[Hyenadog]

Tobias had to shift more onto his back, the urge to push getting to be too much. He groaned through grit teeth as he pushed as hard as he could. He could feel the baby inching lower as he pushed, then sliding back when he stopped. Progress was so slow, each push gaining only a tiny bit as the baby slid back when he finished. All while his body slowly changed. Triggered by his labor and by the babies themselves. Claws growing through his fingernails, hair thickening over his sweaty skin. Extra teats sprouting below his pecks, then swelling with milk.