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fleshkink · 7 months ago

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A king should labor effortlessly pt. 5

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The audience continued after the small altercation. The people changed, but the king remained. He had found the pressure inside his birth canal to be increasing and it was getting more and more uncomfortable to sit down. A servant had picked up the dildo that had fallen from inside him.

He could hardly pay any mind to the citizens speaking as worry and fear were fighting over his mind. His babies were about to come. He could feel them squirming lower and lower into his birth canal with every contraction even if he wasn’t pushing. His hands were constantly rubbing his belly and his weight was shifting from one buttock to the other as the pressure built.

Back spasming he welcomed the last citizens of the day into the hall. They were noble elves, some of whom Aldoran could even call his friends. As he greeted them, he swallowed down a gasp of pain as his muscles contracted again and the pressure in his backside grew.

”Ah, still pregnant as ever, my king,” an elf remarked as he bowed politely. Through gritted teeth, Aldoran chuckled and nodded.

”Pregnant as ever, but hopefully not for long now, as I should be birthing any moment now,” the king responded, smiling as he forced his legs to carry his full weight again as the pressure in his back became too much to sit.

”We had heard you were nearing the end of your journey and wanted to see for ourselves, your grace,” his friend chimed in and watched with keen eyes as Aldoran, rather ungracefully, stepped down the steps from his chair. He waddled with his legs open wide, knees bent, and one hand supporting his back while the other held the bottom of his gigantic belly.

Aldoran hissed at the painful contraction and stopped midway through the steps as he gave a small push.

”Ouhhhhh…” he moaned as pressure built in his lower back and the next step he tried to take down the stairs was even more difficult. It felt like there was a boulder inside his hips and he had to walk with his ass pushed out and legs opened wide to make it down.

”We can see that you are indeed nearing the end”, one spoke, but the king couldn’t decipher which one as he was too focused on the pain in his hips as he walked down.

Aldoran groaned and stopped in his tracks to rub his lower back as the pressure only kept on increasing. His hips were too full, they almost felt like he could hardly move his legs anymore. He was out of breath and despite his hands rubbing his lower back at all times, the discomfort wasn’t easing. He huffed and took another step down, but his knees bent as the pressure in his backside was starting to become unbearable and he shouted out a moan.

The highborn elves were eyeing him with mild worry, although some of them looked more annoyed than concerned. They glanced at each other and spoke in hushed voices: ”It is clear this is the king’s first pregnancy… he has no grace at all bearing this child.”

”Agh! Ah ahhh…” Aldoran moaned as the pressure increased. The contraction still forced his body to push and as he did so, he fell into a deep squat.

”AGHH!” the king screamed once more through gritted teeth. His hands moved to his backside, feeling between his cheeks through his robe. He could feel a large bulge right around his entrance, with the whole area from his anus to his balls being swollen and pushed out. He could not have closed his legs even if he wanted to. ”Oh gods it’s coming,” Aldoran moaned through gritted teeth.

As he stopped pushing, the horrible pressure in his hips eased again. ”If you’ll excuse me, I think I must retire to my chambers now…” the king spoke with a strained voice, his hand moving to hold the railing of the stairs to hoist himself up again.

”Of course, my king,” they responded but before they stepped outside the doors to the great hall, they turned to look to see the king waddle with his legs open and ass pushed out with both of his hands clutching his heaving belly.

He did retire to his chambers, although the walk there took him great effort and a long time. The soldiers guarding the halls did not comment on the way he would moan and shout whenever a contraction forced his body to push. He could feel fluid trickle out of his hole with each push. His cock was hard as ever underneath his robes and his chest was aching with every step he took.

Once he made it to his chambers, he locked the door behind him and immediately cast his robes to the floor. He moaned as his hands rubbed into the bare skin of his gigantic belly, and as he waddled in front of the tall mirror close to his dresser, his mouth fell open; his belly was tighter than ever, but the bulk of its mass was so low over his hips now, that the top looked almost empty. More than ever the wild and bulging shape of his baby bump made him resemble a stuffed turkey as the mass of the babe was gathered at the bottom.

Aldoran hissed as he turned and bent over ever so slightly to catch a glimpse at his backside.

”Oh my heavens…” he gasped at the sight of it. His whole perineum was swollen with a huge lump sitting right behind his entrance. His hole felt still loose from the stretching but didn’t yet reveal anything.

As he was observing his body in the mirror, another contraction seized his middle.

”Agh! Hmmmm,” Aldoran moaned. Looking down, he saw his belly change shape as the muscles worked to push the baby lower. He tried to keep from pushing as he slowly lowered to his knees and then braced his hands against the floor as well.

Now on his hands and knees with his bottom facing the mirror he pushed. He bore down harder than he had ever before, so much so that he felt the mass in his crotch almost surge outwards. He looked into the mirror to see the obscene-looking swell grow ever larger and finally, his hole started to open. It was a slight change, but the king saw it. He moaned and one hand flew to his backside, effortlessly dipped a finger into his hole, and felt it. Tears sprung to his eyes as he felt the mass of his child inside his passage with his finger. Then he was forced to push again and he felt the babe move towards his touch.

”Hnnng! Yes, baby… just like that. Come on out!” He spoke through gritted teeth as he pushed. His finger started to move around his rim in a circular motion, opening the hole for the baby to come.

He labored in front of the mirror until his knees screamed in pain from being on the ground for so long. Whenever a contraction wasn’t squeezing his middle and he was relaxed, his belly would almost touch the floor when it hung from him. The pull of it strained his back and he was constantly moving his hips to relieve the pain.

He had started to get desperate, it felt like what little progress he had made, had stopped. No matter how he pushed, his hole didn’t open up any larger, and when the huge mass of the head of the baby pushed his perineum outwards, it receded backward every time the king stopped pushing.

Face wet with both tears and sweat, Aldoran crawled to his bed so he could use the mattress to support him in getting up. Arms braced on the bed he rose to a squat, legs opened wide by the huge belly between them. When he touched his backside, it felt like the boulder inside his anus was even larger. Aldoran swayed his hips until another contraction had him bearing down.

He was tired and desperate, so along with push, he screamed. His ass bulged out and his hips felt fuller, but still, his hole didn’t open.

There was a knock on the door to his chambers.

”Yes?”

”It’s a healer, my king. The door is locked.”

Aldoran cursed under his breath and pushed himself standing despite the contraction gripping his belly.

”Ah… ah… ah…” he moaned as he waddled slowly to the door and unlocked it.

The healer didn’t bat an eye at the fully nude king and helped him back towards the bed. He instructed Aldoran to bend over so he could assess the situation and Aldoran did as he was bid.

”Hmm it seems you are birthing a rather large baby indeed. It might very well be that there is only the one inside you…” the healer mused as he touched Aldoran’s puffy rim with a finger, and then cupped his entire bulging crotch in his hand.

”AHHHH!” Aldoran screamed at the feeling, his cock twitching against his belly.

”Is it too big to come out?” Aldoran asked with desperation in his voice.

”No no, of course not. We just need to stretch your opening a bit more.”

He took out a satchel that sounded like it contained metal, by the clinking it made when moved. From inside the healer took out a circular object. It was sort of a ring, with a curved, soft edge and a screw protruding towards the inside of the ring.

”I think this one will be a good size…,” the healer mused and without a warning inserted the ring at the king’s opening. He used his fingers to stretch the rim around the object so that its curved edges wrapped around the rim from both inside and outside, securing it firmly in place.

”Ahhh no… it feels wrong,” Aldoran moaned at the feeling of his ass being stretched so open yet having nothing inside save his baby. ”Too open…”

”My dear king, it will be even more open.”

With that, the healer turned the screw on the object and Aldoran felt it grow larger, stretching his anus even wider.

”Ghhh!” He grunted and flinched away.

”You’ll just need to turn the screw on the machine a couple times per hour and we should have this child out of you in no time!”

The healer left with that chirpy phrase and Aldoran was left panting alone bent over the edge of the bed, his heaving belly hanging low towards the floor and his ass stretched open by a metal ring.

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fleshkink · 7 months ago

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Imagine: Multiples

You and your husband tried to get pregnant for a while. Things weren't going fast enough for your liking, so perhaps you bought some fertility drugs you found online. Even when you got your positive pregnancy test, you and your partner had no idea what you were in for.

Imagine your tummy swelling at an alarming rate. You can barely keep anything down in the first trimester. Every time you move makes you dizzy, every day your belly grows and stretches a bit bigger than before. Imagine your doctor confirming, shocked, that you're carrying….four? No…six embryos. All growing into six healthy babies inside you.

Imagine needing to rest between even minor tasks as your body balloons before your very eyes. Your belly stretching to its limit, your joints aching and swollen. You take a lot of naps, trying to conserve what energy you can as you grow your brood. Your breasts, once a modest size, now seem to make every top or dress look ridiculous with their sheer volume. Your partner can’t keep his hands off you, though you can barely muster the energy to do anything but bend over and lean on something soft while he takes you from behind. Your enormous belly hangs low, causing your back to ache, but you’re too overwhelmed with lustful pregnancy hormones to mind too much. You just need your partner inside you as long and as often as possible.

By your third trimester you're so big and heavy you can barely move. You often need your husband to help you get up and let you lean on him to get around the house. He becomes more and more hesitant to leave you alone each day as your due date looms nearer, but you wave him off as he leaves for work everyday.

Imagine him pulling out of the driveway one day when you’re 37 weeks pregnant with sextuplets, leaving for work like any other day. You can feel something is off, but you decide to bounce on your birthing ball and put on some music to relax. Your body is expansive and heavy, full of life. Each bounce makes your tummy and breasts jiggle. You put on a movie but can’t seem to distract yourself from the discomfort and rhythmic pressure in your back. Hours pass like this, Braxton-hicks and other pains twisting through your belly and back. You try in vain to get comfortable while your enormous body aches and cramps. Eventually, you give in and waddle to your bathroom, past your big soaking tub and cabinet of towels, to the shower. You can barely fit inside the glass shower stall, but you eventually manage. You let the hot water run over your back, trying to ease the growing sense of discomfort.

Imagine the gasp of shock as your water leaks from between your legs, slow at first, but then gushing undeniably. You clutch your belly, your knees parted, feeling with certainty now that you were in labor last night and this morning. With one hand on your back and the other holding up your contracting belly, you groan and crouch in pain, feeling your cervix dilating and your hips widening in preparation for birth.

Feel how much lower your belly is sitting, fluid still leaking from between your legs. As soon as the contraction subsides, you turn off the shower and waddle to your bathtub, a huge corner tub with jets for your ultimate relaxation. You got it with the intention of one day giving birth in it.

You wrap yourself in a towel, contractions becoming closer together now that your water has broken. You pant as you start running water in the tub, thankful your partner cleaned the bathroom the other day for you. Breathe, breathe. Feel the way your first baby is already sinking deep into your pelvis. When the contraction ends you hurry to grab some more towels and other supplies. Satisfied, and feeling a sense of urgency, you lower yourself into the warm tub. Your breasts, belly, and the tops of your knees are all that protrude above the water. Your legs are spread wide in an effort to relieve some of the pressure building in your pelvis; feel the baby already making its descent into your birth canal. Breathe, pant, slow down. You aren’t ready yet, you haven’t been in labor nearly long enough.

You let the contractions wash over you, breathing through the pain so that you don’t exhaust yourself. You set up your phone on one of the tub’s wide edges, positioning it so that as much of you is in view as possible. Your husband will want to watch how you gave birth for him later.

Imagine how big you’ll feel, floating in your tub, pregnant beyond imagination, the pressure in your hips indescribable as your uterus contracts. Breathe, feel your body start to push. You can’t fight it anymore, just spread your legs and feel the baby’s head open you up. Throw your head back and cry out as your enormous body pushes your first child out in the bath. The warm water provides only a little relief; you watch in your phone’s camera as your baby crowns, a round red bulge between your thighs. You gasp for air, the ring of fire burning, and hope you were completely dilated before your body started pushing. Your labor seemed to progress so fast. You look up at the phone camera and watch in wonder at what your body can do, breathing the rest of the baby’s head out. See how big you are, how wide your hips have become to pass your child through them.

You grab the backs of your knees, urged on by the sight of your baby’s head between your legs, and push. Breathe, feel the chunky shoulders squeeze through you, breathe and push the thick body out. Your legs tremble with effort, and your groan animalistically as your first baby shoots out of you underwater in a last big push. Catching your breath, you grab the baby and hold his squirming body to your chest.

You wonder if you should call your husband or midwife, as you wash off your newborn’s face with bathwater. You can already feel there won't be time, as you're panting at the pressure building in between your hips again. You rock in time with your breathing, trying to soothe the fussing baby in your arms as you prepare to push out another. You allow your first child to nurse, the suckling on your tender nipples causing your contractions to intensify, your uterus clamping down on your brood. You watch yourself in the camera, your face red and sweaty, your swollen body half submerged in the bath, one child nursing as the next bulges just behind your lips.

Breathe, try to relax…you groan at the unstoppable urge to push, pulling back your legs and letting your body do what comes naturally. You stare at the enormous bulge forming between your legs again, tears stinging in the corner of your eyes as the ring of fire burns and your second baby's massive head crowns. The contraction ends and you whimper in pain at the huge head lodged in your birth canal. It slides back a bit, but can still be seen behind the engorged red lips of your vagina. Breathing laboriously, you watch your heavy belly rise and fall, your tender opening stretching painfully in preparation for what's to come.

Bring your legs back…it's difficult while nursing one baby and still pregnant with several others. The bath helps keep some of the weight off your back, saving you some of the strength you need to bring all this life into the world. Spread your legs, feel the next contraction building. Take a deep breath and push! The baby's head is spreading you open, your pelvis just barely holding it together as you birth your heavy second child. The delicate flesh of your opening clings tightly to the big head, and you struggle to push it all the way out, squirming and moaning. The contraction ebbs, and you dizzily try to catch your breath. This baby is huge.

You wait a few minutes for another contraction, your body straining around the baby lodged in your pelvis. Sighing, frustrated but grateful for the reprieve, you slowly get to your knees (as smoothly as you can manage with a baby bulging out of you) and finish cleaning up your first child. You cut the cord and swaddle him, placing him safely in a warm towel beside the tub.

The pressure on your tummy from leaning over the edge of the tub, along with the help of gravity, helps your child shift into a more comfortable position to be born. You squat and angle yourself towards the camera, crying out as you start to push again. You feel the big head sliding out between your hips, inch by inch into the warm water. The pressure is unbearable; you gasp and weep as your delicate opening is once again stretched to the limit. Using the phone camera as your guide, you lean back and angle yourself to see how far you have to go. The head is fully crowned, bulging out of you farther than before. You catch your breath, delirious with pain, clinging to the edge of the tub. Sink into the squat, let the motion and gravity help bring the baby down. Breathe, and puuush that baby out.

You scream in shock as the rest of the head slides out of you, hanging between your legs beneath the sweaty red orb that is your belly. You gasp for air, but your body is already pushing again before you're ready. You groan with the pushes, your hand resting soothingly on your heaving belly. Keep pushing…almost there…

With a gasp and a squeal you feel your second baby slide out of you underwater. You waste no time in cleaning him up, nursing him, and swaddling him in a towel. Feeling a lull in your contractions, you add some more warm water to the bath. You lean over the edge of the bathtub, marveling at the two tiny babies you just birthed, feeling more still swirling and kicking in your womb. You feel so full and heavy still, though your tummy is much softer than before. You turn off the water and lie back, stroking your globular belly lovingly as you wait to give birth again.

After some minutes of watchful silence, you decide to move your babies; you can always come back when you're closer to pushing again. You heft yourself awkwardly out of the tub, squat to pick up your newborns, and slowly amble to the bedroom, where a cluster of bassinets awaits beside your king-size bed. You huff and puff as you strain to move, dripping water on the carpet but without enough free hands to grab a towel for yourself. You place your babies in their bassinet, letting them sleep while you spread some towels and old blankets on your bed, placing your water bottle and first aid kit on your night stand. You're going to be very tired when all this is over and want everything you need within reach.

As you walk back and forth between your bed and bathroom, you can feel the next baby sinking lower in your abdomen and pelvis. Every sway of your hips lets it slide deeper into position. Suddenly you gasp and clutch the doorway to the bathroom, crying out as you're seized by a contraction and unconsciously sink into a squat. Your hips feel full again, so you waddle to the tub, panting to keep it in until you can get in the water and start the camera up again. You moan, the head pressing up against your lips as you squat in the bathtub, and turn on your phone's camera again just as you feel the uncontrollable urge to push once more.

Breathe, feel the warm water ease the weight off your belly and back. Sink into the squat and push! Feel your baby inching out of your body, watch as the head spreads your opening. You pant as your body clamps down, the head spreading you wider until it hangs between your legs. Good push, just like that!

You gasp for air, watching your belly heave above the baby's head between your legs. Then you shudder, your body pushing on its own once more, as the rest of the baby slides out of you into the bath. Just as shocking as it was the last two times, you scoop up your baby, clean her off, and hold her up to your leaking breast.

You can't believe you're only half done. Exhaustion is starting to set in, your body trembling with the effort of carrying and giving birth to so many babies at once. Your husband will be home soon…hopefully he won't be too shocked.

As you carry your swaddled third child into your bedroom, another contraction seizes you. Immobilized, all you can do is grip the doorway and sink to your knees as another baby shifts into position to be born. Your body aches from tensing so much, your head swimming from breathing so hard. You clutch your sleeping child to yourself and try not to scream as another presses its way towards your birth canal.

After what seems like ages, you're able to get your bearings enough to leave your baby with the others and prepare to bear the next one. As you near the bathtub, you stumble and fall to your knees as another contraction takes over. You groan into a towel to muffle the sound of you screaming through the pain, your entire body tense and straining.

As the pain ebbs, you gasp for air and check your phone, which has just gone dark. Dammit…only 2% battery. Your charger is next to your bed, so it looks like you'll be having the rest of your babies there.

You take a deep breath and nudge yourself to your feet, swaying as your center of gravity has shifted wildly in such a short amount of time. It takes effort, what with the next baby already sliding into position to be born, but you manage to waddle back to the bedroom, plug in your phone, and position it at the end of the bed on your tripod. You hope your husband appreciates all this effort you went through to record everything.

You whimper and crouch again, bending over the side of the bed and shaking through another contraction. You moan with the pain, clambering into bed as smoothly as you can. You can feel the baby coming. Lying on your back, you cry out as your body starts to push again.

Hold your legs apart, make room for your baby. You tuck your chin to your chest, pushing with all your strength alongside painful contractions. You cry out, screwing your eyes shut as the ring of fire forms again, your baby already crowning. Breathe, breathe. You pant as the head continues sliding out of you, your body doing most of the work to expel your remaining children. With a shaky moan, your fourth baby shudders out of you in a gush of fluid and blood. Lying on your back, you feel delirious and weak, gasping for air. At the sound of crying, you push yourself upright and tend to your baby, wiping birth fluid from her face and allowing her to nurse. As she does, you're caught up in another contraction.

With barely any time to catch your breath, you're already pushing again, this fifth baby moving through you as though in a hurry. You sit up, one arm propping you up, the other cradling one of your newborns, your legs splayed awkwardly before you. You draw your knees back and push, groaning at the weight between your hips, the head sliding through you uncontrollably fast. Panting, you birth the head in one push, and the rest of the body on the next. You squeal at the sudden sensation of your baby coming out of your body so quickly. You pick him up, rubbing his back and listening for his cries. You're exhausted…but counting the babies in their bassinet and the two in your arms, there's only one left. Your husband will be home soon, you note as you look at the time. You hold a baby to each breast, trying to get your bearings while they feed. There's not much time now.

You moan again, arching your back and prying your legs apart as far as you can. The contractions are becoming unbearable, as though your womb is trying to make sure it wrings everything out. You gently set your babies aside, already panting for breath at the pressure building between your legs. You're giving birth again, the baby's coming. You scream as the familiar tear-shaped slit forms between your hips, the baby's head already starting to bulge out of you. Keep breathing, you're almost there. Trembling, you try to conserve your strength, fighting against the urge to push as you breathe your baby down into your birth canel.

Breathe, it hurts so much, but the baby's coming fast. You can't help it, you have to push. You watch as your raw opening widens, straining around the head of your last child. Leaning back, you spread your legs to give a good view to the camera, throwing your head back and crying out as your baby comes. That's it, keep pushing, you can feel the head crowning, slipping past the point of no return. You tremble and see how worn-out and swollen you look in the camera, drenched in sweat and trying not to tear. Another cry, another contraction, another big push, and suddenly the baby gushes out of you.

You look up just in time to see your husband enter the bedroom doorway and drop his keys, his mouth open in silent shock. You smile weakly and fall back onto your bed, listening to the infant cries bubbling up around you.

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fleshkink · 7 months ago

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In the middle of summer, his belly had stretched to a size unprecedented. He was nine months into his pregnancy. As most of his clothes wouldn't fit him anymore, or would leave his belly hanging out like a sore thumb, he discarded clothing completely and walked around the house nude. His tummy was heavy and fell downward, causing him to sigh and groan with every move he made.

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Bothersome beast, comforting friend

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fleshkink · 8 months ago

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The mid afternoon sunlight filters through the window of our bedroom. I keep my eyes shut as I awaken, drinking up every last second of our siesta while I can.

You wake up as I stir, and watch through sleepy half-lidded eyes as I roll over my gravid belly to lay on my back and stretch, taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly.

I kick the blankets down the bed and curiously peel my shirt back over my bump. Inside I feel the lively baby squirm and kick, roiling about as if getting more frustrated about their own inability to stretch out. You reach out and snuggle into me, placing a hand on my belly, and I meet you with a sweet kiss.

I smile and place my hands beside yours, immersing myself in feeling the life roiling inside my womb, nestled safe and warm within my belly.

The baby chills out and stills for a moment, and just then my womb tweaks obviously, startling you awake. "Oh shit, was that a contraction?" You ask.

"Noooo..? Maybe..?" I play puzzled. "Maybe it's just Braxton-hicks?"

I can't fool you and we both know it. You jump up worriedly. "How long have you been having them? Did they just start? How strong are they? That one felt pretty strong.. Are you going into labour? Or already in labour? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Okay, calm down, calm down." I reassure. "If you want an answer you have to give me a chance to respond." I sigh.

"I've been having contractions for a few hours. They're getting stronger but I don't know how close I am. I'm still fine. They hurt, like, a lot. But not bad enough that I can't nap, right?"

"Shit; we've gotta get you to the hospital!"

"Fuck no. We talked about this already, love, and you don't get to decide to change your mind. No way in hell I'm going to a hospital. I don't need some stranger tying me up and prodding me while I'm trying to have your baby; you can do that just as well yourself, can't you?" I tease.

The evening sun shines in through the window of our bedroom. A cool breeze flows through the open screen and over my bare skin, the pleasant sensation a welcome distraction from the pain.

You rub my lower back tenderly as you watch over my labour. I've long since shed my shirt and pants, rejecting the hot and restricting fabric to let the rays of sun bathe my pale skin.

I arch my back as a contraction strikes. I lean into you breathlessly, and let out a very long groan as the ache tears through my body. Halfway though I pant to catch my breath, and then groan again. The contractions are getting longer, and harder, and faster, as they begin to fall into a rhythm, the percussive march that heralds forth the birth.

"Fuck.." I pant. "Fuck, it's so much. I can't.."

You run your fingers through my long hair as you soothe me gently. "You're doing fine. You're almost through this part, and soon you'll be pushing out my baby." I smile a little. You continue teasing. "Yeah? You like the sound of that, don't you? There's only one thing you love more than being this heavy and swollen with my babies; and that's getting to birth them out."

I tremble a little, for some motley reason of anticipation, pain, excitement and exhaustion. Just as the thought crosses my mind that I'm due for another contraction, it rolls in like a slow, long tide, enveloping my senses in the intensity of the pressure and- "Ah! Ah, oh god, oh fuck..! It's coming! Th-the baby's coming!"

I pinch my eyes shut and try not to howl with the brilliant pain. You move beside me and go to feel for my dilation. To your surprise, you meet the head already eagerly descending into my birth canal, waters intact.

"You're right, love, it's time for you to give birth. Are you ready to push?"

"Nnnnoo I'm not! It's- oh god, it's- nnn.. yes! Yes, yes, I'm puuuushinng..!"

"Good boy! Come on, the contraction's still coming. Push!"

It doesn't take much convincing. The urge overtakes me and I bear down, holding my breath and channeling the pressure downwards through my abdomen.

I break and take but a second to breathe before continuing. My face scrunches and my belly tenses, all hands on deck as I toil.

I gasp for air, winded from the effort. "Breathe, breathe, love. Take your time, your body knows what to do."

I lay back and stare at the ceiling, slowing my breathing, and rest, as the contraction has subsided, taking with it the excitement and urge to push. "I hope it's not to big.. I hope it's not stuck.."

"What? I thought you liked it that way. Makes it more interesting, doesn't it?" You wink.

I want so badly to be upset with you, I want so badly not to find that funny, but try as I might to deny it I feel the humour lift some weight from my body and something like a smile tease at the corner of my mouth.

"Is it crowning yet?" I ask.

"You can feel for yourself if you want. But no, not yet. You've still got a ways to go so conserve your strength."

I nod. I lay still for a few more moments and gather my strength. Just as the contraction begins I haul myself upwards into a kneeling position.

I take a few deep breaths and lean forward. "Get ready and push, love!" I steady myself. "Push!"

As I push I feel the difference with the change of position. Gravity starts to do its share, and while it doesn't do much for opening my pelvis, I can feel the movement nonetheless.

I feel the rhythm, finally, as it starts to set in. I rock back and forth and breathe and push, losing myself in the cycle - breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push.

The head inches downwards, boring its way through my flesh. As it comes closer and closer to the sensitive opening it feels different, more. It really feels like the erupting force threatens to split me open. I barely notice that as I've pushed I've leaned forward slowly until it's easier to make myself comfortable on all fours.

It's here, watching me strain and sweat, that you realize just how helpless you are. You shuffle around me to get a better look.

I grasp at the sheets, the bed, at my belly, at you, desperate and writhing beneath the intensity. I pant and pant and puuuush, puuuush, PUUSH!

My pussy begins to part as the head encroaches upon it. The intact sac glistens as it appears between my legs. Face into the bed my moans are muffled. You rub my back and comfort me in vain; it's all up to me now to give birth to your baby.

With the next contraction my body tenses. My legs tremble, my breath wavers and I sob through the pain. The sobs curl into a determined wail as i bear down, pressure rippling through my belly and hips. The head continues to squeeze through, stretching into sight bit by bit.

"Here it comes, love. I can see it. Don't stop pushing."

I obey, choking my breath through another contraction. I heave, and push, the head moving so slowly towards the world, gripped firmly within my birth canal.

The contraction lulls, and so does my urge to push, and I'm left with nothing but the awareness of the huge baby's position in my pelvis, filling the space between my hips like nothing I've ever felt. I rock my hips side to side, forward and back, savouring the sweet stretch and the bitter pain threatening to tear down my consciousness.

You look on with pride and.. oh such lust. You can't deny how much it turns you on to see me like this, bent over and stretched open before you, labouring and toiling while I give birth to your baby. The waistband of your pants is all there is between you and ecstasy but you resist thre urge to touch yourself.

The rhythm returns and I whine as I lean into the contraction.

"C'mon baby, push it out for me. Push it out!"

"NNnnnggghh.. I'm... pushing... as hard as I can.."

The head begins to crown, my bulging slit parting around it. As I release the pressure and catch my breath it retreats back inside. "Hah.. hah.. ha.. aaa-hhhhhnnnnnnnnngh...!"

I bear down with all my strength, working through the stinging crown. The supple skin of my cunt grows thin and tight as it clings to the slowly protruding head of our baby.

"It's co-ming! Oh fuck, it's coming out!" I cry.

You've got a pretty sweet view while I push for you. My ass in the air, bearing down while your new baby squeezes into view between my legs.

I sink down into the bed and scream into the pillow, the unquenchable burning of the crown battling the insurgent urge to push. My poor tight, engorged little pussy bulges all around the head.

"It's stretching me open… Oh my god, the head.."

I breathe and pant in desperation, the intensity refusing to quell. All I can think and feel is the baby trying to stretch through my abused opening. "It's burning. It's burning. It's so hard.. I can't.. I have to.. I.."

"You're doing so good babe. Feel my baby stretch open the hole I fucked it into. Breathe and let it open you up."

"I have to push so bad. I have to push this baby out.." I start bearing down again one push at a time. "Fuck, it's so hard! I'm trying so hard to give birth but it won't- GAAAAH!" Suddenly the sac breaks inside me, and a little gush of amniotic fluid trickles forth, but the big head stops the rest of the flow like a stuck cork. "AGHHHHHHHHHHH!" The new change in pressure shifts the baby and my vagina finally starts to span around the bulge. "That's it, babe! Push, pushhh, puuuuush!"

"Nnnngghhh... p.. puuuuuuuush...." I groan. I lean my hips back and shift my knees, opening up for the baby to come out. "puuuuuuuuush...!"

"puush... puuuuush...." I keep narrating myself. The head starts to crown fully, stretching all the way. "I'm giving birth to it.. the head is almost out of me.."

"One big push! Cmon, birth it!"

I hold my breath and force everything into one big push. "Ghhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa-aaaah-AHHHHHHH! Ahhh ohhhhh, the head..! ahhhh..... ahhhhh..."

All at once the head shears out between my legs, accompanied by a cascade of fluid which gushes onto the bed below me, carrying the head to dangle out of my birth canal.

"Oh my god, it's coming! My baby is- nnnnhh puuuuuuuushh... puuuush..." The urgency is still there, it's not out yet as I feel the whole body stretch my vagina. "I'm fucking pushing..."

The body slides through ever so slowly, from the shoulders all the way to the hips, in one long push, and then suddenly, finally, the legs slip all the way out from inside me and the gurgling baby falls onto the bed between my legs.

"There's my baby, you did it babe! You did such a good job giving birth to it!"

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