Amy's Story - part 1

Amy laid back as the contractions worsened. She could feel the baby moving down into her hips and moaned in pain. Leshia was there to help her, but it was somewhat of an embarrassment. Amy barely felt female at all on the inside, and if it wasn't for that witch's gender spell, she would never had been pregnant in the first place. As far as she was concerned, the only thing that made her predicament acceptable was that she had female genitalia.

Though Amy did have a very feminine body; she often tried to hide her wide hips and bust with baggy pants. She never wanted to admit it, but of all the girls the witch picked, she was the one with the ideal body for having children. Her desire to be more masculine fought against her female hormones that come with pregnancy and childbirth. Part of her wanted to embrace this feminine side she had. Part of her was grateful for her feminine body shape and ability to create life.

"How are you feeling?" Leshia asked.

"Fine, I guess," Amy answered. She was a tough girl and had been fairly calm so far. Suddenly she felt another tightening cramp in her belly. She moaned and laid her head back into her pillow.

"Want to get up and walk around?" Leshia asked.

Amy nodded. Leshia tried to lean in and help her up, but Amy raised a hand in protest and brought herself to her feet with her smooth shaking legs. As she stood up, she felt the weight of the baby slide in between her hips. Her eyes shut and her hands against her back, she stood there for a moment breathing heavily. She began waddling around the room, taking deep breaths with her hands clutched against her back.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Leshia whispered. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes.” Leshia knew Amy didn’t want this. She never wanted children. She never wanted to be defined as a female like this.

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Amy felt a sudden change in her belly. Her eyes widened as she looked down and clutched the stirring movements inside her. She knew the baby was coming soon.

Leshia came back into the living room and saw the expression on Amy’s face.

“Is it time yet?” she gasped.

“I don’t know yet. It’s just moving a lot. Like, a whole lot.”

“Well if you feel like you need to push then we can go back to the couch or the bath tub. It’s up to you.”

“Yeah. Sure…” Amy looked away from her belly and a look of disappointment came over her. She sighed, knowing her masculine side would forever be damaged by this experience. Leshia walked over and held Amy’s chin up.

“Hey,” she said heartwarmingly. She knew Amy was embarrassed about giving birth soon. “It’s a beautiful thing. Try and see it for that,” she said with a smile on her face. Her worlds spread a glow upon Amy’s face.

“I know,”  she said, blushing. She secretly fantasized about pregnancy and birth from time to time but never told even her dear Leshia. Suddenly the pressure intensified and her glowing face turned to a look of anticipation.

“I…I think I…” she was too embarrassed to say the words.

“Need to push?” Leshia asked.

“Yeah…like, now.”

“Where do you want to…”

“Couch.”

Leshia put an arm around Amy and helped her waddle to the couch where she had set up a pile of pillows for her to rest on. She was sweating bullets by this point and the white t-shirt and shorts she was wearing were getting wet. Her panties were a joke, since her crotch had been sweating non-stop since her water broke.
Amy stood on top the pillow bed Leshia had made, then began moaning softly in arousal and pain. She shut her eyes and waited for the contraction to stop. When it finally did, she opened them to find Leshia standing in front of her, waiting. That’s when Amy realized she needed to sit down for the birth. As she sat, Leshia kneeled down and looked Amy in the eyes, then eyed her shorts back and forth, waiting for Amy to take them off. Amy was very embarrassed and hesitant about letting her best friend see her naked. Slowly she slid her hands down  past her belly and slid her thumbs into her shorts. She wanted to man up and just take her panties off too, but she was just too embarrassed and shy. As Leshia saw Amy was only sliding her shorts down, she place her hands on Amy’s panties and curled her fingers into them. She gave Amy a comforting look as, slowly, she slid her panties down her legs and to the floor. She threw her shorts and panties aside, Amy’s vagina totally exposed now.

“Oh, yeah, you’re definitely dilated,”  Leshia said excitedly.

Amy wanted to respond, but she was too distracted by the pressure of the baby’s head moving against her hips. She really needed to push now.
“Oh god,” she groaned. “I wanna push!”

“It’s okay,” Leshia whispered. “Just push whenever you feel like it.” Amy’s face went red with embarrassment as she spread her legs apart. Panting, she took a deep breath in and pushed against her pelvis. She felt the baby force itself through her hips and into her pelvis. She ran out of breath and stopped.

“That was good,” Leshia whispered. “Just keep making small grunts like that.”

Amy push again and again, moaning in between. Suddenly she felt her lips part between her legs.

“It’s coming!” Leshia quietly gasped. “You’re starting to stretch!”

Panting, Amy sat up and gave another long, hard push and felt the life inside her wiggling itself through. She rant short of breath again and leaned back, rolling on her side. The pain was just too intense.

“C’mon, I need you to sit up again,” Leshia whispered, rubbing Amy’ship.

Amy groaned and sat herself all the way up to a sitting position on the couch and spread her legs even further apart. She slid herself forward a little to help bring the baby down with gravity. She shut her eyes and tried not to think about the immense pressure. She could barely talk, and her deep, boyish voice consisted only of moans now. She bore down and began pushing again.

“C’mon, Amy,” Leshia softly pleaded. She continued to guide Amy as she pushed.

“That’s it…just a bit harder…keep going…keep it going…you’re doing great, hun.”

Amy let out a loud breath, feeling herself stretch more and more with each push.