Yukiko sighed happily as she reclined in Naomi's parents' bathtub. She had spent the last 20 minutes in the
warm water - not to clean herself, but to relax and prepare for the upcoming birth. She had begun to feel her
belly shifting and tightening around 6 PM, and realized that her contractions were beginning. They had
started in her lower abdomen - dull aches in her vagina that progressed into her uterus, and made her back
ache. A thrill ran through her even as the contractions returned in greater force and frequency. It was just
past seven now, and the magically-quickened contractions were now approaching five to six minutes apart.
Yukiko was hotly anticipating labor like nothing else she had ever wanted, but even in her excitement and in
the warm bath she had to admit that her contractions were getting uncomfortable. She tried to concentrate on
the movement of her belly in the water, rising and sinking ever so slightly as her uterus tightened and
released, tightened and released. Yukiko let the water out as she took deeper and deeper breaths.
A surge of something in her stomach, like a burst dam, made Yukiko gasp and clutch her belly. She felt a rush
of liquid leave her body and blushed, wondering briefly if she had wet herself, until another contraction
shocked her into realizing the truth. "My...ungh...my water broke! My baby is coming!" Yukiko's happiness
quickly gave way to discomfort as a throbbing sensation grew deep inside her. She panted and groaned, feeling
like she was being split apart and realizing that her cervix must be dilating to allow baby Naomi out of her.
Almost instinctively, Yukiko cast a silencing charm on the bathroom; no sooner had the spell's sparkles
settled than she let out her first full-fledged cry of pain.
Her contractions were coming every four minutes now, and lasting a minute at a time. Even quickened as part
of her magically compressed pregnancy, Yukiko's labor was still hard on her. Fairy bodies were never designed
to give birth, and here she was jumping with both feet into her first experience with a human body. She
squeezed the sides of the bathtub with the onset of each contraction, white-knuckling through every movement
of her uterus.
"It hurts! Oh, it hurts! How do human women...aaagh...do this?!" Yukiko cried. The great mass in her belly
lurched lower, shifting the bump in her abdomen deeper between her hips, and she gave herself over to real
tears. Naomi was stretching her wider than she had ever been stretched before, and Yukiko chased the agony
away with thoughts of the baby she would soon bring into the world.
At last Yukiko felt her lips being parted. She smiled fleetingly as Naomi crowned, knowing the hardest part
was almost here. Yukiko waited until her muscles relaxed and her contractions subsided, timing her body's
actions carefully. Finally she felt the tightness returning with a vengeance, and pushed as hard as she could
with the new contraction. Her vagina gaped, throbbed, and finally allowed the baby's head out of her. Yukiko
panted, tears of joy flowing freely as she felt Naomi pass through her birth canal. She repeated the process
with her baby's shoulders and hips, until finally the child was freed from its mother's body.
Yukiko braced herself against the tub as her contractions weakened and eventually subsided, lifting herself to
a sitting position and wincing at the soreness in her abdomen and vagina. Her heart burst at the sight of the
tiny baby between her legs. "That came out of me," she whispered, not quite believing herself. "She is my
daughter." Yukiko carefully picked up the whimpering thing, which twisted and turned uncertainly in its
mother's arms. She held baby Naomi to her swollen breasts, and her tears began anew as her child latched onto
a thick, dark nipple and began to suckle.
Yukiko's milk let down and she relished the feeling of her baby feeding from her, absently rubbing her belly
as it shrank and tightened to pre-birth proportions. Her hand brushed the cord that still connected her to
her daughter, and grasped it gently, part of her not wanting to cut it. Eventually the time came for her to
birth the placenta and cut the cord. Afterwards she dried herself and Naomi off and moved to Naomi's parents'
bed, still breastfeeding her.
"Welcome back, my daughter," Yukiko whispered as the child fell asleep. "Your name is Ruka."