"...okay, Vi... you can do this... R-Rk..."

The belly on her front sloshed and trembled with the violent churning of its contents. The adorable Ghostly mother was barely 4 feet high, but her belly would have dragged an elephant to her knees...

...or a whale.

Her breath came in shaky, unsure spurts. She lifted her arms softly and swayed her hips to study herself in the mirror; adorned with a glitzy stripper outfit that dared to stretch fishnet over her expansive tummy. It was already torn in more than one place, but as long as it mostly held, she had support... and she would need it more than anything...

"Almost time, sugar." came a knock on the door-frame of the impromptu dressing room. A robotic fox was silhouetted by the bright lights behind her, but even so, the Ghost could hear the smirk in her voice...

"You aren't... nhh, kidding..."

"You wanted to make today special. He made his request VERY clear... Do you have the costume on properly?"

While the get-up was skimpy to the extreme, it did seemingly have the odd addition of thin plastic pads on the knees and belly, though... it wasn't for protection against impact. Each pad hummed softly with energy...

"Yes, doctor..."

"Good. Let's try to get at least three out today, and if more of them are adults... All the better!"

She turned and sauntered off after that, hips a-sway... The Ghost whimpered softly, and her stomach responded with an odious, strained gurgling...

The arena was packed to the gills... Every seat was full, and the VIP balconies were given to family. To the Ghost, their squirming silhouettes were faceless, but their voices were all too clear. As soon as she was lowered whilst clinging to the pole she'd been directed to, the applause was deafening...

She was suspended, seemingly with no platform, over an immense pool of clear water. It rippled below her, as if in anticipation of what was to come...

"Papas, Mamas, and everything in between and without... Welcome to an event that happens but once a year... Our glorious father celebrates his own portentous entrance into this world...~"

Q's voice thundered throughout the arena. The joyful mirth was apparent in it, (as was the playful sarcasm inflicted in each word of praise). The crowd roared loud enough to drown her briefly again, and it took some time for their cheering and chanting to die down...

"Our wonderful mother, his beloved wife, is going to give him precisely what he wishes for a gift..."

The arena fell to hushed silence. Every eye was pointed upwards, the spotlight illuminating the immense, pregnant orb of the Ghost's middle. Q let the moment stretch; let every voice fall hushed... She built the tension until its inevitable peak...

"And papa... Wants... A SHOW!"

The booming roar returned, and the crowd began to clap and stomp once more. Doubtless, a population boom was coming for how excited they were all becoming... But the Ghost couldn't focus on any of that. She squeezed her eyes shut and lowered her leg to position it carefully... And then... 

She pushed her puss against the pole and spun, with more grace than could ever be expected from an expectant female. The roar turned to lewd shouts and hollering, but the performer above now put her all of her attention into ensuring her 'routine' was done with care...

She whirled about the pole, lifting her legs to flash her bare underside at the crowd. She could hear the hovering camera-drones all around her, taking in sharp details that would otherwise be missed... 
Her opening bulged and dripped a constant stream of fluid... Her pitiably strained water had broken long ago: That was a private show for papa earlier in the day. Now the contractions were built to devastating power that would have crushed a living creature's bones...

But mama was no living creature. She was, however, a very obedient pet...

She 'landed' at the base of the pole. The pads on her knees hummed and covered her lower body in a subtle aura of energy. She looked as if she was stood on a solid surface, despite being suspended in mid-air, with nothing but the pole to cling to otherwise...

She used it to her advantage, swinging her hips and then sticking them out far. She gave the whole crowd a view, but focused of flashing the grand balcony that she knew contained her spouse... The one who had put her in this situation...!

Now the performance anxiety was easing off, the routine was starting to flow... and that meant the poor ghostly mother felt the contractions all the more acutely. As she hooked a leg around the pole again to lean back, it visibly lurched, drawing a gasp of excitement from the crowd.

No stopping this now... The spotlights tracked her swaying movements perfectly, and each time her belly looked ready to collapse on itself, the crowd squealed in anticipation once more. Finally, the Ghost swung and gripped the pole tightly, and squatted as low as she could...

As her body shook with the effort, she pushed... And pushed... And PUSHED! The muscles could have crushed a diamond, given the right motivation. Yet they were using their strength tenderly... Gently moving the baby along plush walls, kissing them every step of the way... at mama's expense, of course...

She couldn't hold her scream anymore. She arched and howled the first laboured howl of the night. It was only barely drowned out by the crowd's reaction. Their applause and excitement drowned out everything but the strained look on her face, and the sharp bulge of her puss...

It spread impossibly wide... Gravity would only get her so far when she was attempting to shove a bowling ball through a condom without breaking it. She REALLY didn't want to break again...!

The crowd formed an eager chant... 'Push... push... push... push...!' The rhythmic demand almost seemed to command her body's muscles to clench... She built a slow, agonizing squeeze, the crowd's shouting getting louder...

Push... PUSH!

PUSH

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

With a horrid stretch, the noise of which could be heard even over the crowd, the first whale calf forced her body open... Eventually, enough of it slipped from her nethers that it could kick its powerful tail and leave one last bruise on mama's insides, before idly splashing down below and swimming in the pool for all to see...

The crowd's cheering mixed with the ringing that clattered in the Ghost's head. She had fallen to all fours, but thankfully the pads on her shins and belly kept her from falling into the water below... not that it would have changed anything. Strip tease or water birth, papa had made his demands...

So mama pushed herself back to a stand, no matter how her legs shook, and wrapped them back around the pole. The reaction it got was immediate, and by now, expected... 

They wanted more... They always wanted more... And her belly didn't feel any smaller, even after such a huge baby...

The routine continued... She thrust against the pole as bet she could with a belly this big in front of her... She smacked her backside and lifted her leg until her ankle was next to her head, so the cameras could get a proper shot of her gaped puss. Her expression was sultry, and only barely masked the pain behind it...

The next whale calf was already in place. The Ghost shuddered as she heard her stomach groan and gurgle once more, and then...

SHOVE!!!

The Ghost screamed and had to cling to the pole as the impatient baby shoved at her hips. The straining sound their bones made reminded one of ominously creaking wood, just about to snap under the strain. She whined and kicked her legs a bit before she shoved her back, and fat backside, against the pole and snapped her legs wide to either side...

The chant started again... Soft and slow to begin, but it rapidly picked up speed as the crowd realized that the calf was trying to work its own way out... It wriggled hard and shoved its head repeatedly against the opening that its sibling had already stretched, forcing it to spread open repeatedly. It was like mama was being fucked from the inside out, with one of the biggest dicks she'd ever taken...

Given the Ghost's track record of taking things, it was impressive enough to draw a soft chuckle even from the robotic doctor still watching from her own announcer’s balcony...

Mama arched her back and screeched again. The whale's powerful tail smacked at her insides repeatedly, stirring up her other children and forcing her flesh wide before it was ready. It strained horribly, and the Ghost's confused muscles gave weak, directionless pushes... But it didn't matter...!

Soon, the crowd was watching the immense creature worm its way out of its 'cocoon'. This calf was much larger, so it was nearly a blessing that it was taking such initiative. The only thing worse would have been a full grown adult... 

Mama shoved, and strained. She squealed as her hips bent unnaturally wide, and the whale practically GUSHED from her body. It slipped down into the water and shook itself clean of any afterbirth before joining its sibling in idly stretching muscles that were cramped far too long...

The Ghost was once again sat at the base of the pole, eyes swirling and body throbbing. She shuddered as each heaved gasp reminded her that her contractions were still going all too strong...

'...I want at least 3... Give me 3, mama...'

She couldn't disappoint... Even if her legs were shaking and her head was spinning, she had to force herself to a stand once more, and lean her pregnant middle heavily against the pole to lift her leg and show off the aftermath of her baby birthing itself... The almost violent gape was a blessing in disguise, as it made subsequent pushing far less arduous. She'd been loosened, as if she'd just spent a night with the Earth Element...

"...Hnnnnnggg..."

Something was wrong, however... As she started swaying her hips and flashing the crowd again, her stomach groaned like a tanker ship run aground. She focused on making her belly and butt shake for her audience, but the warning signs in the back of her mind were undeniable... She grit her teeth and only just managed to hook a leg around the pole to brace herself, before...

STRETCH!

Her strain-mark covered middle was forced to grow even larger. It already dwarfed her by nearly two times her size, and now it swelled bigger and bigger before the crowd's eyes. They gasped at the sheer volume it gained; big enough that even the anti-grav pad on her belly button was shaking and feeling a little too warm...

"...Well, my dears... As we had all hoped, we're getting something special tonight...! This is one of the biggest things mother has ever pushed... Are you ready to see her birth an ENTIRE ADULT WHALE!?"

The gathered fans screamed their excitement, nearly begging for it...

The Ghost trembled… But there was no route but through... And if she delayed, or whined about it... If she embarrassed papa in front of everyone... Then he would be demanding far more than just 3 whales...

So instead, she swayed her hips subtly from her clinging perch on the pole. The applause began again as she lifted her leg and gripped her thigh to keep it wide...

LURCH!
She screeched, and her belly visibly deformed as it dropped heavily. The poor Ghost was locked in her pose, her other muscles refusing to respond as all power and focus was put on forcing a baby through with those iron-clad hips. She squeezed her eyes shut and no longer had any spare thought left to put on a cute face; now the cameras picked up the sheer agony pained on her expression as she did as her husband desired... She pushed... She whimpered and begged to no-one for it to be over already... She howled when something vital got painfully jostled around inside her by the thrashing in her passage...

She BIRTHED. It was all that her family expected of her... And moreover...

'...Don't give me that look... You know it turns you on just as hard...'

The sharp squeal she gave next was tinged with lewd arousal. She couldn't keep it from infecting her cries any more with embarrassing admissions; she was adoring this. It wasn't all birthing fluid dripping from her sopping pussy, though it was a minor miracle in and of itself that she could feel anything...

THUMP!

Something fell out of her suddenly, and began to jerk her body back and forth. If she wasn't clung to the pole, she might have even been flung across the arena...

"Ahaa, that's a tail, and not a head... Luckily, with our wonderful mother, it doesn't matter! ...to the baby. I bet having a tail thrash in your cootch feels terrible!"

There were scattered chuckles, but most reacted to the sight with an echo of the lewd moan the tiny Ghostly mother had given. She bucked her hips and watched the tail below her writhe as if it was her own, attached to her lower body and trying to break itself free...

She pushed... Her godly muscles clenched harder than should have been possible. At this scale, every deformity and contraction of her heaving tummy could be seen. It would be a wonderful aid for any students who could keep their paws out of their shorts long enough while studying it...

She screamed as the tail worked its way out of her bit by bit, inch by hard-fought inch... The whale made progress mostly due to its own motions, but if it weren't for mama's pushes, it would have been stuck within her velvety womb regardless.

But she put all her effort into straining against what was within her. Her hips were broken by now for sure, her flesh was torn in more than one place, but she would be forced to wear the scars with pride…

That cheering began again... A repeated, eager, synchronized demand that the crowd fell into unanimously... Everyone there, from the splash zone to the balconies, was screaming the same word again and again. Even Q's voice came excitedly over the intercom...

"Push... PUSH!"

PUSH, MAMA!!!

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

ker-SPLASH!!!

The Whale landed in the water and swam in a circle around its younger, (yet paradoxically first-born), siblings. The Ghost above deflated as it fell from her, mostly under its own power. She returned to an excess of baby fat on her tummy and hips... Her blimp belly had been emptied, for a time at least...

"A wonderful show. A worthy show for our papa! If you still have your voice after all that noise, cheer for the Great Mother...!"

The volume of those adoring howls hadn't reduced at all since the show began. Mama could barely hear it, laid there on thin air and wheezing her breaths, until the pads seemed to activate and 'carry' her back up into the dark rafters. She was floated into a hallway, picked up by Q, and carried to the balcony seating...

"You did well, sweetheart. Try to relax, at least a bit... if you can..."

'If you can', she said... As if labouring three whales wasn't enough to knock anyone out. She planned to be set somewhere comfortable and sleep for days...

Instead, she was dropped suddenly on a lap. A familiar spire of flesh thumped against her belly, and a furry arm wrapped lightly around her, careful of squeezing her sore midsection...

"...Good girl. Now, we replace it..."

The spectral mama shuddered... But she weakly let her thighs fall open... The Fox drew his claws along his member, and then directed it up into her stretched cunny...

As the crowd slowly filtered through the arena exits, more than one swore they could still hear echoes of mama's lewd moaning, ringing through the arena...