A Commission Birthing Nightmare Ein's Heart Day
Ein is at it again. The loveable Snek has many broods in her heart-womb and they are itching to get out. The pain is for real! So eager to be free, and no way out...Always open for commissions. Email or discord me. Check profile for further information. Newsletter with free goodies open. No spam - ever.
Ein didn't know when it really started to get out of hand. Sure, maybe when her heart turned into a womb, maybe when her offspring were trapped inside her, perhaps when another brood, a batch of those little squirmers appeared and filled out her chest cavity to the point of being, well, untenable.
Luckily, she had a serpentine body that could be described in three words; Voluptuous, sensational, Smooth, and she was pretty much a snake, which allowed her body to accommodate to great stores of food. She was expansive and could expand. Where, universally, every other species would falter with a heart made to carry youth as a womb, she was acutely genetically prepared for it.
Yet though her body was prepared for it, did not mean that she herself was prepared for it. Not at all. The last month had been a struggle to retain her independence but it was up until today when, perhaps, she couldn't maintain independence. A new batch of youth, perhaps the third? Fourth? They had begun to awaken. No matter how stretchy and elongated her heart cavity was, there just simply wasn't enough room for them, and even if there was room, they all had the instinctual knowledge that they were trapped.
And they wanted out.
She was laying out on her living room floor, back against the cold hard wood, her eyes lingering up to the ceiling. Jutting from her chest a mountain, flanked by two significantly smaller mountains. These were her breasts. They were lovely round watermelon things. They were squishy, soft, round, thick, with a vague water balloon quality to them that always drew the eye. The towering peak, a mountain that dwarfed practically everything? Her heart. Her heart womb. Her heart womb with babies. Several babies. Unborn babies. Babies that had time to grow in size and shape, babies that were met with brothers and sisters of another generation. Babies that sought freedom. Babies that thrashed and bolted and rocked and squirmed and just generally freaked the fuck out and rushed to some place anywhere-but-not-here.
Both of her large elongated hands, with same comically expansive digits, wrapped around the bastion of her heart protrusion. She had to stretch her arms as far as snake-ly possible to by pass her hefty breasts. The mound was going crazy with activity. The squirming and sloshing, the activity, the everything. Her body responded in kind to such distress and agony which resulted in her heart thumping. Pounding. Blood wasn't just being pumped throughout her body, it was being jettisoned. Each valve flopped open and closed to allow the powerful titanic rush of blood through one side of the body, inject it around, and then right on back to another valve.
The powerful heart organ was intensely a monster of a machine, and it was depicted excessively because of its size. The pumping and jack hammering of her heart from the disturbing squirming in the heart was enough to be seen and heard. It throbbed, aching, like a bashed thumb. It was naked. Ein could see, with her own eyes, the expanding exhale of flesh as the heart trembled at its own excess. She felt the roaring of the heart.
Thump
Thump
THUMP
TH--UMMM-PPPP
Thump thump thump thump thump!
It was so ever present, so engulfing and excessive that she couldn't hear it, she merely felt it. Not only was it an individual solo adventure either. Everything in the house rumbled and groaned in response to the friction that the heaving, heavy, hefty heart produced.
The plates and glasses rumbled. The books on the adjacent shelves rocked. The furniture: table, chairs, all situated on hard solid stiff wood, trembled and knocked and cracked against the surface in response to the vibrations emanating from the protruding jutting out heart shaped sack of flesh.
Her entire body rattled much like the surroundings. She was in too much excruciating and hideous pain to note anything around her. Her attention was drawn inward to the existential crisis that was coming to a head, or a heart, rather. Her lovely little tail flailed on the ground, whipping this way and that in response to the curdling crushing sensation in her chest, and subsequently her entire body. From tail to top of her head. It was just too much for her.
At first, she tried to sooth herself, whispering to herself, to her chest, to her babies, to anything and everything that would listen. She cycled through statements about this being okay, or that this was nothing, or that it would pass. Anything and everything under the sun, all the while her smooth as velvet hands gently soothed and stroked her bare exposed heart lump womb.
And each time she tried to lull herself with lies and deception, the heart responded in great, great kindness with another earth shattering THUMP.
It was impossible now to dismiss this as something that would pass, she'd been through mock and false pregnancies, but this ain't that. Not by a long shot. Usually, the young imprisoned in her dome of squishy soft flesh would squirm and wiggle and jiggle temporarily and then become dormant again. But that wasn't happening. Not now, perhaps not ever. It was a full on fight in her body.
Those monstrous and large heart valves would shutter open, suck in the flow of blood only to circulate it through to the cleaning station and out the other valve, but those were becoming a mini-birthing, unbirthing station.
Wigglers would get caught in the suction and flow and down the water slide they went, traveling from valve, to heart, inside the heart itself, and out the other end, slamming against the mushy wall of her heart-womb. This type of thing happened in the past, some of her children, grown and massive, would press themselves against the wall, and on rare occasion, one would find itself shot out like a cannonball from heart valve to heart-wall, but now it was a free-for-all and not a minute passed that she couldn't just see hands and tails tracing her heart, but solid massive forms propelled with such force against it.
She couldn't take much more of this. She shunted her tears for as long as she could but now she was full on crying. The hard and hideous crying that was not cute, nor adorable, nor attractive. She was ugly crying - no, she was ugly sobbing.
Before she knew it, she was curled on her side, doubled over, in a mock fetal position. She would have accomplished a proper fetal position had her body not been so damned sensually curved and prodigious. And the heart tenting from her chest... for it was easily ten foot tall, blooming and busting out of her body.
She ended up in this dejected, miserable position before two rapid fast forms consecutively bashed against the flank of her breast, causing her to tumble from her back to her side.
Her heart was a hot spot of musical percussion. The thud of her heart racing was quiet and dull compared to the slamming, bashing of bodies toyfully ejected from her heart, but all this was nothing compared to the little fists beating for an exit.
The worst part was, the small ones going through her heart cavity were an inconvenience, but when the ones that were inside her to far to long, the ones that had grown, the ones that weren't considered babies or toddlers, but perhaps youth, or young, when they got caught in her heart, she felt her pulse build and build and build up... her body was a mess of paralyzing pain. Lightning thundered through her spine. The pressure was so intense in her heart-womb that it echoed throughout her body.
She felt swollen. Bloated. A balloon waiting to burst.
But it was all for naught. She couldn't sooth the tremendous and terrible sensations. She couldn't coddle her youth into a slumber, there was just so much more activity. Her massive engorged heart stretched and towered outward, measuring about 20 feet, if not more, add to it the stacks and piles of struggling bodies squirming directionless and frantic, it might as well be 24 feet. She hadn't measured it, but it certaintly felt like it.
The pain was so much, it was overwhelming her. She couldn't make it stop, she could do nothing except accept it. Her heart pistoned like a gigantic mechanical machine. Her youth were continually circulating and jettisoning from her heart, but even then, it wasn't as streamline a process as one might imagine. There were other issues with it all.
She got backed up. This happened particularly when a grown baby got lodged in her valve, corking her rushing blood. The body overcompensated and blasted that body to her heart walls, slamming her this way and that, but the next up on the slide through her most vital and vulnerable area wouldn't jettison out of a valve to the heart wall-womb, but instead the squirming body was pumped through her arteries. This wasn't just dangerous, it was painful and uncomfortable.
The bodies of children against her protruding heart was one thing, it was almost normalized, but seeing their vague squirming squishy forms travel and traverse through her body was an entirely different thing. She felt them worm their way through her arteries, crawling, getting stuck, lodged, preventing, constricting, stopping blood flow.
It was like labor - it was labor. The pain was debilitating and dangerous and agonizing. She cried to no body in particular, she cried for many things, for many reasons, but they all stemmed from blinding burning lightning pain. The lodged youth were stuck. She pushed, and pushed, she flexed and tightened her body, trying to form blood to redouble its efforts.
She rolled left to right, right to left, trying to dislodge them, to help them on their way to escape. How? She didn't know.
One particular artery - the pulmonary artery, housed by her lung, seemed to be the party spot. One of her first broods, easily a few feet in size, but was adaptable and squishy enough to travel the tunnel of her artery found itself stuck. Ein tried to aid it, through her frantic hand, cupping the body, shoving it through, but it was to no avail. The worst part was another of her squirming little guys slammed right into that blockade. It was not enough force to dislodge it though.
Her artery was highlighted, a vestigial slip and slide, protruding from collecting bodies on bodies. She could trace the very pathway of that artery by eye, feel it under her fingers.
She cried out again, but her voice was hoarse from screaming, hollering, and crying already. Her body stopped its pain and a vague curtain seemed to go down on her, her eyes losing a little trace of its light. She fought, struggling, pushing...
Until finally the young broke through the tunnel, widening It to accommodate their shape. Who knows if such a thing would even shrink to its normal size again.
They did not escape, her youth found no exit, just a path right on back into that massive heart. And the pain re-doubled its efforts in such a way. It was like giving birth but without the pleasant aftermath, without the promise of relief. The pain would not stop, couldn't stop, not with the activity that wildly pounded against her chest cavity. Luckily, there were no more strolls through her blown out arteries.
Not yet. But for now, she remained on the ground, her tail thrashing this way and that in spasm, it slapped the ground, side to side. It was massive, long, strong, and it obeyed her not at all. It bashed against the couch, shattering it, before it coiled in on itself.
She didn't know at the time, but the entire neighborhood awoke, not because of her screams, but because of her massive deafening heart poundings. It was as if the house itself was a heart.
The night was still young. Perhaps help was called.
It didn't matter. She couldn't give birth and her youth couldn't be taken from outside of her heart. They were stuck there, to age, grow bigger, and to expand her heart significantly more than its mere and insignificant size of nearly thirty feet.