#Public Delivery

[dontpushbaby]

You're sitting in my lap, arms slung around my neck, face buried into the curve of it. Your swollen stomach pressed against my own flat one, allowing me to feel your belly getting impossibly tense and tight as another contraction takes over you.

You moan desperately, squirming in pain. I can tell the urge to finally push is getting unbearable. But you try to be good, to hold back - you promised it. To ignore the burning pressure between your legs - your body is screaming at you to give in, to disobey me. But you won't, you're so good for me.

I know you want to push but not yet. Hold them in a little longer, baby.

[stupidlypregnant]

got this idea when reading one of your posts. Lmk if want it continued and feel free to add whatever darl 🤍

You’re overdue and your belly has become a particularly sensitive area. One brush along your midsection has you soaked and hard. You’re so horny that anything rubbing up against it get you going, tight clothes shifting up and down your stomach makes you blush and whimper. I of course love to tease you. so one day I take you to a crowded station to get back home. It’s hard for you to walk, waddling from the shop back to the train your hips and aching. Not to mention the pressure of all those babies wanting out. Being so overdue your belly hangs low and large, distended from the numerous babies and the contractions rippling through it. But you have no thoughts about these aches and pains as someone comes up to us and congratulates us on the pregnancy, rubbing your belly, your eyes go wide and your cock hardens. Trying your hardest not to moan at the sensation as wetness pools between your thighs. Catching on i lead you to the train where people are grazing your stomach as they hop on and off the train, causing desperation within you like you’re going into heat. Gently moaning into my ear we sit down on the train in a secluded area and I take a look at you. Breathless, flushed and panting. All the while your cock is straining against your pants, throbbing as you squirm in your seat. I decide to act clueless and instead rub your stomach just to send you into overdrive but as I do we go over a bump and the babies shift lower down and a contractions rips through you for the upteenth time today. These are Bracton Hicks, it’s actually labour darl. What are we gonna do? You’re horny out of your mind and i think you’re in labour….

God, I love this. You're so mean. Just the thought of being so pregnant that my belly's so sensitive 🥺

Being in labor would make it even worse. All the cramping and squirming inside combined with your hands rubbing all over it. You'd make me such a mess I'd be falling apart right there in public ...

[notbecauseofvictories]

I know my experience is not universal, but I biked 5+ miles to do my errands today and I genuinely think we'd be much happier as a human collective if we increased residential density and switched to largely alternative modes of transportation.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

hi!!! can you write me a story about a girl who is pregnant with twins and is a twitch streamer, when she starts showing signs of labor, she immediately starts the stream and people watch her. The whole thing goes on for a day since the babies are really big, at one point the girl goes to the shower to give birth and on the bed.. everywhere. She keeps squirting making her tremble in pleasure, squirting and squirming everywhere. thank uuu

Ecstatic, I'll be busy I have three other prompts to finish but hey I can do this. Thank you! This'll also be a pretty average length story.

Desperate Measures

TW: 18+ Mature content, Minors DNI

The financial transaction was supposedly to be confirmed in nine weeks, those nine weeks was up and Diane contacted the client but was then met with dead static, no contact or response.

Infuriated upon the discovery, setting the phone aside as she laid back into the cushions cradling her bump sat between her plump thighs, crying in a rageful sorrow with a sour taste in her lips.

The moment was interrupted by twinges rising up her canal, scorching pains riddled with fast twitching inside her vagina causing her to gasp and nearly hurl herself over the table.

It cramped and twisted in untolerable pains, but had hints of hormonal tension that caused her a slight orgasmic gasping, curling over into a ball of mixed sensory pings, slowly fuzzing down.

An oversized mass of pressure tensed at the low underside of her massive bump, she treated it in soft and gentle curls around her sides to her hip feeling an unusual massive mass at her center.

Once recouperating herself, she got off the floor and waddled to her office room with a swinging ball that tensed in sore and taut warmths and a flurry of intense stings from the overstretched skin, feeling overfilled with water or heavy gas.

She opened the door, then plopped back into her gaming seat then being shocked with an eruption of cramps and shifting masses with pains enveloping her mound and hips.

Reasonably grunting, trembling at her knees until her bump then contracts visibly causing abrupt moans of mixed pains and pleasures, lifting her right leg as she feels a fluid rush out of her vagina, leaving her in trembling pains.

Soaked and in frequenting contractions, breaths shaky and shallow, eyes wide and dilated with a clenched fist on her left armrest and a clasped palm on her right, she begins to groan and feel the rushing mass moving towards her opening.

She endures the pain, holding up steady so she could just barely scramble her mouse around & begin a stream, each pain begins to slow her as she trembles not being able to hold longer.

Dropping her mouse, grasping onto her womb with an ergregious shriek of mixed feelings as she huffs and begins rushing with more fluid, squirting all over the wooden floor.

Her vagina begins to tremble, she holds up her legs and begins to bear down with loud unusual moans "uhn! uuooooooohhh! *gasp* aaahhhnn" feeling a small bulge push into her canal and fill the cavity as she bucked forward and lodged it downward a little, disoriented from mixed pain and orgasmic pleasure whilst catching a breath.

While the pain still isn't paralyzing, she cradles the bump and shuffles the mouse and starts a livestream as she tugs off her clothes and then presents her full flesh, her skin was covered in drops of sweat, she slouched and pressed her heel onto the desks edge as she begins feeling contractions seized her buml into a stone.

Bearing down, she pushed her palms into the armrests and arches her back as she spreads open further, soon she shrieks with a running river of fluid continues to leak down her legs.

The chat then begins to go feral with comments, innapropiate or supportive it was an immensely packed comment section of people.

As she gets ahold of the camera, she shuffles it infront of her opening as she mumurs "I'm in so m- much Aaaaggghh!" the ecstacy fades and a lingering burn remains to torture, bearing down and visibly contracting, she gasps and begins to form a small bulge around her lips.

Diane props herself down, aims the camera at her bulging clit while she shifts to a bent over squat as her bump tightens and she shrieks in pain with the returning dwindled lust, squirting and with a wider bulge soon forming a burning crown, she takes time to rest with gasps of air.

Sweat drips off her chin, she aches and tries to endure the contraction but succumbs to bear down and is greeted with slow inching but then a rendered burn into her flesh, sliding backward as she finishes bearing down.

Many minutes passed and her crown was slowly progressing forward, no progress made and is in horrendous cramps and begins to stand up.

Holding the camera in her hands, aimed at her clit as she waddled over to the hallway slowly making onward but stopped at a corner to bear down, gripping into her thigh as the fluids spurt and the crown spread her wider.

Moaning in sealed lips, eyes filled with lust and tears of excruciating pain when the contraction goes she waddles forth and gets into the shower with the camera across the room.

Leaning against the wall, spreading her thighs open as the contractions crunch down on her and she begins to bear down, her nails pressed into the wall as her moans escaped with open lips, her body trembled and ached until part of the head lodged out of her.

Pressure piled on her canal, slowly inching the head out as she rocked her hips side to side & got onto her knees being unable to stand with the insane trembling, aches begin and she lets out a soft moan with a strained voice.

The bulge gets bigger until it bursts out a pool of fluid puddled under her knees, she cradled her bump and shifted forward with her palm pressed into the floor, her thighs slick with running fluids, back bent over as she bore down with the oncoming contractions.

Her clit was outstretched and made room for the large shoulders, they slid out and with a immense push, pupils constricted and bump fully tightened with a loud pained roar, the upper abdomen and then the baby plopped down between the proud mothers legs.

Diane caught the baby and pressed it against her chest, looking towards the camera with a onward flow of tears of joy, heaving in pain.

Looking at the time, it was 3:45 PM and the stream started at 6:20 AM as she waddled outside to the bedroom where the twin was progressing much faster than her sibling.

(---------------- ----------------- ---------------

It had fifteen minutes of swaying her hips to ease the larger twin into her canal, the twin dropped down fast and rushed to her clit.

Diane held her breath and gasped as she trembled with aches, the pain came and pushing with all her might as the bulge then widens to a crown, piercing with hot pain.

Groaning quietly as the crown was inching along with gravity, hitching with shallow breaths as an entourage of pain rushed in and she bucked her hips as the head and shoulders popped with an intense gush of fluid, disloging it further.

Afterward a disaster struck, the baby was stuck and it wouldn't come out even with each push & after eight hours, then did it finally come out.

Diane trembled and was emptied out, she fell on her side as she heaved and gasped for air as the baby perked up and began to wail, she let out the last of her tears joyfully enjoying the twins.

Also finally receiving the transaction which was late by nine weeks, it was due to oversea cargo and technical stuff and so took time off.

(Sorry, if this took long I was experiencing lack of creativity my apologies.)

(UNFINISHED READ LATER)

[pizzadares]

A Japanese wife does the delivery dare!

[reasonsforhope]

"A Ghanaian-English entrepreneur has designed an electric bike from the ground up that’s transforming short-range transportation in her home country, proving that problem-solving in Africa can be done in Africa, by Africans.

[Valerie Labi's] company, Wahu!, assembles each bike by hand, and they can travel up to 80 miles [128 kilometers] on a single charge. This means that a delivery rider for Glovo or Bolt can comfortably cover a whole day’s work without refueling.

Anyone who’s visited Accra, Ghana, in the dry season will remember the incredibly poor air quality. Poor roads mean that cars are stuck in second and third gears, and old cars traveling in second and third gears mean plenty of extra car exhaust.

Poor roads also mean exposed dirt, and exposed dirt means fine-grained dust. Combined with a lack of rain, the smog, dust, and car exhaust make the air in parts of the capital unfit for human health.

Wahu! bikes help alleviate all three of these problems, and despite her English nativity [Note: Super weird and unclear way to phrase it?] and education, the bikes were designed and manufactured in Spintex, Accra.

“By introducing electric bikes into Ghana’s transportation ecosystem, we’re not only providing a greener alternative but also offering speed and convenience,” Labi told The Mirror. “Our bikes are a testament to how service delivery can be seamlessly merged with environmental conservation.”

Valerie Labi is a true inspiration, and besides her transportation company, she got her start in the Ghanaian economy in sanitation. She holds a chieftaincy title as Gundugu Sabtanaa, given to her by the previous Chief of the Dagbon traditional area in the Northern Region of Ghana. She has three children, holds a double major in Economics and Sustainability from two separate universities, and has visited 59 countries.

Getting her start in Northern Ghana, she founded the social enterprise Sama Sama, a mobile toilet and sanitation company that now boasts 300,000 clients.

During her travels around the small, densely populated country, she also recognized that transportation was not only a problem, but offered real potential for eco-friendly solutions.

“It took us two years to effectively design a bike that we thought was fit for the African road, then we connected with Jumia and other delivery companies to get started,” she told The Mirror. “Currently, I have over 100 bikes in circulation and we give the bikes on a ‘work and pay’ basis directly to delivery riders.”

According to Labi, each driver pays about 300 Ghana cedis, or about $24.00, per week to use the bike, which can travel 24 miles per hour, and hold over 300 pounds of weight. The fat tires are supported by double-crown front/double-spring rear suspension.

The bikes are also guaranteed by the company’s proprietary anti-theft system of trackers. Only a single bike has been stolen, and it was quickly located and returned to the owner."

-via Good News Network, January 24, 2024

[9091xd]

I really want to give birth to very overdue twins in a inapropiate place

[dxvxx]

Well, Fuck.. Pt.2

"This is not happening." I whisper as I lean back against the wall, spreading my thighs more, my eyes rolling up as the baby drops lower.

"Mmhm... You hear me, baby? You clung in there for an extra week, you can wait a few more hours." I scold my bump softly, my hands still rubbing the sides.

I can physically feel him slowly dropping lower, and what should feel uncomfortable weirdly feels good.

Too good, all things considered.

I wait it out until he's fully settled, the pressure on my hips and lower belly intensifying tenfold and then take few deep breaths, willing myself not to panic and do something stupid like call William.

It's not like I'm in labor. My water didn't break, it's intact.

I'm fine.

Everything is fine.

And I'm determined to go about my planned day, ignoring the fact that my belly visibly dropped lower, my waddle more pronounced.

~~~

The first sign that should've clued me in that there's no way that's happening should've been when I stopped for gas.

I get out with difficulty, supporting my belly with a hand as I place my credit card and punch in the right kind and amount before grabbing the pump.

As I'm waiting for my car to fill up, I feel my bump tighten painfully, nearly making me double over.

"No, please, no." I whisper breathlessly, my eyes screwed shut tightly.

Once it passes, I straighten up, taking a deep breath.

Maybe this was a one-off.

It has to be.

That's what I repeat to myself a few minutes later when I get another contraction as I'm getting back into my car.

This one does make me double over and I almost knock myself out on the steering wheel.

"Uughh... God, let this be a joke my body's... ooohh... playing on me." I whine softly.

I get a couple more contractions while I'm driving with one hand on the wheel, the other rubbing my hardened belly desperately.

Yeah, this is not a joke. Or drill.

The second and most important sign that I should've listened to was when I waddled my way to one of the on-campus restrooms.

I step into the gender neutral one, not really caring, my mind more laser focused on the feeling of my bladder close to bursting.

I sigh softly once I've relieved myself and to my annoyance, stay on the toilet as I ride out another contraction.

I'm breathing heavily, letting out soft moans. The contraction has been longer than the other. I attempt to stand up and whimper when I feel a gush of water between my thighs.

This time, my moan of frustration is loud, feeling myself close to tears.

This isn't fair. None of this is fucking fair and-

"You okay in there?" Asks a low-pitched voice, knocking on the stall door.

I swallow the lump in my throat and force myself to reply, clearing my throat for good measure.

"I-I'm okay, thank-k... Ughh..." The sharpness of the contraction as it peaks cuts me off.

"You don't sound okay. Should I call one of the campus nurses?"

"NO!" I force myself to soften my voice before trying again, "I'm fine, thank you."

I bite back another moan, watching the little stall opening from the bottom as a pair of feet hover for a few seconds as if debating something before they walk away.

Thank fuck.

After that, I managed to make it to the exam hall without anymore alarming hitches.

I take a seat in one of the usual table arm chairs since nothing else is available, in the first row, in case I need to leave early. The table digs into my too big belly, and the seat is too uncomfortable, but I will see this through to the end.

Before I know it, an hour has passed.

An hour full of sweating, my thighs spread discreetly beneath the table, biting my bottom lip hard as my body goes into active labor.

I look up from my exam and to the clock on the wall as I feel yet another contraction rippling through me. I still have almost 2 hours and nowhere near done with the cursed exam.

I think I let out another small sound for the upteenth time, because the girl sitting next to me looks up and gives me a loaded look before she goes back to her exam.

I haven't dared to look at William, although I can feel his eyes burning a whole through the right side of my face.

The only time he's not watching me is when he glares at the two guys in the back row trying to copy off each other.

Before I knew it, another hour had passed, and I'm in a state of pure torture and bliss.

I'm in pain, yes, and all I want to do is spread my legs freely and let my moans free, but I'm also so turned on it's not even funny.

I had read about orgasmic labor, but I never thought I'd experience it personally. And I always thought it'd be a two person job, but nope, this is all me.

I shift in my seat, panting softly, the wooden seat feeling uncomfortably slick as I try to find some relief.

When that doesn't work, I slip my hand discreetly in and slip a finger inside, moaning softly in relief, which catches William's attention.

"Is something the matter, Ms. Hearst?" William's smooth but sharp voice pulls me out of my internal struggle as I snap my head up to him.

"N-no-ooh sir. I'm f-aahh-inee."

"Then stop disrupting your fellow students. If you're done with your exam, present it and leave." His tone has a finality to it, and I know he's pissed off because he can't do anything about the situation I put us in.

He's a little fucker for calling me out though.

I look at the time again, and I think about turning my exam in and leaving but I physically can't get up.

I honestly know that if I do, I'll drop down into a squat and won't get up until my baby is out of me.

And so, I bear it for the next remaining hour.

I clamp my legs, squeezing my fingers for all their worth, trying to hold off.

I can't quite hold back my soft moans even when the girl next to me glares daggers at me and stomps off as soon as time runs out.

William starts collecting the exams, and I don't care how I did or what I wrote as I hand it to him, looking up at him with desperation in my eyes.

He clenches his jaw and continues on, still keeping up the facade, and I stay seated until all the students clear out.

As soon as that happens and the door shuts behind the last student, I push the little table away from my body, spreading my thighs, my hand pushing my lacy underwear and finding my pussy in a second.

"Fuck, Will, he's... ooooofff... cominggg... uggghhh." I moan loudly, everything I've been holding back for the last three hours coming back tenfold.

To his credit, my man doesn't panic as he tries to lift me up.

"It's alright, sweetheart, I'll call your doula once we get to my car and-"

I'm not listening, though, as I shake my head. My legs refuse to cooperate as well, taking on a rhythm of their own as they rock back and forth in an attempt to alleviate the pressure or maybe find some pleasure.

We had arranged a doula for a private birth at the hospital, but without all the nurses and doctors around but the baby is coming NOW.

I tell him as much.

And so, without any more prompt, William runs to both sets of doors and locks each one before he runs to the windows and shuts the blinds.

[quinnmorgendorffer]

[konschmidt]

Winter goes on...

[dontpushbaby]

Hi, I'm male, 25, from Europe.

This was once a roleplay kinda blog but it was too unpersonal for me. I know it's always a kind of roleplay but I'm just here to knock up some pretty subs, fill their belly with life, see them struggle to carry my litter, watch them give birth for me. Or deny them to give birth. That's more likely to happen.

I will post and repost, answer asks and appreciate DM's.

This won't be a wholesome blog. Not in the first place at least. No positive or orgasmic birth, no lovely or cute stuff. Not scary either, don't worry. For me pregnancy, labor and birth are appealing because of the struggle. Because it's uncomfortable. Because it's a total loss of control. It's also sexual for me. So if that doesn't fit your idea, this isn't for you.

Likes:

❁ mpreg/ transpreg/ nbpreg/ fpreg

❁ breeding

❁ late stage of pregnancy

❁ hiding pregnancy

❁ uncomfortable pregnancy

❁ belly worship, massages

❁ multiples (max. 4, prefered 2 or 3)

❁ (long) overdue

❁ sex (in any forms) during pregnancy/labor

❁ praise and humiliation

❁ pet play

❁ lactation

❁ hiding labor/contractions

❁ long labor

❁ long crowning

❁ long birth denial (favorite!)

❁ inconvenient births

❁ kidnapping (no dark basement stuff)

❁ mild bdsm elements

❁ mild nonconsensual touching

❁ dominant/submissive dynamic

•

Dislikes/Limits/DNI: minors, intolerance, r*pe, nonconsensual touching of genetalia, toilet stuff (apart from pee desperation/bladder control), vomit, early stages of pregnancy, extreme hyperpreg, rapid pregnancy, stuffing, unusual weight gain, vore, unbirth, furries, monsters, aliens, actual animals, death, blood and gore, degradation, fantasy

•

Just DM me. I'm a kind person, so please be that too 🤍

[haze-of-hyperfixations]

"how does it feel to be helpless?! how does it feel to know pain?! i watched my friends die in horror! crying as they were all slain! i heard their final moments! calling their captain in vain! look what you've turned me into! look what we've become! all of the pain that i've been through! haven't i suffered enough?! you didn't stop when i begged you! told me to close my heart!

(you, monster-!)

you said the world was dark! didn't you say that ruthlessness is mercy upon our-"

[vaguely-concerned]

desperately looking around for anyone who played the capture event stuff with the american rook voices (especially the masculine one), I need more than one or two out of context sentences to work with here fhdskaj

[cosmogyros]

Literally can't pay my rent until I get paid for September, which hasn't happened yet. Today is Friday, and Monday is the last day of the month. I'm so tired of being poor.

[therrerium-valkryonia]

Birth prompt by anonymous

19. In a hospital

long labor

on a bed/stirrups

– with a doctor

+ triplets

+ big babies

ø overdue

ø forced

# baby is breech

# shoulders get stuck

# pushing baby back in

Much screaming, crying, painful birth. Tearing or episiotomy. Fundal pressure, instruments like vacuum or forceps. No c-section or epidural.

Heartless Scorn

Tw: 18+ is not for minors, contains sexual topics.

Months ago, she was artificially inseminated in an attempt to create a perfect human and it has been as afar going smoothly, the surprise was in the ultrasound and seeing triplets.

Humans genetically modified to be used as the next pioneer in science, perfectly modified and will be used in any case as workers, Ceo's and a lot of other things military included.

In present times, she paced through the cell in uneven patterns with her babies growing large and bulky, she experienced so much strain also tiredness at many points in time.

A group of people entered her cell, they locked her into a metal bed as it slants forward and is rolled across the halls with many other subjects.

There was a bright light, it was a hospital area with no one but this group of six people as an expert began to tap the syringe while she's in the middle of the room as the serum is injected.

Her stomach immediately clamps down, she screams loudly with her pulled back the fluid streams down and her bump tightens visibly.

A huge head comes crashing through her canals, it was fast at first with her legs up besides her head as the head crowned it progressed no further, her entrance was tightening around the head to much.

She cried and screamed with each contraction, trying to get it out but it would only inch barely forward as the minutes pass, forty to forty-five the head had finally reached it's peak crown.

The doctors were impatient, they had no time so they're handed forceps as they squeeze it inside and clamp down gently, she squeals loudly and bore down with the adjustment the whole head came spilling out, they grab the head and pulled out the rest of the baby, she shouted in pain.

Each contraction was getting worse, the siblings were both slowly moving down the doctors had their hands pressing down on the top of her full round bump, helping along as thirty minutes go.

They see the head spew out, though they tried to tug it as they to help it out but it wouldn't give way or move, so they pressed down on her much harder, she began to tremble and whine.

She felt each shoulder pop, tearing her open as she spills out with the legs of the third born was swiftly squeezing out, they react and push it all the way back in and rotated the full fetus.

A loud shriek filled the room, she kept bearing down and it forced the crown to spread but with all her strength sapped they used a vaccuum.

Pulling out the head she began to pathetically groan then the final child fell out of her, she'd begin to pass out and fade into the deepest coma, awoken few months later in permanent disabled condition and broken bones.

[kelsey22]

Someone active now to roleplay?

I really need to push a baby out of me right now.