[thoughtless]

Christ...Jason's contractions were coming almost continuously now and the poor young's screams man Donovan feel sick. If it weren't for him Jason would still be in his room, with the midwife, maybe even with an epidural, giving birth to his first child like any normal man would. Instead he was stuck here, cramped, scared, and in agony, with no help but another who could barely see straight because of his own pain.

Donovan pressed himself forward. The crushing of their stomachs together was almost too much to bare but he had no other choice if he was going to do anything to help. "I see huhhhhh....he...him...Jason. He's move...moving down...you're so...close...erghhhh!!!

Donovan's body whole body shook as the newest wave took hold, but he continued to lean in. He was clearing nearing the final stages himself but there was nothing he could do. His legs were pinned closed. His back and ass were pressed hard against the wall. Tears poured down his cheeks and his chest felt ready to bust but still he focused on Jason. "Put...put your feet...aahhhhhhh...nuuhh...huhh...against...my chest...Like stirrups..mmmmm....huh...huh...Use...use me...to push...AGHHHHHHHH!!!"

(so...I couldn't help it and had to draw this situation lol. Partially because I needed to figure out how they were both in this tiny space...NSFW)