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Word got around.

Stories of Ben and his clients spread, and he achieved something of a reputation. He thought nothing of it, of course. He was just doing his job. He did like the opportunities to travel a lot, though.

His travels at this point brought him pretty far from civilization. But he was coming close to where he wanted to be. He stood at the gates of a vast encampment with spiked barriers. He guessed they did not entertain much.

There was a bell on a rope nearby. Not sure what else to do, he gave it a pull.

After a few moments he heard the soft whispers of a few females. On the top of the gates were watch towers, and when the whispers died away he saw someone walking up there. She was large, huge, probably about eight feet tall and muscular enough that no one would probably want to mess with her. She knelt down a bit to see who was pulling at the front door. "Are you Benjamin?" she said, her accent making the phrase barely coherent.

To his credit, Ben only gulped in his mind. "Ben, please," he said, picking up his travel bag. "Are...you the ones who sent for me? I was told to go to the encampment on the Ilaka Plains, and this is the only one."

"Indeed it is,” said the gatekeeper. “We've been expecting you."

The girl turned toward her companions, saying a quick pharse in a language that Ben couldn't understand. Another moment, and the door opened. Two women were standing out behind the gates waiting for him. Although they held no smiles for him, they carried no weapons. Then again, he could see the way their forearms were sculpted, the thickness in their thighs, and the predatory way they were sizing him up. They probably could, if necessary, take them apart with their bare hands.

"Ayamara's been expecting you, we are here to bring you to her," the one on the right murmured, her dark brown eyes seemingly boring into his soul, With that, both of them turned, and began walking into the village proper.

Despite the intimidation that they were making quite evident, it was clear that they were worried too; they whispered to each other, back and forth, moving a bit closer to each other, there gates slowly matching each other step for step, making the soft, sensual swaying of their asses synchronized.

They turned another corner, and moved towards a rather large structure made out of stone, another four guards keeping watch out front.

Ben approached the guards, trying to look as nonthreatening as possible. "Er, hello," he said, as he approached the guards. "Is this where the mother is? How is she doing?"

One of the guards spoke up, as two others opened the doors. "The lady is resting, but her sleep lately has been fitful. She has been eagerly awaiting your arrival," she said, giving Ben the briefest of smiles, before moving aside ot let them pass.

Ben did so, noticing that his escort was no longer with him. He supposed that there was a reason for it, but he didn't think to ask.

The layout of the place was fairly minimalistic, and it didn't take him long to find where the patient was resting. He just followed the little groans.

That's when he spotted her. The queen of the amazons, her head down on the small table that had been dragged in front of her throne. When he stepped in, her head lifted, her dark green eyes widening first in anger and then in relief.

"Thank the goddess," she murmured, and rose to her feet. She was easily ten feet tall, putting most of the other girls he'd seen so far to shame. She had the same predatorial body shape, with the same athleticism that most of the other girls had, but she was softer too, her hips were much rounder, her breasts were much bigger, and adorned with lots of jewelry that draped over her breasts, and circled her gigantic tummy. It was a great cinnamon sphere, perfectly round and nearly shiny with tightness. If she had been an ordinary person, Ben would have suspected she was carrying more than one, and she was carrying heavy. She stepped out from behind her throne and knelt, giving him a wide smile. "Thank you for coming to see me," she said.

Ben gave her a bow in return and stepped forward. This was...a bit intimidating. He knew that she was putting an immense amount of pride aside to show deference, however small an amount, to a man.

"I'm happy to help,” said Ben. “What can I do for you?” He opened up his bag and began to get out some supplies. He was going to need bigger towels, it seemed.

She sat on the stone table near her throne, giving him a small smile. "I've been in in labor for almost a week now," she said softly, and looked down at him. "The contractions have been slowly getting worse and worse, and my sisters insisted on getting help. Many adamantly refused to let a man into the camp, but your reputation preceeds you. And here you are.”

Ben blushed a bit. “I just do what I do,” he said, as he washed in hands in ointment. "In any case, it's a good thing you called me, this could be bad. Normally, after such a long labor, some would go straight for the surgical approach. But I may have some ways to move things along. Spread your legs, please."

She did, as Ben stepped between her immense legs. He couldn't help but feel intimidated again. If she closed her thighs, she could crush his skull with ease. She really was huge. Ben could probably fit an entire arm inside her. He began his examination, gently parting her lips.

"You seem to be quite dilated," he said, looking in his bag again, "but things aren't moving. I'm going to try and manually break your water. Are you in much pain?"

The queen nodded. "It hurts...a lot,” she said. “The girls are afraid to come check on me. My handmaiden got too close during a contraction and I broke her arm."

She sighed softly. " I never mean to hurt my girls, but...they shouldn't try and touch..." She paused and gave a moan as she felt his fingers pushing against her walls.

"Relax," he said, probing inside her with one hand and pressing on her huge, swollen tummy with the other. "Let me know if you feel a pop or something. And talk to me. Is this your first pregnancy?"

She bit her lip, nodding gently. "This is my first one,” she murmured, “And...her father, he is from the barbarian tribes of the north mountains. Almost as big as I.”

She paused, and gasped in...pleasure? "Mmm...oh...nothing yet..." she said.

Ben nodded, pausing a bit when he noticed her little pant. He looked up at her and a thought crossed his mind. ...well. It had worked before.

"Stop me if what I'm doing feels uncomfortable to you," he said, withdrawing his hand, "but I think it would help."

Still applying gentle pressure to her belly, he began to gently manipulate her oversized clitoris, feeling her body quiver at his touch.

She closed her eyes, waiting for pain, but, instead she felt pleasure rocket through her body. The man she had mated with had never even touched her there. She felt her fingers clench and she closed her eyes, letting a moan escape her lips. "G...Goddess...that feels fantastic..." she murmured, feeling her pussy lips starting to throb.

It was easing her pain, if nothing else. He had been putting a good deal of research in the use of sexual pleasure to aid childbirth, but it was rather controversial work, to say the least. Still, one could not deny the results.

Seeing some progress being made, he grew bolder. Hoping she would not take offense, he leaned in and wrapped his lips around her button, licking and teasing it with his tongue.

She flexed for just a moment, her strong thighs wrapping around his head, but she released almost as instantly, hissing with pleasure, her whole body heaving a bit as her pussy throbbed against his chin, her clit growing more erect by the moment. "Ohh...ohhh..." she bit her lip gently, feeling the pleasure only increase.

Ben smiled internally. Yes, he was getting somewhere now. He was not one well-studied in the arts of pleasure, but he did have a very good grasp of anatomy. Sensing her climax growing near, Ben added an arms to the action of his tongue, pushing gently in and out of her, feeling around for where he was fairly certain her G-spot was.

She gasped in pleasure again, moaning deeply as her body pushed against his, her pussy walls quaking as she felt her climax racing forwards. As he hit her special spot, she collapsed to the table, her legs spreading wider and her legs flexing straight outwards, as she began to climax, her juices flowing out all around her. But, even as she climaxed, he felt a torrent of liquid rushing around him.

Ben recoiled a bit, trying to avoid getting splashed as her water broke and failing to do so. At the moment, he didn't mind. "Hopefully, you should begin to progress as normal, soon," he said, toweling off his hands. "It could be anywhere from a few minutes to a few hours. What are you feeling?"

She bit her lip, closing her eyes as she felt the same contractions, except even stronger. He could see her muscles visibly rippling. "It's happening...it's happening very fast," she said, her heels landing into the small pegs on the side of the table, clearly meant to turn this into a birthing table.

Ben nodded, helping her get into position as best he could. Between her legs, her pussy was bulging outwards. "Your body knows what to do," he said, cleaning his hands again. "Get into the most comfortable position for you, and push when you feel the urge."

She conceded, shifting just slightly so her legs were a bit farther apart, and then she felt something shift within her, nad she looked at him. "I think...I think it's coming!"

Ben quickly knelt between her legs, looking close. The bulging was growing more pronounced, and he could see her belly shifting. "It's coming, alright," he said, "and fast! Why don't you give me a push?"

She nodded, breaking into a light sweat as she begins to push, moaning loudly. He could see her lips opening, see the small head beginning to crown. She gasped for breath and laid back for a minute, already panting for breath. The head darted back just inside of her pussy lips, her whole sex bulging.

"It's coming!" said Ben, rubbing her lips to help them stretch. The head was just barely visible. "And it's got a lot of hair! On your next contraction, give me a nice hard push!"

She gasped, taking two or three deep breaths, before pushing again, the baby's head popping out. It began to wail, writhing a little bit, as its body was still trapped inside. Aya laughed, and worked up the strength to push again it's shoulders following next.

"Almost," said Ben, supporting the baby's head and shoulders. It was huge, easily the biggest baby he had ever delivered. He wasn't sure he'd be able to hold it. "Your baby's almost out. Give me one more nice big push."

With a scream that shook the stone walls, the baby slid out into Ben's waiting arms in a gush of fluid. Buckling under the weight, he nevertheless held it up for its mother. "It's a lovely baby girl," he said, "though I imagine you're not surprised about that."

Aya smiled, taking the girl into her arms, cradling it gently as it nuzzled against her. She looked up to him. "Thank you so much," she whispered, before kissing its forehead.

Ben beamed. "It's what I do," he said. “May I take a look at her, please?”

He withdrew a knife from the bag and made short work of the cord and gave the newborn amazon a thorough examination before handing her back, where she quickly latched onto her mother's chest.

“My people owe you a great debt of gratitude,” said the queen. “Anything you wish of us, it shall be yours.”

Ben looked down at himself, his clothes slick with her fluids. "I...don't suppose I could trouble you for a bath before I'm off?" he asked meekly.

Queen Aya laughed heartily. “You shall have that and more,” she said. “Tonight, you shall be treated to all the luxury we can provide, and we will feast in your honor.”

Ben considered this. He seldom accepted more than a token payment for his services, but he had been travelling a lot. The queen's offer sounded extremely tempting, and besides that, it was probably bad form to refuse a woman who could crush a man's skull with her thighs.

“I would like that very much,” said Ben, bowing. The job took him all sorts of places. For once, he was going to stop and enjoy one of them.