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Ben woke up with a splitting headache and sore wrists. He soon realized that the former was because he had been hit in the head and the latter was because he was tied to a wall. The last thing he remembered, he was traveling through the mountains on his way home from the centaurs' encampment...then everything went blank.

He sniffed the air. Someone was cooking. Ben blinked a few times as his vision came into focus. Before him was a woman. But more than just that.

She was bigger than him by several measures. Some of her features - particularly her face - were that of a beautiful woman. However, much of her body was covered in smooth red scales, her hands and feet ended in claws, and she had a long tail and a set of folded-up wings. Her most prominent feature, however, was her gargantuan middle, which she idly stroked with one hand, as she stirred a gigantic pot with the other.

Her long draconic ears perked as she heard her captive moving wearily, and she glanced back to him with a toothy grin. "Ah, so you're awake finally?"

She slid a long forked tongue across her lower lip as she set the ladle down in the big pot that was simmering on the hearth, and approached him slowly, her tail flicking back and forth as she stroked her stomach with a bemused smile. She lifted his chin with one clawed finger, directing his gaze from her swollen stomach to her eyes. "It will be just a bit longer, so please, stay put."

She turned her back to him with a flick of her musceled tail, the scales on her body shimmering in the dim light of her cave as drew the fingers of one large hand over the curve of her belly. It was obvious that she was due any day now, and she waddled as she walked, looking as uncomfortable as one would expect for someone her size.

Ben blinked. His head was still throbbing. "A b-bit longer for what?" he said, despite the fact that he was pretty sure he knew the answer. "I-I'm just a traveller! Just passing through! I'm sorry if I was trespassing or something!"

Her lips curled into a coy smile, fangs poking from under her grinning lips. "Is that so? We usually don't get travelers around these parts... Especially humans," she added, stroking her stomach slowly for him to see. "And you certainly do look tasty. I am eating for two, you know. I think you'll make a ni- Nng!" She cut off with a grunt, her belly twitching in her hands as the strong muscles beneath her skin contracted. She collapsed slowly to the floor, cupping her massive belly as her eyes squeezed shut, a quiet hiss of pain escaping her lips.

Ben's eyes widened. There was only one thing that could mean. Yes, this woman was about to make a meal out of him, but his doctor's instincts were overriding his survival instincts. "Are you okay?" he asked.

She gasped deeply as the pain in her stomach finally let up. She glanced back at him, giving her tail an irritated thump against the floor.

"None of your concern, human," she hissed, as she braced herself against the cave wall and stood up shakily, stroking her stomach slowly with her free hand. Though somehow Ben doubted she was. Her stomach twitched as her offspring kicked and squirmed within, and something shifted slightly, and then suddenly a release of pressure and splash of fluid as a deluge of pink-tinged fluid spilled from between her legs, leaking down onto the cave floor. "Ah...!" She sunk back down to the floor slowly, her massive thighs spread wide, wincing in pain.

"Cut me down, please," said Ben, looking worried. "You look like you're in really severe pain. I'm a doctor, I can help you."

This was probably a bad idea. But Ben had taken an oath, and he was absolutely unable to see the woman, as great and fearsome as she was, as anything but a patient.

She bit her lower lip and gazed up at him nervously. "Why should I trust you? You'll probably try to kill me and escape while I'm helpless," she snarled, though at the same time she was standing shakily, helping herself up with one hand against the cave wall, making it to her feet again with a grunt.

"Please," repeated Ben. "Look at how small I am. You could easily overpower me."

With another groan, she waddled to his side, quickly and easily slicing through the ropes that held him with one clawed finger. It seemed that was her answer.

"If you try anything..." she panted, clutching her stomach as another contraction overtook her. "I'll... kill you... Ohhhh!" She sunk to the floor again, leaning her back against the wall for support as she arched her back deeply, thrusting her laboring stomach out and growling loudly in pain.

Ben nodded.. "I...do not suppose you brought my bag with you? I need to examine you."

Nodding quickly, she gestured toward the corner where his bag lay open with tools scattered about. It seemed she had looted his belongings and examined the contents of his bag, clearly finding nothing worthwhile. "It’s there..." She groaned, squirming with her back pressed against the wall, bucking her hips in discomfort as her swollen stomach visibly tensed with a strong contraction, beads of sweat appearing on her forhead. "Ugh... ohhhh..." She rubbed her stomach in slow circles as if trying to soothe the unborn child within, her free hand clenching at the floor desperately.

Ben quickly gathered up his tools. Luckily, his jar of cleansing oil was intact, and he used it to purify his hands. Situating himself between her legs, he looked up at her belly. It may have been the biggest one he ever saw. "Is this your first?" he asked, as she spread her legs.

She nodded slowly, wiggling a bit and spreading her massive thighs on either side of him, gazing down at the doctor from over her round stomach. Her chest heaved as she panted, relishing the calm between contractions, her swollen breasts and belly bouncing lewdly with each deep breath she took.

He looked her up and down. her breasts were huge, and he could see droplets of milk forming at their tips. He looked down. Her nethers continued to slowly trickle fluid. Carefully, he opened her up. "You're not fully dilated yet," he said. "Can you describe what you're feeling to me?"

She looked a little discouraged as he announced her progress, her chest heaving with each heavy breath she took. "There's... so much pressure..." She brought one hand slowly down and placed it against the underside of her massively swollen stomach, as if indicating to him. She sat up straight with a grunt, a gush of fluid spilling from her nether region from the movement. Her legs were trembling, and she rolled her head back as her stomach began to visibly tense, the muscles contracting as she cupped one of her large breasts in one hand, caressing it idly. She snorted as if in annoyance, her breaths becoming shorter and heavier as a contraction overtook her. "The pains are... getting stronger... ugh...."

She threw her head back, gritting her teeth as her stomach heaved and twitched. "Itsabigone... its a biiig one!!" She screamed through her teeth as she squeezed down on her breast, a stream of milk spilling down her body as she bucked and rocked her hips in pain, riding out the waves of the massive contraction tearing through her body.

"Relax," said Ben, gently rubbing the underside of her mountainous belly. "I confess to knowing very little about your kind, but I will do everything I can for you."

Her clawed toes curled inwards, arching her back and easing her massive gently into his touch as he stroked her soft skin. "That feels good..." As the pain of the contraction ebbed away, her panting turned to slow, deep breaths, her pregnant stomach rising and falling.

"In our tribe," she said weakly, "when it's time for our offspring to arrive, we mate roughly to bring about labor... even if it takes days for it to begin. We also mate during labor, just until the child is born." She ran her tongue along her lips as she spoke, before glancing down at him over her massive belly. "But don't think you're any substitute for a draconic mate."

Ben cocked an eyebrow.. They looked more or less human, with some superficial differences. Could he really...? It was unorthodox, to be sure. But not unheard of. And there was nothing he wouldn't do for a mother in need. Plus, his life was on the line. One thing that stood out was her large clitoris. Cautiously, Ben laid a hand on it and rubbed.

She bit down on her lower lip, panting rapidly as the contraction began to peak. Her large opening twitched slightly at his little touch, a trickle of birth fluids spilling out. She eased down on his head a little more with one massive, clawed foot, hissing through her teeth as she stroked her stomach slowly up and down with both hands. "Nnh... It will take more than that, human. You're still my captive, you know."

"It would be easier if you removed the foot," said Ben. She glared at him, but complied. Satisfied, he went to work, licking her outer lips gently before probing inside her with his tongue, tasting her folds, and occasionally pausing to suck gently at her button. She had a unique taste, sweet yet mildly spicy.

She moaned loudly, the pain mixed with pleasure she felt causing her body to squirm, and her tail to curl in at the tip. "Ohh..."

She threw her head back, gasping and panting as her stomach heaved, silently elated in the fact she was knowing now what a true dragon's labor should feel like. Running her tongue along her lips, she slid her large hands over her stomach in slow circles, small moans and whimpers emitting from her throat. Even though the new pleasure was taking her attention away from the pain, the pressure she felt was only building, she could feel her large offspring easing down, deep into her hips. "That's good..."

Ben looked up at her, pausing in his task. He could hardly see her face over her belly, but he made an effort. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

With a grunt she hefted herself up into more of a sitting position with both hands, her legs trembling slightly, and she kept them spread wide even with the position change. She cupped one of her large, swollen breasts in one hand as if offering it up to him, her free hand returning to stroke her stomach in slow circles. "My teats," she said. "Touch them..."

She smirked a little, despite her pain, and added, "You might have to be a bit rough... I am much tougher than any human."

Ben righted himself, looking at her breasts. They were almost twice the size of his head, with huge, swollen nipples, dripping with milk. Ben put his hands on them, pinching and squeezing them. Her skin was tough, but they felt very soft. His ministrations coaxed a bit more milk fourth. It smelled...unique, heavy and sweet, like mead. He had planned to just use his hands, but she looked...tempting. He brought his mouth closer to a nipple, giving it a little lick before wrapping his mouth around it and sucking. Her milk filled his mouth and ran down his throat, warming him inside.

This seemed to please her. "Drink your fill, human..." she moaned quietly, her engorged breasts spilling their milk readily for him, and she was quite relieved as the pressure within them eased a bit. "Mmmh... nnnh..."

Her hips began to rock as she felt another contraction building in her massive stomach, stronger than before, and as it came over her she threw her head back, pulling her breasts from his mouth with a spray of warm milk. The pressure in her groin was overwhelming by this point, she could feel the weight of her unborn child between her hips. Clawing at the cave floor she grunted deeply, which sounded very much like a roar from deep within her throat. "I HAVE to push!" She demanded suddenly, squirming and thrusting her hips as she fought against the waves of pain the strong contraction brought.

"Calm down!" said Ben, wiping his mouth. "You don't want to hurt the baby." He looked around, casting his gaze around for something she could hold onto. "It looks like a really big baby in there," he said, rubbing her belly. "Even for your size Why don't you lean onto something and get into a squat? It may make things easier."

"Mph..." She nodded slowly, stroking her massively pregnant stomach with one large hand. She didn't suppose he would be much help getting her up, so as the contraction slowly passed she eased herself to her knees, spreading her thick, muscular thighs wide and getting into a deep squat, both hands against the wall. With gravity aiding her in this position, the pressure seemed to increase dramatically. "Its coming-g-g..." She spoke breathlessly, beginning to rock her hips slowly back and forth as she felt the strong muscles of her stomach beginning to contract, her belly heaving visibly due to its strength. "OhhHHHhhh...!"

A fresh splash of fluids emerged from her nethers, and they began to bulge outward. Ben began to gently massage her lips as her contractioned raised. "Alright," he said, "why don't you try pushing?"

She nodded firmly once, rocking her hips slowly back and forth as she rode on the waves of pain as her stomach contracted, feeling his hand between her plump lips, dripping with birth fluids and arousal. She tucked her chin in, her body curling in around her massive stomach as she squeezed her eyes shut tightly as pushed with the contraction. She felt something within slip, a bit more fluid trickling out as her child descended, the pressure between her hips growing more and more. "OHH!" She threw her head back as the contraction ended, cupping her lower belly in one hand as she supported herself against the wall with her free hand.

"You're doing great," said Ben. "I can see the baby descending. Just relax until your next contraction." He continued to gently rub her lips; it seemed to help.

"Yes," she said, panting heavily. "Keep...pleasuring me..."

Ben did not need to be told twice, continuing to rub her. He looked at his hands; they were still slick with oil, fluids and milk. Hoping that she wouldn't claw his face off, he inserted several fingers of his other hand into her bulging rear entrance.

She panted heavily, gasping and gulping down air as her body trembled, closing her eyes as her body allowed her a bit of a break. She was obviously exhausted from laboring for so long already, though quiet moans and whimpers poured from her lips as he stroked her nether lips. She gasped as she felt him push his fingers into her, lifting her tail a bit to allow him access. She wondered if he could feel the bulge of her descending child that way, too. Her break didn't last long though, before she felt another contraction building inside of her, her stomach clenching into a rock-hard ball of power as she curled in around it and began to push, this time not holding anything back, grunting and heaving with all her might against the pressure between her legs. "NnNNNng NNNNGGGH!"

She threw her head back and gasped, rocking her hips as her lips began to stretch open in an almond shape around her child's head. "It hurts, it hurts..."

"That's it, keep going," said Ben, continuing his massage as the baby descended. Any second now, he should be able to see its...tail?

Yes, no mistake. Rather than the expected head, the baby's rear end - complete with a little stub of a tail - was beginning to be emerge. "The baby is in the breach position," said Ben, looking up. "That explains why you're in so much pain..."

She turned back to look at him with panicked worry in her eyes. Even an inexperienced mother like her knew which way little dragons were supposed to make their way into the world.

"Wh-what do I do..." She bit her lower lip, placing her free hand on top of her belly and stroking it in slow circles. As another contraction began to build, not a moment after the last ended, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to fight against it, worried for the sake of her unborn child. "Ngh..."

"Keep pushing," said Ben. "Your baby is probably fine. However, we should get it out as quickly as we can." He continued to massage her, trying his best to help her stretch. "On your next contraction, I want you to push as hard as you can."

She nodded urgetly, deepening her squat and bringing that hand down from her stomach to between her legs, beginning to rub her clit as he massaged her slowly spreading lips. She drew in a deep breath and began to bear down against the pressure in her massive stomach, her lips beginning to bulge outwards painfully as she spread around her child's body slowly. She gasped and drew in another breath, pushing with all her might as she began stroking her clit quicker, her legs trembling and weak as she struggled to hold herself into a squat. "UGH..! RRRrrrRRRHHHG!! I can't..! It's stuck!"

"Try changing positions," said Ben, oiling up his hands once again. "Maybe get onto your hands and knees? Once the baby gets a little further out, I can try and help it along manually." He gave her a smile. "Trust me. Your baby will be fine."

"Un..." She nodded, collapsing onto her hands and knees. She managed to squat even in that position, feeling the tail end of her child easing down further, each contraction coming one on top of the other now, crashing over her like waves. With her eyes squeezed shut tight she bore down again, her finger rubbing wildly against her large, and now very stiff, clitoris. Digging her sharp teeth into her lower lip, she grunted loudly as she finally felt something give, her child easing out just a bit more with another gush of hot fluids spilling from between her legs. "Ah! AH!"

"Keep going, keep going!" said Ben, as the child's posterior slowly slipped out. Gently, he worked his oiled-up hands in around the child, gently feeling around it. With a little bit of effort, he pulled gently, and the baby's feet slipped out. "There," he said, patting the mother. "That should help a bit." He took a quick peek between the child's legs, and added, "Your son wants to meet you. Why don't you help him out?"

She trembled with exertion, pushing gently with his tugs as she felt the child slip out a bit more. She sighed heavily as another gush of fluids spilled from between her legs, deepening her squat as she gave a strong push, grunting loudly. "Ohhh... Here he comes...!" Her fingers left her clit and readied to catch her son, collapsing forward as she gave a great heave. The pressure was intense, but feeling her progress gave her a second wind, the sounds emitting from her throat as she pushed sounding much more draconic than human, the walls of the cavern vibrating as she bellowed. Finally she felt something give, and with a gush of birth fluids her son spilled out all at once into her hands. "Ah! Oh, I-I did it..."

"You did it," said Ben, smiling. "You have a beautiful baby boy." He momentarily held the howling baby while her mother shifted positions, then gently placed it in her arms.

"Th...thank you," human, she said, her breathing heavy, as she rocked her newborn child.

"You can thank me by not eating me," said Ben, smiling hopefully at her.

She gave a dark little chuckle. "A dragon never forgets a favor, little human," she said. "So long as I draw breath, you shall walk these lands unmolested by my kind and by all others who would wish you ill."

Ben breathed a sigh of relief. The job was its own reward most days, but that (on top of not being eaten) was a definite perk.