Chapter 6
The pain was getting intense. Not only was it nearly impossible to find a comfortable position, but Mica's belly was aching from the stretched stomach muscles. It was especially painful when the baby kicked, which was now frequent. Sleeping, sitting, walking. All had their challenges. There was a constant reminder of the baby inside her, and it's impending birth.
Visits to the clinic became frequent as the birth was expected any day now. In a delirium from the pain and lack of sleep, Mica begged the doctor for it to be over. Couldn't they perform a c-section or something?
Dr. Virtaneen assured Mica and Mr. Rohan that everything was fine. He just had his hand buried in Mica's ass for the examination, and confirmed that everything was in order.
It was easy for him to say it was OK, Mica thought. He wasn't the one carrying a child, and expected to push it through his anus.
Their doctor consultations and training had prepared Mica. Yet, there was no way to prepare for her water breaking, and water dribbling out her ass.
Rohan rushed her to the clinic with the glee and frenzy of an expectant father.
Within the complex, Mica was provided a wheel chair, and was led through the complex into a small room.
Rohan was allowed to wait in the larger observation room which centered the Birthing Unit. Dr. Virtaneen advised him that he would be more comfortable there.
Mica nearly cried out, `Comfortable?! You're worried about his comfort?' Yet, perhaps for the best, he was wheeled into the smaller room before he could say anything.
She was directed to strip completely, and was then provided with a robe before sitting back onto the bed. The head was raised, so Mica was made as comfortable as possible. The doctor instructed Mica to spread her legs, and then examined her progress.
"Looks good so far." The doctor announced. "Have you felt any contractions?"
"I don't think so. I did feel some pressure, and there's the constant strain, but you said that was normal."
"Yes, quite right. I'm only seeing a minor dilation, but that's to be expected at this stage."
"This stage?" Mica was getting alarmed.
"Now Mica," the doctor rested his hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I've told you about the stages of labor. You're still in the early, latent stage. You have a long way to go, but you and the baby are doing fine."
Mica nodded. It did ease her mind. However, if this was only the beginning, what more could she endure.
"Since your dilation is still early, I think we'll begin with an enema. We have a liquid solution which will cleanse you, but also helps to relax your anal sphincter. It also suppresses the body's need to have a bowel movement."
Mica didn't much care for this idea. However, she had become accustomed to having enemas. The doctor had advised it for months to stretch her ass. Rohan was happy to oblige, as he loved shoving things up his slave's ass.
Whatever she thought, she maneuvered out of the bed, and knelt on all fours next to the toilet in the room. That is how master always liked her to do it.
The doctor and nurse smiled. It never ceased to amaze them how docile these sissies were, and how accepting they were of having their asses filled.
Mica's ass was filled with the warm cleansing fluid, and then it was expelled. It was filled again, and then expelled. And then for one final time Mica's ass was filled with the soapy liquid before being expelled once more.
Rohan watched on from the next room. There was no reason for him to be waiting there, but he simply loved watching his young slave being manhandled, and having things inserted in that cute little ass. He debated entering the room to assist, but decided against it. It was arousing to just watch his bitch being controlled by others.
The next contraction, this one more severe than the others, struck as Mica's ass was filled for the third time. It was all Mica could do, to make it to the toilet in time, and not make a mess. She cried out in agony.
With her bowels expelled, and the contraction subsiding, Mica was guided back onto the bed.
The doctor inspected him once again. "That's good. You're dilation is now 4 cm. I think the enema helped to stretch you. The contractions should start to become more frequent and intense."
`Start to become intense?' Mica thought. She debated discussing other options, but she had already been rebuked by her master for pleading with Dr. Virtaneen on this matter. Instead she asked a polite question.
"What dilation should I be before I start to push?"
Mica had previously been told this, but the doctor was understanding, knowing that sissies were not generally smart. "10 cm." He made a circle with his hands about the size of a doughnut.
Mica shuddered, but said nothing.
The doctor and nurse left the room. Mica was advised to try and rest since she had a long night ahead of her. This was not a comforting thought, but she tried to follow their advice. The lights were dimmed, but she was assured that they she was being monitored.
Each time she nearly fell asleep another contraction hit. The intensity progressively increased, along with the frequency.
Hours of waiting, enduring more and more pain, and coming to the realization that this was really happening.
The nurse was regularly coming in, offering comfort and reassurance. And despite her growing discomfort and pain, Mica was advised that everything was proceeding according to schedule. Since her body was stiffening up, the nurse assisted her to slowly walk about the Birthing Unit.
It was now the middle of the night, so things were rather quiet. The only other occupant of a small room was another sissy who had given birth the previous day, and was now breast feeding her newborn. Mica waved at her sissy sister and continued her walk around the large center room. She ignored the display monitors, controls and medical equipment which were throughout the room. It was beyond her compression, so why bother.
Another contraction hit as she was walking. She braced herself against a wall, and held still as the wave rode through her. The pain now making her cry out.
She proceeded to pace a bit more, with the nurse's continued assistance, before deciding to return to her birthing bed. Just then, Rohan entered the room. They were surprised to see one another.
"I didn't know you were still here master." Mica was pleased to see him.
"Yes, I stepped out when you were sleeping. But I don't want to miss anything. You seem to be progressing nicely."
Mica was so pleased to see him that she didn't object. Objectively, he was right, according to the doctor and nurses, that the impending birth was proceeding well. And since master did seem to enjoy watching sissies like her suffer, it was no wonder that he was staying close.
The nurse was more informative. "Her contractions are now 15 to 20 minutes apart. So, she's getting close. Perhaps you can help her to relax. Sissies generally feel better with a cock in their mouths."
The nurse turned to a now blushing Mica. "You should be proud. Your master was offered the services of one of our sissy orderlies. But it appears that he prefers to use your mouth."
Mica looked at Rohan, and noticed the bulge in his pants. Given what the nurse said, how could she possibly refuse.
Rohan was directed to sit down, and lower his pants. He hesitated initially given how exposed they were. Yet, the nurse assured him that it was quite common for a master to demand servicing from his slave here in the clinic. Given everything he had seen here, that did make sense.
Mica was guided to her knees before him, where a cushion was placed for her.
There was no need to wait. Mica immediately took her master's monster cock into her mouth. Surprisingly, it did just what the nurse had suggested. It was all she could think about.
The familiarity of bobbing her head up and down, savoring that musky smell, and the pressure at the back of her throat was relaxing. Her throat stretched to accommodate his full length.
Slurp, slurp. Up and down. Mica sucked him with a practiced ease. Emptying her mind.
Rohan moaned and gripped his bitch's hair. Holding her down on his cock before releasing her to take a breath.
They barely noticed a new doctor entering the room. When they did, Mica stopped sucking.
The doctor had been standing to the side watching the show. "No one told you to stop. Drain your master's balls sissy."
Mica complied immediately. She was a good cocksucker, and was happy to show everyone what she was for.
The hard cock, glistening with her saliva disappeared as her lips pushed down to its base. Again and again. Up and down.
Her master tensed up, ready to explode, choking his slave with his cock deep in her throat.
It was at that moment when she was struggling to breathe that another contraction hit. The pain was severe, and she would have cried out if her mouth was not filled. She struggled not to bite as her whole body tensed.
The waves of the contraction reverberated through her body like an earthquake. It was evident to everyone . Most especially Rohan, who delighted in her throat squeezing his cock, and her refusal to pull back for her own relief.
Rohan exploded, pumping ropes of semen down Mica's throat.
She nearly swallowed it all. The bits she missed, she scooped off her chin with a finger, and licked it up.
Rohan leaned back and idly stroked her hair. He was proud of her. Not only had she delivered an amazing blowjob, but she had used it to ride through a contraction.
The doctor and nurse were pleased by the show. These sissies were such pain sluts.
Now that the show was over, the doctor and nurse helped Mica to stand, and guided her back to the bed.
The doctor reached into Mica's ass, examining her progress. "She's dilated to 9cm. It won't be long now before the baby starts to move."
The contractions were now more frequent and intense. Mica was crying out with agony. "Please, when will this be over? Shouldn't we be doing something? Pushing or whatever?"
The doctor spoke in an even and calm manner. "Almost. You don't want to push until you have fully dilated. Your sheath has created a passage between your uterus and your anal passage, but the cervix still needs to be fully dilated, otherwise there will be complications. You don't want to harm your baby do you?"
Mica shook her head. All this pain was for her baby, her master's child. Nothing else mattered.
She was sweating profusely from the strain, and her arms gripped onto the bed's side-rails.
This was never supposed to happen. She was a boy. Granted, a weak and effeminate boy. But she had never conceived of the notion that `she' would one day be giving birth.
The contractions were now just minutes apart.
From the confines of the clinic's Birthing Unit, one could not tell that the sun had come up, and a new day had started. Dr. Virtaneen entered the room, after greeting Rohan in the observation area.
"How is our expectant mother doing?"
Mica was practically in tears. "The pain is unbearable."
The doctor stroked her hair, patronizing her and her suffering. "Yes dear. Be strong. It will all be over soon."
Turning his attention to the other doctor, his colleague provided an update. "She is nearly at 10cm, and her contractions are only 4 to 5 minutes apart. I've been monitoring the baby's position. It is positioned head first, and lowered against the cervix. So, that's good. And Mica's anus remains stretched and ready."
Dr. Virtaneen nodded. "Excellent. I can take over from here."
The other doctor exited the room. He had introduced himself earlier, but Mica had forgotten it. It was the least of Mica's worries now.
Dr. Virtaneen did his own examination, reaching into Mica's stretched ass, and feeling her belly.
"I think you're nearly ready. When the next contraction hits, I want you to push down, just like in the training."
Mica nodded, relieved that she had arrived at the beginning of the end.
When the contraction struck, she pushed and screamed.
The doctor told her to stop pushing as the contraction stopped. "Good girl. You're doing good. Just catch your breath."
Mica wanted to keep pushing, to get this over with. Yet, she knew better than to argue.
The nurse was by her side, dabbing a cool cloth against her forehead and neck to relieve the sweat.
With each contraction, minutes apart, Mica bore down, pushing as instructed.
Nearly an hour passed. Mica screaming in pain as she pushed down, followed by heavy breathing, and begging for this to be over. Periodically she would change position from laying back, to squatting, and even kneeling on all fours. Anything to relieve the pressure, and facilitate the baby's movement.
Rohan watched through a one-way mirror from a comfy chair in the observation room. It was fascinating and arousing to see Mica struggling, and the doctor with his hand lodged in her ass, guiding the baby.
The nurses, coming and going, assured Rohan that there were no complications, and this was expected.
The other sissy in the Birthing Unit, the new mother, came over to observe Mica giving birth. She stood next to Rohan looking through the mirror. Her newborn baby was cuddled in her arms, resting against her chest.
Rohan was surprised that the sissy seemed so calm watching as Mica screamed. "Was it the same for you?"
The sissy smiled at him. "Yes sir. It's always like this. It's against the laws of nature, so our bodies are contorted in a way that is excruciatingly painful. And it's not like child birth is easy for women to begin with."
Rohan nodded. "You seem to be at ease with it."
She nodded with a reluctant smile. "Well, yes, that is what we are for. We are subjugated to the will of our masters. I think that's what you masters like about us. You can do anything to us, even if it is unnatural." She gave a gentle bounce to her baby, comforting it. "But it does mean that we now have the honour of bearing your children as well."
Rohan was surprised by how much this simple response explained his love for what was now happening. He did this to Mica. He had taken this small and weak slave boy, and turned him into a woman. Every push, every strain,, every scream, was due to his choices. Mica never had a say in the matter. Mica could only accept that he was now a she, and that she was property.
"AUUGGGHHH! Please make it stop! I can't take it anymore!" Mica was bellowing in pain. She was continuing to push hard as the doctor and nurses told him. Yet, it seemed to be unending. Her whole body was drained by the continued exertion.
Rohan marveled at how much Mica's rectum was now agape. The body's dilation, and the doctor's hand, had stretched his slave's anal passage wide open.
"OK, I can see the head!" The doctor exclaimed. "You're doing good."
Mica was somewhat relieved. After an hour and a half of pushing and contractions, at least there was light at the end of the tunnel.
There was still much more to go. Mica had to summon some inner strength to keep pushing.
Rohan couldn't see the baby. It was still deep in Mica's sphincter. His sissy bitch still had to suffer as she pushed hard with her anal muscles to give birth to his child. Mica had stopped begging for mercy, knowing there would be none. Yet her screams and moans only ceased when she gasped for breath.
Over the next 30 minutes it proceeded on pace. Push, push, accompanied by Mica's howl of pain. Again. Push.
Luka's butthole continued to open up, beyond what Rohan would have thought possible. He idly wondered if he had destroyed his slave's tight ass which he so enjoyed. It would be a small price to pay. Then he remembered the doctor saying Mica's ass would regain its form within 6 weeks.
Rohan could now see the head of the baby poking out of Mica. A series of hard pushes, helped the baby along its inexorable trek out of it's mother's backside.
Rohan was enthralled. Not only was he going to be a father, but he had completely dominated Mica, even changing `his' sex to become the mother. This pretty girly-boy belonged completely to him, in every way imaginable. He was hard from just watching Mica give birth.
Mica was completely exhausted, and the doctor and nurse continued to offer encouragement. "That's it dear. You're doing good. Only a little bit more. Now push!"
More agony, more pushing, more grunting, more screaming.
Then finally, with one last major push, the baby slid out.
Mica began to cry. Overwhelmed with relief, joy, and release from the physical strain. The emotional toll of giving birth finally catching up to him.
Rohan was overjoyed. The procedure was everything he imagined and more.
The sissy slave from the next room was once again standing next to him watching Mica give birth. Her own babe was still cuddled up in her arms. "Aww, isn't he cute."
Rohan nodded. Yes, his son appeared healthy.
The umbilical cord was cut, and the baby was cleaned up, swaddled in a towel. Then the baby was handed to Mica, who instinctively held the baby at her breast.
Dr. Virtaneen motioned for Rohan to enter the room. "Congratulations Mr. Rohan, you have a healthy son."
Rohan was overjoyed, shaking the doctor's hand. "Thank you doctor."
He stood at Mica's bedside, gently stroking her hair, and staring into her eyes. "You did it, my pretty sissy." He leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Mica was beaming with pride. "Thank you master."
Was it a thank you for the kiss and kind words, or a thank you for making it possible for her to bear his child? We'll never know.
The doctor gave them a moment before interrupting their reverie. "I'm afraid we're not done. Mica must still expel the placenta. We don't want to risk infection."
Mica did still feel something deep in her rectum, but hadn't given it much thought. It felt sort of like constipation, uncomfortable but nothing like the pain she had just endured.
With the doctor's guidance, she felt a mild contraction.
Dr. Virtaneen instructed Mica to push once again. Mica did as she was told., and did feel some movement. She asked if she had to release her baby, even though she didn't want to give him up. The doctor, to her relief, said it was best to continue to have the baby at her breast, to ease the process.
A series of mild contractions followed by Mica's efforts to push it out. And after about 20 minutes, it worked it's way out.
Rohan was fascinated. It was remarkable that the sheath had so completely changed Mica's physiology. It gave his sissy fertile eggs, estrogen, grew a placenta to nourish the baby, and even grew Mica's breasts so that she could breast feed. She truly was a transgender woman.
The doctor indicated that all mothers grow a placenta to support the baby which they expel after giving birth. The only difference from a normal pregnancy was that Mica's sheath was also being expelled after having completed the hormonal changes required for a sissy boy to be a mother. This meant a new sheath would need to be implanted if they decided to have another child.
Mica looked up at Rohan with mixed feelings. She loved the beautiful baby, which was now suckling at her breast, with all her heart. Yet, she didn't know if she could do this again. Fortunately, her master was uncertain as well.
The retired wrestler had a gleam in his eye, and a huge erection. He loved that it was his choice as to whether his pretty sissy would bear him another child. But for now, he was happy with what he had already: an obedient sissy slave who had been completely feminized, and a healthy baby boy that his sissy had just delivered. Life was good.
THE END
Thank you for reading this story. To continue reading this and the other stories on this site, please consider making a donation to keep this site .
https://donate.nifty.org