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Female carrier who doesn’t know she pregnant with twins, refusing to push for an orgasmic birth on a bus

This request is from a while ago, but I've been away for some time. Now that I have more free time, if you have any story ideas, don’t hesitate to send them!

This is divided into two parts because it ended up being very long.

Now, I hope you enjoy it!

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Midnight Route (1)

Night had fully fallen, and the bus cruised down the lonely highway with its dim light and engine humming like a sleeping animal. Lydia settled into her rear seat, enjoying the extra space she had paid for—a small luxury for her tired body and her rounded belly resting beneath the light dress. The cool night air slipped in through the window, caressing her skin and mingling with the scent of fabric and leather inside the bus.

Her fingers nervously played with the edge of the seat as her eyes rested on the dim interior. Only a few faint lights weakly illuminated the sleepy faces of the passengers, and the gentle sway of the motion lulled her. Outside, streetlights drew yellowish lines that quickly passed by the window, leaving fleeting images of trees and power poles in the darkness.

Lydia recalled the last few nights, those strange sensations in her lower belly. A slight tug, a subtle pressure she had firmly ignored, denying that it was anything serious. It couldn’t be labor—not yet. The city, work, routine… everything seemed easier to handle if she didn’t think about what was happening inside her.

The bag beside her contained, among other things, a pair of tight panties she had chosen with a mix of instinct and whim, not really knowing why she had packed them. Now, in the stillness of the trip, she felt a peculiar warmth in the lower area of her belly, like an electric current spreading and making her writhe softly.

A contraction slid through her body, first light, like a sigh, then more insistent. Lydia pressed her lips and closed her eyes, letting out a low whisper, a sound between effort and surprise: “Mmm…” Her hand rested on her belly, feeling it tense, hard, almost like a wave slowly rising toward her chest.

The air became slightly thick, and the skin on her neck tingled as a new wave of pressure made her softly gasp: “Ohh…” she whispered with parted lips, noticing her breath quicken and cold sweat start to appear on her back. She tried to move her hips to ease the discomfort, but the cramped space of the seat limited her freedom.

She bit her lip, trying to contain those little sounds betraying her, while squeezing her legs together. Moisture began to form between her thighs, a mix of heat and fluid that made her shiver. In her mind, a whirlwind of denial: “It’s nothing, I can handle this, it’s not labor…”

But her body responded on its own, without asking permission. Another stronger contraction knocked her forward, the pressure growing, mixing with a strange diffuse pleasure that confused her and made her heart race. An involuntary, low moan escaped her throat.

The heat in her belly grew more intense, a fire spreading uncontrollably. Lydia suddenly felt a warm liquid begin to slide between her thighs, soaking the fabric of her dress and the panties she wore. A chill ran through her from head to toe. Her water had broken.

An involuntary murmur slipped from her lips, an almost inaudible “Ahh…” mixed with the gasp of an intensifying contraction. The warm moisture created a sticky sensation that slowly seeped, bathing her already sensitive and slightly swollen vaginal lips. Lydia could feel the skin in that area growing even more delicate, her canal warm and wet, as if an invisible river ran through her.

With difficulty, she searched in her bag for the tight panties she had brought without much thought. Each movement was a battle against the waves of contractions hitting her. As her fingers brushed the fabric, a new spasm made her gasp, a rough prolonged sound: “Mmmm... oohh…” Her lips parted, breathing ragged.

She sat up slightly, trying to prevent the liquid from soaking the seat further. Her hand slid over her knees to remove the wet panties, but the contact with her swollen, sensitive skin made her shudder. The damp fabric clung to her vaginal lips, to the birth canal beginning to open, intensifying that strange mix of pain and arousal invading her.

She breathed deeply, softly panting as she moved slowly, every touch an intense caress. The friction of the new, dry, tight fabric against her opening lips was strangely pleasurable, like an invisible stroke that made her moan harder. “Ahh… uhh…” The contractions came in waves, tightening her belly and making her body respond with involuntary shakes.

Her legs opened and closed, as if searching for the perfect position to relieve pressure, but the heat between her thighs only grew. Her hips moved slowly, arching and tightening without control. Her breath became ragged, little gasps escaping without her being able to stop them. “Mmm… ohh…” she whispered with closed eyes, letting her body surrender to that sway of warm, wet sensations. The surrounding moisture, the fabric’s touch on sensitive skin, and her racing heartbeat composed an intimate and vibrant symphony.

The contractions kept pounding with growing force, like relentless waves rising and falling through her body, but Lydia had learned to breathe with them, to follow the rhythm her belly marked. Then, she felt something new, different: the baby’s head began to descend, sliding firmly and pressing toward the birth canal.

An intense, deep pressure that spread through her pelvis, at first uncomfortable, almost painful, but soon turning into a warm, wet sensation traveling throughout her vagina. The baby, soft and warm, brushed against her skin from inside, and the moisture caused by her body’s natural excitement made it slide more easily, grazing her swollen, sensitive vaginal lips.

The panties still covered the area, tight and snug, stretching at contact with the baby’s head. That thin, clingy fabric increased the pressure, confining and at the same time amplifying every sensation. Lydia felt how that barrier between her and the freedom of birth made her tremble.

With an almost inaudible sigh, she softly vocalized a mix of pleasure and awe: “Oh... oh God, it feels so good…” Her voice was a thread, a murmur escaping between low gasps and moans that almost gave her away: “Mm… ohh baby…” Her breathing grew deep and fast as her hands gripped the seat, trying to control the urge to push.

She controlled her push gently, barely moving the baby out to ease the pressure, then she pulled back with the palm of her hand, as if playing with that warm head brushing her vaginal lips. Each movement caused waves of mixed pleasure and relief, an exquisite and painful sway at the same time.

The pressure reached its peak when the baby’s head began to fully crown, stretching and expanding every fiber of Lydia’s skin with a blend of pain and indescribable ecstasy. Her thighs squeezed tightly, embracing the warm, wet head that seemed desperate to come out at all costs, while a deep tremor ran through her entire body.

An intense orgasm took hold of her, an explosion of pleasure that made her gasp strongly, eyes squeezed shut while her lips parted in a long, soft moan: “Ahhh… ohhh… mmm…” The mix of pain and bliss enveloped her, every sensation multiplied by the warm, wet heat and the close contact with the baby’s skin.

At that moment, a movement beside her briefly pulled her out of her intimate world: someone, probably another passenger, shifted in their seat, slightly waking up. Lydia’s heart raced, but she forced herself to hold back her sounds, adjusting her breathing to avoid giving herself away. The other passenger settled and fell asleep again, while she let out a silent sigh of relief.

The fabric of the panties, which until that moment had contained the force of crowning, could no longer resist. A small tear, barely audible, announced that the cloth was ripping under the pressure. A warm, moist space opened, allowing the baby’s head to finish emerging without obstacles.

Lydia felt how that space widened, clearing the path, and her body instinctively prepared for the next push. She breathed deeply, focused, feeling the tense skin of her thighs, the quickened beat of her heart, and her body vibrating with anticipation.

With one last effort, the head rotated gently, turning to fit the natural curve of the birth canal. The little skull, wet and soft, fully emerged, followed by the shoulders sliding out one after the other, expanding the space as they passed. Lydia felt the warm, wet body, every muscle tightening and relaxing at once.

A soft moan escaped her lips as the baby fully emerged, wrapped in a warm mix of fluids and fresh skin. Lydia, with trembling but careful hands, took him in her arms, cradling him against her chest. The little one let out a silent whisper, a slow breath that seemed a secret between them, and Lydia gently soothed him so he wouldn’t cry and wake anyone.

Relief flooded her, warm and deep, a feeling of triumph and peace that ran through her entire being. But that moment of calm was fleeting, because a new and much stronger pressure settled inside her—a clear sign that the story was not over.

To be continued...

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Pregnancy Pill One-Shot: Beach Day

SUMMARY: Before heading out for a couples' day at the beach, a young woman takes a pregnancy pill, allowing her to have a baby within six hours. However, the relaxing day causes the two to lose track of time...

(Contains rapid pregnancy, birth, birth denial, and sexual content- reader discretion advised)

Word Count: ~5.5k

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"So when do you think I'll start to show?" Molly asked, excitement in her voice.

Owen stepped into the bedroom and saw his girlfriend observing herself in the mirror, miming the curve of a pregnant belly over her flat stomach with her hands. He smiled and approached her.

"Well, according to the instructions, you'll be due in about six hours," he told her, though she already knew. "And the first few, uh, months...won't show much growth. So you may need to give it another hour or so."

"Uggh, yeah," Molly sighed, dropping her hands to her sides. "I'm getting ahead of myself."

Owen pulled her in for a side hug, rubbing his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, babe. Don't try to rush it, just enjoy! Come on, let's finish getting ready."

Today, Molly and Owen were getting ready for a date at the beach. Living on Maui, they were no strangers to this- however, they'd just made a decision that would make this day very special. The two were both fairly spiritual and family-oriented; Molly in particular readily believed in things like destiny and signs from the stars. So, when a particularly engaging horoscope told them they were ready to 'expand their world,' the two took that to mean it was time to start a family.

Not wanting to delay, they ordered a newly-developed fertility pill- one that, if taken after sex, would immediately induce pregnancy. That morning, Molly took it.

Now, nearly an hour later, the two were preparing to enjoy a relaxing day at the beach before the baby came. Molly changed into a bathing suit while Owen fetched sun tan lotion and towels.

As Owen was in the living room packing their things into a bag, Molly came in to model. "What do you think about this?" She called out to him.

Owen turned to see her. She was in a flattering green two-piece bikini, waistband pulled high on her hips. She turned to show her backside, causing Owen to grin.

"You look amazing," he said, going over to get a closer look at her.

"I thought this would complement the belly," she said sweetly, glancing down at herself. "...You know, when it grows out more."

"It definitely will," Owen assured her. He knelt down in front of her, holding onto her waist. He pulled her in and planted a kiss on her belly, just below her navel. "You're going to look so beautiful."

Molly chuckled, beaming. "I'm glad you seem as excited as I am!"

"For sure," Owen told her, standing back up. "Are you ready to go?"

"Lemme just put on some shorts and a tank top, and I'll meet you in the car."

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Though they lived on Maui, they were high up in the mountains, so the beach was a ways away- nearly an hour's drive. Before they headed down, they stopped by a local diner for brunch. They both ordered loco moco and mango smoothies.

"Could I just get an extra helping of rice with that?" Molly asked the waitress. "Oh, and a chocolate malasada?"

The waitress nodded and headed toward the kitchen to put in their orders.

Owen raised his eyebrows a bit. "Ha, wow...ordering more food than me, for once!"

"Oh, shush!" Molly said, though amused by his teasing. "I'm eating for two, here..."

Smiling, Owen reached across the table and held her hand. "I know. Eat all you want, my love."

The food arrived quickly, and the two ate quickly. It was all so fresh and delicious...Molly shoveled rice into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in days. By the time Owen was finished with his plate, Molly had already cleared her extra serving and scarfed down her malasada.

After the meal, the two sat back to take breathers. Owen sipped on his smoothie while waiting for the waitress to bring over the check.

"Hoooo, I'm stuffed," Molly sighed. She leaned back and plopped her hands onto her stomach.

"Me too." Owen said. He looked past the table at Molly's midsection. "You know, I think I see a bump starting."

"A baby bump?" Molly gasped, suddenly getting excited again. "Can you really tell?"

Owen watched as she sat up straight and lifted her shirt up. She placed a hand on her lower belly, gently rubbing it to see if she felt a difference. It was noticeably pudgier than earlier that morning.

"...It could also just be the food," Owen pointed out.

But Molly shook her head. "No, I think you're right. I can tell it's growing in there," she said softly. "My little baby..."

Owen watched as she lovingly stroked tiny circles on her belly with her fingertips. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like she was already emanating a certain glow. She was fully engrossed in this pregnancy, in being a mother.

"Well, we should be getting to the beach if you wanna show off that bump," he told her.

"Okay," Molly said, pulling her shirt back down. "Yeah, let's go!"

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For the whole rest of the car ride, Molly couldn't keep her hands off her little belly. Once they left the diner she'd ditched her shirt and shorts, opting to just sit in her bikini in the passenger seat.

Owen certainly didn't mind. He enjoyed getting to glance over and see her marveling at her changing body. The roundness of her middle was getting more and more obvious as they went on, perhaps even a bit bigger each time he looked at her.

The closer they got to the beach, Molly's mannerisms changed. She started breathing deeper, heavier. Her hands explored her body in wider circles, running along her tanned belly, her hips, and up to her chest.

"Owen..." Molly breathed as they pulled up to the beach. "I'm so in love with this."

Owen turned his head. His girlfriend was sporting a belly not unlike that of a woman sixteen or eighteen weeks pregnant. She was still holding it adoringly, enjoying every curve. Subtly, she was rubbing her thighs together.

"Yeah...?" Owen replied.

"It's just...something feels so good about this," Molly continued, voice airy. "It feels right, having this baby in me. I can't wait for it to grow more..."

Owen's mouth felt dry. "You, ah...you're looking really good."

Molly looked at him and smiled. "You think so?"

"Yeah," Owen said, as he stopped the car in the parking lot. He cleared his throat. "Um, well, we're here."

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The couple gathered their gear and headed toward the beach. Though, they weren't headed to the main beach, with all the tourists everywhere- after living there for so many years, they had a better plan.

They turned off the beaten path, stepping through some underbrush. After just a couple minutes, they got to their favorite spot: a small private beach, tucked away from everything else. They'd come here many times over the years, and never had another soul bother them.

Molly put out their towels while Owen set up the chairs and umbrella. They couldn't have asked for a better day- mostly sunny, with a nice cool ocean breeze.

With everything set up, Molly sat herself down on a towel with a contented sigh. As Owen walked over, he saw her pull suntan lotion out of their beach bag.

Molly raised the bottle up to him. "Help me apply...?"

"Of course," Owen said. He knelt down beside her and grabbed the bottle.

After applying a generous amount of lotion to his hands, he started on her back. He rubbed sunscreen into her neck and shoulders, down the small of her back. He added pressure with his fingers, massaging into her skin. Then, he ran his palms along her flanks, squeezing playfully, earning another contented sigh.

"Mmm...don't forget to put plenty on the belly," Molly cooed.

Owen maneuvered around so he could face her. He squirted more lotion onto his hands, then gently placed them on her belly and began to rub.

Immediately, Molly closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "Ooooh, that feels nice..."

Slowly, sensually, Owen rubbed lotion into every square inch of her bulging belly. He quickly became enraptured by the feel of it...the curve of her middle, knowing her womb was quickly filling with child. Her skin seemed sensitive there, perhaps by how it was stretching. He pressed his fingers in softly, noticing how her flesh had a slightly different give to it. As he continued to rub, her breathing got quicker, her belly rising and falling a bit with her breaths.

"How's that?" He asked her, looking up at her.

Molly was biting her lip, her eyes half-closed. "It's wonderful...don't you love it?"

"I do," Owen breathed. He moved closer to her. "You're amazing. Like a goddess."

"Mmmmh...come here."

Molly pulled Owen in, and they began to kiss. It started slow, but their pace soon quickened. Owen leaned in as they made out...he could tell how turned on she was, and that made him equally excited.

After a few moments, he reached one hand up, gently squeezing her breast. Molly gasped at the sensation, but didn't stop him- in fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

While feeling her up, Owen noticed that her tits filled his hand more than usual. "Seems like...these are getting bigger, too."

"Fuck," Molly moaned abruptly, grasping onto her boyfriend tightly. She pulled him into her shoulder so she could whisper in his ear. "Owen...I need you right now."

"Mmh?" He murmured, kissing her neck, not immediately getting the hint.

Molly whimpered. "The hormones are making me crazy...I didn't know I could want it this bad," She breathed. "I need you to fuck me. Now."

Suddenly, she reached down and grabbed his package through his swim trucks. His manhood was rock-solid in her hand. Owen grunted, jerking his hips. He sat up, realizing now meant NOW.

"A-are you sure it's okay...with the baby?" Owen stammered.

"We'll be fine...just get in me!"

As Molly started tugging his swimsuit down, Owen reached between her thighs, pulling her bottoms to the side. She eagerly spread her legs for him just as his member was freed. He got into position, and within moments, he had slid into her.

Molly moaned deeply as he entered. He put his full length in her, and she clutched his back, digging her nails in. "Oooooh, GOD!"

"You're so...fucking wet," Owen grunted, face contorting as the pleasure hit him. "You must really love...mmgh...being pregnant."

"I do," Molly said. She pushed her head back into the towel, body tensing with every thrust. "Everything is suh...so...sensi- ti-tive! Ooohhh...!"

Owen couldn't quite believe what was happening. He'd never seen Molly this horny before...that pill was a really a great idea. As he continued to pound her, he took one hand and rested it on her pregnant belly. She seemed to like that.

"Oooh, yes, feel my belly...feel our baby!"

One hand joined his on her middle, while the other gripped his back even harder. Her jaw began to go slack, her eyes scrunching tightly.

Owen felt his manhood twitching inside her, heating up. He was already getting close. "You're...so...hot..."

It was okay, though- Molly was getting close, too. "Oh, Owen...Owen...uhhn...ahhh!"

"Mmmhh...unggh, fuck..."

"Oohh, shit...ah- AHHH!"

The two finished together, their loud moans drowned out by the beach's crashing waves.

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A few minutes later, the two cuddled together, sharing Molly's towel. Owen was laying with his head next to Molly's belly, his hand gently caressing it.

"That was wonderful," Molly breathed.

"You're telling me," Owen said. "The pregnancy does wonders..."

"Yeah...sorry for being so spontaneous. I'm not sure what came over me..."

"It's okay. Your body's going through a lot right now."

"Yeah..." Molly said. She sat up a bit, looking down at her belly. "Oooh...I feel like you made me even bigger. If that's possible."

Owen lifted his head to take a look. It did seem like she was growing more quickly, now...her belly was plump and rounded, starting to expand out into her lap. She had the looks of a pregnant woman well into her second trimester. He tried to do the math with how long it had been since she'd taken the pill...but either way, she still had a ways to go.

"You're definitely getting bigger fast," Owen told her, rubbing circles on her belly. "Have you felt any kicks?"

"There've been some little movements," Molly said, smiling. "Though I think me and baby need some rest, now."

"Sure thing. Let me get you a drink," Owen offered, standing up. He fetched some water from their cooler.

Molly got onto her hands and knees, smoothing out the towel. "Do you think you could dig me a little hole...for my belly? Y'know, like they do on social media?"

Owen laughed. "Yeah, that's a great idea!"

He got down and began digging out a spot with his hands. Once he'd created a decent-sized divot, he brought his girlfriend's towel over and spread it out over the hole.

Carefully, Molly positioned her torso over the divot. She lowered herself down so that her belly pressed into it. Once she lay flat, she gave a thumbs-up.

"It's perfect!" She exclaimed.

"Good," Owen said, chuckling. He grabbed his sunglasses and sat down in a beach chair. "You rest, and lemme know when you want me to help you up."

Molly put her head down on her arms, and Owen sat back into his chair. After a few quiet minutes with no sound but the wind and waves, the two began to nod off.

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Some time later, Owen was awoken by Molly's groaning, and blinked his eyes open. More clouds had rolled over, cooling down the beach a bit. He looked over at his girlfriend, struggling to lift herself up from her spot on the towel.

"Mm...you all right, babe?" Owen yawned.

"Oof...think my belly's outgrown the hole..." Molly grunted. She got herself halfway up, sitting back on her knees. "...Oh, wow..."

Owen stood up from his chair and walked over to her. He quickly saw what she was marveling at: her pregnant belly had swelled up significantly, spilling out over her thighs. Her breasts had also plumped out more, straining her top. She had become very maternal in a short time.

Molly looked up at him as he approached. "Baby's grown a lot...guess we were napping for a while."

"Guess so...how are you feeling?" Owen asked, kneeling beside her.

"Full...heavy," Molly said, rubbing wide circles on her belly. She drummed her fingers on the underside of her gravid swell. "The weight is sitting low now."

Owen bent down and held her belly along with her. It felt firmer now, the skin stretched tight, though still smooth. He placed gentle kisses on her belly as she sighed contentedly.

After a couple minutes, he glanced back up at her. "...Time to reapply?"

Molly smirked. "I dunno...it's kinda cloudy out, no?"

"You can still get burnt when it's cloudy."

"You just want an excuse to rub more lotion on me," Molly said, narrowing her eyes.

"...Okay, you caught me."

Molly giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "It's okay, you're right...I could use some more."

Eagerly, Owen got up to fetch the sunscreen. He grabbed the bottle from the bag, and when he turned back around, he saw that his girlfriend was grasping her middle, her face scrunched slightly.

"Everything okay?" He asked as he approached with the lotion.

"Hmm...? Yeah, just felt a...kick, or something." Molly told him.

"Seems like we're gonna have an active baby!" Owen said. He sat behind her on the towel, opening up the bottle. "All right, where should I start?"

"Could you get my back?" Molly asked. "It's feeling tense...probably from the extra weight it's gotta support."

Owen squirted lotion into his hands and began to rub it into her back. He ran his hands up and down the length of her spine, palms pressing into her shoulder blades, fingers slipping under the back strap of her bikini. He worked his hands down to her hips, which felt wider and more padded than he was used to.

"How's that?" He asked as the sunscreen absorbed into her skin.

"Good," Molly breathed. "You can get my front, now."

"Lean back a bit and I'll get the bump," Owen told her.

Molly obliged, letting her weight rest a bit on her boyfriend's chest. After refilling his hands with sunscreen, he reached around and began rubbing circles on her belly. As his palms caressed her, a soft moan escaped from behind her closed lips. "Mmmmh...the stretched skin is soooo sensitive."

"I'm glad it feels nice," Owen said, sliding his hands under her baby bump. He lifted gently, feeling the weight. "Oof, that is heavy!"

"Ha, yeah, it—mmh!" Molly said, her voice suddenly cutting off as she tensed. She sat up abruptly, once more clutching her belly.

Owen was starting to feel concerned. "Are you sure you're all right, honey?"

"Ooh- yeah, just a little cramp. Not used to the pressure on my organs and stuff," Molly sighed. She took a moment, then looked at her boyfriend over her shoulder. "I think I may go down to the water for a bit."

"That sounds relaxing," Owen said, closing the lotion bottle. "Why don't you go test the waters? I'll stay back and get some reading done."

"Okay," Molly agreed. Owen helped her to stand up, and she braced her back with one hand as she adjusted to the change in her center of gravity. "I love you!"

"I love you too," Owen said, giving her a peck on the lips. "Just call over if you need me."

He returned to his chair as Molly waddled over to the water. He went to their beach bag to return the suntan lotion and retrieve the book he'd been reading. As he sat down, he watched his girlfriend walk into the waves. She looked so beautiful, full of life like this. He was happy that she seemed to like the pregnancy.

As Molly stepped into the water, she paused for a moment before continuing. The water must have been a bit cold, Owen assumed. He smiled before cracking open his book and picking up where he left off.

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Owen kept taking occasional glances at Molly, but they became less frequent as he got engrossed in his book. He began to lose track of time...only after finishing a chapter did he realize his girlfriend was still wading around in the same spot. He closed the book and decided to go check on her.

He trotted over and found her peacefully swaying in the shallow water, submerged up to her chest. "How's the water, babe?"

"Hoooo...it's good," Molly said.

Owen waded in, going to the same level as her. He saw that her eyes were closed, and that she was breathing slowly, deliberately. "You've been in here a while...probably gonna get all pruny soon."

Molly smiled slightly, exhaling through her nose. She held Owen's hands in her own beneath the waves. "Mmmmh...a water birth sounds nice, though...don't you think?"

Owen stared at her, taken aback. "A water...buh...a-are you in labor...?"

His girlfriend nodded. "Mm-hmm. My water broke just as I was stepping into the water..."

The realization hit Owen like a truck, and he began to panic. He hadn't noticed that their six hours were already up! "Shit, babe...we gotta get you home...or to a hospital, or..."

Molly cut him off by shaking her head, but kept smiling, looking oddly calm. "No time. Baby's...coming soon...I feel it moving down."

"Molly, we have no clean towels, or fresh water, or- or scissors, or anything...!"

"My body knows what to do...We just gotta let nature take its course..."

"I get it, but..." Owen said, worried about the safety of her and the child. His mind raced. "...Listen, there's that little store by the main beach. Come with me and we'll grab everything we need, okay?"

Molly pouted, opening her eyes. "You go, I'll stay here...it'll be fine."

"I'm not leaving you here to labor alone in the ocean," Owen insisted, starting to gently pull her toward the shore. "Come on...we'll be so quick. I just want to make sure we're prepared."

"Okaaaay..." Molly sighed. She began to wade over to the beach with him. "But promise you'll take me back to the water after?"

"Of course, my love."

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The two made their way over to the main beach, and Owen began to see just how much her labor had progressed. She had to stop often to ride out contractions, hunching over and groaning softly. Owen picked up a towel as they passed by their bag and wrapped it around her shoulders, telling her to breathe through it, that it would be over soon.

He wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her as they trekked through the underbrush, back to the public beach. She kept one hand on the underside of her belly, clutching it, as if to hold the baby in place.

Once out in the open, the two hurried along the beach as fast as they could, toward the small shop on the boardwalk. The closer they got, the more populated the beach was- there were dozens (if not hundreds) of people lining the shore.

"Maybe we...ask someone on the beach for help?" Owen suggested.

"Noooo," Molly whined. "I wanted this moment to be just us...oooooh!"

They stopped in place as another contraction hit her. She trembled, and Owen held onto her tightly. He sighed...he respected Molly's feelings, as the one carrying the baby...but her choices were making him nervous.

"Come on babe, we're almost there." He encouraged her.

Molly whimpered, but nodded.

By the time they got into the store, it was obvious the towel around Molly's shoulders hadn't helped much, because the two of them were still dripping wet. They weren't dressed very modestly, either- Owen in just his swim trunks, and Molly's engorged form nearly busting out of her bikini. Seeing this, the owner gave them a dirty look from behind the register, but didn't say anything.

"Okay, you look for scissors, I'll get towels and blankets," Owen said. Molly agreed, and the two began looking down different aisles.

The store was difficult to navigate- tons of knick knacks and beach gear, with no obvious organization. Owen had to search through rows of sunglasses and piles of decorative stones before he found a blanket.

As he scoured the shop, he tried to process what was going on. His girlfriend was really about to give birth...they were about to be parents! Were they really ready? He knew what they had signed up for with that fertility pill, but he never expected things would go this way.

After collecting a blanket, a clean towel, and a half-gallon of water, Owen went to meet back up with Molly. She was in a corner, doubled over, leaning on a shelf.

"Babe?" Owen said to her, placing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "Did you find scissors...?"

Molly shook her head tiredly. "No scissors...and- and I feel...like pushingggg..."

Owen's panic spiked again as he watched her legs bend slightly, like she wanted to squat. "Pushing...?! No, no, you can't yet...come on, we'll ask that guy if he has them."

She hugged onto his arm, and he led them over to the register. He plopped his few items onto the counter.

The man at the register merely glanced at the two of them. "...Will that be all?"

"Do you have any scissors here?" Owen asked.

"Yes, we do."

Owen winced as Molly dug her nails into his bicep, fighting her contractions. "Could I...buy a pair?"

"Afraid not. It's just the one pair...store property."

Suddenly, Molly moaned, pressing her head into her boyfriend's shoulder. "Ooouggh...baaabe...the babyyy..."

Owen gulped as he heard an ominous grumble come from Molly's belly. He put a consoling hand on her gravid swell, then looked back at the store owner. "Well, could I borrow it? We're in kind of a hurry, here."

The shopkeep rolled his eyes. "All right, as long as you return them ASAP."

He turned and stepped into a small back room behind the register. Once he was out of view, Owen whispered into Molly's ear. "How are you holding up?"

"Can't...can't," Molly panted, exasperatedly. Her knees were bent inward, thighs pressed together and quivering. "Baby wants to come out...s-so bad."

"Don't worry, just a little longer," Owen assured her, rubbing her belly gently, hoping that maybe it would quell their restless child. "We'll get you out of here soon enough..."

The store owner returned, setting a pair of scissors down on the counter. "...Anything else?"

"No, that's it." Owen said.

"That'll be $12.50, please."

Owen nodded. He reached into his pockets to grab what he needed, but... Shit. Money! He'd left his wallet locked in the car!

"Fuck," he blurted, under his breath. "Uh...okay. Can I give you my debit card info? I have it memorized."

The owner furrowed his brow, obviously not used to hearing that. "Sure...if you must."

Owen recited the debit card number, the expiration date, and security code. The shopkeep wrote it all down on a sticky note.

Once done, the owner picked the note up and took it to the back room. "All right, let me just run this through our system..."

He disappeared, and the expecting couple stood alone again. Owen tapped his foot and anxiously gnawed at his lip. Molly was sinking lower to the ground, eyes shut and grimacing. Each passing second felt like an eternity...

"MMMMmmm..." Molly moaned. Suddenly, her eyes shot open. She squeezed her belly tightly. "Ooohhhh...oh god...can't wait...any longer...nggghhneed to- !"

Abruptly, she stood up and turned away. As fast as her heaving belly and bow-legged gait would allow, she began waddling toward the exit.

"Babe, what are you doing?! Come back!" Owen whispered forcefully.

But Molly was already out the door.

"Shit, shit..." Owen hissed. His eyes darted between the front door and the back room. Should he go after her? Should he wait for the owner? Should he just steal the stuff and run? Think, think!

After a few crucial moments of indecision, the shop owner returned with a receipt and a bag. "You're all set."

"Thanks," Owen muttered, now sweating bullets. He shoved the towels and the water into the bag before promptly darting out of the store.

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Owen flew out the front door, back onto the boardwalk. He looked around wildly, clutching his bag tightly. "Molly? Molly!

His eyes found her quickly, nearly twenty yards ahead on the beach. She was on her hands and knees, head down, but the green bikini was unmistakable.

He raced toward her, feet pounding the sand. He dropped down beside her, seeing her glistening with sweat, her wet hair falling in clumps around her head. He placed a hand on her back. "Babe? Talk to me, are you okay?"

Molly gurgled. "Ghh...it's...co-comingggg..."

She bore down, her hips moving back a bit. Her low-hanging belly grazed the coarse sand. Owen looked at her backside...between her legs, the crotch of her swimsuit was bulging out slightly. The head was starting to come out!

Owen cursed again. He looked up and around...people on the beach were beginning to stare. He bent down and talked in Molly's ear. "Okay, baby, listen...you're about to give birth. We gotta get this bikini off...I'll put a towel over you, and- "

"Nnnooooo," Molly whimpered. She started trying to crawl forward, hands sinking into the sand. "I can't...have my baby here...gotta get to our beach, nnggh...to the waterrr...!"

Owen's mind raced. In rare solidarity with her stubbornness, he didn't want her to give birth here, either- not in front of all the spectators. So, he made an impromptu decision.

"Okay, babe, hang on, this is probably gonna hurt a lot."

"Mmggh?" Molly uttered in confusion. Then, she felt her boyfriend's hand between her thighs, against her womanhood, where the baby's head was emerging. Owen pressed with his palm, causing the head to be pushed back in. Molly clenched her jaw to stop herself from screaming. "...NGGHHHH!!!"

Owen felt bad, but knew he needed to buy time. With the head no longer crowning, he started putting his arms around his girlfriend. "Okay, just hold it in there for a sec, I'm gonna take you to our spot."

Molly rolled onto her side, and in an adrenaline-fueled moment of strength, Owen was able to lift her up bridal-style. The bag of their supplies still hung in the crook of one arm. After adjusting his balance, he began hurriedly carrying her away.

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Understandably, Molly moaned and groaned the whole way. She clutched her belly, fighting hard against her body's urges. By the time they were back on the path through the underbrush, she was trying to open her legs and free them from Owen's hold.

"Owen, I can't...stop pu-pushing...agghhh!" She cried, bearing down again.

"We're almost there, just a few more seconds," Owen panted, struggling to hang on to her as she squirmed in his arms. His legs were getting tired...but looking at her face, contorted from the effort of trying to deliver their child, gave him strength.

Spreading her knees as much as she could, Molly stuffed a hand between her legs. "Ah, ahh...it's starting to- hhhhghh- to come out again!"

"Oh no it's not," Owen said. They were so close. He moved forward through sheer willpower, now passing the spot where their beach bag and towels were placed.

"Oh god, oh god..." Molly groaned, deliriously. "P-put me down, it has to come out, it's coming OUUUT!!"

"I'm putting you down in two seconds!" Owen insisted. On the inside of his arm, he could feel it- her hand, trying to hold in the crowning head, as she pushed more of it out with each passing second.

His feet splashed into the water. He maintained his balance so that they wouldn't both tumble into the waves. He stepped in to his knees as Molly continued to push and moan. Just as he lowered her into the water, she cried out.

"Fuck, the head! The head is OUT!"

"I've got you, I've got you! We're here!"

Molly was able to squat down with her head and shoulders just above water. Owen faced her, reaching down into the tide to help her take off her bottoms. Once removed, the garment floated to the surface, and she was able to push freely.

"I- It's coming so fast, I gotta...ooooOOAAH!!"

"You're doing great, babe, just breathe!" Owen encouraged.

The couple both used their hands to guide the baby out. After another push, the shoulders popped free.

"Ooohhh it's almost there, it's COMMMINGG!" Molly cried.

"You've got it babe, push, push!"

With a primal roar, Molly bore down once more, and the baby was fully expelled. Owen immediately pulled the newborn up out of the salty water. After a wipe of the face and couple pats on the back, the child- a little boy- began to cry.

Joy and relief washed over Molly. "Ooooooh, he's so beautiful," she said. Owen handed the baby over, and she held onto him tenderly. The umbilical cord still trailed from the baby's stomach down into the water.

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"I can't believe...that all just happened," Owen breathed.

"God, I know..." Molly said with a tired laugh. "Thank you for being here with me, and letting me deliver him here..."

"I'm just glad we could experience the pregnancy together, quick as it was."

Molly nodded, and gave a contented sigh. "Well, let's get him in that...blanket..."

She looked up and trailed off. Owen followed her eyes and saw their bag of supplies...floating next to them in the water. In a rush, he had carried it into the waves with them. The towels and blanket were thoroughly soaked and unusable...

Owen tutted. "Welp...at least we have the scissors..."

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THE END

#eeeeeek #this may replace pit stop as my fav birth fic #the whole trying not to push while buying stuff in a shop is fast becoming a fav but niche trope haha

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shhhsecretsideblog · 3 days ago

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"Geehhh... Owww..."

I murmured into my arms as my throbbing womb squeezed in on itself again. Algebra was taking sooo lonngg... I moved my flat butt around the uncomfortable plastic seat as the pressure continued to increase in my hips. The weight of my baby deep in my pelvis was pressed deeper as the vice on my belly continued. It took everything I had not to make any sound as my womb and back and shoulders squeezed and squeezed and squeezed and squeezed...

"Hoooooo..."

I exhaled, relieved as the squeezing finally let up. First my shoulders relaxed, then my back, then my poor hips, then my swollen belly inflated to sit on my thighs again. I quickly put my head up, eyes focused on the teacher. My hips still squirmed, unable to lose the pressure within. I still wanted to moan it away. I had to settle for soft, closed-mouth grunts as the teacher turned away from the board. My eyes fell on her equally swollen bump, a hand resting on top. Shame filled me up as I watched her maternal mound. When people saw her, they got out of her way, asked her questions happily, congratulated her. She got to flaunt her pregnancy, while I hid mine with shame.

I grabbed my pencil to continue taking notes, trying focus on something other than my embarassing state. My hips still gyrated slowly in the hard chair, trying to circle out the pressure. Unfortunately, it worked a little too well.

I froze as I felt a pop inside me and all the pressure suddenly disappated. I wasn't stupid; I knew what the feeling of liquid trickling into my panties meant. I sat there, frozen, as everyone else continued as normal. I couldn't hear the teacher anymore, just the blood rushing through my ears. "No, no, no, please..." I whined, putting a hand to my crotch. My panties were already soaked through with fluid, and I could feel it starting to collect around my butt. This was impossible, I had more time. My labor was slow, the contractions weren't that bad!

But as the harshest cramp I'd ever experienced forced a aqueak out of me, I realized none of that mattered. It didn't matter that I had only been in labor for an hour, it didn't matter that I was 42 minutes away from the bell, and it definitely didn't matter that didn't want this. I kept my hand on my crotch, putting my forehead back on my arm as my baby pushed its way through my dilated cervix. Oh my God, it was moving so fast, how dilated was I?!

It wasn't until I felt my crotch bulge a second later that I knew my refusal to push wasn't going to stop this baby from coming out right here, right now, in front of the whole class...

It can't be coming this fast, it can't, it CAN'T!

I'd read about labor and birth. Everything warned people to wait. To not panic, labor takes hours, days even. Not an hour from first real contraction to the urge to push!

The head bulging my crotch disagreed. The oversized sweatshirts and sweat pants I'd been using to hide this nightmare went from blessing to curse as I felt the amniotic fluid soaking into my clothes, so much harder to get off or move out of the way discreetly. Maybe if I-

Pressure. Pain. All my planning and thinking vanished abruptly as suddenly I NEEDED to push. I didn't even realize I was giving in until I felt the deep, gutteral grunt rumbling up my throat, threatening to explode out and draw everybody's attention.

I tried to stop, but I felt the head coming regardless. My lips burned as they spread, the slimy head violating its way out of me the same way I had had it violated into me. My mind forced me to remember that night, the way he smelled, sounded, felt as he was gripping me, pinning me as he put this taboo, shameful baby I never wanted inside me.

This was so much worse. After months of hiding and fear and feeling trapped and used, now it was coming, hurting so much worse than I imagined. And I couldn't stop it.

It wanted to come NOW.

My panties bulged around the head. More, more, my body locked and unwilling to stop pushing even a moment, until with a sudden release that made my whole body twitch violently, the head fully erupted into my underwear.

As the contraction eased, I heard all of it loudly pouring to the floor. I looked around, everyone was staring. They all could see, most of them probably thought I'd peed myself. The truth was so much worse.

I remembered I was wearing my embarrassing Powerpuff Girls panties, and everyone was going to see. Even imagining those cartoon faces soaked with my fluids, warping as the head of this burden strained the fabric, was enough to make tears escape my eyes, looking back down at the desk.

The teacher began to ask if I was ok, holding her baby belly. It wasn't fair. She was so beautiful. So happy. Her baby wasn't the unfair result of-

Push. I had to push, hard right now. My body instantly gave in. The grunt escaped this time, as the shoulders strained at me, opened me... And then His baby poured out, bagging the fabric of my sweatpants even as I felt the force of its birth yank my panties down.

Some ran out of the room. Others were recording. I just sagged. It was out. Finally. My body was mine again...

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A little more tame than what you usually write, but could you write a couple who are pregnant together, both going into labor at the same time? Maybe one has a lower pain tolerance, so they need more coaching. One of them pushing and struggling to even get their babies to crown, while the other very casually and calmly pops theirs out? That sounds fun.

"Remember to sync your breathing with me, c'mon, like we practiced," I cooed, my fingers laced with yours as I led you through your contractions. Despite the way I could feel your hand trembling in mine, you were doing so well, and I couldn't have been prouder of you.

At last the pain subsided for now, and you exhaled shakily. Looking over at me, you shook your head, chuckling. "Are you sure you're in labor, too? You're being like, way too zen about this."

"Eh, maybe my baby is just nicer than yours," I shrugged, grinning playfully. Your mouth gaped before you laughed, swatting weakly at my arm.

"Rude, I'm never doing this with you again," you pouted, before letting out a soft whine as another contraction took hold. Yours were very close together, and it definitely felt like mine were catching up. Still, you remained my priority, and my voice only had a faint strain to it as I coached you, giving small pushes in unison with you.

"Good, so good," I murmured, one of my hands moving down to check you. I bit my lip when I felt the slightest bulge of the head holding you open; you were nearly there. "Okay, on the next contraction you can push harder, as hard as you feel like you have to." I instructed, to which you nodded hurriedly. That next contraction seemed to already be here, and I moaned softly as I watched you bear down hard. While still gripping your hand tightly, I reached down to check myself, barely able to move past my overdue swell. To my surprise I was nearing a crown as well, so when I felt my contractions start up again I pushed hard with you, only letting up when you did.

You laid back to catch your breath, a hand running through your hair. There'd been minimal progress on your end; I could see more of the head but you weren't quite crowning yet. I could sense you were starting to feel frustrated, so when you felt the urge to push again I focused all my attention on you, wanting to help as much as I could.

"'Never doing this again', huh?" I murmured, pressing my lips to your temple before chuckling. "That's too bad..."

"Why--uuhhhnn--do you s-say that?" You managed, shivering as you felt my voice directly in your ear.

"Because you look so fucking hot pushing our baby out," I replied, grinning devilishly as I watched your face flush redder than it already was, and as if spurred by my words you bore down as hard as you could. I pushed right along with you, our groans and pants practically harmonizing. Your grunts of effort soon turned to a moan of relief, the head finally emerging with a gush of fluids.

"She's a-almost out...!!" you said excitedly, then looked over at me again. "How're you d--" Your sentence trailed, eyes widening as you saw me, half squatting next to your bedside, letting out a low moan as I was well on my way to birthing my baby's shoulders.

"Oh, me? N-never better." I replied, my free hand cradling my low belly.

#need more mutual birth fics in my life

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shhhsecretsideblog · 4 days ago

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Roommates and Wombmates Pt. 1

Roommates and Wombmates

A Valiantremnant original

A young, single mother tries to hide her pregnancy from her 3 male roommates…

Pre-Story notes: I am going to try doing a multi-part story again, see how it works, this time around, the sections will be a little shorter, but the way this story came together was a little… episodic. This part will be even shorter, but I kinda want to gauge how people like it before I sink more into it. And one last note, I have taken a few liberties with the apartment layout. Nothing too drastic, just imagine the bathroom being a bit bigger.

Part 1 - 30 weeks

Grace made sure her loose sweatshirt was fully covering everything and opened the door to her room. Stepping into the common space of the large apartment, she glanced out the sliding door to the balcony, and could barely see it was so dark outside. One reason why she hated January, it was so dark until 7:00 in the morning. Her roommates, Roger and Mike, Jake must have already left, were eating, as usual. "Morning," She said, grabbing a box of cereal and setting it on the counter. "Hey," Mike said, waving his spoon at her. Roger was chewing, but he nodded at her. Grace grabbed a spoon and nearly reached up to grab a bowl, but hesitated. She was the only girl in the house. There was another, Emilia, but she had moved out when she married her husband, David, and moved out to a little cabin somewhere. So now, there were plenty of things that she told no one about in her life, dating, family drama… her pregnancy. Grace was 7 months pregnant now, and, with the trio of man-children her only roommates, she and her doctor were the only ones who knew. She stopped her attempt at reaching for the bowls, kept on the top shelf. and moved to check the dishwasher. Luck was with her as she opened it up and a cloud of steam came out. Freshly done, with a number of clean bowls. "So what's on the agenda today?" She asked, bobbling the boiling hot bowl as she set it on the island and went to the fridge to get the milk. "Well, Jake's at work already, and I'll be headed out soon," Mike said, looking at Roger, "You?" Roger finished chewing and answered, "I got a half day today, so Imma head out and hit the gym on the way back. 'Bout you?" He nodded at Grace who was finishing making her breakfast and was just putting the milk back. "Well, I have a video conference, and when that's done, I'm going to go drop off the rent and then I had some errands to run in the afternoon-whoops!" She accidentally knocked her spoon to the ground, and went to bend over to grab it, aborting the movement quickly as it nearly pulled her off balance. She righted herself and began to move into a squat to pick it up. "You back still bothering you?" Roger asked, wincing. Grace felt a little twinge of guilt at his expression. Early on in her pregnancy, she had gone with Roger to the gym to work out, to try to hide her weight gain by working out until she couldn't hide it in gym clothes anymore. What had happened instead is she saw her doctor there, and had faked a back injury to go home, and was using 'flare ups' as a way of excusing awkward movements like the squat she had to do to grab things off of the floor now. "Uh, yeah. Must have slept on it wrong." Roger winced again, "Yeah, sorry I didn't spot you that day." Mike grunted as he chewed, "Yeah, but at least you can work from home now." Grace tilted her head towards Mike in acknowledgement, "True, but back pain isn't the best trade-off." Mike chuckled, "Yeah, but I can't work retail from home in any case, so there goes tweaking my back as a backup plan." Roger chuckled as he slurped down the rest of his milk and got up to put his bowl in the sink, "Heh. BACK-up plan that's funny" "Wash it out," Grace said, pointing at Roger without looking. He sighed and slouched back to the sink, "Yes mom." Grace shook her head, "I'm not your mother, I'm not doing your dishes for you." "Sorry Grace," Roger said as he washed the bowl out, "Need anything while I'm out? I'll be back around lunchtime." Grace considered, "Not really. Maybe pick up more of that ginger ale? It's kinda growing on me." Mike laughed a bit as he got up as well, "Told you it would" He washed his bowl out and moved over to the walkway, grabbing his keys and coat, "I can drop you off Roger, but I won't be able to get you for lunch, so you're on your own there." "I'm coming," Roger said as he grabbed his coat as well, "See ya Grace." "Bye guys," Grace called as she ate.

As soon as the door was locked, Grace sighed and stretched a bit on the kitchen stool. Whenever her roommates were around, she had to slouch, cover up or hide to keep them from finding out she was pregnant. She didn't have a concrete reason to, none of them were the father, she just didn't want them to get awkward around her, to get all weird about it. Besides, she was giving it up right away after the birth anyway. A young gay couple who wanted to adopt, but weren't having any luck. They were eager enough to adopt directly through her that she had even gotten them on board with a homebirth. The only hospital near enough to her for convenience was great, but it had a single problem: Her aunt worked there. If she went in for anything other than a routine checkup, her parents would know, and despite being an adult, Grace would rather step on crushed glass than deal with that crap storm. She finished her cereal and spent a minute putting away the still steaming hot dishes while no one was around to notice her belly, and went to her room. It was becoming more and more her sanctuary, and she kept adding things to make it possible to spend days in there without leaving. There was now a mini-fridge, a small bin of snacks, and most importantly, her birthing kit. She had spent weeks putting it together, making sure it had everything she needed to deliver a baby alone. Grace winced as she thought of that aspect again. The parents were fine with her doing a homebirth, but she hadn't told them that she was planning on going it alone. In her state, she legally had to get a referral from her primary healthcare provider to get a licensed midwife, and, once again, she couldn't exactly go in for that. And her insurance wouldn't cover an unlicensed midwife, nor could she afford one out of pocket. So now she sat, counting out the supplies in her inventory, pads, bleedstop, which was a sort of blood clotting agent she found that was safe for post partum bleeding, sterilized scissors in plastic packaging, clamps to seal off the cord, swaddling blankets, and more. But going through her supplies, she realized that she didn't have any disinfectant. Having herself to her feet, she waddled to her bathroom to check her cupboards… nail polish remover, but she didn't think that the purple liquid was quite up to the task she needed it for. Leaving her room, she crossed the empty apartment to the bathroom, and nearly gagged at the smell. "God above!" Grace gagged as she went in. Her first move was to flip on the fan, hoping to extract some of the smell. She knew at some level, it was just her more acute sense of smell, brought on by pregnancy, but on the other hand, the overlapping smells of a hamper full of slightly damp towels and the still visible clouds of spray on deodorant had a lot to do with it. "I'm not their mother, they can deal with it…" Grace muttered to herself as she checked the larger storage cabinet in the bathroom. Nope. The only cleaning agent was an empty bottle of toilet bowl cleaner. She didn't dare even look at the thing. "Right… so I need to get a thing of rubbing alcohol or something," She spoke aloud to herself, rubbing her belly as the baby kicked a little bit in response to the noise. As she turned off the light and closed the door, she felt a buzzing from her pocket. Looking at it, it was her alarm to clock in for her work day.

All Grace had to do for her job was listen to audio recordings of phone calls and write an 'after action' report on them. Most of the time, her coworkers liked getting her feedback on their calls, many of the people working in the call center were younger, some having just graduated high school, and could use any guidance they could. Some of them, mostly the older people, took her recommendations as personal attacks. It was one of the reasons why she preferred to work from home. The other reason being that it was easier to cast a critical eye on the work of someone she didn't actually know. Returning to her room, Grace closed and locked the door and got ready to start her work day. First, she shrugged off her oversized sweater. It was winter, but the apartment was kept warm enough that it got uncomfortable after a while. Especially with the belly band she wore to help conceal her pregnancy. The thick Velcro band came off and Grace huffed in both relief and effort as her belly fell free from the restrictive band. She massaged the lines the tight thing cut into her belly and sat down at her desk, opening her laptop and starting her work day. She wanted above all else to keep her pregnancy a secret from everyone, but she couldn't help but feel curious as to what she would look like to someone else right now. Pregnant, sitting on her chair at her desk, one hand resting on and rubbing her belly…

#love this #very invested #please continue this story!!!

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shhhsecretsideblog · 5 days ago

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The Pregnant Nurse

The lights above flickered softly in the quiet delivery room. It was oddly peaceful for once—no beeping monitors, no hurried footsteps, no screaming mothers. Just the soft hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of her own heartbeat.

Nurse Alina exhaled slowly, her hand rubbing slow circles over the crest of her belly. The contraction was mild—tight and low like a dull belt around her hips. Her due date was today, and she had finally, finally been told to rest after a long week of active shifts.

Her feet were propped up, shoes off, and her ID badge rested against the firm rise of her stomach. Alina shifted slightly in the chair, biting her lower lip as another wave passed over her.

“Okay,” she whispered, “just Braxton Hicks. You’re not coming out yet. Mama needs to rest.”

But the peace shattered like glass.

BZZZT—BZZZT—BZZZT!

The emergency alarm blared overhead. The red lights spun furiously in the hall beyond the door. Her radio crackled violently to life:

“Multiple casualties incoming! Traffic collision. Severe trauma. ORs at max prep. ALL STAFF—report to Emergency immediately.”

She froze.

Her belly tightened sharply.

“No… no no no.” She sat forward, breathing through her nose. “I can’t just sit here…”

She grabbed her coat, pulled her shoes back on with effort, and hauled herself to her feet. Her lower back ached, and she swore the baby shifted lower with that movement. But her legs moved. She was still standing. Still strong.

Alina stepped into the hallway just as a blur of white coats and scrubs tore past her. The energy was already electric. Sirens screamed outside the ER entrance. Doctors were shouting orders. Trolleys wheeled past. She took off running, one hand holding her heavy stomach, the other gripping the edge of the wall as she joined the chaos.

She reached the ER just as the stretchers started rolling in.

A boy—about twelve—face bloodied, arm mangled. She knelt beside him immediately, checking his vitals, her breath shallow as her belly clenched again, deeper this time. The pain burned under her navel, but she forced her hands to stay steady.

“BP’s dropping,” she called to a young intern beside her. “Get fluids going now.”

They moved fast, adrenaline masking her discomfort. The room pulsed with motion, and she stumbled toward the next patient—a man with broken ribs, a cracked femur.

But as she turned him gently to examine his back, her knees buckled.

“Nnnngh—ah—” Alina clenched her jaw and staggered against the bed as a real contraction hit. Her belly went rock hard. Her thighs trembled.

Another nurse noticed. “Alina! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” she snapped, sweat already forming on her brow. “Help me stabilize his leg!”

But her body wasn’t fine.

Every step she took became heavier. Every breath shallower.

Her underwear felt damp. She ignored it.

Another patient—this one unconscious, bruised, pale. She moved around to adjust the IV—and froze.

Her belly dropped.

Like a weight descending.

Her baby had moved into position.

“N-No…” she whispered, gripping the edge of the bed. Her legs spread instinctively, hips straining to bear down as her body betrayed her. “Not now—please—”

A contraction slammed through her—real labor now. No question. Her knees shook violently. Her water hadn’t broken yet, but the pressure deep in her pelvis was mounting like a tidal wave.

The doctor beside her glanced at her. “Alina, you need to lie down. You’re—”

“I SAID I’M FINE!” she barked, louder than intended.

But then—

POP.

A gush of warm fluid spilled down her thighs, soaking her underwear and pants. She gasped sharply, grabbing the edge of the monitor cart for support.

Everyone paused.

She stood there, panting, soaked to the knees.

The next contraction hit like fire.

“AAAAHN—ah—ahh god—!”

Her knees buckled.

“ALINA!”

“I—” Her fingers clawed at the cart. “Don’t stop! Just… get that patient stable—!”

But her legs trembled so hard she could barely stay upright. Her breath turned ragged, coming in sobbing gasps.

The baby was coming.

She felt it—deep between her thighs, bulging lower, pressing fiercely. Her belly was hard, stretched to its limit.

And yet—she looked up.

The young boy she’d helped earlier was crashing again. His monitor flatlined briefly.

Alina growled through her teeth and stumbled toward his bed, dragging her wet steps behind her, one hand between her legs.

She leaned over him, chest heaving, as her body tensed violently.

Another contraction built, and this one pushed her.

“NNNNGH—AaaaAAHHh!!”

She trembled all over, her body locked in a full shudder. Her knees shook so hard she couldn’t stand. The pain ripped through her core.

“THE BABY—” she gasped, “he’s coming—out—nggh—”

Her pelvis tilted forward involuntarily. She dropped to her knees beside the boy’s bed as doctors rushed to her.

A scream tore from her throat.

“AAAAAAGHH—IT’S CROWNING—!”

They tried to help her lie back, but she grabbed the edge of the bed and pushed.

Her whole body convulsed. She sobbed, trembling from scalp to ankles as the baby moved down. Her belly quivered. Her thighs opened.

“HE’S RIGHT THERE—JUST ONE MORE PUSH! NNNNNGHHH—Aaaaaah—AAAAHh—”

Her vision blurred. Everything went white-hot.

Her lower back arched.

The baby’s head slid out between her soaked pants, forcing her legs wide. She screamed again, raw, loud, primal—startling even the other patients.

The head was out. Panting. Shaking.

Then one more push—

“NNNNNNNGGGHHHHHH!!!”

The shoulders twisted out, and the baby slipped into her pants.

The room went silent.

Alina collapsed backwards, bringing the baby against her chest, sobbing in both relief and exhaustion. Her legs were still trembling violently, birth fluid soaked into the tile below her.

The young boy’s heart monitor chimed—stable again.

The baby gave a cry. Alive. Healthy.

Alina laughed weakly, brushing damp strands from her forehead. “Guess we both saved someone today… didn’t we?”

Doctors kneeled beside her, already wrapping her in blankets, lifting her gently to a stretcher.

#my fav trope #a heavily pregnant medical professional shamelessly denying they’re in labour #inconvenient birth #clothing birth

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shhhsecretsideblog · 6 days ago

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Erin and Masie

“Of course, Masie had complete trust in her friend. Erin was just as nervous and excited as the mother-to-be, watching Masie waddle around her flat like a ticking time bomb. She couldn't have known the plans Erin was making. The depth of the fantasies she had. And now, this. A once in a lifetime opportunity with her utterly trusting best friend, who had become so beautiful, so sexy through her pregnancy. It was impossible to resist.”

A birth story co-written with @toomuchbirth [fpreg, birth kink, non-con themes. 6k words]

Erin and Masie had been friends for too many years to count. Too many nights out, holidays, break-ups, career changes, they’d been through it all together. Somewhere along the lines over the many years of friendship, each had confessed a curiosity, a fascination with pregnancy and birth. It wasn’t strange or unusual to them - the female body was capable of such incredible things, of creating and bringing life! Their interest was taken to another level when Masie fell pregnant after a holiday romance.

Erin had been amazing throughout the entire pregnancy - standing in for the would-be father at all appointments, antenatal classes, buying any unusual food she craved no matter the time of day. Whatever Masie needed, Erin would be there. Best friends, and now, soon to be parents.

When it came to the actual birth they had discussed all manner of options; hospital, maternity centre, home birth with midwives… so many options. Erin was more into the natural side of things, home births or even free-births, advocating how much better they were for both mum and baby. Given all that her best friend had done to support her during this pregnancy, Masie was easily persuaded into having a more relaxed and natural birth.

Masie was excited to experience first hand what it would be like to be in labour, to feel her body doing something so ancient and natural. She had felt all the subtle changes over the last few weeks of her pregnancy; the braxton hicks, the increased weight in her pelvis, the baby’s head burrowing down, getting into position. There was a wonderful mix of excitement and nervous anticipation about what was to come. Erin had been researching everything since the day Masie peed on a stick, and now her best friend was a self-educated expert in all things pregnancy. Which was a good thing since the pregnancy hormones seemed to make Masie awfully forgetful and unable to take onboard lots of new information.

Of course, Masie had complete trust in her friend. Erin was just as nervous and excited as the mother-to-be, watching Masie waddle around her flat like a ticking time bomb. She couldn't have known the plans Erin was making. The depth of the fantasies she had. And now, this. A once in a lifetime opportunity with her utterly trusting best friend, who had become so beautiful, so sexy through her pregnancy. It was impossible to resist.

The Braxton Hicks began to change. Get sharper, more noticeable. Erin had began staying the night, making sure that whenever it happened, wherever, she'd be right there, ready to help. And to enjoy.

It was so easy to be reassuring. Labor can take over a day, she soothed the soon-to-be mother each time she expressed anxiety about the increasingly frequent cramps. Erin timed each and every contraction, trying to keep the eager grin off her face as the time between dropped lower than a half an hour… lower than twenty minutes…

“Oooohhhh… Erin…..” Masie hummed softly, leaning against the kitchen counter and swaying her hips. “Do you think… these might be the real thing…?”

They were going about their day as normal, after a disturbed night of cramps and twinges that gradually had gotten worse. Luckily Erin had stayed over again and helped her through the uncomfortable night. It was now lunchtime, Masie pottering around her small kitchenette trying to find something to eat when another cramp rolled through her body. Erin was fast to her side, rubbing her back and helping her to breathe through the wave.

“Mmm…. these can’t be just braxtons any-anymore…” she said with a groan after the tightening peaked and began to ebb away.

“It seems to be getting serious…” Erin said calmly, gently, stroking her friends back and feeling her muscles clamping down. Every contraction had been carefully monitored, and the eager woman knew her best friend was entering transition.

Erin found herself aching just watching Masie tense up. Feeling her back pulling, body straining subtly, looking at the little number on her phone that read “eight minutes!” It was really happening… there was no going back.

“Hey… you know, Maise. With the contractions so far apart, have you thought maybe walking around would help? We could look at some last minute supplies at the store, try to find some stuff to make this a bit easier, help you feel more comfortable. And the gravity might make this speed up. Does that sound good?”

“Ooof— go out? Um….” Masie wasn’t sure. Before the contractions started the idea of being out in nature, attuning to the elements felt like a good thing. But now, the way her body felt so stretched and full, hours and hours of these consistent cramps… Masie was reconsidering her previous plan.

But then Erin had made a good point - that moving would help speed things up. Perhaps she should give it a go. She would have her best friend at her side, who had studied all about labour and childbirth in preparation for the pair to do this alone. Erin would know when it would be time to come back home to deliver the baby.

“Okay… if you think it’ll help. Should we… check my dilation before we go…? Just in case?”

“If you want.” Erin smiled, kneeling in front of her friend. Carefully, she lifted her friend’s skirt, and tugged the hem of her panties aside.

It would be the first time she’d be actually checking anyone’s dilation, getting to feel first hand the results of all those contractions. Masie was swollen and sensitive, her breath hitching as Erin’s fingers got closer. Blushing, Erin reminded herself that she had a job to do. Granted, she planned to do that job badly…

Carefully, slowly, she began to push two fingers inside of her laboring friend. The poor thing shuddered, let herself lean back, her fingers curling in Erin’s hair. Her fingers pushed deeper, deeper, she could feel the tension building inside of Masie.

Just as she reached the soon-to-be-mother’s cervix, she suddenly grunted and tensed. Erin bit back a moan, feeling her friend’s body clamping around her probing fingers. She felt her cervix, straining, pulling open. It already was so spread, further than she’d thought. Seven centimetres dilated already.

“That’s ok… let it out… I’m right here…” Erin purred, savoring the sounds and trembles running through her friend. “I know it hurts, but you don't have to be scared… you got a long while to go, you’re maybe four and half… five? I know it’s getting intense, but we’ve got plenty of time…”

Masie’s hands gripped both the kitchen countertop and Erin’s left shoulder as the contraction steadily increased. Tighter and tighter, muscles squeezing, drawing out a low hum from the pit of her chest. When it was over Erin removed her fingers, gently rubbing her palm up and down the outside of Masie’s thigh whispering encouraging affirmations.

“Thank you… hoooo… I can’t believe I’m barely half way there.” Masie softly said, her hands naturally moving over her dress to cradle the underside of her belly that somehow still felt taught. “We’re definitely going for that walk, let’s see if we can bring bubs lower and on her way.”

Masie didn’t bother getting changed to go out, but she did nip to the bathroom to freshen up. Riding out at least two more contractions by the sink. Erin was distracted, busy packing a bag for their outing. Masie would have questioned it but her mind kept getting pulled back to focus on her body with each frequent tightening of her womb. Eventually both friends were all set and Erin helped Masie waddle to the door of her apartment and out onto the street.

Each contraction was getting a tiny bit closer, and Erin could see that they were only getting more intense. Maise would stop for a few moments, eyes closed, making herself breathe steadily as her womb clamped down around the soon-to-emerge baby.

Slowly, steadily, Erin steered her best friend toward the park, holding her hand, reassuring her during contractions. Every time one ended, Maise would look to her birthing partner expectantly, and she would say how far apart the contractions were.

Or, at least, that is what the increasingly overwhelmed woman thought was happening. In reality, each lie, reassuring Maise that the contractions were still a good ten minutes apart, only made Erin more excited, more eager. It felt so good, looking at her timer and seeing “4 minutes” then “3 minutes” and smiling, telling her friend “you’ve got a good while to go, you’re probably still 5 cm still.”

All the while, she was savoring every whimper and moan that slipped from the laboring woman’s throat, the way her belly was visibly shrinking even under her dress, how she would whisper that it felt like the baby could just fall out, no idea how close she truly was…

It was getting harder and harder to walk normally, every step Masie took only served to compound the pressure between her hips. It felt like she was carrying a boulder in her pelvis; solid, round and nauseatingly heavy. Every time a new contraction arrived Masie would either brace against something nearby or use her friend as support. Her legs twitching wider and wider beneath her dress, hips rocking forward and back instinctively. Then, after it passed, Erin would lead her further around the park. It was important to keep moving apparently, to keep the momentum going and use gravity as much as possible.

Gravity was certainly doing its thing. Masie’s hand never left the underside of her belly, as if it needed physically holding up with how much pressure was squeezing through her uterus. It was painful, yes, but there was an ancient power pulsing through her veins - a process so natural and instinctual. Women had been giving birth since the dawn of time and now, Masie would truly know what that was like.

Her waters hadn’t broken yet, so she had no reason to doubt Erin’s guidance. Trusting completely in her best friend. They would simply walk around the park a little bit, and when the time got closer they would go back to Masie’s apartment for their home birth. That was the plan.

But the next contraction snuck up on her, the strongest yet, and Masie’s knees nearly buckled. She doubled over into Erin’s arms, panting as the muscles in her womb squeezed aggressively.

Erin bit her lip, seeing her beautiful friend struggling. Hey belly visibly shrinking. She checked the phone quickly. They were maybe a minute apart now, if that. This baby was coming extremely soon, it was a miracle Masie’s waters hadn't broken yet. “You’re doing so good… still about four or so minutes, it's harder to tell… plenty of time, I promise you, if anything they’re almost fluctuating… we’ve got plenty of time…”

It was time for the big gamble. If this didn't work, her best friend might catch onto what was happening and just like that, this perfect labor would slip away. The doula would be on her way, Maise would be trying to do everything safe and by the book, instead of the pure, primal, natural experience Erin knew labor and birth should be.

Taking a steady breath, Erin said “Just listen to your body. Don't fight yourself. It knows what you need. Whatever happens, just let me know what you’re feeling, but don't fight it, ok? This is a beautiful experience, and women have been birthing since the dawn of humans. Your body knows how to do this.”

Masie’s head nodded against her best friend’s shoulder, clinging on to Erin like a lifeline. The pressure was unlike anything she imagined, gigantic and irrefutable it waited in the wings, ready for its moment.

“E-Erin—” Masie stuttered, eyes scrunched and mouth open, panting desperately. “Oooof— the pressure— there’s just so much pressure!”

She didn’t understand it, the contractions were still only four minutes apart, Erin said they still had plenty of time. But the way Masie’s hips dipped and knees spread, every nerve and muscle in her body seemed electrified and focused in one direction - downwards.

Trying to steady her breathing Masie held her breath for a beat. Just a fraction of a second to regain control. But her strangled exhale turned into a low rumbling grunt, muscles unconsciously squeezing and bearing down with the pressure.

Erin grinned, stroking her friends back as the urgent, guttural sound slipped from her best friend. She could feel the muscles of her body tense, strain, could feel her body trembling with effort the woman clearly didn't fully understand the impact of.

“There you go… good… good, just like that… doesn't that feel nice? It must feel so right just giving into that pressure… don't fight it…” she fought to keep the excited quiver of desire out of her voice. It was really happening, really coming. She wondered if the head had moved, if she could feel the baby opening her deep inside…

But that was the joy of an indulgence like this. She wasn't sure, wouldn't know unless Masie told her. Asking could give too much away, so Erin just savored the feeling of her beautiful friend’s back muscles slowly relaxing as her breathing returned to normal. “Still four minutes, maybe a tiny bit less? Stuff is going slow hon, we still have time… you’re doing so good…”

Masie smiled, slowly standing on her own two feet and releasing her grip on Erin's shoulders.

“Mmm… thanks… doesn’t feel like it…. Ooooh… feels like the baby is about to fall outta me.”

Masie joked, her hand moving to hold the underside of the very low curve of her belly, bellybutton now practically pointing towards the grass.

Before they continued along the footpath across the park, Masie used both hands to hold her belly and moved her hips in large circles. No matter the angle, all she could feel was the boulder of the baby’s head in her pelvis. It was proving more difficult to accept Erin’s confirmation on how labour was progressing when that unyielding weight between her hips never granted her any peace.

“Mmmmgh…. Baby feels so low Erin…. I’m really not sure how much longer I can stay out here for….” Her words were breathy and almost a whimper, and she’d not even resumed their movement yet. Standing with legs wide and shifting her hips in an unconscious pendulous rhythm.

Erin blushed again. Seeing her friend so deep in the throes of labor… all she wanted to do was hold her, let her give in the way that the deceptive woman was sure was best for Maise. Savor her every push and groan…

“Do you… want me to check you again? I’m sure there’s a public bath nearby. We could slip in, and… only if you wanted, of course. I’d just need to remember where it is…”

Of course, she knew where the loo was. Knew Maise was too close to delivering to even notice. Erin could probably lead her to the middle of the market and she would barely notice… but she would never go that far. No, all she’d need to do is get them lost enough, but close to a quiet place for her bestie to deliver her baby…

Masie whimpered, holding her swollen middle as the next contraction washed over her. “Y-yes…. Oooohhhhh… I really think things have…. Ohhhh-god…. progressed….”

It took every ounce of strength within Masie to keep herself from doubling over right there in the middle of the park. But she didn’t want to draw attention to herself, didn’t want people to crowd around her or call an ambulance and ruin Erin’s birth plan. Her lips pursed, exhaling all the air from her lungs in a slow trembling breath.

The labouring woman curled over her belly, not quite doubling over but almost, and Erin quickly wrapped her arm around her waist to steady her.

“Ohhhh- shit—” Masie gasped, grunting involuntarily once more, and she felt something shift. The pressure between her hips spiking like a lightening rod.

“Mmm… good… things are going normally, I think… just let your body tell you what you need to do… don't fight it, good girl, just like that…” the groans were going right to Erin’s core, aching between her legs with arousal. It was a miracle that her friend hadn't pushed that last time, she was sure the urge must be eating at her. She kept doing everything she could to encourage giving in completely, to letting this baby come without even realizing it…

Using the hand around her hips, Erin guided Maise through the park. The contractions were down to a minute apart if not less, this baby could come any moment now… every few steps she could feel her friend tense all over again.

Looking around, Erin didn’t see any joggers or people immediately around. “Come on… the contractions still aren't too close, but I really should check now. We’ll hide behind a tree, and I can just check while you’re standing, ok?”

Masie nodded a whimpering noise of acceptance, cradling her belly and waddling with an obscenely wide gait. At the edge of the park was a thicket of trees, large old trunks reaching to the sky and creating a dome of shade with its leaves. Masie felt like she could barely stand, her womb spasming almost constantly, the spike of pressure never fading.

As her best friend guided her into the shade and around the first tree trunk Masie immediately took the chance to truly brace against something solid and firm. Staggering out of Erin’s hold the labouring woman planted both palms against the rough bark, pressing against it and jutting her hips backwards.

“Ooooooohhhh— nnnghh!” The trembling exhale ended with a gravelled strained noise.

“Oh god— Erin—” Masie gasped between primal noises “…I think… ohhhh no… it feels like I need to push—??”

Erin felt along her friends back. Her sides. Her hips, wrapping her hands around to feel her tensing belly. Holding her contracting bump and fighting to keep the husky arousal from her voice, the delighted woman all but purred “It’s just transition, hon. You’re getting really close now. But it could still be hours. You have time. Don’t be afraid to push honey, if you feel you need to, it's ok… let me just check you…”

Kneeling down as Masie let out a deep, guttural grunt of effort, Erin dragged her hand over her friends thigh, feeling the force going into her very real birthing push… it was really happening, it was coming any moment now, Erin could barely contain her excitement!

Carefully tugging her friends panties aside, she reached up, fingertips barely brushing her puffy, sensitive folds when…

A sharp, shocked sound came from Masie, and a moment later, warm, cloudy fluid poured from the soon-to-be-mother’s vagina, coating Erin's hand as she gasped in shock and desire. Her waters… they’d really broken, it was so close!

It felt like Masie’s whole entire body shuddered, a husky moan of pure relief escaping her throat as her waters finally gave way. Pulling in lungfuls of air, she tried to catch her breath, relishing in the miniscule break between contractions.

The utter shock and sheer relief of the release of pressure stunned the labouring woman into silence. Barely able to breath let alone speak to her best friend. But Erin’s presence remained close, her hands running up the side of her spread thighs, or holding her hips supportively. Knowing she was there, by her side through this was the only thing keeping Masie from spiralling.

The lull in pressure lasted barely sixty seconds, before every muscle in her body resumed its squeezing and contracting.

“E-E-Erin-! Check me— oh please check me— feels like it’s coming out— I really wanna push— it’s right there-uhhhhhh!!”

“Not yet, hon… not yet… fight it, fight… let me check you…” biting her lip and shivering at the ecstasy of it, Erin pushed her fingers into her friend’s birth canal. She could feel everything squeezing, straining. She could feel how hard Maise was resisting her body's desperate instincts.

Her fingertips pressed against something large, slick, even slimy. It was soft yet hard. Not her cervix, no… this was the head. The head of her baby. “Goddddsss Maise, yesss…” Erin moaned, before catching herself. “Y-you’re doing so good. Just a bit longer… be good for me…”

Erin let her fingers explore, caressing the head. Trying to find her cervix. Around the very, outer most edges, she felt something that might be the entrance to her struggling friends womb… but the head was pushing right through, she was birthing, right here and now.

“About… E-eight centimeters… so you’ve got a bit more. You just have to be brave, have to just listen to your needs, ok? Try not to bear down too much though, try to hold back for me…” she said, gently removing her fingers from inside her friend, and replacing her panties, eager to see the baby press into them.

Masie tried, really tried, to follow her friend's instructions. Her fingernails clawed at the bark of the tree trunk, breaths coming in fast and ragged, trying to hold off from nature's ancient instinct. It didn’t work. Without permission Masie’s entire womb clenched and pushed, hips tilting a fraction towards her friend, a barely audible rumble of effort rattling her chest.

“Nnnngh!!…. S-Sorry… I’m t-trying… I’m trying not to—” she croaked, trembling from head to toe.

It was too satisfying, giving in to that urge, it was calling her. With slightly more focus, Masie gave an intentional push, tentative and discreet, trying not to let Erin know… testing the waters a little. She moaned as her birth canal filled with the giant head of her child. “Oh god…..”

“Good… that’s right, don't give in…” Erin smirked, knowing all too well from the tightness of her body, the quivering of her legs and arms, that her bestie was bearing down, seeing if she would notice. She heard the moan and knew what it meant, what was happening inside.

“You’re doing amazing… lots of women in transition say they feel a phantom pressure inside, like something is coming out, filling them up… it's a normal step in the process. Just the contractions and hormones. You’re close but you still have a while to go. Just try not to push, you could hurt yourself.”

Meanwhile, Erin’s hands continued roaming, increasingly shameless. Feeling along her thighs and belly and back, savoring the pain and primal urgency gripping her friend. Her breathing grew heavier, increasingly excited by what was happening, how well it was going. And poor Maise didn't seem to suspect a thing.

It felt like an unstoppable tidal wave of pressure. Masie hissed through her teeth, drawing in oxygen and then releasing it shakily with a grunting push. Her legs were twitching beneath her dress, her arms trembling as she braced her weight against the tree. Erin said she still had two centimetres to go, Erin said this was only phantom pressure. Masie’s eyes rolled under her closed lids. She was so full.

Before she could utter any words Masie’s body was bearing down fully, primal and completely out of control. That phantom pressure was so low, she could almost feel it against her lower lips. Something heavy, round, pressing against her sensitive labia. But that couldn’t be right. She wasn’t even fully dilated!

“E-Erin— it feels— oh I think I’m— oh god— uhhhhhh!—”

“You’re doing amazing! You’re so beautiful hon, this is incredible… look at you go, laboring so well… let me just…” Erin had felt a shift in her friend, something had happened. She lifted Masie’s skirt again, looking between her legs… and gasped.

She couldn't help herself, the sound just escaped, awe and wonder and NEED. She reached out, cupped the bulge that had formed in her friends underwear. The head… the head was right there, barely inside her. Gently, carefully, she snuck a finger through the elastic on the edge, caressing the straining, tight lips and folds… slipping a fingertip in…

It was right. There. The slimy head she’d felt before was just barely in her entrance, not even far enough for the tip of her pinky to fully enter. Erin groaned, blushing, aching between her own legs. She WANTED to tell Masie to push, to crown this baby right into her palm, let her feel her perfect body opening. Instead, she carefully moved her hand, withdrawing, making sure the damp underwear were back in place, and let her other hand drift down, between her own legs.

“You’re doing amazing…” she managed, barely able to keep her voice steady. “Everything is going just how it's meant to. It's almost time, I think. Do you want to try to head back to the house now? We should have plenty of time to make it, call everyone. Your baby isn't about to start opening you up on the next contraction…” Her speech had gotten more breathy, she couldn’t pull her eyes away from that amazing bulge, knowing that she wouldn't be leaving this hiding space behind the tree before the baby was born, let alone getting home.

“Just try to fight the urge a bit… don't push… don't you dare push yet, Masie…”

“B-but Erin I— I don’t think I can m-moooooove—” Masie shuddered, a sudden lowing sound coming from the depths of her belly as her muscles contracted once more.

She wasn’t actively pushing, but by god she could feel something moving, something sinking steadily lower and lower. Masie’s body acted of its own volition, knees softening as her hips moved down with another push. When she released her unconscious efforts, that pressure, that bulge slipped back inside and she moaned at the feeling. The constant heavy weight, being on the cusp of something so primal and instinctual, her only reaction was a growling sound of fullness.

Erin could almost swear she saw the crotch of Masie’s panties move. A tiny tenting of the fabric during the last contraction. Her finger caressed her own womanhood as she speculated over whether it was just her lips pressing against them, or the head spreading her.

“Good… let it all out. Just don't let yourself bear down. The contractions aren't any closer yet, this should break soon, give you a rest period. You just have to ride out this cluster, ok? You just- oh, gods, Masie… yesss, you’re so brave, so beautiful…”

She couldn't help herself. This was such a stunning event. As another contraction gripped her friend, she stared, transfixed, waiting for the smallest sign of progress…

“They’re— they’re not letting up—” Masie whimpered, her fingernails digging into the bark of the tree trunk. “Feels like—it’s—right—there!”

Masie was panting, hanging on by a thread to her resolve. The idea of moving, of walking all the way back home, seemed like a pipe dream. She felt her muscles clench downwards again and she squeezed trying to stop her body from pushing. A lengthy breathless moan came rattling from her throat as her underwear bulged once more, her efforts to hold back spectacularly failing.

“Oh yesss hon… yes, so good, just like that…” Erin could see it. There was a little wet spot in Maise’s crotch that grew as the fabric tented, straining around something filling it. The head of her best friends baby.

It has all gone perfectly, Erin’s deepest fantasy was unfolding before her very eyes, for real. “Don't hold back, hon… this is natural, beautiful… this is how it's meant to be, keep going babe, you're doing so good…” her pleasure and satisfaction only grew as the scared moan rose into a deep, primal grunt of raw effort and pain. “Yes! Yes yes, let it out for me, let it all out, you’re so beautiful!”

“Oh god— Erin! I need— I need to push— I think it’s coming out of me—”

Masie frantically shouted, her hips rocking forward and back instinctively, knees bending slightly to widen her pelvis. Subconsciously making more room for the emerging baby.

“I don’t— I don’t think we have time— to go h-h-home…. I can’t hold back any more—”

Drawing in a trembling breath, Masie braced against the tree and widened her stance, her dress now bunched and resting on her flattened back. She couldn’t do it anymore, could no longer fight the call of nature. She simply had to push. Submitting to something she couldn’t put into words, Masie gave a low rumbling roar of effort as she pushed intentionally.

It didn’t matter if Erin kept up the act or not. This baby was coming, right here and now. Behind this tree in the middle of the park, right into her underwear. It was perfection.

“Don’t fight it anymore, that’s it! Puuush, big push for me, let it come! You're doing so good! You’re so beautiful, so perfect, just listen to your body!”

The wet bulge grew, the white fabric darkening with amniotic fluid as the head crowned wider. Erin imagined what her best friends vagina must look like under her panties, her vagina opening in a teardrop, slowly spreading to an O as she grunted and pushed. The leg holes of her underwear began to stretch as the head emerged, and from the right angle Erin could now see the hairy, glistening head of the baby through the gap of the elastic.

“So good, just like that.. please, keep pushing for me…” it felt so amazing, the laboring woman’s friend couldn't stop herself. She could feel an orgasm coming as the baby just kept inching down and out.

“Nnnnghh!!— fuck— it’s coming— it’s actually coming out of me…” Masie gasped, taking a ragged breath in a lull between pushes.

She could feel burning, the stinging at the apex of her thighs. Masie’s chest hitched as her nerve endings were set alight with the stretch and fullness. The baby’s head perfectly nestled between her folds, behind her sodden underwear, only partially crowned.

Masie hummed and moaned between contractions, swinging her hips left to right. “Oooooohhh— ohhhhhh….. c-can you see it…can you see the h-h-head? It f-feels like it’s close already…” She was leaning too far forward to remove her hands from the tree, unable to feel what progress she might have made, or verify how close her baby was to arriving.

“Oooooh— here it comes a-again— I— I dunno what to do— I need— oooof— I need to—unnnghhhhh!!!” Masie was lost to instinct once more, knees buckling into a partial squat as her uterine muscles clamped down and pushed hard.

“I can see it, yes! It's sooo big, crowning you wide. The bulge of that head… you’ve been pushing so good for me…” Erin heard the panic in her friends voice, her words becoming frantic, jumbled, and responded “just keep going! Your body knows how to have this baby! Let it come out, let me see you push, birth it for me, right here and now!”

Masie was stuck, unable to move, barely able to get oxygen into her lungs before pushing again. And again. And again. Each push brought the head out just that little bit more, straining her underwear a touch further. “Nnnnghh—I can’t— I can’t do it— it’s too big!— ooooohhhhh….” Not enough space. Too wide, too full, too stretched. Masie trembled from head to toe, rising up on the balls of her feet and sinking her hips down in a desperate attempt to end the pain.

The poor thing squatted deeper, not even realizing how much those pure, base instincts were taking her over. Erin caressed the emerging head, seeing the head emerging more as she strained with all her might. “Don’t stop! Don't stop, I know it hurts, I know it's so bad… there is nothing else you can do now, you have to let it come! Push! Push it out, oh yes!”

The head surged forward, bursting free with a spurt of fluids, her panties bagging, straining, clinging tight to the newborn. Erin made no effort to make space, seeing the band around her friend's hips tug down at the sudden arrival of the head. She was too lost in the taboo delight of it. She let out a grunt of her own, “Masie! Yes! Push!” And then she was lost, caring about nothing but the pleasure and the sight of this baby coming into the world, whether her friend was ready or not.

With the head born so suddenly, Masie gasped for air and lowered her heels to plant her feet firmly on the ground. “W-w-what just— is it— is it out-?”

The words came out in a shocked whispered stutter. Masie was scared to let go of the tree trunk she was bracing against, but there was something between her legs, something big and round and slimy. In the gap between contractions, her body getting a brief reprise, Masie managed to release one hand from the tree and it shook as she lowered it between her thighs.

Coming down from her climax, Erin took her friends hand, guided it to where it needed to go. Cupping her soaking wet panties, nudging her fingertips through the straining leg hole so she could touch the dripping head of her baby.

“The head is here. It's so close now, you’re almost done. Just one or two more big pushes. You can do it, the shoulders are just about to come out, the whole baby is here. You're doing beautifully.” She watched her friend explore the state of her body. She could only imagine how it must feel, touching her wide open privates, feeling this new person emerging from inside her body.

“Whoa…. That’s… that’s my baby…” Masie muttered under her breath, stunned, reaching around her belly and feeling the slippery sphere of the baby’s head between her thighs.

“You have to be brave. For me and the baby, ok?” Erin coerced, while still making no move to tug down the laboring woman's underwear. The wanted to see the raw force of birth force them down, see them slide to her thighs or knees from the sheer weight of emerging life. She was on her knees next to her friend, hands in place to catch the child she knew would be born very soon.

Masie’s mind was struggling to catch up with what was happening. One minute she was labouring with the support of her best friend in the park, the next thing she knew was the feel of her child’s head stretching and emerging from her womb. Her hands withdrew from between her legs abruptly, a groan slipping from her mouth as the next contraction thundered down the track towards her.

“Ohhhhh no…. Uhhhhhh… it’s happening again….” Masie’s words were cracked, hitching with the all too familiar pressure, and she bent forward once more with her palms pressed against the tree trunk.

“Mmmmghh…. I think… I think I have to push again-?” The labouring woman groaned, asking her friend, needing the guidance and support as the intensity spiked to such levels she could barely think.

“You do, Masie. You need to push so badly.” Erin coaxed, smiling contentedly, her voice filled with simmering lust and contentment. “You're ready. It's happening, there's no stopping it, sweetie. Push for me, don't fight it. Push this baby out…”

The desperation of her best friends words shivered through the deceptive woman, delighting in the situation she’d brought to life. This last moment was a final indulgence, a moment she would remember forever. She could see her friend tensing, hear the guttural moan raising in her voice.

“Here it comes… don't fight… it's time! Push! Puuush!” She urged, seeing Masie react to her words, needing this baby out. It was all so worth it…

Erin’s gravelled words prompted a raw reaction from Masie’s body. Baring her teeth and sinking her hips down, Masie gave a thunderous push, grunting low and slow with the strenuous effort. The burning stretch returned so quickly she gasped, shoulders pressing against her delicate opening.

“Oh god— Erin— it’s—it’s coming— h-help me— catch it— oh fuck—”

She couldn’t stop. Over and over the desperate primal instinct to deliver this babe completely took over her body. Hissing each inhale Masie pushed and pushed, squatting lower and wider, straining to bring forth her child. No matter the location or the situation, the need to give birth was absolute.

Pop—! One shoulder slipped out, then another. Masie gasped, but couldn’t stop her muscles from squeezing and pushing, couldn’t take a break, couldn’t rest. This baby was slipping out right here and right now into her underwear.

“Good, keep going, keep going, She’s here Masie she’s here!” The sensation of wet, hot motion overwhelmed the new mum, the body emerging in a rush. Erin watched as her panties slid down her body, her deep squat shifting them so the baby almost tumbled out…

But Erin was a good friend, after all. She caught the baby, held it safe against her as her best friend trembled and sobbed and tried to gather herself, to even process what had just happened.

Holding the baby out, Erin whispered, awe in her voice “it’s a girl… you have a baby girl hon… you did so good, you were beautiful…”

#birth kink #birth denial #birth fic #clothing birth #inconvenient birth #public birth #birth fiction #my writing

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They watch as you waddle, one hand braced into your lower back while the other cradles your gravid bump, wondering how you’re still working in your condition. The way your chest hitches with every laboured breath, grimacing from just how extremely pregnant you are, looking full term at least. They’re impressed, how you’re still working in the office, carrying on despite the frequent cramping. So dedicated to your job as you huff around the office.

My belly is hanging so low, didn’t even realize how much it dropped until I stood to walk around, there is no way people aren’t looking at me.

#birth roleplay #pregnancy rp

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shhhsecretsideblog · 8 days ago

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So, wild true story, if you can believe it. This happened to me about an hour ago as of this posting.

Walking home. Van drives passed. There is a large black man. No shirt, dripping wet, soap in hair. Passenger seat has a white tomboy-looking woman. One hand pressed against the roof. They slow down in front of me, it's a turn.

"Oh god it's so low... Fuck! It's right there!!!"

The guy turns and looks at her. "Don't push yet, we're headed to the hospital!"

They're driving, and she just *screams* "I HAVE TO, IT'S COMING OUT!!!" and the guy is going "no no no!"

Then they were gone, down the street, about to become parents. Maybe she was just panicking, maybe it was crowning. I'll never know if they made it to the hospital or even if she was really giving birth.

But one can hope.

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shhhsecretsideblog · 10 days ago

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Something that turns me on in birth kink fics/writing/art and stuff is the DIALOGUE. I like the partner saying to push, and come on just a little more, breathe, etc. I love the birther saying that it's so big, it's coming, it hurts, etc. I love "it's so lowwwwww" and "it's coming ouuutttt." I love "I can't, I can't do it, oh my god." I love when they scream and curse and even cry. I like the grunts, the pants, the incomprehensible mess, the panic.

I absolutely love "I have to puuuuuuush!!" With such urgency. I love the "OOOHHH" and "MMMPHHHHH"s.

Like yes, narrate what's happening to you. I want the characters to talk me through what they're feeling, thinking; get specific with it. Super descriptive.

"Ohhhh my god, the baby is coming out. Oh shit, the head, the head is– oh my god I can see it. I'm so full, it's so– AGH it burnsssss!!!" Like that's my favoriteee.

"You look like you're having a contraction. Oh, okay, oh you're pushing. Baby, let's get you into the bed or something, okay? You're literally giving birth, right now. Don't tell me you're not, you're literally pushing, I can see you. You're grunting and your belly is hardening. Baby, come on. Babe, I– ooookay I think you need to take off your pants, oh my god you're crowning. I think you're crowning." Like unff give me that.

"Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" Even just that tells me so much about what's going on and how badly it hurts. The timing, the emphasis.

That's just the hottest thing for me.

#it’s the dialogue from the partners pov that gets me #watching as their partner bends to brace against a piece of furniture #their body acting on pure primal ancient instinct #combine this with a casual birth setting is just chefs kiss #oh babe you’re doing this here aren’t you? they’d say as their partner releasing the lowest rumbling grunt

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Good girl you're doing great, keep pushing, if you can feel the head that's a good sign.

I-I think he might be too big! I need to push harder, his head won’t come out-hoo-nghhhhh it’s right there I can feel it.

#I’m so gutted the OP deleted their account #this roleplay birth was so good

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shhhsecretsideblog · 13 days ago

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Alright as your contractions are now 4 minutes apart I'd start properly pushing now, nice deep breaths and then push as hard as you can ok?

I can feel the head!!! It’s pressing down on my opening-I-I can feel the ring of fire

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Never Would’ve Expected

Brooke loved her job, as a midwife she got to help people bring their babies into the world, she always loved going into work and today was no exception. She had woken up with an ache in her back and cramping in her belly, assuming it was just her period, she had pushed the thought aside and headed into the hospital for her shift.

As the day went on, the pain was persistent, the ache always there, the cramps slowly getting worse. She was between patients, one having just delivered, another not too far off as she was leaning against the counter of the nurses station, wondering if perhaps she should go get checked, maybe it was her appendix? She straightened as her friend and colleague, Sam approached her, an obvious look of concern on her face. “You don’t look too hot, you ok?” she asked, Brooke quickly nodded, letting out a breath, “yeah, I’m fine. I’m just sore today.” She hoped to assure her. If she could just make it through to the end of her shift, she could sneak through to the ER on her way out. Before Sam had a chance to question her any further, she was called away, her patient needing her.

Another beautiful baby delivered and Brooke knew she wasn’t going to finish her shift, she was crouched in the hallway, hands wrapped around her middle as the pain returned, worse than before. “Brooke!” She glanced up as she heard Sam rushing toward her. “It hurts so much.” She told her, even as the pain faded, she still ached as she pushed herself up on shaky legs. “Let’s take a look at you, come on hun.”

Thankfully it was a rather quiet day on the labour and delivery ward, meaning there was an empty room for them to pop into. With Sam’s help, Brooke laid down on the bed, explaining how she had woken up with the ache in her back and the worsening cramps, “sounds like labour, I know.” Brooke told her, they both saw enough to recognise the similarity in her symptoms. She was expecting to hear Sam laugh as the nurse felt her belly, but when she looked at her, all she could see was a frown on her face.

“Do you mind if I bring Etta in? I just want a second opinion.” Sam asked her calmly. Brooke could only nod, worrying now as she watched her run out the room. Sam returned with Etta as she was clenching her fists, the pain returning, it took everything she had not to let out a cry until it finally passed. Etta’s check was quick, and as the two nurses shared a nod, Brooke wasn’t sure what to expect. “Well, we‘re pretty certain you’re pregnant. And in labour.”

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. “No, no way. It’s not possible. I would have known. I’m a midwife. I can’t be….” Like a flash, she suddenly remembered a night, months ago, a one night stand with a handsome man whose last name she had never gotten. Covering her face with her hands, she continued to shake her head. “We need to do an ultrasound to confirm but we’re confident, you’re having a baby today.” Sam told her quietly as she rubbed soft circles on her back.

The next twenty minutes passed in a blur, only interrupted by contractions as Brooke suddenly became the patient. Looking at the screen, the frozen image from the ultrasound still up, she would have laughed at the irony if she weren’t still in shock. She was having a baby. She was aware that cryptic pregnancies were more common than people realised, but she never thought it would happen to her, she had always assumed her training meant she would recognise the signs. But her periods had never been regular, she’d only gained a little bit of weight, no early symptoms, she hadn’t even felt anything. It all felt like a strange dream.

“Ohhhhh, hhhhngggh!” She groaned deeply, she was only getting a few minutes between contractions, it wouldn’t be long now. The pain grew, her belly tightening until the contraction reached its peak and slowly began to fade as her muscles relaxed.

“You holding up?” Sam asked kindly, Brooke quickly reached for her hand, relief flooding through her when her friend held onto hers tightly. “I always wanted kids.” She admitted with a laugh, “didn’t think it’d be like this.” The two shared a quiet look before Sam was wrapping her arms around her. “I know it’s unexpected and it’s scary, but we’re all here for you, you’re not alone.” It was a promise Brooke knew she could trust, the fear no longer feeling quite so overwhelming.

She reached two minutes between contractions when she realised she was still in her scrubs. Despite everything, they hadn’t managed to examine her dilation, not that Brooke felt it necessary when she quickly shifted. “I feel a lot of pressure.” She moved quickly to pull her trousers and underwear down, getting them off just as her water broke, bringing with it another painful contractions. “Hhhhhnnnnngggggggh!” Shifting into a squat on the bed, Brooke couldn’t stop herself from pushing, feeling as if her body was demanding it.

She stopped only when the contraction passed, leaving her panting as she slipped her fingers between in her legs, slipping them inside to check her own cervix, her colleagues turned birthing team, laughing quietly among themselves. “Definitely ten. Fully effaced.” Sam slipped behind her, helping to support her in this position. “Good job honey. But we need you to be the patient now, okay?” Brooke nodded, resting her head back against her shoulder. “Okay. I can do that.”

They stayed there quietly, Etta know settled between her legs, Sam whispering encouragement in her ear when the pain built again. With it, she was bearing down, the need to do so taking over as she felt herself stretch. Contractions came and went, her labia stretching as the head moved further forward before coming to a full crown. “Fuck! That burns.” Brooke cried out, panting heavily as her legs shook. Another contraction hit and she pushed, the head so close to being born.

As the pain passed, Brooke leaned heavily into Sam, eyes closed as she breathed deeply. “Can I sit? On the edge of the bed?” She asked softly, her legs couldn’t hold the squat much longer and while she knew they were happy to help someone change position during birth, it was different when it was her. With a whispered of course Sam and Etta quickly helped her into the position she needed to be in, and just in time as she let out a cry, her muscles clamping, forcing her into a another push, the head emerging completely into Etta’s hands.

“You’re doing so well, you’re so close and the cord is completely clear.” With Sam still behind her, supporting her. Brooke leaned into her chest, grasping at her hands as she pushed into another painful contraction. “Anhhhuggghhhh!” She cried out with one final, big push the room was suddenly filled with the familiar cries of a brand new life. “It’s a girl!” Etta said excitedly as the newborn was placed onto Brookes chest. “Hi baby. What a surprise you were.” She whispered, looking at her daughter in awe. “And to think…” she started, a smile on her face. “I thought today was just going to be another day.”

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I went to the library for some alone time and decided to go into those small rooms for studying. All of a sudden, I have the urge to push. I don’t know why. I continue to read my book and ignore it. I get the feeling again. “What’s happening?” I whisper. The librarian walks in to tell me they’re closing. She notices I’m in distress and asks is everything ok. I tell her “I don’t know…my body feels weird” I look down at myself. She walks always and 5 minutes later all the lights turn off, except for my room. “Oooh gosh….why does it feel like something needs to get out….aaaah”. The librarian walks back in “oh my…..what’s goin on”. I get up trying to stand with my legs apart. I heavy breath saying “I have to push. It feels like something is inside and wants to come out, aaaaaah something big” I grunt. I hold on to the table and my body starts pushing and I start screaming. She stands there staring at me. I tell her “please go find help uuuuuuuuh I’m puuuuushing again”. She says “there’s no help, it’s just us. Sit on the edge of the table”. I stare confused. “You’re in labor sweetie”. “No, I can’t be” I say while pushing again. “There’s nooooo uuuuh mmmm way”. She says “I see a bulge”. I tell her “please….pleeeeeasse call for helllllllp!” I scream. She smirks, “I’ve always wanted to watch someone push”. She grabs my legs and pushes them back and says “bear down and push hard”. I have no choice. I cry “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”. She says, “I can see it, it’s an egg, a very big egg”. “Oooooooo it hurts, it’s toooooo aaaaaaaahhhhh biiiiiiig!” I moan and grunt. She says “big push, push hard, be as loud as you want it’s just us”.

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I'm not sure if you are still doing this challenge but hope you have fun!!!

Need to Finish

At 38 weeks pregnant with twins, Valerie should have known better than to strain herself. Her huge, torpedo shaped belly, barely contained by the denim overalls she struggled for an hour to pull on, hardened beneath her palm. The head of a baby sat heavily right on her cervix as she lent against the wooden dresser she'd just spent the last hour moving into the nursery.

Val was going to be a single mother by choice, but her family was one of the best support systems she could ask for...until now. Her brother was supposed to help put together the nursery a week ago but everyday had come with a new inconvenience or excuse. At this rate her babies would be sleeping in frameless crib cushions.

Her brother texted her hours ago saying he would come over, but she didn't believe it and opted just to do it herself.

It was easy for the most part; hanging decorations, curtains...but the dresser was too much and there was still the cribs to put together.

Val's head sank as the contraction persisted, moaning low until it ebbed away. She righted herself with a labored breath as she rubbed smooth circles around the side of her mountainous orb. It would be fine, her waters hadn't broken yet so it would be just fine. Just needed to breathe and finish the room before it broke.

"Just...gotta wait as long as possible. It's ok, it's gonna be ok," Val nodded to herself.

Valeria spent the next few hours in a cycle - building a stroller and then baring through a contraction, filling a closet with baby essentials and then squating with the pressure, building one of two of her cribs and gritting through her back spasming with increasing frequency.

Eventually, a distinct, taunting feeling of needing to bare down with the contraction became ever present. Val groaned with a hand beneath her lowering belly and her other pressed against the crib she'd just finished.

"Fuuuuck, fuck, so looow," Val could feel something opening her in spite of her resisting the urge to push. She still had the last crib to build and her waters were still intact, she still had time. Nostrils flaring, Val continued.

Every movement made it harder to resist the urge to push. The pressure was hiking up to new peaks the more effort she put into building the crib - just lifting the cushion made her stop in her footsteps just to rotate her hips.

The contractions were only minutes apart by the time she got most of the final crib done.

Valerie squated to pick up the final side of the crib in the midst of the contraction, each inch she lowered intensifying the heavy pressure between her hips and the distinct feeling that her cervix was being spread wide. She felt so open that it felt as though the baby could just slip out. She wanted to just push, to give into the urge...maybe just a small one would be alright.

For just a second, Val bore down on the fleshy mass, moaning low as she forced it through her canal. It

The increase in pressure shocked her out of the hypnosis that was birth. Val shook her head, ceasing the action, and began to rise with the side in her hands. "Not yet, gotta finish this crib-ouuhh....ough...AH!"

A sharp release shot through her. The floorboards and Val's pants quickly became drenched with the contants of the sac she'd felt within her. The head of her first forced its way down into her canal now that the sac was no more. In an instant, her instincts to push took over, driving her to deepen her squat and her first baby was sent barreling through her canal. Her nails dug into the wood of the crib. Her legs, already wide, spread further as her body coaxed the baby through her with haste.

"No, no, no, it's too fast!" Val moaned, her taut belly taking on an uneven, box-like shape.

The contraction waned, leaving her wide stanced and heaving with a baby resting just against her vaginal opening. The urge to bear down greater than ever, Valerie panted just to keep herself upright.

She looked down at her oblong belly and the remaining materials for the crib. "I-i can finish it...need to finish it..."

Determined to get things done before they arrived, she forced her soaked legs to move. Contraction after contraction twisted her womb, forcing her gait wider and the bulging head to further open her. She lined up the siding of crib to the sound of fluid dripping idly from growing bulge in her overalls. She would dip to pick up a screw and feel the denim press the baby back into her canal just a bit only for it to resettle back into swollen pussy when she stood up right. Over and over this happens, making her voice rise in a desperate pitch and her eyes to go as wide as saucers.

Tears streaked down her face as the urge became more maddening to resist.

"C'mon, just a little more- haaaahaaahaaaaaaagh," Val twisted the final screws into the crib.

The crotch of her overalls tightened as the crown grew.

With trembling hands and heavy deep breaths, Val secured the final screw into place and a merciless contraction took control of her body.

Without the will to resist, Val fell to her knees and then to her back as her body forced her baby to crown against the unforgiving fabric of both her panties and her overalls.

Valerie unclasped the shoulder straps of her denim overalls and attempted to shove the waist band off of her. Her strangled cry echoed in the completed nursery as she tugged on her unfit clothes.

The overalls didn't budge and neither did the baby.

She couldn’t close her legs - not enough to get the overalls down her thighs easily. Using all of her strength, she cried out and pushed both her baby and the overalls down legs. The yawning crown burned furiously with each passing moment it was restrained from releasing.

"Get off of me! I need em out, I NEED EM OUT!" Val voice cracked.

It was a matter of centimeters and she was making the space.

Valerie got the denim and her panties down to just above the mid thigh The head shot free from the grip of her flesh. Her mouth went wide at the release and then at the turning...then the shoulders...all rapid from how long they were kept inside.

In a torrent of built of fluid, the first of her babies slid and fell into the ruined fabric of her overalls. Valerie fell back on the floor, chest heaving, taut belly still stiff and full. It was just good to feel empty for a moment.

"Oh god...gotta call an-FUCK," Val had tried to rise off her back to get her first born, but the second wasted no time in bludgeoning it's way through her.

Valerie fell back to the floor in a spasming mess. The sides of her belly collapsed on eachother in the midst of the contraction. In no time, the second baby spread her open. Val, no patience for resistance anymore, bore down on her baby until she felt the burn. As the contraction began to rnd, Val pushed harder on her child. Head, shoulders and torso slid out next to the first with a flush fluid in a final effort.

Val finally had complete relief from the pressure.

Belly sufficiently deflated, sweat drenched, hair stuck to her skin, clothes soiled, and engorged tits aching, Valerie bent forward and took both of her babies out of the mess that was her overalls, bringing them to her chest. Immediately, her touch made them squirm and squeal.

A loud banging echoed through her house over the cries of her babies.

"Hey, Val, open the door! We gonna get this nursery nice ready for the new family!" Her brothers boisterous voice echoed through the front door.

Val could only groan in response as her babies whimpered into her chest.

#okay but why are overalls / dungarees such a good item of clothing for a clothing birth #another sublime story by one of my favs #birth denial #clothing birth #birth kink #birth fic

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