Birth in the Subway

The train roared through the tunnel with a low, rumbling sound, as if providing the soundtrack to the storm raging inside Seon-Woo's body.  

Sweat poured from his temples, soaking the nape of his neck and seeping into the crumpled collar of his shirt. His breaths came in short, frantic gasps—like someone struggling for air in the middle of a relentless, churning ocean.  

His body twisted, writhing from within.  

His stomach tightened again. The waves of contractions came at shorter intervals now, growing more brutal. It felt as though his insides were being squeezed by a giant hand, leaving him powerless to do anything but stand still and stifle his screams.  

Another powerful urge surged through him—stronger than before. His knees nearly buckled. He gripped the handrail with all his strength, his knuckles turning white. His jaw clenched, trapping the desperate groan threatening to escape his lips.  

There was an immense pressure descending… pushing… forcing its way out.  

And he knew with absolute certainty—the baby’s head was already at the very edge. He could feel it, round and heavy, pressing from the inside. The burning, agonizing fullness made him shudder. His anal opening, once hidden beneath neat clothes and self-control, now felt like the sole focus of the entire world.  

"Close… tight… don’t let it out… not yet… not now…"

He shifted his thighs slightly, trying to resist the urge with his posture. But his body was no longer under his command.  

One more centimeter… and the baby’s head would break through.  

His eyes welled up. A new dampness spread between his thighs—no longer amniotic fluid. It was… the pressure of the head nearly crowning.  

His back stiffened, then arched slightly forward. His stomach hardened completely, as though his muscles were squeezing the baby out despite his mind screaming to hold it in.  

"No… not now… please…"

The people around him remained oblivious. A teenager chuckled at his phone. An elderly man dozed on a seat. A young woman was lost in her earphones. The world moved on… while Seon-Woo was on the verge of giving birth right in the middle of it.  

And then—  

The next contraction came mercilessly.  

He hunched over, his entire body trembling. This time, he couldn’t stop it. His muscles tightened on their own. His opening stretched slightly… and he could feel the very tip of the baby’s head beginning to emerge.  

Open. Real. Inevitable.  

Tears streamed down his face. His breath hitched. His heart pounded wildly, and all his hopes of delivering in a safe place began to crumble.  

Only three more stations. But he knew—his baby wouldn’t wait that long.  

His body could no longer endure it. The urges came too fast, too strong. Seon-Woo had lost control after the last contraction—when he truly felt the baby’s head begin to emerge from his body, forcing his anal opening to stretch in excruciating pain.  

He surrendered.  

Not out of weakness. But because his body had made the decision for him: it was time to give birth. Now. Here.  

The train began to slow as it approached the third station. Seon-Woo lifted his head, his vision blurry, and for the first time—he felt relief. At this stop, most passengers stood, filing out, leaving the corner of the carriage where he stood alone.  

A chance.  

Without thinking, he dragged himself to an empty seat. His breaths were ragged, his hands shaking. His face burned with pain and humiliation warring inside his chest.  

But the pain was greater than anything. Greater than fear. Greater than shame.  

With frantic movements, Seon-Woo undid the buttons of his work pants. Trembling hands yanked them down roughly, pooling at his ankles. His long coat was tossed aside. His partially unbuttoned shirt exposed his taut, swollen belly under the cold carriage lights. 

His eyes were wet. His body shook. But he knew this was the only way.  

A few remaining passengers turned, startled. Some stood, some covered their mouths, some began to shout. But Seon-Woo didn’t care. He was too deep in the storm of pain to think of anything beyond his own body.  

The baby’s head was halfway out now.  

He leaned back, spread his thighs, and held his breath. The next contraction hit like a tidal wave. He bit into his sleeve, his body arching, and—  

"AARRGH—!"

His first scream finally tore free.  

A searing heat radiated from his lower body, as though he were being split open inch by inch. He could feel the baby’s head descending further, widening, becoming more real. His skin stretched, his muscles resisting and yielding at once.  

All attention was on him now. But for him, the world narrowed to one thing: his baby.  

His child. Being born. On a train. Now.  

The once-quiet carriage buzzed with hurried footsteps, choked breaths, and panicked whispers. The remaining passengers began to crowd around Seon-Woo—some curious, some concerned, some frozen in pale-faced shock.  

Seon-Woo didn’t notice them. He only gritted his teeth, fighting back another scream as another massive urge surged through him. His hands clawed at the seat edges, his body curling forward violently.  

And that was when… all eyes widened in horror.  

The baby’s head was emerging—large. Too large. Unlike any newborn’s head.  

Wide. Round. Bulging from Seon-Woo’s anal opening, forcing his muscles to stretch far beyond natural limits. The skin around it strained, stretched to a pale sheen, as though refusing to yield yet having no choice.  

"Oh God…" a young woman whispered, voice strangled.  

"That… the size of its head… it’s too big…" muttered a middle-aged man standing closest.  

"It’s impossible… there’s no way that’s coming out normally…" another voice murmured.

A mother shielded her child’s eyes, pulling them away. Some teenagers began recording on their phones, hands trembling. A few passengers stepped closer, but none dared touch Seon-Woo.  

Because the sight was—too horrifying yet mesmerizing.  

His anal opening—meant to stay tightly closed—now gaped obscenely wide, stretched like a ring of impossible tension, welcoming a head that hadn’t fully emerged. His skin stretched to an extreme, veins bulging along his thighs and stomach. His body shook violently, breaths coming in ragged bursts.  

"A-ARGHH!!"

His scream echoed through the carriage. He couldn’t hold back anymore. The head still hadn’t fully emerged, as if stuck mid-way. The baby pushed, pressed, forcing his body to open even wider.  

Tears streaked Seon-Woo’s face—not just from pain, but from terror. He felt like his body would tear apart. But he couldn’t stop now.  

He had to give birth.  

Here. In front of everyone. No matter how big the baby’s head was.  

Someone shouted, "Help! Is there a medic?!"but no one answered.  

And the baby… still fought its way out.