"Excuse me! S- sorry! Out of my way, please!"   Doctor Azealias ran down the corridor, her pager buzzing wildly. She was as careful as one could be in a hurry, and she was in one of the biggest hurries a zylep doctor could be.   It was her patient in SBR02. Her water had broken.   SBR02 was in the delivery ward, the room's acronym short for S-Type Birthing Room, although they worked just fine for 10s or 9s; her patient had a 9. The doctor quickly thought on how her patient was beyond thrilled to hear that the massive, growing bulges in her belly weren't from multiple children. That was six months ago. And now, after a grueling 16-hour labor, it was the middle of the night, and broken water meant that he was coming out soon.   Into the elevator. Mispressed a button. Oh well, it was a floor under her destination. Ding. Past the reception. Past the vending machines and the family room. Past the rows and rows of vacant SBRs. The only one occupied was at the end of the hall. Doctor Azealias washed her hands with soap and water, then grabbed some sterile gloves and an N95 mask at the workstation just outside the room. Then, she took a deep breath. This would be her first delivery for a Type above 7. She entered the room.   "-AAAAAAAAAHHHH! AAAAAUUUuuUuUuUuuughhh! Nggh! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"   "Ma'am, it's alright! The doctor's here now! Just take some deep breaths and push-!"   "nnnNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"   Her heart was racing as she walked past the small party of people necessary to clean a Type 9 post-delivery. She stood at the foot of the bed, her view of the mother's top half obscured by that massive belly. It was propped up by a special holding apparatus attached to the bed, made specifically for mothers who were expecting 9-and-ups, but unable to support the weight alone.   "Okay, Miss la'Cii? Can you hear me?"   "Y- YEAH!"   "Okay, how are you feeling?"   "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK!?"   "I understand that it hurts, miss, but we'll deliver him safe and sound, and the pain will stop, it's best if you start pushin-"   "I'VE BEEN PUSH-IIIIIAAAAAAAAHHHHH! HE'S... NNGHHHAAHHH! HE'S GOTTA BE... STUCK-!"   The patient's hands gripped the hands of her bedside nurses.   "N- NOPE! HE AIN'T STUCK NO MORE!"   "Okay, miss, I'm gonna need you to start pushing for me."   "NNNNNNNNGGHHHH!"   "Please don't hold your breath, miss."   The patient's vaginal opening began to dialate.   "Nnnngh..."   Azealias could see the baby's head.   "Nnngh! Aaah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"   "Wh- WAAA! WAAAH!"   The sound of the little zylep's cries were almost alleviating.   "Congratulations, Miss la'Cii. It's a boy."   The patient was still breathing hard. The baby was resting on her groin area, covered in uterine fluids. They began to clean his little body... But the other half of him wasn't out yet.   "Okay, Miss la'Cii?"   "Y- yeah?"   "I'm gonna need to... stick my hand inside you for a little bit."   "What?"   "I'm sorry, but, uh... I still need to deliver the rest of your boy. His genitals are still inside you."   "Huh? But I thought... Do I still have to push?"   "A little bit, and only when I ask. But you can relax for now."   "Hah... Haaaah..."   Doctor Azealias made sure the boy was laying on his mother before slowly inching her hand up her patient's distended vagina - and soon, birth canal. She remembered her medical school lessons and began humming as she felt around the entrance to Miss la'Cii's cervix. She lightly pressed into her patient, making them yelp.   "What was tha-!?"   "Nothing to worry about, miss. Your birth canal is still flexible enough to... Hm... Here we go."   "Ngh! I... I feel you inside..."   "Hmm... Hmm-hm-hmm... Hmm hmm..."   The doctor had found his scrotum. She fondled the colossal nut into the mother's birth canal, making the mother start to moan in pain.   "Ok, ma'am, now push for me!"   "Nnnnnnnnghhhhh..."   *splrrrrk!* *THUD!*   "...Aaand out he comes!"   A titanic set of cinnamon-red balls hammerspaced out of the mother's vaginal opening, all wet and oozing with amniotic and uterine juices. They were all veiny and scrunched up, yet each as big as the cabin to a construction crane. They had to weigh a ton, at least, judging by how the ground shook upon contact. That was the thing about zylep boy births - their genitals were so large and so heavy that it was better off to have them stay with the mother rather than spend time moving them to a seperate wing (outside of emergencies, of course).   "Ma'am?" Doctor Azealias asked. "His penis is still inside you. Can we remove it?"   Miss la'Cii seemed to be in a state of nirvana.   "No... N- no... I want my baby to hold me..."   Doctor Azealias looked down to see exactly that. The zylep boy's little legs dangled, and his arms stretched out around his mommy's groin, a titan of a foot-and-a-half-thick and god-knows-how-long penis resting inside her womb and birth canal, still in need of delivery.   "Nurses? Can you make sure she's stable? I think she wants some... Alone time."   A few checks of the equipment later, and the nurses ensured Miss la'Cii's stability before leaving. Now the cleanup crew was hard at work, drying the boy's scrotum of any birth fluids. Loud gurgling erupted from inside the sack whenever they needed to lift or move it.   "Doctor?" she heard her patient lightly say.   "Yes, miss?"   "Can you lift my legs for me?"   "Excuse me?"   "I want my baby... I want him to fuck me."   The doctor was stunned. She had never heard a request like this before, especially so soon after birth.    "Uh... Well... I wouldn't recommend it. You're probably still in a lot of pain, and newborn babies are so fragile."   "Please, doctor? I'll let you have a turn, too."   The doctor blushed. Although she had only fantasized about something similar on her Zyblr profile, she had never once considered actually doing it on the job. Helping a lucky mother give birth to a Type 9 or higher, then being railed relentlessly by the newborn... The scenario made her wet every time. She felt her netherlips moistening as she stared at the minutes-old child, his mammoth cock still stuck inside his mommy's pussy-   "Can you help him fuck me?" the mother asked.   Azealias didn't respond. Instead, she walked out of the room, disposed of her unsterile gloves and scrubs, washed her hands with soap and water, and walked back in totally naked. The cleanup crew had finished in the time it took for her to disrobe, so she was all alone with the mother and her newborn son.   After a minute of blushing and uncomfortable silence, the doctor stood at the side of the end of the bed, the baby boy's tremendous ballsack having been moved closer to him. He was still breathing, still laying on mommy's crotch, his thick fucklog lodged inside her. It was an intensely arousing scene to Azealias. Then, she gently grabbed Miss la'Cii's forelegs and slowly lifted them up to her chest, her feet touching her shoulders. la'Cii moaned and bit her lip.   "Thank you... Can you push him for me?"   "...Yes. Yes, I can do that."   Azealias sat on the side of the bed, her bare, violet ass set against the sheets, as she faced the beautiful newborn. She gently cupped his behind and back with a hand, then... pushed.   "Mph... Mmmmm... My baby... My baby's..."   Azealias took a deep breath in. She was feeling warm and energetic. She grabbed the underside of the baby's cock and gently masturbated him, making him whine out loud. That newborn mega-fuckcannon only solidified and grew thicker with every stroke, growing from a foot and a half to two feet, three, four!   "I... I feel him!" the mother cried out. "I feel my baby in my womb!!"   "If there's anything that feels wrong, just let me know, miss."   Azealias took a shaky breath out and continued her lewd act. Thankfully, Miss la'Cii's cunt was already used to having large things in and out, so a now six-foot-thick monster of a dick was a snug fit. Azealias changed her position so she was now sitting on the beginning of his scrotum, rubbing herself against him while pushing his fucktower inside his mommy.   "D- doc... I feel my baby inside me... He's... My ribcage..."   Azealias didn't have to go back into doctor mode for this. It's well reported in zylep medical texts that mothers who choose to have sex with their newborn boys can take have their wombs stretched across their chest by their babies' cocks. And although it might be discomforting for the mother, there are no documented adverse effects for either mother or child.   "It's fine," Azealias cooed. "You should be very happy that your little boy's so big."   "Eheheh, I kindof am..."   Azealias continued pumping that newborn cock inside her patient, her own cunt wet and glistening with arousal. She took a deep breath in... A breath that heightened her arousal, even if it made her cough and gag a bit. The unmistakable stink of zylep sex had begun to fill the room. That set of balls was a musk factory, and it only took a few minutes for them to kick into overdrive. Soon both doctor and patient were overtaken by the primal urge to mate with this newborn boy. They began to breathe faster. Miss la'Cii held her legs above her head and moaned like a porn star. Azealias pushed herself and the newborn in and out, in and out, a quick rhythm that made the boy begin to cry.   "MY BABY! MY BABYYY! I'M GETTING BRED BY MY BABYYY!! MY BABY'S FUCKING MEEEEE!"   The sounds of hard cock in used cunt became squishy and sloppy. Precum began pouring out of the mother's cunt at a quick pace. The sight and stench were enough to make Azealias squirt all over the baby boy's ass and back.   "Fffuck-! Agh... Damn, that's hot..."   "Wh! Whaaaaah! Waah, waaaaaaaah!"   The boy's cries only meant one thing at this stage. Azealias went right back to work, masturbating that mammoth fuckcannon, all lubed up by gallons of precum. She pushed and pulled, back and forth, just like this boy would probably learn to do on his own in a few months. The plapping and shlking noises of the sloppiest sex she had ever heard in her lifetime made her breathe harder, and every breath was pure, unadulterated baby zylep sexstink. She squirted again, and she still felt like she hadn't achieved a true orgasm.   "Th-! The pre stopped!"   "What?"   "whh! WAAAAAAAAAH!"   In seconds of the baby's cry, the holding apparatus broke, a geyser of hot, stinking babycum ejected from the sides of his mommy's cunt, and the mother's belly went from a late stage pregnancy to the most pregnant zylep in the city. In fact, Azealias could hardly believe her eyes. She had only heard stories about newborn zylep virility. But this twelve-minutes-old boy was cumming faster and harder than any adult man she had ever seen. The mother's belly bloated - no, ballooned and inflated with pure spunk, her belly button hitting the ceiling, and her sides glorping out with the ocean of semen being released in her womb.   Azealias sat there, mouth agape, as the baby boy painted his mommy's insides and the lower half of the bed with his virile cum. She heard loud gurgling from the baby's ballsack, a sign that they were producing even more hot semen for mommy's needy womb. Just then, the spurts of cum slowed down, then ceased. The boy had stopped cumming... Little zyleps weren't exactly known for controlling their orgasms.   "Ma'am? Are you almost done there?" Azealias asked as she bit her lip, only one thing screamed in her mind. She desperately wanted that fresh batch of baby semen inside her. But, she couldn't. Not yet. She forced her bedside manner to come first.   "Are you okay? Do you need someone to come in and pump out all the-?"   "Mmmmmmmmhhh... Baby... My baby came inside me... Your turn."   Azealias smiled widely. Now all she had to do was get that throbbing babycock out of mommy's pussy. For a doctor with plenty of experience delivering 8s and 7s, that would be a breeze. She let the baby hold his mommy for a few seconds more before reaching inside that ruined cunt with both hands, gripping the pre-and-semen-coated shaft before gently inching it out. The process lasted a few minutes, and she was grateful that zylep babycock shrunk quickly post orgasm. Setting the baby boy on his own ballsack, she walked over to the foot of the bed and tugged out a few more inches of stinking, throbbing newborn shaft.   "Your baby's almost all the way out, miss!"   "Nnnhhh... Thank yoooou!"   With a wet pop, out came the head of a beautiful baby penis, its glans flared up and its foreskin dripping with semen and leftover amniotic fluids. It was six feet thick at its peak, but due to the quick flaccidity, it was now only three feet thick. His length was a sight to behold - the boy's cock was a throbbing, red rocket, measuring around a hundred and twenty feet. Doctor Azealias could never quite picture what a Type 9 filling an SBR would look like, but this demonstration was all she needed, as the baby boy was now on one side of the room, his dickend clear over on the other. His cock was around a type 8's size, but his balls and semen output were Type 10. She could only wonder about his fertility... But for now, the birth was officially completed. She walked all the way over to the little baby boy; he was the perfect picture of newborn health... despite his small body size.   "He's such a beautiful little baby boy, Miss la'Cii! This is the best shape I could ever ask for a preemie!"   "Ah... Th- thank you... Thank you so much, doctor! I wish I could see his face..."   In the moment, Azealias felt terribly sorry for the mother. She hadn't even seen what her baby looks like yet. And that massive, cum-inflated belly certainly wasn't helping.   "I wish I could see your face, too... I wanna see your face while you get fucked by my baby boy..."   Azealias' legs buckled. Her cunt was soaking wet. Fluids dripped down her inner legs. She started breathing harder. The wet stink of newborn sex flooded her senses.   Fifteen minutes old. Squirt. Drool. Massive cock. Musky sack. Squirt. Delivered him sixteen minutes ago. Squirt.   "I, ah... I'm gonna... I'm gonna try and get him in now."   Her mind was hazy with a heavy lust, along with the thick stench of semen and boystink. Just thinking about how old he was was enough to make her squirt all over that pulsing, veiny giga-fuckrod with every step she took towards his cockend. Every squirt never felt like any real sort of release; instead, it seemed like it only built up the pressure boiling inside her. Now she had reached the end of his cock. The scene looked a little funny: a gigantic, pre-squirting glans settled near momma's six-foot-gaped, utterly destroyed pussy.   Azealias moaned lightly as she positioned herself. Her ass up, she spread her dripping wet cunt as wide as she could.   "Miss la'Cii?" she whimpered. "I'm a virgin."   "Huh?... Hm... Sucks that I can't get a photo for the scrapbook. Baby's first cherry pop!"   "Eheheheh..."   Azealias braced herself. She closed her eyes and pressed down.   *shhhblrrrrrk!*   Wet, sloppy sliding sounds and light grunts were the only audible sounds in the large room. Azealias gently slid herself down that giant fuckstick, squirting all the while, feeling the leaning tower of babycock beginning to pulse.   "Nnngh!"   Her hymen broke. Any pain was soon overshadowed by a wave of pleasure as that 18-minute-old fuckrod. She felt his glans flare up and throb, forcing its way past her cervix and into her virgin womb.   "AAH!... Ah... Nmm, fuck..."   The next several minutes were nothing but raw, babyfucking debauchery. Azealias pressed her cunt further down on that cock. She felt him press her ribcage, felt their heartbeats pulsing together. She inched down that rod, her clit aching to be rubbed, her womb desperately needing filled. He was back to a full six feet of thickness, his babycannon growing in length inside her. It was almost like a game of tug-of-war; the more Azealias pressed down, the more that babycannon grew. Then, after about three minutes of it, she ran out of cock. She was taking him to the six-foot-thick, one-hundred-and-twenty foot hilt. There wasn't a whole lot either could do, other than sit and relax.   "Fffuck," she cried out. "I'm... I..."   "WHHH! WAAAAAaaaaahh!"   Azealias' eyes widened. As the baby boy cried, she felt something burst inside her. No... It was flooding her. Inflating her. She drooled, her tongue dangling out like a toothless dog as she looked up. Her deep-violet-over-white belly was being filled with fresh zylep semen. And it was all from one single, womb-clogging shot. Azealias moaned, her eyes rolling up as she felt the tsunami of babycream blowing her womb up to tremendous proportions, filling up an entire half of the SBR.   "Mmmmm, fuuuuuuck- MMMmmmmmmmmph!"   She felt the grip of tiny hands against her thick ass, and just like that, the baby boy began pushing. It was more instinct than anything, but that didn't matter.   "I... I'M GETTING FUCKED! I'M GETTING MY PUSSY FUCKED BY A BABY! I'M GETTING MY PUSSY FUCKED BY A BABY I HELPED DELIVER HALF AN HOUR AGO!!!"   She would have heard Miss la'Cii giggle at her outburst, but she didn't care. All that mattered right now was having her womb blown up with hot cum from a little baby boy. She was blimping out, her gargantuan belly pressing against Miss la'Cii's own semen-filled abdomen.   "MORE!" Azealias demanded. "I NEED MOOOORE!"   She squirted all over the pristine, padded floor. Her G-spot was being reamed almost violently as the baby boy plunged inside her like a pro. Azealias screamed in pure joy and burning pleasure as one more, massive thrust painted her womb with a fresh torrent of hot babycum.   "FUCK ME! FUCK MEEEEEE!"   "WAAAAAAH! Wh- whaaaaaaaahhah!"   And just like that, the thirty-three-minute-old baby boy's explosive orgasm ended.   "F- fuck me... Fuck... Fuuuuuuck..."   "Ya want me to call the nurse?" Miss la'Cii asked. Azealias couldn't do much of anything, still impaled on that babytower, lukewarm semen pooling from her cunt and onto the floor.   "Y- yeah... We're gonna need some help here..."   --Fourty-eight minutes later--   "Thank you so much for everything, Doctor Azealias."   "The pleasure was all mine, ma'am."   The two sat with blimped bellies, filled with zylep spunk, the warmth having finally faded. They watched the baby boy sleeping on his own, his colossal junk hammerspaced in a pair of brand-name undies.   "So, uh... You gonna keep the kids, doc?"   "Oh, of course I will."   "Same.... I'm so proud. His father was a level one, but... I miss him."   "Oh no... I'm sorry for your loss."   "Oh, he's not dead or anything, we're just... Apart."   "Well, I'm certain he'd be very proud of you and your boy."   Azealias sat back, content.   "Oh, I almost forgot! What're you gonna name him?"   "Uh... I haven't thought too much on that. I was thinking Noah."   "Ehh, Noah's kinda average. You need something cool and outlandish for a cute, producive boy like him."   "Ooh? Well, how about... Hm... Atrahasus. Yeah, yeah. I like that. Has a ring to it."   Azealias pulled her shirt down over her overfilled belly and got up to leave, mindful of her new equilibrium.   "I hope you two have very long, happy lives, N'Qua."   "Thank you."