[Lovebite]

It wasn't as if he was a very vocal person either way, it helped to bite down on the wooden rod he had found on the floor where he was, the back room was dimly lit and stuffy even more so now as he struggled with the pain of labor to no avail. As if he had reached this crescendo and couldn't come down, he let out a whine as he tilted his head back against the sack of vegetables again while his hands went lower between his legs. He felt it, the child that was tearing him apart to get out and he wanted to just tug it out of himself so things could go back to normal, back to the way things used to be. His mind wandered to the man at the bar and then the bartender, he hoped this was a nice town because once this was over he was done and whatever happened to this kid was someone else's problem. It didn't feel like a mans way to handle things, but he had no other choice and he was sorry, but knew it was for the best. Maybe not for himself but for the child itself. He huffed in and out as his back arched slightly, feeling his anus gaping like something was going to come out when the pain gripped him and he moaned out without thought, not caring at that moment when he did. His legs spread wider, knees pressed against his the underside of his large, round middle,"Aghhh..."He felt his stomach tighten and quivered as more liquid comes between his legs to stain the towels, he whimpered when hope dwindled.