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Her mother watched on with wide eyes at Mollie’s own fear and confusion. Despite having given birth just days ago – how could this be happening?
As the pain intensified. Time seemed to blur as Mollie was rushed into the operating room, the urgency of the situation palpable in the air.
As the surgeons prepared for the emergency cesarean section, Mollie’s heart pounded with fear and uncertainty. Would she survive this ordeal?
Mollie felt a surge of pain unlike anything she had ever experienced. Every fiber of her being screamed in protest, but she knew she had to hold on – for herself, for her babies.
In the midst of the chaos, Mollie’s thoughts drifted to Lily, her newborn daughter, whom she had left behind in the care of her family. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she prayed for her safety and wondered how she would ever explain this surreal turn of events.
She clutched at her abdomen, the muscles contracting and spasming in a rhythm that felt like a cruel symphony of agony. Beside her.
As the medical team swarmed around her, their urgent voices blending into a chaotic cacophony, Mollie felt a sense of helplessness wash over her. She was trapped in a nightmare.
With each passing moment, the pain intensified, threatening to engulf her completely. Mollie’s mind raced with a jumble of thoughts and fears, her thoughts flitting between But for Mollie, the only thing that mattered was the precious gift of her four beautiful children, Lily and her newborn son and knew that no matter how unconventional their journey had been, their love would always be the truest and most enduring miracle of all and the tiny life now struggling to emerge from within her once again.
Mollie’s body trembled with exhaustion and pain as she lay on the hospital bed, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The medical team, their faces etched with concern, moved swiftly around her, their urgent actions a stark contrast to the eerie silence that filled the room.
With each contraction, Mollie’s grip tightened on the edge of the bed, her knuckles turning white with strain. She felt as though she were being torn apart from the inside out, the relentless waves of pain pushing her to the brink of despair.
And then, in a flurry of motion and chaos, the first baby emerged into the world, its cries piercing the air with a haunting urgency. The medical team worked with practiced efficiency to suction away the fluids and clear the airways, their movements a blur of motion as they prepared for the next birth. Molly was greeted by the sight of her newborn son, a tiny bundle of joy cradled in her arms. Despite the surreal circumstances of his arrival, she felt an overwhelming rush of love and gratitude flood her heart.
But before anyone could catch their breath, another baby followed, then another, and another. Four tiny lives. All quickly met with their mother.
As the last baby was born, a heavy silence descended upon the room, broken only by the soft sounds of newborn cries. Mollie lay pale and still, her body drained of strength and vitality.
The medical team exchanged worried glances, their faces drawn with concern as they assessed the situation. Despite their best efforts, they knew the toll that the extraordinary birth had taken on Mollie’s fragile body.
In the days that followed, Mollie’s spread far and wide. Meanwhile, in the bustling corridors of the hospital, Mollies mother had contacted the police and they worked diligently to piece together the events leading up to Mollie’s death. Interviews were conducted, medical records reviewed, and evidence meticulously collected as they sought to uncover the truth behind the extraordinary circumstances surrounding her untimely passing.
As the investigation unfolded, rumors swirled, speculation running rampant as people searched for answers in the wake of Mollie’s tragic demise. Some whispered tales of foul play, while others clung to the belief that her death was simply a cruel twist of fates. Making people question, just what really happened to her?
Jackson sat in class, staring at Chelsea. She was a brunette wearing dark grey leggings and he stared at her plump butt stick out as she grabbed colouring pencils to colour in the posters they were crafting.
“UGH!” Chelsea threw a brown pencil down into the mix of other pencils. “I can’t find a good brown anywhere.” Jackson was already behind her when he said. “Here. Try this one.” He said with his deep booming voice.
She took the pencil from him, looking at his chest in his tank top. “Thanks mate” and walked off back to her seat.
That Friday
His waist smacked quickly against her big butt. She moaned like crazy to his fast deep, long strokes.
Jackson pushed his entire length into Chelsea’s pussy, she gasped as the entire thing slammed brutally against her cervix. She moaned as she felt the biggest dick she’d ever had. It hurt and felt amazing too. She went crazy over it.
“Fuck! I think… I cummed… like four times already” her words interrupted by pounds of his dick ripping open her pussy.
He felt his own dick surprisingly go even fat and caused her to let out a scream and her vagina was stretched even more.
“Cum for me!” She said. Not knowing what she was asking for me. “Cum for me, let me feel your hot cum inside me!”
Jackson gripped her throat and put his hand on her belly. He wanted to feel it this time. His dick swelled up, pleasure was sent through his shaft as he readied his dick to force her pussy to gulp down all this cum and forcibly impregnate itself. This time he wanted to feel her belly expand as the baby is breeded instantly within her.
He cummed, pumping all the could as ecstacy of pleasure was sent through his body, he moaned. Chelsea moaned to each twitch of his dick within her. She felt the hot cum within her and let out a groan but then stopped as she noticed her belly get bigger. She stared down, as his hand suddenly was filled with her expanded belly. She started to crane her neck around to see what was happening.
“Jackson! My belly is getting bigger… what the fuck is happening?”
He groaned, still cumming and said. “I’m Impregnating you, and breeding you like a good slut.” Then he covered her mouth and wrapped his arms round her. She tried to move, escape, even bite him but he wedged her jaw closed and forced it to stay that way.
“Just take it, this was going to happen to you sooner or later.” His cum had pumped her belly to six months pregnant as she watched helplessly.
“I’m going to let go of your mouth and if you make any noise, you’ll be giving birth tomorrow.”
She nodded, as she felt the cum still being pumped. He removed his hand…
“Hel! Mmmm” he covered her mouth and shut her jaw.
He hit her in the head. “I told you not to.” She groaned, screaming internally. “Fuck it, you’re going to give birth today.” And rubbing his dick against her ruined pussy. He let her pussy gulp down cum after cum after cum. More than he did with Sarah. Chelsea cried as the baby was already coming. Jackson removed his dick, called the ambulance and climbed out her window. This one would probably get him caught but he didn’t care. The pleasure was worth it.
Chelsea screamed as her pussy was ripped open from the baby already coming, her water had already broken and was wetting her bed. Her mother ran into the room, the sisters behind her, as they watched Chelsea scream as she pushed.
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