled away, leaving Em high and dry. Except, considering that she’d already had two orgasms, she wasn’t exactly high. And with the current state of her pussy, she definitely wasn’t dry. 

“Oh Em,” said Viney in a mock-scolding tone. “You can’t thrash around like that. Someone is going to hear.”

“Viney please,” Em panted with lust. “I need more. Anything. Please, I need to cum!”

As if to punctuate her statement, the overdue baby in her womb rolled over, sending a flurry of bumps and bulges dancing over the smooth, taut sphere of her pregnant belly. “Hnnnngh!” Em moaned. She was desperate to get the baby out, but now that she was turned on, its motions were putting pressure on her insides - enjoyable pressure. 

“Alright,” said Viney. “But I have to do a few things first.”

Em nodded wordlessly, sticking one hand down around her pregnant belly to touch herself in the meantime. The nurse grabbed her wrist and held her hand in place. “No touching yourself. I’m in control here,” she said, voice a lustful growl. 

“Yes ma’am!” cried Em, then blushed. She was very into bondage, and merely being immobilised like this was enough to make her even hornier. 

First, Viney locked the door. Then, she took some strips of bandages out of a supply drawer. She grabbed one of Em’s ankles, wrapped the bandage around it, and tied it to the frame of the hospital bed. 

“Viney? What are you doing?” Em asked, desperate lust building in her voice. 

“Tying you down to keep you from thrashing,” said Viney. “We can’t have someone hearing it and walking in on us, now can we?”

Em shook her head frantically. 

Viney tied down her other ankle, forcing her legs open. Even if she wanted to close them now, she wouldn’t be able to. If she hadn’t been so pregnant, she would’ve been able to sit up and untie herself, but that was impossible. She was trapped here, by her enormous pregnant belly and the ankle bindings. Her pussy was soaked, and she could feel little drips of sex juice running down her plump asscheeks. 

“Look at you,” Viney said as she moved up to bind Em’s wrists. “So exposed. So pregnant. So sexy ,” she purred, making Em squirm with desire. “You’re all mine, and I’m gonna make you cum so hard, your water breaks.”

“Yes!” squealed Em. “Please, fuck me!”

Viney grabbed her right wrist and tied it to the bedframe with another bandage. Then, she leaned over Em’s face, kissing her on the lips. Em squeaked in surprise but reciprocated the kiss eagerly, pressing upward into the nurse’s lips. She felt something on her left wrist but she didn’t care. She just wanted to make out with this sexy nurse until she gave birth. 

Viney’s tongue slid between Em’s lips, probing into her mouth. Em tried to grapple it with her own tongue, but it was no use. In seconds, Viney’s appendage had completely dominated hers, pinning it to the floor of her mouth and licking all around inside, swirling around her fangs. Em felt her lip being sucked outwards and moaned into the kiss, her soaked pussy twitching with need as the makeout session intensified. 

Em felt her wrist hit the cold metal frame of the hospital bed, but she didn’t break away from the kiss. She sucked on Viney’s tongue, jerking her hips involuntarily, desperate to taste more of this sexy medical goddess. The nurse groaned into the kiss, the sound reverberating deep into Em’s chest. She felt the familiar sensation of milk as it triggered her sensitive boobs into lactation, just as the makeout reached its peak.  

Viney pulled away. Em tried to move her arm experimentally, but it was trapped. She was bound to the hospital bed now, arms and legs spread. Her dripping cunny, milky boobs with their dark nipples and areolae, round pregnant belly with its popped-out bellybutton - they were all on full display, along with her thick thighs and asscheeks squished under her weight. Even if she wanted to, she could hide none of it - she was completely, forcibly exposed. And it turned her on like nothing else. 

“Viney,” Em panted. “I need you. Please touch me, suck me, anything!” She was growing hornier by the word. “I need to cum! Please, Viney, make me cum!”

“Anything for my patient,” Viney growled, sending a lustful shiver down Em’s spine. 

Suddenly, she pulled away and turned around, rummaging in one of the supply cabinets. “Viney!” Em squeaked. “Please fuck me!”

The nurse turned back around, holding something in her hand. “This is a thrabulomiser,” she said. “Normally we use them to treat flying Demons who have wing injuries by stimulating their wings, to get the blood flow back. But right now, it’s gonna be a fantastic vibrator.”

Em’s only response was a horny moan. The device looked just like a pink bullet vibrator. When Viney clicked it on, it buzzed loudly, and she smirked. Em’s eyes went wide in lustful fear, a kind of anticipation. She knew she was about to cum her brains out, and hopefully, the baby along with them. 

Viney positioned herself on the stool at Em’s right side. She leaned over, aligning her mouth right above Em’s right breast, which hadn’t been milked yet. Her left hand went up to Em’s sensitive pointy ear, and her right hand held the vibrator so close to Em’s sopping snatch that she could almost feel the air buzzing off it. 

“Are you ready?” asked Viney, her voice hoarse with desire. 

“Please fuck me!” Em cried, squirming in her bonds. She was being driven wild with horniness. 

Simultaneously, the vibrator slid into her juicy snatch, Viney’s mouth made contact with her breast, and Viney’s fingers stroked her ear. Em exploded with orgasm, her entire pregnant body tensing up as pleasure rippled up and down every nerve. Her legs trembled in their bonds, her fists clenched uselessly, and her pussy squeezed so tight that it actually squirted the vibrator back out. 

Viney stopped stimulating her and lifted her lips off her areola. “Good job pushing things out your vagina,” she said with a little chuckle, “but save that for the baby, not the vibrator.”

Em’s only response was a horny moan. The stretched skin of her pregnant middle was distended as the overdue baby inside moved again, sending lumps and bumps curving over its smooth roundness. Em groaned in mixed discomfort and pleasure - the motion sent waves of pressure straight to her core. 

Without any warning, Viney slid the vibrator into Em’s juicy cunny once more. She threw back her head and moaned long and low at the stimulation in her most private and sensitive region. Her orgasm was incredible, with the pressure of her pregnant belly doubling the sensation. The buzzing sound quieted significantly as the sex toy slid fully into her vaginal canal, socketing itself into her cumming cunny.  

Em had barely gotten adjusted to the penetrating device when Viney’s finger slipped in after it. It felt like just one finger for now, but it was still enough to make Em gasp. The vibrator pressed its tip up against her G-spot, and she involuntarily arched her back as another orgasm hit her like a club. Her legs twitched against their bonds, toes curling with pleasure. Em’s face twisted into a rictus of orgastic pleasure as her pussy squirted hot juices all over. 

The orgasm was still going when Viney leaned her head down and pressed her mouth to Em’s breast. Moist lips wrapped around her stiff, dripping nipple, and another orgasm ripped through her body, centred on her boob this time. Warm milk surged from her breast, and the nurse drank it all down, not spilling a single drop. Em twitched and moaned with pleasure, cumming constantly. 

Viney inserted a second finger into Em’s pussy, and she lost control. “Viney!” she shrieked, another orgasm exploding in her core like a bomb. Hot pleasure overtook her whole body, making milk spray from both her pierced tits. Her eyes screwed shut as she came, humping desperately against Viney’s penetrating fingers. 

“Shh,” said Viney, pulling her mouth off Em’s milkers for a second. 

“Sorryyyyyyyy!” Em squealed as Viney’s thumb pressed into her swollen clit, forcing her to cum again. 

And Viney just kept going. Her fingers spasmed inside Em’s love tunnel, gently scraping over her most intimate and sensitive folds. The vibrator continued its mindless work at her G-spot, sending a constant, buzzing orgasm straight to her brain. Another, entirely separate orgasm pulsed in her breast as it gushed milk. 

The smooth surface of Em’s pregnant belly, interrupted only by her faint linea negra and popped-out bellybutton, was suddenly distorted by another round of foetal motion. She could feel it shifting inside her womb as her constant orgasms forced every muscle in her body to clench tight - even her uterine muscles. Pressure was building inside the depths of her reproductive tract as her body prepared to give birth. 

But it wasn’t there yet. “More!” squealed Em. “Oh Titan, more!”

Viney’s fingers caressed Em’s ear, focusing on the erogenous zones at its lobe and pointy tip. Every touch sent a little shock of pleasure straight to her brain, she the nurse was really going at it. She stroked and tugged, pinched and poked, stimulating Em’s ear beyond the tipping point. It was like having her clit played with, except her clit was already being played with. 

“Hnnnnnnnngh!” moaned Em, her jaw hanging slack with pleasure as a triple orgasm surged through her body - one from her pussy, one from her breasts, and one from her ear. 

Throughout it all, Em’s left breast had been dripping milk, even though it wasn’t actively being sucked. With this latest orgasm, though, that changed. Milk squirted from both her nipples, setting off a starburst of pleasure in her breasts that made her cum again. Her pussy clenched and shivered around Viney’s probing fingers and the tireless vibrator, squeezing her sensitive spots against something that would stimulate them. 

Then Viney slid a third finger into Em’s overstuffed pussy, and the pleasure overwhelmed her. A mind-melting orgasm zapped through her entire body like lightning, setting off sympathetic mini-orgasms in  her clit, G-spot, both breasts, and her ear. Every muscle in her body tensed as tight as it would go. 

Inside Em’s womb, the baby was moving into position, and she could tell. She could feel the head descending into her hips, putting intense pressure on her core. But her water stubbornly refused to break. Instead, it just increased her orgastic pleasure. 

“More!” cried Em. “Please, oh Titan, more! I’m so close! Oh, Titan! Vineyyyyyyyyyy!” she screamed, her voice jumping up an octave right there at the end. 

Seemingly not caring about who might hear them, Viney went all-out. Her fingers pinched and tugged the tip of Em’s ear. She grazed her teeth over Em’s milky nipple, sucking so hard that she would surely leave a hickey on her areola. Her tongue slithered around the nipple bar piercing, tugging and poking. One of the fingers inside Em’s pussy flicked the vibrator into overdrive, and then joined the other two in a rhythmic pulsing pattern, stretching Em’s inner walls and stimulating her vaginal muscles to the max. Her thumb, lubed by Em’s plentiful squirting, raced loops around Em’s engorged, pierced clit, ripping orgasm after orgasm out of her. 

Em’s final orgasm was incredibly powerful and unbelievably long. Rays of pleasure connected her ear, both breasts, her clit, her G-spot, and her pussy as she came from all of them at once. Every muscle in her exhausted, pregnant body clenched at the same time. Her toes curled, her legs shivered, her pussy squeezed and squirted, soaking Viney up to the wrist with love juices. Her uterine muscles contracted, forcing the baby up against her cervix. Her breasts jetted milk, sprinkling it all over both their bodies. 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahn!” Em screamed as her last, labour-inducing orgasm swept over her body. Everything was clenching and hot and wet as her vision went silvery with pleasure, eyes squeezing shut in absolute bliss. 

As the orgasm reached its peak, Em felt Viney’s forearm press a piece of paper against the side of her pregnant belly. Suddenly, a gush of thick fluids poured from her pussy, washing out the vibrator and the nurse’s fingers. “Oh Titan!” Em shouted, her orgasm coming to an end. “Viney, my water just broke!”

Em lay on her back, filled with satisfaction and contentedness as Abomination juice glugged out of her pussy. Her pregnant belly shrank before her eyes, flattening down into her normal trim abdomen. Her breasts, hips, butt, and thighs also returned to their normal, non-pregnant state. 

“That was great,” she panted. 

“You were so hot,” Viney groaned. She turned off the vibrator and pulled her hands away from Em’s ear and pussy. 

“Being tied down like that was amazing,” said Em. “I was totally immobilised just from the ankle bindings - I was too pregnant to sit up and untie them.”

Viney smirked as she took off her bra and panties. “Ooh Emmy,” she cooed. “You have no idea what that does to me. 

“I can guess” said Em. “Do you need me to do something for you?”

Viney shifted from side to side awkwardly. “Yeah. I didn’t exactly get off,” she admitted. 

Em realised that she was still laying on her back. She patted her cheeks. “C’mon. Sit down.”

“On your face?” asked Viney. 

“On my face,” said Em, voice low and sultry. “I wanna taste some hot nurse pussy.”

As her girlfriend’s wet snatch lowered over her face, Em was awash in a mix of lust and contentment. This was exactly where she wanted to be.