#birth kink story

[pregobirthlvr]

Almost Home

You’re very overdue but your doctors said you still had plenty of time. So you of course you went out with your friends. But maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.

(Idea from a randomized build a birth. Prompts very long (10+ months), 1, medium, out with friends, squatting, moaning, car, alone, confused, extra difficult pushing)

You’re 2 weeks overdue with your first baby. An irresponsible night out has left your belly slowly growing over the past 10 or so months. Now you’re sitting in an uncomfortably small booth at dinner with several of your close friends. Your middle extended enough to press against the table in front of you, even after your friends pulled it towards them to give you more room.

You shift ever so often, the hard bench not helping your aching hips and Braxton hicks contractions. Your belly hasn’t dropped yet so the doctors keep assuring you that there’s nothing to be worried about with these contractions. It’s just your body getting ready.

You try to chat with the group, hoping the distraction will be enough to keep you focused on anything but the pressure in your middle. By the time the food arrived you've felt your middle clench down twice with contractions. You grip the fabric of your dress to keep from visibly wincing, and cover your moan with a small cough.

Thankfully, Your friends seem to be too into their conversation to notice any change in the way you’re acting. When food arrives, you try to eat the food you ordered but you suddenly feel a lot less hungry than when you waddled in. You manage to finish half before an extra painful contraction runs through you. You grip your dress and cough to cover the moan that almost escaped.

This time though the friend next to you leans over and whispers, “Are you okay?”

She looks at you with concern heavy on her face.

“I’m fine just Braxton Hicks,” you reassure her.

One of your other friends joins in from the other side of the table, “Fair question though, I mean you are REALLY overdue.”

“I just went to the doctor this morning. He said I show no signs of this thing coming out,” . You say to her. “I’m even getting induced in two days because of it.”

“If you say so,” The friend next to you says.

Thankfully the conversation changes quickly. You only get about one more contraction, that you manage to cover up easily, before the group decides it's time to go. You all say your goodbyes and everyone tries to avoid the bump when hugging you, which fails every time. Each bump into your midsection sends jolts of intense pleasure through your belly. You wave goodbye with one hand and support your aching back with the other as you begin the waddle to your car around the block.

You notice your gate has gotten a lot wider than when you walked into the restaurant. Your hips swayed a bit more and your belly felt a lot lower than before. You stopped waving to use your other hand to support your stomach. About halfway to your car you stopped to lean on a tree while through a wave of contractions.

You were panting by the time you reached your car. You placed a hand on the door resting for a moment. When you finally caught your breath a bit you opened the car door. Only for another contraction to freeze you in your tracks. You tried to breathe through it, letting out a small moan when the contraction reached its peak.

“Is this labor? Have my contractions started?” You asked yourself as the contraction disappeared. “No, the doc said you were fine.”

You turned and began the struggle of getting into your car. You grabbed the roof and squatted down. You let gravity help as you dropped into the driver's seat. You turned your feet forward. Your belly touching the steering wheel from how large it was. You buckled yourself in before another contraction was ripping through you. Now that you were alone you held your stomach and moaned loudly. Thankfully you were in the car because each contraction was increasingly more painful.

You pulled out of your parking space once the contraction finished. Your stomach was very low now. Hanging far between your legs and bumping into the bottom of the wheel. It was an hour long drive home, which was only going to feel longer if you stayed this uncomfortable. Another contraction came on just as fast as the last, breathing through it best you could until it passed.

“This has to be labor.. I have to be in labor,” You said to yourself.

You tried to remember what then parenting books said about what to expect when labor started. At this moment though you were coming up with nothing. You felt the next painful contraction start. You grip the wheel and moan deep and loud. Your arms shook as you tried to ignore the pain and focus on driving. You look down and see that you're going about 10 under. Panting through the last of your contraction you speed up.

“They’re so close together…” You say nervously. “I'm having a baby right here and right now.”

You focus on driving for the next few minutes but with a deep grunt your moaning loudly again. Your stomach contorts and tightens trying to help you push the baby down. You can feel it. The baby moving down. Your pelvis feels fuller. Heavier.

With a sharp pop noise your thighs and seat were covered in a warm liquid. Your water broke.

“Fuck,” you groan. “I think that was my water. Things are supposed to speed up now right?”

You desperately try to find your phone from your purse in the seat next to you. Accidentally knocking everything to the floor in the process instead. Another contraction started pulling your focus back to your belly. This contraction was stronger than the last ones. You really felt like things were moving along now.

You managed to breathe through the pain of this contraction. With your legs spread from having to drive, your belly now rested on the seat underneath you from it hanging so low. You drive along for a little longer. Another contraction forcing you to lean forward and pant.

“Almost half way home… I can make it.” You try to encourage yourself.

You keep this routine of contractions and pep talks for the next 15 minutes. Each contraction gets more intense and closer together with each passing minute. You finally make it to the edges of your town, the familiar buildings a small relief.

“Almost home…” You moan out.

Your relief doesn’t last long when a particularly strong contraction makes you pull over to the side of the road. You toss your head back and cry out as the contraction reaches its peak. You can feel the baby's head weighing heavily on your cervix. You moan out as you feel it start to push through and into your birth canal. You feel so full and it hurts so much. You take a deep breath when everything calms down and pull back onto the road.

“Just stay in until we get home,” You beg your baby. “I don’t know how to have you alone.”

You make it a few more blocks before you’re forced to pull off the road again. You scream as you try not to push, but your body has other plans and it pushes for you moving the baby down inch by inch. You moan and rub your middle when the contraction ends. You pull back onto the road but barely make it a block before your stomach contracts yet again.

“Is it supposed to be moving this fast?” You say through gritted teeth. You slowly roll to stop behind an abandoned building, your contraction reaching its peak as you toss the car in park.

“I have to check myself right…” You say to yourself when the contraction ends. “I remember that from the birthing books.”

You reach down between your legs, which was a bit of a struggle, and feel your opening. You slip a finger inside, it only makes it an inch before you feel your baby's head. You’re much farther along than you thought. There was really no way you were going to make it home. You leaned back and began to moan softly from the next contraction starting up. With your focus no longer on driving you feel your contractions with full force. The way it makes your stomach clench, and your middle ache, and the way you can feel your baby’s inch it’s way down your birth canal.

While you contract, you toss your head back and push hard. The baby slides a bit further down. You can now feel its head push against your lips. Your contraction ends and you take a breath. The baby slightly slid back in. After a few minutes you feel another contraction. You cry out and push hard. The baby slips from your lips, making your vagina bulge out. When the contraction ends the head slips back inside.

“Why are you doing that?” You ask the baby inside you. “Just come out.”

You feel another contraction and push again. The baby again slid out slightly then back inside. You pull your legs back slightly trying your best to fit around the steering wheel that’s still in front of you. You then try to push again with the next contraction, and then the next, and then the next. By your fourth round of pushing you feel the baby going nowhere.

“You’re really going to make me move…” You moan out, your breath now coming out labored.

You take a deep breath and open the car door. You swing your legs around, your feet landing on the hard ground. You struggle to get out gripping the door frame and pulling yourself up with whatever strength you have left. You manage to lift yourself up to a standing position, the baby now feeling much heavier on your sex. You are able to open the door to your back seat before the next contraction to hit, sending you to your knees. You try to keep quiet now that you're out in the open, the pain making it difficult. When the contraction ends you force yourself to stand again. And climb into the back seat best you can. The back seat is cramped, but still better then the front seat and way better than outside the car.

You struggle to get situated placing your legs up on each seat in front of you like make shift stirrups. You lay like that through a few contractions. The glimmer of sweat increasing as time goes by. The pain in your back and stomach only getting worse with each push. You reach down and feel between your legs. The head barely made its way out any further.

“It stuck. It has to be!” You cry out as another contraction rips through you.

You push hard hoping that it’ll make a difference. The head pushes against your hand and making your lips strain to accommodate the baby. As soon as you relax the progress you made reverses and the baby slide back in.

“Please come out!” You yell. You moan and grunt as you try to reposition yourself. You pull your legs underneath you squatting in the back seat as best as you can. Your belly getting in the way multiple times as you adjust. When you’re finally in a squat down on your knees, you feel the next contraction start and you push hard. The babies head finally moves forward a bit and stays out.

“Yes! It’s moving!” You moan out. Your lips burn from stretching so far but you don’t care you need this over with.

You push hard again with the next contraction. The head of the baby finally making it to a full crown. You take a moment to breath through the next contraction trying to regain some energy for the next push. You moan deep from inside your chest as the next contraction starts. You push hard grunting and crying out as you do. With a pop and a gush of fluids the babies head finally is free.

“Oh my god! It’s out!” You gasp.

You feel the baby turn inside you the shoulders lining up for an easy exit. With the next contraction, you push hard and the baby slides free from your body. You catch it before falling back against the seat with your new baby in your arms.

[mpregdimension]

[mpreghotties2]

[donotpush]

Daily vlog

CW: mpreg, sort of magic pregnancy, birth denial, car birth

"So..." Adam smiled, holding the camera over his head, to get his best angle. "Are we filming Baby #3 birth?"

Adam asked, turning to look at his wife, and at the camera again with another smile without waiting for Alissa’s reply.

His hand traveled to spank Alisa's tight, bare belly, leaving the mark of his palm over the sensitive skin and making her groan slightly. Adam nodded enthusiastically before talking to the camera again. "Of course we are! What do you think, huh? It's a tradition at this point, right, honey?"

Alisa took a deep breath, putting herself together before looking at the camera and giving her best smile. She had been up since 5 am this morning, with a crying baby hanging from her hip and a sick toddler throwing up all day long, and honestly, the last thing she wanted to do right now was to expose herself to the camera.

But Adam insisted. How could they let their followers down without a daily vlog today?

He couldn't, and he was gonna post that vlog. Of course, who wouldn't have the energy to produce, film, edit, and post a vlog when you wake up at 10 am and do exclusively nothing all day?

Alisa knew that it was their job, that the moment they signed up for the influencer life, their whole purpose (and not like she was complaining, there were moms out there that had real jobs and still had to deal with way worse than her) but she did expect some empathy from her husband.

She was about to pop, literally, this baby out. Everything was crazy, from her hormones to the altered routine in the house, but as always, Adam was blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded their lives right now.

“So, there you go” Adam winked at the camera, “Actually, our next blog will probably be Baby’s #3 birth, right honey?”

Yes, it was gonna be another birth vlog. This morning when she looked at herself in the mirror, Alissa realized that her stomach had dropped, tight and bloated past her hips, the taut skin stretching to its limits today seemed like it was about to burst.

So, yes, the next video on their channel Alissa was almost 100% sure it was gonna be a birth vlog.

“...maybe.”

She really wished that this time they could’ve done something a bit more… conventional. Private, away from all the cameras and views. With their last baby, Adam had the fucking camera in her face the whole process. From the moment she woke up to contractions to the moment she popped out the kid in the birthing tub. This time, she wasn’t in the mood for all that, no matter how many views it would give them.

Adam went on, ranting about something and talking about their sponsor they got earlier in the month, a really bad marketing job for a really bad product, but Alisa didn’t hear him because Ryatt was getting something she shouldn’t have inside her mouth. The blonde groaned as she clumsily tried to kneel down, reaching over her huge stomach to take the toy out of the baby’s sticky hand.

“Adam, help me here” she breathed, pointing to the baby with her hand.

Adam gave her a look, and outside of the camera frame, signaled her to wait. He talked about another one of their sponsors, said goodbye to their subscribers and their classic outro line (family always first, and y’all are family) to their subscribers, and just then walked over to help her after he turned the camera off.

“God, fuck…!” she groaned, holding onto her stomach as she struggled to stand up straight.

“Language” Adam raised an eyebrow, pointing at Ryatt with his head.

“Bullspit, I’m so darn over with this”, pointing to herself, Alisa looked down at her gravid stomach. “I’m so fucking done. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me and… And I told you I would prefer to keep his birth private, Adam”

The tone wasn’t stern or accusative, just done— deep down, Alisa knew her husband was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. Little choice she had.

“I know, I know…” Adam shrugged, his eyebrows raising and his mouth scrunching up.

He knew, of course, he did, but to be honest, he didn’t care enough. His wife was being dramatic as if she hadn’t gone over with this two times already. But he knew that he had to add something to fill the silence that followed, he always did have something to say.

“If I could, babe, I would carry our baby for you” he sighed dramatically, turning around and away from his wife. “Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now, honey…”

His words were left hanging in the air as Adam disappeared into the hallway to the kitchen, ready to grab a beer and sit down on the couch to relax for a while before getting to edit.

Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now.

Alisa stared at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen. His nice legs and his toned arms, his perfect back and she couldn’t see the six-pack, but it was there. Because Adam didn’t have to carry two kids, to gain weight and to lose weight, to lose his six-pack or to see his whole body change in a matter of months.

It wasn't him who had to endure the contractions, the labor, or the long hospital nights while waiting to be able to spread his legs open and push.

He didn’t wish he could be pregnant. Oh, but Alisa did.

***

Alisa made breakfast, did laundry, got through the morning with two kids under 5 and all while dealing with those awful cramps that kept interrupting her. They weren't contractions, she knew those pretty well, but they were the foreword of a long story.

Adam? He edited their latest video and went to take a nap on the couch.

Without opening his eyes, Adam let out a small groan and tilted his head to hide his face against one of the cushions. Something had interrupted his sleep, but he didn’t hear Ryatt's cries or Bobby playing loudly somewhere in the house, nor his wife complaining about something.

So he did what everyone would do, he didn’t even bother fully opening his eyes and tried to go fall back into a deep slumber.

But something was off. His head was feeling dizzy and his whole body was… acting funny. An overall feeling of being sick, something he ate, probably.

He shifted, moving his hips to turn to his side, and he frowned when he felt something in his stomach move. With a groan, the hand that rested between his thighs slid off from there to move to his abs, rubbing the soft spot trying to ease whatever was grumbling inside his tummy.

Soft, a bit harder if he pressed down. But it didn’t have to be soft, he hit the gym 6 days a week and had washboard abs, he was the envy of all the suburban dads in their neighborhood. Suddenly, his stomach fussed again, and this time it came accompanied by a cold free of air brushing against his skin, making him shiver.

Half asleep, fighting to pull a strand of consciousness and get himself up fully, Adam’s features turned into a confused grimace as his mind finished coming back to this reality. When he finally opened his blue eyes, covering his face with his hands to dismiss the headache that the sunlight from the windows gave him, he immediately knew something wasn’t right.

His free hand was still rubbing over his stomach, and it was still… It was round. Round and firm, the protuberance that rested under the palm of his hand.

“What…?” Adam mumbled, confusion slowly taking over his sleepiness and pulling him back to reality.

He was wide awake now, his body and mind alert. When he looked down at himself, the scream of horror that left his lips almost deafened him, leaving his eardrums ringing loudly and his heart hammering against his chest.

It felt cold. The cold breeze brushing against his skin because his white shirt was now all lifted over to his chest, exposing his warm skin to the air. His shirt was lifted because where it was supposed to be a flat, toned stomach, now there was a fat, round belly, nothing like what he had ever seen before.

He must have eaten something bad, something that made him bloat and just feel weird overall, but bloat like this?

In front of him, his stomach wasn't just bloated, it felt tight and hot at the touch and the skin was itchy, stretched to the limit in what seemed to be the few hours he was asleep. His abs were gone, and now a gravid mount of flesh sat there, huge and tender.

From confusion, Adam's mind raced to fear, because there was no logical or reasonable explanation to any of this. If it was something he ate, then it was something that made him terribly wrong and he probably should head to the doctor ASAP.

But, deep down, Adam knew it wasn't something he ate. Under a thinning layer of denial, he knew.

His chest wrenched with his agitated breaths, and Adam tried to lift himself up from the couch. He failed, not used to the weight that he carried now on his middle (God, he was heavier now) and the only thing he could do was to lay there for a few seconds, staring down.

At his belly.

He felt like he needed to puke when unexpectedly something inside him squirmed.

He closed his eyes tightly to avoid nausea rising up in his throat, and the deprivation of one of his senses seemed to whip up the other ones. He could feel how hot the skin that covered his now rounded stomach was, how hot his body was, how heavy he felt and how something was squirming inside him.

His left hand moved over his stomach, right under his left rib, and he swallowed. As soon as his hand pressed down against the tense flesh, another tiny hand pressed back from the inside.

"Fuck, fuck fuck..." gripping at the couch's back, a loud moan escaped from his lips as he curled his fingers around the fabric above the couch, holding onto it desperately, lifting himself up.

It was, to say at least, weird to carry himself around now. The few seconds that he ran, well, more like waddled, towards the bathroom were something. So this was what it was like?

The image in the mirror proved what Adam already knew.

I wish I could be pregnant.

He stared at his reflection, turning to the side to let his eyes travel from the top of his head to his middle, then turned to his other side and to the front again. His hand moved to rest on top of his stomach as if he needed another confirmation that it was there and it was real.

He thought about it for a moment, before he pinched the tight skin of his belly. He hoped he would wake up, there was a small part of him that still hoped this was just a bad dream and his mind was doing some crazy tricks while his real body was still asleep on the couch. But he was awake.

The waistband of his sweatpants moved down a centimeter. He looked down, his eyes wide open as he witnessed right in front of him how his stomach swelled, the skin extended and shifting as his stomach grew in size.

***

The front door opened, and Bobby rushed in, throwing his frog backpack next to the door before Alisa followed him with Ryatt clinging to her hip. Adam made his way to her as quickly as he could.

“Oh! Mommy, look!” Bobby shouted as soon as he saw him, his little finger pointing to Adam’s gravid stomach. “Daddy has Little brother now! Look!”

But Adam couldn't even stop to look at him, because he could only focus on the fact that where Alisa was supposed to have a nine-month overdue belly, there was just a flat stomach. Fuck.

They stood in front of each other, Alisa looked at him, then down at his belly, and then up at him again.

“Well, I guess wishes do come true, honey!” The tone was so cheerful that it made Adam’s blood boil.

Probably…his hormones messing with him? As if that was the least of his problems. A cramp took over him, painful enough to bring a frown to his face and make him rub the side of his belly.

“We need to go to the hospital!”

“Why the rush?”

A dark spot started to spread all over Adam’s grey sweatpants as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of him.

“My…your…my water just broke!”

“You need to change, and we need to take the kids to my mom’s house…”

“Why are you so calm?”

“Relax, honey” she sighed “I have done this two times already! It’s gonna be just fine. You have to change, go get the hospital bag, oh, and of course get the camera!”

“We are not… fuck… filming this” he breathed, gripping the table next to him when another sharp pain took over him.

“What do you mean?” Alisa frowned as she picked up Bobby's backpack again “It's a tradition at this point. Of course, we're filming. It’s going to be a hit.”

Besides the fact that all of this escaped all logic and reason, there was a tangible reality. Something that was happening right here, right now, and it was the fact that Adam was in labor. Didn't matter how much he tried to deny what was going on, to say he was still dreaming, because the pains that were shooting through his middle, contracting the muscles and making him whine felt very real and were happening, quicker and faster every minute.

He took a deep breath, moving his hand under his belly to lift it slightly, hoping to ease the pain or the pressure that was starting to build up on his hips, but it didn’t work. He wasn't sure how much time he had before it got actually serious, but he did know that after his water broke, it was little.

**

“Turn that off…” Adam titled the camera that rested on the car seat cup holder away, his free hand flying to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Oh, fuck…”

Alisa tilted the camera back to its original position. Her husband shifted on the passenger's seats, his both hands now busy rubbing the contracting bump that rested between his open thighs.

Well, at least now he knew that contractions were more painful than a kick in the balls.

“Oh, oh, ah!” He cried out, his body tightening up, and a low groan leaving him as he leaned forward pressing his palms against the dashboard and panting heavily. “Fuck, I need you to… ugh… I need you to drive faster, honey.”

“Babe, I’m going as fast as I can,” Alisa replied, looking at him through the corner of her eye. “Just breathe, okay?”

Looking outside the window, Adam tried to find a distraction. Anything, really, that made him not think about the increasing pressure that was building between his legs and about how low the baby was.

He shifted in his seat, his hips swinging back and front trying to find a spot that didn't make him feel so miserable. Placing a hand on the side of the seat and another on the grab handle, Adam leaned forward and spread his legs as another loud grunt escaped his lips, his eyes closing tight and his breath picking up again when another tight contraction hit him.

He tried breathing, in and out just as he would tell Alisa to do, but it wasn’t doing shit.

The heavy weight on his hips and pelvis was getting closer and closer to coming out. Adam didn’t want it to come out. At least not here, in the fucking car in the middle of the road.

“We’re five minutes away from the hospital” Alisa reassured, her hand patting his tense thigh. “Just breathe”

“I don’t… ughn, fuck! I don’t know if I can… oh… hold it in that much longer” Adam panted, moving to unclasp the seatbelt that now pressed uncomfortably against his stomach. “Fuck, there’s pressure. It feels like… I have to push!”

“How do you even know that you have to push?” Stopping at a red light, Alissa raised both eyebrows before tilting to face him.

“Because it’s coming out!” Adam cried, moving back on his seat to prop up both feet against the dashboard, throwing his head back as he moaned.

“Just breathe. We’re almost there”

Just breathe. We’re almost there. The words were an echo, and Adam was sure that he said those exact phrases before, before the births of their two kids, in this exact same car. But he didn’t realize how useless, how annoying having someone repeating just calm down was.

God, fuck, he wondered how Alissa didn’t just slap him those times. If anyone was going to tell him to calm the fuck down again, he was going to kill someone.

His murder instincts were quickly dismissed when he closed his eyes, his hands moving to slide under his belly and lifting it slightly, as if it could help to ease the pressure on his pelvis. With a cry, he shifted forward, now moving his hands to slide under his thighs, lifting his hips from the car seat.

It was coming. Now. And out.

He could feel his own body pushing against his wishes, and the more he tried to avoid it, the worse it was, the baby helpless making its way down his pelvis and towards his hole. It felt as if at the first bump Alisa hit on the road the baby would just pop out of him.

He didn’t notice when he pushed back in the seat, breathing heavily through his nose as he pressed himself down against the seat, trying to prevent anything from coming out.

But it was useless because his commitment lasted little when his brain was overwhelmed by the urge to just allow his body to do what it had to do. To push.

The baby’s head was right there. Adam’s hand slid between his legs, the palm of his hand pressing against his bulging hole, the head sitting behind his entrance and almost ready to start crowning. Almost out of him.

“…fuck!” he writhed, gritting his teeth as he kicked against the car floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The fingers of his free hand gripped at the grab handle, knuckles turning white, and his other hand was busy pressing against his hole, trying to keep the head from coming any further. It was useless because the head was still pushing its way down, out of him on its own.

He could feel the bulge against his palm, growing ever so slowly as Alissa pressed her foot on the pedals. Adam threw his head back, closing his eyes shut and trying to focus on his breath. The same advice he always gave: breathe.

His chest rose slowly as he inhaled, then shakily exhaled through his closed lips. It should be fine, he just had to breathe —in and out and counting to five— focus on remaining calm, and he could just make it to the hospital. They were just a few minutes away, all he had to do was… push.

“Oh, fuck, it’s coming!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air, his hips shifting forwards and to the seat edge. “Honey, Alissa, it’s right there”

Alissa tilted her head, looking away from the road for a brief moment to face her husband. She found herself contemplating an image that, deep down in her stomach, in a very hidden spot and a very small dose, made her happy: she got exactly what she wanted. Her husband going through all of the wonderful miracles of birth.

Adam panted, the tense orb his stomach had become contracting and tensing in front of him, his hands gripping at the taunt red skin, furiously trying to relieve the pain or the pressure, his body almost shaking by the urge of pushing the baby that was starting to crown. His face was red and sweaty, hands and all of his body straining and tense.

Alissa, rightfully, stopped at a red light, a bunch of cars passing in front of them.

“Don’t stop, fuck, it’s…!” Adam shouted, but then his words became a muffled groan as he gritted his teeth, pushing his chin to his chest. “I can’t hold it in, I’m pushing!”

Even against his wishes, his body was pushing. Adam found himself trying to hold the baby in, to not give in to the urge, but his body was pushing. His stomach contracted and he found himself tensing, chin to chest, and gripping at the grab handle as he pushed. He counted to three and pushed again when another cramp took over him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling the head stretching him open, making its way out. Adam reached with a free hand to press his hand over his wet, birth-fluid-stained shorts, only to feel the start of a bulge in his pants.

The pressure of the head right about to crown was hell. It only made him want to push to get over it, to push more to get the head to a full crown and get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but god fuck he didn’t want to give birth to this baby in the car.

“It’s crowning, the head’s-... nhgn, what am I supposed to do!?” it was more a whimper than a question, and Adam found himself kicking in the air, biting his lower lips until he almost drew blood. “Shit, shit, shit…! Ughn!”

“I don’t know!” Alissa stepped on the gas and accelerated. “Don’t push! Just… wait! We’re almost there, just five minutes away from the hospital.”

Adam nodded, then shook his head, both hands moving to cup the underside of his belly, trying to relieve the pressure that was weighing him down. It didn’t work, and he found himself trying to contain a moan when another contraction rippled through his body, a gush of amniotic fluid rushing from between his legs and dripping to the car floor.

His hips jerked frantically as he rocked forth and back slightly, trying to find any angle that was comfortable for him to keep this baby in, but it was terribly useless because, with every movement of his body, the baby's head seemed to come closer and closer to a full crown.

“Ughn…!” he moaned, his fingers gracelessly trying to slide under the hem of his pants in order to pull them down. The baby was coming. “Fuck, it’s coming, I’m pushing….!”

His finger’s ministrations were interrupted when he interrupted when another contraction took over him, all of his focus on pushing. He gripped the sides of his belly, leaving white marks on the red skin, as he closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Oh, oh– it’s out, the head’s out!”

It wasn’t necessary for him to say it out loud because Alissa’s attention was dangerously divided between looking at the road and staring down between her husband's legs. His pants were dark and wet, stained by amniotic fluid, and the baby’s head bulged out of them almost obscenely -–god, it was huge—, only contained from coming further by the fabric of the pants.

“Fuck— I need to push, I need to push, I’m pushing!” he moaned, throwing his head back against the car seat and jerking his hips forward, his hands desperately trying to undo his shorts. “Ughn…the…mhgm…pants! Help me!”

“I can’t, hands at 9 and 3!”

With a loud whimper, Adam finally managed to pull his shorts down enough to allow the baby’s head to pop out of him free, a gush of fluid dampening his seat as the head dangled between his legs. His body shook at the feeling of the head stretching him open on its biggest point, and then the relief when it was finally out. Alissa stared in horror as her husband held the baby’s head in hand with one hand between his legs.

Alissa reached a hand to help Adam slide his pants down more, his body contorting as he pulled forward, pushing his hips towards the free space of whatever was left in the car. Now with his pants to his ankles, his body tensed once again, and he squirmed on his seat as he focused on the next contraction that rippled through his body.

“...fuck, nhgn!” his face became red as his feet kicked the car floor, kicking and screaming as he pushed. “Nhgn!”

With his next push, the baby’s body almost came shooting out of him. He screamed in pain as he felt the body coming out of him, the shoulders being even worse than the head. But before he could realize, it was over. A second later he heard a heavy cry, and the newborn resting against his chest.

His body slumped against the seat. He looked outside the windows, seeing the well known entrance of the hospital as Alissa parked the car, parking it at the nearest spot available. Before unclasping her seatbelt, Alissa reached to grab the videocamera. Adam stared at it before he spoke.

"You filmed it, right?”

[flnpushy]

Idea for a story: Woman has a homebirth that goes on for a very long time because the baby is huge. She has to do things such as making food and try to sleep, even getting the package sent to her home all while the head takes forever to come out.

Tia's Super hard crowning.

“Oh my god!” 

Tia said as she endured another intense contraction. She had been in labor now for about 36 hours. It started with tiny contractions and slowly became more intense for her as the hours passed by. Tia, a single mother was now due to give birth in her apartment. She wasn’t the social type and really did not want to give birth in a hospital or with others around. She was willing to risk a home birth alone to simply be away from interactions. Tia had gotten pregnant from a hookup that was taken too far. She always wanted a friend and companion with her, so who better than her own baby to join her. Needless to say Tia was excited to have this baby. 

Tia was 26 and had always been introverted. She was 5 foot tall and had a petite frame. She had blond hair and blue eyes and was truly beautiful. Her pregnant belly was so big and contracted on her tiny frame, it looked like she was carrying a Beach ball. Tia ignored the doctors appointments and simply did the birth research herself. She wanted to avoid people and the touch of midwives or doctors. Tia knew her belly was a bit on the bigger side for a girl of her stature and was simply unaware that she had within her a 12 pound baby girl. For a first time mother, a 12 pound baby, and a small frame woman….. This was to be an interesting birth.

“Uggghhh, This is starting to hurt!” Tia said aloud as she sat upon her couch. She had been naked since the labor had started. Besides it was just her, so why not? She sat upon the couch with her big belly protruding from her frame. She reached down and felt inside her vagina. She pushed her finger about 3 inches in.

“Nothing yet.” She exclaimed. 

Tia had gone through a rough transition and knew she was dilated properly, but with her cervix being naturally high, and her fingers being small, she didn’t have the ability to note the giant head that was now stretching her cervix wide open. 

A few hours progressed as Tia endured contractions. As she did she watched her favorite movies to keep her entertained. The day was young yet, and she figured that by days end, she would have the baby out. Around 1pm Tia had made a small lunch and the contractions became intense. She had bought a birth stool upon which she sat, facing her couch and enduring contractions. Around 1:30 pm the urge to push finally hit her. It had been 40 hours of labor now, and it was good that she could finally start working the baby out of her belly. Tia was excited. 

At 1:45 pm Tia reached down once more and interred a finger, she pushed her finger was in and bumped something. It felt warm and squishy, but as she pressed in a bit, It became hard to the touch. She knew this was her daughters head. Tia smiled ear to ear knowing that her baby was soon to be born. The celebration was short lived however as the next painful contraction hit. She pushed, and pushed hard. 

“Mmmmmguh.”

“Mmmmmahhhh.”

“Ahhhmmmmmugh.” Tia pushed intensely with each contraction, they were now about 2-5 minutes apart, depending on intensity. 

This continued for a couple of hours, finally around 4 PM, tia could feel herself beginning to bulge. As she made the next push, she reached down with her hand. As she pushed, she could feel something beginning to bulge her skin out. She knew now that the head was just inside. About another hour past, the entire time she could feel this bulging with each push. After sometime she was finally made aware of the heads arrival in the opening as she could feel herself open up slightly. She immediately reached down and could feel the top of her daughters head in her vaginal opening. With the end of the push she could feel the head slide back in as her opening closed up. She was excited at this, but she knew that there was a lot more work to come to get the head out. She had watched videos of birth, and knew that this next step in her birth could take some serious time and effort to progress that baby out of her. 

Tia Continued working to push as she sat upon her birth stool. With each push her daughters head would open her vagina, and bulge to the same spot. Then it would slowly slip back inside and close her vagina at the end of the contraction. This work continued for another hour as Tia pressed on attempting to free the baby from her womb. Tia decided that she needed to use the bathroom. After a push she stood up from the birth stool. She could feel the baby slide way back inside as her legs closed to Stand. She walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. It was hard to go but she was able to a little bit. She endured another push as she sat. Next she returned to the living room area to keep pushing. She sat upon the stool once more and began trying to push her baby free of her belly. Another 2 hours passed until finally with the next push, the head made some progress. Tia reached down to feel the head bulging out a little ways, from what she could feel only about 20% of the head was in the opening and she already felt stretched. The other 80% still remained clenched behind her tight vaginal skin. She kept making pushes, with each push she could feel the baby pushing against the opening, but not making any forward progress. Essentially the baby was stuck. The babies head did not recede back inside after a push, but It didn't progress forward during a push. To add to her concerns, she could feel the baby wiggling as she pushed. The baby wanted out, but it wasn’t fitting. Not to be discouraged, she kept on pushing. This continued for about another hour. However to her disbelief, even with consistent pushing, the babies had refused to budge. Finally she knew that it was time to get something to eat, she needed to maintain her energy to get the baby to come out. As she stood up the baby did not recede back inside. The head simply remained in place. This made it very difficult to walk, so she had to waddle to the kitchen. Babies head poking out in between her legs. As she attempted to make food she continued to have contractions. Each time a contraction over took her she would squat down and attempt to push the babies head out. However no progress was made. Once the food was prepped she ate quickly standing up as waddling back to the couch would take too much effort. She eventually return to the couch and continue pushing. This went on for another hour. There was some progress made, but still only about 30% of the head was outside of her vagina. 70% of her daughters large head was still within her tight skin. She could feel that the baby inside was becoming impatient, the baby started wiggling much more vigorously in order to attempt a free itself from her womb. However between her pushing and the babies wiggling, the tight clenches of her vagina were not going to allow the baby to come out. Another tense couple hours of pushing passed. It was now getting on to 9pm. The babies head was at best 40% bulged out at this point. Still so much of the head remained trapped inside. Tia could handle no more. She needed rest. 

Tia waddled to her bed as the head remained pressed in her opening. As she laid back she reached down to feel the babies stuck head. It was dry now as it had been bulging out for so long. She tried wiggling it around with her hand, but the skin was so tight she couldn’t budge it. After a couple more contractions, Tia passed out into sleep. 

She awoke… It was morning time, somehow she had slept the night and slept through most contractions. She had been up several times during hard contractions, but managed to fall back asleep. She reached down to find babies head in the exact same place. Stuck. It was 7 am and she waddled to the living room. Tia placed a mirror in front of the birth stool now to see her babies head as she labored. She worked but with no prevail. The baby was simply stuck. At 9am the door bell rang…

“Hell!” Tia said aloud. 

She quickly tossed a robe on and waddled to the door. She opened it. 

“Package for Tia.” The delivery man said. 

As tia reached out to grab the package she was struck with a hardcore contraction, she had no choice but to squat and push.

“Oh my god, are you ok?” Asked the delivery man 

“Yeah, um food poising cramps, yeah not good.” Tia muttered.

“Ok as long as your good.” The delivery man said as he gave her a storage look.

“Yeah I’m good, thanks.” Tia said. 

The man walked away and tia closed the door. During the intense push she felt something happen. She pulled the robe off and sat upon the birth stool. She looked into the mirror and noticed something. She was Crowning! The head was now about 80% out, almost full crown. It was absolutely huge. Her vaginal skin around the head was so stretched that it was bleach white in color. She was being stretched to the physical max. But still 20% of the head was inside! Tia pushed and pushed hard. 

“AHHHHHH COME OUT!” She yelped as she gave it her all. 

She could feel an intense tearing pain as she pushed. Finally her vagina gave in and released the babies head. It was absolutely massive. She next felt the baby rotate inside her. Now the shoulders had to come. She pushed hard and to her surprise the baby basically just slipped out. The head was thankfully the largest and hardest part. The baby began crying and tia was relieved. She was now a mother, and had a new best friend, Her daughter. 

[mpregandproud]

The man of my dreams

Getting pregnant was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I used to be the invisible kid in class. I was skinny, unattractive, nobody noticed me. I never had a boyfriend, and I had a hard time finding a guy to fuck. But sometimes life has surprises in store.

One night at a fraternity party I got drunk and woke up the next day naked on a bed. I didn't remember anything that had happened the day before, but something in me felt different.

It took me a couple of weeks to figure out what it was. That night I don't remember I got pregnant. I was carrying a baby.

A month into the pregnancy, my belly was already showing a little. My skin glowed, my hair looked better than ever and my body grew. Something clicked with my fellow faculty members because from that day on I started getting visitors in my room or they would offer to accompany me to the bathrooms every time I had to leave class to pee. And it only got better as the months went by.

Frank, Isaak, Daniel, David, Aaron, Scott, Bruce, Bob… there wasn't a guy who didn't approach me since I got pregnant. Tall, muscular, blondes, brunettes, attractive, and with huge dicks. My ass had never had such a good time as it had these past few months.

But there was only one problem. The one guy I'd always liked, the one I'd been talking to at that party nine months ago, George, was the only one who hadn't paid any attention to me. He was the most handsome man I'd ever seen. Tall, athletic, intelligent, dark hair and beard. Someone mysterious, but successful. The man of my life, even if he didn't know it yet.

These last few weeks, on the other hand, my sexual activity has slowed down quite a bit. My huge belly, I am expecting triplets after all, prevents me from going to class every day. The doctor has recommended me to rest, so my encounters have gone. My pleasure lately is to eat like a pig, while lying in my underwear on the couch watching episodes of Friends.

One of these days, while I was devouring two huge pizzas, the doorbell rang. With great difficulty I got up and approached the door. I had to stop a couple of times, because for the last couple of days the contractions have started. I'm about to give birth, it's nothing unusual.

When I opened the door my water almost broke. The man that was waiting only lives in my dreams. George was standing there, wearing a tight white T-shirt that showed all his muscles. I didn't know how to react, I didn't know what to say, I was speechless:

- "Hello, handsome" - He said to me with a perfect smile.

- "H... h... hi. What are you doing here?" - I answered with a blush on my face. Was that a dream I was seeing?

- "I think you have something that's mine… ours. Don't you?"

- "What do you mean?" - I was speechless again. What would I want to say.

- "Nine months ago we were together... don't you remember? I was scared after fucking you, it was my first time with a man and I never felt that good with someone. I was stupid, I ran away and I haven't dared to come back here".

- "You? Was it you? Did you get me pregnant?"

- "Yes, I think I did. I spent the night with you, we were together all the time and after many drinks you took me to bed."

- "Thank you. I couldn't say anything else..."

- "Thank you?"

- "Yes, thank you for giving me the greatest gift of my life." - We were both crying and smiling at the same time.

- "Get the over here!" - He grabbed my face with his two strong hands and kissed me with a passion I had never felt before.

We kissed and went to the bed. He helped me take off my boxers and ate my whole cock. Fuck, what is this, I've never been so hard. If I didn't cum four times I didn't cum any, and this had only just begun.

With the same confidence with which he appeared in my house he grabbed my belly on both sides and kissed every inch of my skin and sucked my breasts that were already a considerable size with milk. My body was filled with an electricity that I had never experienced before. I was in heaven. This is real love.

When I thought it was all over, he opened my legs and pushed his penis in. A slow, gentle movement. The gentleness, the pleasure, the rhythm. Again, this man is a sex god, and the father of my children. He is mine. He is mine. HE IS MINE.

And then... the waters broke. A whirlwind of water rushed out of me. The three little people who united us forever were coming. In the end I will not give birth alone, George is here with me. Dad and daddy, finally together.

[blkdaddie]

What to Expect When You're A Trad Husband Expecting: Third Trimester

The third trimester is when the baby's, and therefore your, growth will really accelerate.

You may need to adjust your wardrobe but this is no excuse to be slovenly. Soft draped shirts and linen slacks that mold to your expanding hips will serve you well.

Athletic clothing is to be worn for athletics only and in the very rarest of instances, for a brief errand. Use your HoH's working hours to attend to all self-care tasks so you can freshen up and give him your full attention when you get home.

Your HoH may wish for you to wear less clothing when he is home. This will certainly be more comfortable but keep a shirt or soft sweater near the front door in the case of visitors and deliveries, lest you give the neighbors an eyeful.

As you grow larger, especially if carrying multiples, a belly band will be your best friend. It will provide support to take weight off of your back and also help prevent stretch marks.

Of course your hubby will always be your preferred body pillow, but as the baby gets bigger and stronger, the pokes and kicks might interrupt your sleep. Invest in a good body pillow, which will not only help with future pregnancies but can double as a breastfeeding pillow in between.

At this point, your baby can see and hear! Play music to support brain development, and encourage your hubby to talk to your belly so baby/ies will recognize his voice.

This is the time to write out your birth plan, take childbirth classes, and if applicable, pack your birth bag. Make sure to order a matching robe and swaddle blanket for you and your new baby for your first photos. We recommend you watch some birth videos to explore what kind of labor and delivery you want. Will you deliver at home, in a center, or in a hospital? Will you have a water birth, use a birthing chair, or a bed with stirrups? Familiarize yourself with different positions and techniques that will help the baby descend and manage your pain levels.

Any labor and delivery that is safe and healthy for you and baby is good and valid. Do your best to stay active, eat healthy foods and drink plenty of water, and most of all, enjoy the little pokes and flutters as your baby grows bigger and stronger.

[mpreglover225]

In the bustling delivery room, with monitors beeping their steady rhythm, Dan gritted his teeth, each contraction a wave that tightened its grip around him. Across from him, his partner, Chris, held his hand, worry creasing his brow.

"God, Chris, this is intense," Dan panted, his face flushed with effort.

"You're doing amazing, Dan. Just breathe, okay? In and out, like we practiced," Chris coached, squeezing his hand in time with the breathing.

"Easy for you to say," Dan managed a half-laugh through the pain, his humor a lifeline in the storm. "This little guy's a future linebacker, I swear."

A nurse, standing by with a warm, encouraging smile, checked the monitor. "You're almost there."

Dan nodded, beads of sweat rolling down his temple. With a deep breath, he hunkered down, summoning strength from the core of his being.

"I'm right here with you," Chris whispered. "I can't believe we're about to meet our son."

A new surge of determination washed over Dan. "Okay, let's do this," he said, and with a mighty exhale, he leaned into the contraction, the room filling with the raw intensity of life about to break forth.

Dan bore down with a fierce concentration, Chris' presence a steadying force beside him. "Big push, Dan, you've got this," Chris encouraged, eyes locked onto Dan's, transmitting silent strength.

"His head... it's so big," Dan grunted, the intensity in the room cresting with each push. Nurses surrounded them, their faces a blend of professionalism and empathy.

"Another push, Dan," the nurse instructed, poised to assist.

Gathering the remnants of his waning energy, Dan pushed with all his might, and with a moment that seemed to both pause and accelerate time, the room erupted into a cascade of motion as the baby's head emerged.

"That's it, that's it!" Chris exclaimed, tears of joy welling up. "Shoulders next, love."

The final pushes were a symphony of encouragement and Dan's grunts of exertion, culminating in the miraculous moment their son was fully delivered, the sounds of his first cries a melody to their ears.

Exhausted but elated, Dan collapsed back against the pillows, a smile of relief spreading across his weary face as their baby was placed onto his chest. The connection was instant, a bond of love that pulsed with every heartbeat.

Hours later, after the adrenaline had faded and their little one had been nursed, Dan drifted into a much-needed sleep, the trials of labor a fading memory. Chris, still riding the high of becoming a dad, sat in the recovery room, their son asleep against his chest, wrapped in a soft blue blanket.

The door opened quietly, and Matt stepped in, his face breaking into a grin. "Chris, he's perfect," he whispered, not wanting to disturb the peace.

"Thanks, Matt," Chris whispered back, a protective arm around his son. "It's unreal, holding him like this. Makes you feel like you've become a guardian to the world, doesn't it?"

Matt nodded, looking down at his own slightly rounded belly, where Alex's hand rested. "Three months along and already feeling it."

Chris smiled knowingly. "It changes everything. The moment they arrive, you're not just living for yourself anymore. There's this... fierce need to protect them, to make the world a better place for them."

Alex stepped closer, his eyes on the baby. "Looks like Dan's out cold," he noted, a gentle tease in his tone.

"Yeah, he's earned it. He was incredible," Chris said with pride. "And soon, you'll know exactly what it's like. All the pain forgotten the second you hold your baby."

Matt nodded, a mix of anticipation and nerves dancing in his eyes. "Can't wait, honestly."

As the four men shared the quiet joy of the moment, the sense of a shared journey was palpable — the beginning of a new chapter not just for Dan and Chris, but for Matt and Alex as well, each step forward a movement towards a future crafted with love.

[mpregdimension]

Nico's water birth. Do you want to see the full image?

[bighardpush]

Sarah's Birth

Sarah screamed in pain as her overdue belly contracted and hung over her weak body. Sarah gripped her bedsheets and groaned as she labored. She felt the pressure on her cervix as her baby forced its way through and opened her pussy wider and wider. Her womb was massive and she had no idea how there was only one single baby in there. She was terrified to give birth and she felt like she was going to die if she tried to push this baby out of her vagina. It was happening now and in no way was she prepared. “Ahh-mmmm-ohhhhh-hooo” she moaned as her stomach contracted and felt the baby move further down putting extreme amounts of pressure on her cervix to the point where she couldn't stand up right. Sarah’s baby started to move down to her cervix and started to open her up to prepare for the birth. “AHH-OHH GOD IT HURTS OHH-hooo-haaaa-oh fuckkk” she whined loudly and cried out as loud as she could when her contractions pushed her baby down further and she felt the excruciating pain of her babies massive head spreading her pussy open wider. 

She was sweating and shaking as she spread her legs open wider to make room for the baby. She felt her contractions speed up and she knew the baby was coming fast. “AHHH-OHH GODDD ITS COMING..AHHHHHHH OWWWWW” she shrieked as her stomach contracted forcing her massive baby down further and force its way through her tight pussy. She felt how massive it was inside her and she feared birthing the head. She felt down at her opening and inside she could feel that it was coming closer. “Ahh-ohh god..haa.ughhhhh..mmmm ohh baby…” she moaned and panted in between contractions as she rubbed her huge stomach. Her pussy quivered as she felt her baby moving inside her. “Ahhh..oh godd another contraction- OH FUCKKK OH GOD ITS HURTS MY PUSSYYYY WAHHH” the baby's head came to a tiny sliver of hair at the entrance of her pussy but inside she felt like she was being split open. She felt overwhelming urges to push and as she did her legs shaked and she tried her hardest not to close her legs in pain. The massive head was coming out further and further. It was just now filling up her vaginal canal and she was in extreme pain. “ah-ahhhh-ohhhh” She felt the burning sensation of the head coming out more as she pushed hard and she felt her baby slowly move. She needed this baby out or she would pass out from the pain. She needed to give birth immediately. 

She felt another contraction and went for it. “Ah-hah-oh god- oh my god- owwww- oh - woah ohhhhhh- AHHHHH- AHHHHH- OWWWW MY PUSSY ITS STRETCHING ME OH GOD THE HEADS COMING!!” she screaming as she pushed the head to a full crown and her legs were shaking as she cried and breathed heavily desperately trying to gain the strength to birth the huge head. “AHHHH- GET OUT. GET OUT. FUCKKKKK OH FUCK IT HURTSSSSSS OWWWWWW OH GOD I CAN FEELLLL ITTT.” She wailed as the head flies out of her in a gush of liquid. With one final push she gets the shoulders out and pulls the baby to her chest and cries, never wanting to experience birth ever again. 

[whywontyoucomeout]

The Warrior at Rest

Kaira stood at the window of her modest stone cottage, one hand resting on the swell of her enormous belly as she gazed out at the rolling hills beyond. At nearly nine months pregnant, her once lean warrior's physique had transformed dramatically. Her belly protruded like a great round shield, stretching the fabric of her tunic taut.

Despite her current state, Kaira's piercing green eyes remained as sharp as ever, scanning the horizon with the keen awareness of a seasoned fighter. Her long red hair was pulled back in a practical braid, revealing a thin white scar that ran from her left temple to her jaw - a reminder of battles past.

Kaira sighed, feeling the restlessness that had plagued her these past months. She was unaccustomed to this sedentary life, this waiting. Her hands, calloused from years of wielding sword and spear, itched for the familiar weight of a weapon.

As she watched the distant hills, her mind drifted back to her years as the most feared warrior in the Five Kingdoms. They had called her "The Crimson Whirlwind" for the way she moved on the battlefield - a blur of flashing steel and flowing red hair. Kaira had led armies to victory against impossible odds, her tactical genius as renowned as her combat prowess.

She remembered the Battle of Blackmire Pass, where she had single-handedly held the narrow mountain path against a horde of invaders, buying time for reinforcements to arrive. For three days and nights she had fought, her twin swords singing as they cleaved through enemy after enemy. When the dust settled, over two hundred foes lay dead at her feet.

Kaira's hand absently moved to her swollen belly as the baby within gave a strong kick. She smiled, imagining the child would be as fierce a fighter as its parents. Her husband Torin was nearly her equal in combat skill, though he preferred the great axe to her favored swords.

A pang of worry shot through her as she thought of Torin, out there now leading their forces against the Shadowmere invasion. This was the first campaign she had not fought by his side in over a decade. Part of her ached to be there with him, to feel the thrill of battle once more.

But Kaira knew her current battle was here - bringing new life into the world. She rubbed her aching back, feeling the weight of her enormous belly. The village midwife had remarked that she had never seen such a large pregnancy, joking that Kaira must be carrying twins or even triplets. Kaira wasn't so sure - she felt in her bones that it was one child, but a strong one.

As the sun began to set, painting the hills in shades of gold and crimson, Kaira's thoughts turned to the uncertain future. Would she be able to return to the battlefield once the child was born? Or would motherhood change her in ways she couldn't yet fathom?

One thing was certain - warrior or mother, Kaira would face whatever challenges lay ahead with the same courage and determination that had made her a legend. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she had done countless times before charging into battle. Whatever came next, she would be ready.

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As twilight descended, a frantic pounding at the door shattered Kaira's contemplative silence. Her heart clenched as she opened it to find a breathless messenger, his face etched with grim news.

"My lady," he gasped, "the battle goes ill. Lord Torin... he's been gravely wounded. The enemy advances."

Kaira's world tilted on its axis. Without a word, she strode to the back of the cottage where her armor hung. Custom-made to accommodate her pregnancy, the breastplate was a masterwork of overlapping plates and supple leather. Yet as she donned it, Kaira found even this ingenious design strained against her enormous belly.

Ignoring the discomfort, she cinched the straps as tight as she dared. The pressure was intense, but bearable. Kaira gritted her teeth, her warrior's discipline overriding the protests of her body. She seized her twin swords, their familiar weight a grim comfort.

"Prepare my horse," she commanded the stunned messenger.

The ride to the battlefield was a blur of pain and determination. Each gallop sent shockwaves through Kaira's distended abdomen, the baby within kicking furiously. But Kaira's focus was singular: reach Torin, turn the tide of battle.

As she crested the final hill, the scene before her stole the breath from her lungs. The field was a chaos of clashing steel and fallen bodies. And there, at the center of it all, lay a familiar figure in blood-stained armor.

"No!" The cry tore from Kaira's throat as she spurred her mount forward. But even as she fought her way through the melee, she knew she was too late. Torin's eyes, once so full of life and love, stared sightlessly at the darkening sky.

Something snapped within Kaira. The grief, the rage, the primal protective instinct of impending motherhood - it all coalesced into a berserker fury unlike anything she had ever experienced. She became the Crimson Whirlwind once more, but this time there was no grace, no artistry to her movements. Only raw, devastating power.

Her swords flashed like lightning, cutting bloody swathes through the enemy ranks. Soldiers fell before her like wheat before the scythe. Those who saw her coming - this impossibly pregnant warrior dealing death with inhuman speed and strength - fled in terror.

Hours passed in a red haze. Kaira fought until her arms burned and her lungs heaved. She fought until the ground grew slick with blood and the air thick with the stench of death. She fought until, at last, only one enemy remained standing.

The Shadowmere commander stood before her, his black armor splattered with gore. Even through his helm, Kaira could sense his disbelief at the carnage she had wrought.

"Demon," he hissed, raising his mace. "What manner of creature are you?"

Kaira said nothing. Words were beyond her now. There was only the pounding of her heart, the weight of her unborn child, and the burning need for vengeance. She raised her swords, their edges notched and dripping, and prepared for one final battle.

The commander charged with a roar, his mace whistling through the air. Kaira met his assault head-on, her twin blades a whirlwind of steel. They clashed in a furious exchange, neither giving ground.

But Kaira's rage was a bottomless well, fueling her beyond the limits of normal endurance. With a cry that seemed to shake the very heavens, she battered through the commander's guard. Her left sword knocked his mace aside; her right plunged deep into his chest.

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As her foe crumpled to his knees, Kaira stood over him, her sword point resting at his throat. The Shadowmere commander's eyes widened with fear as he stared up at her, his helm having been knocked away in their fierce duel.

"You took everything from me," Kaira growled, her voice raw with emotion. "My husband, my child's father, the future we were meant to share."

The commander swallowed hard, feeling the cold steel against his skin. "Please," he begged, his earlier bravado evaporating in the face of death. "Mercy! I have a family too—"

"As did every soldier you sent to their deaths," Kaira cut him off, her green eyes blazing with contempt. "As did my husband."

She drew back her sword, preparing for the final blow. But just as she tensed to strike, a searing pain ripped through her abdomen. Kaira gasped, nearly dropping her weapon as she realized what was happening. The baby was coming.

The commander, seeing her momentary weakness, lunged forward with desperate speed. His hand grasped for the dagger at his belt, a last attempt to turn the tables.

But even in the grips of labor, Kaira's warrior instincts didn't falter. With a cry of pain and rage, she brought her sword down in a swift, decisive arc. The blade met flesh and bone, and the commander's reaching hand fell limp to the blood-soaked earth, followed quickly by his lifeless body.

Kaira staggered back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She dropped to her knees, one hand clutching her belly as another contraction seized her. The battle was won, her vengeance complete, but a new struggle was just beginning.

As she knelt there on the battlefield, surrounded by the aftermath of carnage, Kaira felt a fierce kick from within her womb. Even now, her child fought alongside her. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stand despite the pain.

"We'll face this world together, little one," she whispered, beginning the arduous journey back to her village. "Your father's spirit lives on in us both."

With each agonizing step, Kaira left behind the Crimson Whirlwind and moved toward her new role as the Warrior Mother. The legend of her final battle would be told for generations, but the true test of her strength was yet to come.

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Kaira stumbled through the twilight, one hand on her sword hilt, the other supporting her enormous belly. Each contraction brought her to her knees, the pain far surpassing any battlefield wound she'd ever endured. As darkness fell, she spotted a cave in a nearby hillside and made for it with grim determination.

Once inside, Kaira began the laborious process of removing her armor. As the custom breastplate came free, her belly seemed to expand even further, no longer constrained. She marveled at its size, her skin stretched taut over the massive dome.

"By the gods," she muttered, "no wonder the midwife thought there might be twins."

Another contraction hit, and Kaira braced herself against the cave wall. She knew the basics of childbirth from the village women, but experiencing it was another matter entirely. Gritting her teeth, she lowered herself to the ground and spread her legs as wide as she could manage.

Hours passed in a haze of pain and effort. Kaira pushed with all her might, feeling the baby's head begin to emerge, only to have it slip back when she paused to catch her breath. It was maddening – like siege warfare, gaining ground only to lose it again.

"Come on, little warrior," she growled, her voice echoing in the cave. "Fight your way out, as your father and I would do."

Kaira lost track of time, her world narrowing to the rhythm of contractions and the burning sensation between her legs. She'd faced down armies without flinching, but this battle tested her limits like no other.

Just when she felt she could endure no more, a final, explosive contraction seized her. Kaira bore down with every ounce of strength left in her body, unleashing a primal scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the cave.

And then, suddenly, it was over. The cave filled with a new sound – the lusty wail of a newborn taking its first breath.

Exhausted beyond measure, Kaira reached down and pulled the squirming, slippery infant to her chest. As she gazed upon her child's face, she felt a love fiercer than any she'd known before.

"Welcome to the world, my little fighter," she whispered, tears mixing with sweat on her cheeks. "Your father would be so proud."

As the newborn's cries softened to contented gurgles, Kaira allowed herself a moment of peace. The battle was won, a new life brought forth against impossible odds. Whatever challenges lay ahead, she would face them with the same courage and determination that had seen her through this day.

Outside the cave, the first light of dawn began to break over the horizon. For Kaira and her child, it was the dawning of a new era – one that promised both great hardship and profound love.

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As Kaira cradled her newborn, a fresh wave of pain gripped her. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.

"By the gods," she gasped, "there's another!"

The realization hit her: the midwife's jest about twins had been prophetic. Kaira's relief at delivering her first child quickly gave way to apprehension. She was already exhausted, her strength nearly spent.

With trembling arms, she gently placed her firstborn on a bed of soft leaves before repositioning herself. Instinct told her to get on her hands and knees. She began to rock back and forth, trying to ease the second baby into position.

This labor seemed even more arduous than the first. Kaira pushed with all her might, but progress was agonizingly slow. The baby seemed stuck, refusing to budge despite her efforts.

In all her years as a warrior, through countless battles and wars, Kaira had never felt as vulnerable as she did now. She, who had faced down armies and monsters, found herself at the mercy of her own body and this stubborn child within.

"Please," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate. It was strange to hear herself beg, but pride had no place in this primal struggle. "Please, little one, come out. Fight your way through, as your father would."

Hours passed, marked only by Kaira's labored breathing and occasional cries of pain. She pushed until she thought she could push no more, then somehow found the strength to continue.

Just when she was on the verge of despair, she felt a shift. With a final, monumental effort, Kaira bore down. A scream tore from her throat, echoing through the cave and startling her firstborn into wailing.

And then, at last, it was over. The second twin slipped into the world, adding its cries to its sibling's.

Kaira collapsed onto her side, utterly spent. With shaking hands, she gathered both infants to her chest, marveling at their tiny, perfect forms.

"Welcome, my little warriors," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "You've proven yourselves fighters already."

As she lay there, her newborns nestled against her, Kaira felt a complex mix of emotions. Grief for Torin, who would never know his children. Pride in her own strength and that of her babies. And a fierce, protective love that overshadowed everything else.

The sun had fully risen now, its light reaching into the cave. Kaira knew the challenges ahead would be enormous – raising twins alone, rebuilding her life after the war. But as she looked at her children, she felt a renewed sense of purpose.

"We three are a family now," she told them softly. "And together, we can face anything."

[donotpush]

Birth of Heracles

this is a commission for @thebabyscomingnow, an erotic retelling of Heracles’ birth! with everything you could wish for: greek mythology, birth denial and hot, difficult labor. hope you enjoy as much as i did :)

The savage movements of the child in her womb were eager to steal moans from Alcmene’s lips. The Princess of Mycenae had become a throbbing, whimpering mess in the sheets of the King’s bed.

Her son was huge. With every little movement, she could feel the weight of the baby pinning her down, making her lose balance. Of course, it must be like father, like son; there was something deep inside her that told her, since the moment she confirmed the new life growing inside her womb, that it was special.

She was the bearer of a beauty that made men weak in the knees and caused women to look twice, and of course that it would catch the eye of unexpected guests into her life.

Being impregnated by the god of gods himself was definitely one of them.

Her water broke the night before. The contractions came and went, remaining in a not very concise wave, varying in pain and intensity as if they were just casual cramps. At some point, the contractions had completely stopped, leaving Alcmene sagging in discomfort and mild agony.

She didn’t know what was worse at this point—to push that baby out or to keep it inside her, the massive weight of it resting on her pelvis.

She was sure it was a boy. It had to be. Vigorous and sturdy, just like his father, her son only proved to be the owner of enviable strength and energy, even in the womb.

***

If there was something Zeus could be proud of, it was every single one of his offspring. And all the tricks and feats he managed to pull just to get it his way. And now, contemplating the beautiful, delicate frame of Alcmene’s body being disrupted by his son, her gravid stomach was almost coarse in comparison with her delicate beauty; more than proud, he was horny.

As the pregnancy progressed, he would only find delight in seeing his unborn child grow. To the surprise of no one, his wife wasn’t as happy as him.

"You bastard! How dare you!?" or something along those lines was the only thing he received when Hera found out, but he was used to Hera's rage.

And jealousy. It seemed that his desire for the fertile body of Alcmene grew in pair with Hera's wrath.

Zeus watched as Alcmene rocked her hips in the air, her naked body glistening under the light of the candles in the room. The way her gravid stomach hung low under her as she swayed back and forth, how she moved with her hips in the air, how she lowered herself against the bed, arching her back and rocking her hips as her gravid stomach pressed against the mattress

He was responsible for making her labor progress as he wished. And Zeus wanted to start easy, to take in every bit and savor it slowly: let Alcmene get used to the feelings slowly.

Let her enjoy every single moment of childbirth as much as she could.

Her water broke after hours of leaking; the contractions were slow, steady, and so far from each other that you wouldn't even consider them labor. The baby was so, so slowly descending in her pelvis that Alcmene would only realize it when her walk turned into a waddle; her calm breathing became sturdy, and her steady sighs became unashamed moans and whimpers.

Zeus was enjoying it. Just at the thought of seeing his child being born, storms would fill Zeus' glistening eyes.

***

Alcemene pulled her legs down to the side of the bed, placing both hands beside her body before taking a deep breath and pushing through to pull herself up. A sigh escaped her lips when she finally managed to stand up, with a hand on the wall to stabilize her. She reached her arm to her lower back for support.

Waddling, she made her way to throw over herself a robe. These days, the only comfort she could find was in letting her sensitive body be bare. At the same moment, her husband made his way into the room.

Amphitryon looked her over. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, but her body still carried its own unique grace.

"Tomorrow there is going to be a meeting with all the generals to discuss... important things," Amphitryon announced in the most casual tone, "and I need you there."

This sentence caught Alcmene off guard; usually, she was not asked by her husband to attend meetings; war was not something she was fond of; and she found no interest in politics, but she nodded nonetheless. What her husband said, she did.

"I don’t think..." Her words were interrupted by a small cramp. "Ugh… I don’t think my presence can be any useful."

"A beautiful woman's presence is always good," her husband replied, looking at her over his shoulder. "A good reminder of what we're fighting for, mhm?"

"But…"

Ampythrion turned towards her, smiling lightly as he walked over to place a kiss on her temple. Well, if her presence would be useful, even if it just to boost morale.

"I insist." Amphitryon slid his hand under the robe, pressing against the tender flesh of the gravid stomach. "You have been like this for days. He isn't going to be born tomorrow. We both know this can take days."

Indeed, it didn’t seem like it. Her pleas were interrupted when the man held his finger up in the air, shushing her before starting to make his way out of the room.

"We'll be waiting for you."

***

"I simply cannot believe that you would do this…" The scream echoed in Zeus' ears' "...again!"

The goddess crossed her arms against her chest, stomping her foot against the floor. She was furious and raging with Zeus and with that woman. How could Alcmene be so oblivious about her husband's antics? Wasn't it obvious to everyone?

Well, it is late now. What’s done, it's done. Hera should have complained nine months ago, not now.

For Hera, it was in the way his eyes darkened, the way his lips parted, and the way his hand was clutching tightly to the armrest. Zeus was enjoying it, watching the woman enjoy the fruits of his labor nine months ago.

"Can't you be happy?" He shrugged, "A king is being born today!" Zeus slammed his hand against the armrest. "Son of mine, strong and born to rule!"

"You're enjoying it, don’t you?"

The burning fire in Hera’s eyes became quiet, her gaze wandering in the nothingness for a moment. She had a way better idea than to argue with an old man. Zeus couldn’t care less what her opinion was. But it would serve her right to remain quiet. If he was enjoying Alcemene's labor with such joy, who was she to private him from such a simple pleasure?

Alcmene wasn’t going to give birth. She wasn't going to give Zeus that one pleasure. 

***

"Ilithyia'' Hera's voice rang in her ears, and the gravid goddess turned around to see the face of rage.

Hera was fuming, stomping towards her. Moving a hand behind her back and another under her stomach for support, Ilithyia stood up, waddling to meet Hera with a small smile. The goddess of childbirth, glowing and gravid as always, tended to be a pleasure to deal with for Hera. Only with exceptions, like right now. Hera approached the goddess, grabbing a hold of her shoulders, her fingers digging at the soft skin.

"Alcmene…" Hera began but was unable to finish her sentence.

"Yes! She’s looking forward to giving birth to a wonderful baby boy!" The pregnant woman cheered, rubbing her stomach excitedly.

"Listen," Hera raised her eyebrows, emphasizing every one of her words, "Alcmene won’t give birth today."

Ilithyia frowned in confusion, tilting her head slightly, she remained quiet. She knew better than to question Hera.

Hera released her grip on her shoulders, her mouth set in a thin line as she stepped back.

"This is an order, Ilithyia," the woman said. "Sit down. Under no circumstances, Alcmene can give birth today."

***

Alcmene squirmed, trying to dissimulate her constant shifting and changing positions on the uncomfortable chair with a small cough. Her back was on fire, and the pressure that slowly but surely was forming in her pelvis only grew more and more powerful, almost impossible to ignore now.

She tried all the positions that her body allowed her to contort into to look for a bit of comfort, but she always ended up the same: her legs spread and her head almost thrown back, her huge belly resting between her hips.

She spent a restless night, moving around and groaning and panting. Every time it seemed like things were going to progress, they stopped. No contractions, no need to push—just the uncomfortable weight of the baby’s head resting on her pelvis. 

So against her pleas, her husband still dragged her along to the council meeting.

War, travel, plans and maps. The words of the men in front of her went in one ear and out the other, unable to focus on something that wasn't the sensations cruising through her body. It was a buildup of everything—the unexpected contractions she was unable to predict, the sensitive skin of her taut stomach, the heaviness of her breasts. The way the baby was positioned so, so low that it was painful to do anything.

A drop of sweat traveled down her forehead, falling to stain her dress. She looked down to find that her breasts were leaking, leaving wet patches on her chest.

It was a travesty to find something to wear lately that didn't rub her body in the wrong ways; everything seemed too tight, too harsh, too suffocating. Alcmene had resorted to being naked most of the time, but clearly, a council meeting wasn't good scenery to be like that.

She threw on herself the first thing she found, the chiton specially confected for her. Some other time, it would have been a pleasure to have such genteel fabrics covering her body. But now she despised it.

The fabric was constantly rubbing against her way too sensitive nipples, she was starting to leak. If she had had one more minute to consider her dressing, this wouldn't be happening.

A sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Alcmene hunched forward, one of her hands moving to bury itself under her belly and the other to grip the armrest of the chair.

In front of her, the group of men engrossed in their conversation ceased their conversation in unison, turning their attention to the woman behind them.

"Sorry," Alcmene panted. "Please... continue. Do not mind me."

Amphitryon cleared his throat, gathering the men's attention back to him.

She parted her lips slightly, letting out a slow breath as her hand massaged her womb where she could reach, trying to soothe herself. The pressure between her legs was intensifying.

Until a few hours ago, she was able to try and distract herself from it. She tried to lose herself in thought, counting the cracks in the ceiling and the tiles on the floor, but now it was impossible to ignore. Her body was sending all the signals that she wanted this baby out, and her brain wasn't able to brush them off now. She was in labor, and there was a baby coming.

Alcmene excused herself from the meeting, politely whispering to the woman sitting next to her that she needed a moment to collect herself. Every step to the door felt heavy, each movement was making her entire body ache. She swore she could feel the eyes of everyone burning on her back as she walked away, but when she looked over her shoulder, nobody was staring. Everyone else seemed to be deep in their own thoughts, engrossed in their work.

She stumbled into the hallway. Leaning against the cool stone wall of the hallway, Alcmene took deep breaths, trying to steady herself amidst the waves of pain. The sound of her own heartbeat echoed in her ears, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing.

She realized how wide her legs were forced apart by the massive weight of the baby’s head resting low on her hips and how close it was. Her hands rested over her abdomen, gently massaging the muscles under her skin, trying to relax them and relieve some of the pressure, but she soon found herself panting when another contraction took over.

Alcmene forced herself to take a step, then another, and every moment that passed, it felt as if the baby's head was forcing her lips apart wider.

As soon as she was out of sight, Alcmene’s face contorted into a grimace as she squatted down, her hands turning into fists as she gripped the fabric of her clothes to pull it up her knees and pushed.

Now, it was as if all the progress that she should’ve had in the past hours was coming all over her in one fast and furious wave. It was as if her baby was ready to come out, but her body wasn’t cooperating.

She slid her hand between her legs, tracing the bulging shape of her pussy lips, and a low groan vibrated in her throat. Her shoulders tensed and her knuckles turned white as she gathered all the strength she could think of at the moment, forcing her chin to her chest as she pushed.

Her nails dug into her thighs as she let out a strangled cry. Her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trembled from the effort, but it seemed like she was going nowhere.

"Ughnn!" Alcmene pressed the palm of her hand against the crowning head, and she felt it move slowly for a bit before it slid back inside. "Ah! Ugh…!"

***

"Stand up!"

 "Do not you dare!"

On one side: Hera's voice, on the other: Zeus' screams.

The screaming contest was driving Ilithyia crazy. The goddess of childbirth moved her hand to rub her fertile womb, feeling the life inside of her squirming. Hera was very clear with her order: to prevent Alcmene from giving birth today. But it also meant to face the rage of Zeus for ruining his little party.

Cross-legged, Ilithyia cleared her throat, shifting her hips to accommodate and find a more comfortable position with the imminent life that was coming down her birth canal.

"Ilithyia!" Zeus barked, "Stand up now, you don’t want to face the consequences later!"

The goddess gulped, feeling the familiar pressure that accompanied the impending push start to grow and spread through her body. She looked between Zeus and Hera, her face scrunched up in irresolution.

***

Alcmene felt her whole upper body tense up as she breathed in, closing her eyes and focusing on pushing. She pushed with all her might. Panting, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she couldn’t help but cry out when the weight of the baby moved down her birth canal.

Her knees buckled beneath her, and Alcmene fell to the ground. Her body was trembling with every contraction, hands clutching tightly to the material of her clothes as a loud moan escaped her lips when she finally felt the head, this time moving forward down her entrance with a push.

A bit, just a little inch, but it was enough to make Alcmene let out a loud breath, sighing in relief that this time her efforts were actually doing something. She inhaled again, her hands clenching as she closed her eyes and pushed again, biting her lips to contain a scream.

"Mhgn!"  Her face became red, and sweat was now covering her whole body. "Gods…!"

With a loud groan, her hands pressed against the cold floor as her body tensed in another push, the contractions now piling on top of each other as her body was washed over by an overwhelming urge to push that baby out.

The pain, the pressure. Alcmene gritted her teeth, her eyebrows furrowing as she focused on pushing with all her might with the next contraction that ripped through her stomach.

"Aughn!" Alcmene cried out, her head falling backward as her eyes flew open.

The baby’s head pushed on and stretched her entrance, Alcmene’s legs trembling and treating to close, trying to escape from the pain, from the burning feeling of the head stretching her open.

She remained there, puffing as her chest rose and fell wildly. It was that she wanted to feel the painful stretch of the head coming to its biggest point, but she was afraid to tear if the head came out too fast.

She moved one of her hands over her stomach to grace her fingertips over the shape of the baby’s head. Someone was coming from the other side of the hallway, their footsteps echoing in the air, but everything Alcmene could focus on was the baby crowning between her legs. She had left all decorum and modesty behind a long time ago.

Taking a deep breath in, pulling her chin to her chest and closing her eyes, she pushed. Her hips moved upwards in the air, her forehead resting against the cold floor and her legs trembled as the head slowly made its way out.

With a grunt, her hips jerked upwards again, and she screamed into her clenched fists.

A gush of amniotic liquid rushed out of her, the wet fabric of her gown sticking to her thighs and to her sweaty body. All of her ached, from her sensitive, leaking breasts to the taut skin of her contracting stomach; the worst of it was her crowning pussy. 

Alcmene pushed, every muscle in her body tensing with the effort, and with a gush, the massive head of the baby popped out of her. She gasped, and then she felt the feeling of a warm hand pressing against her lower back.

She tilted her head over her shoulder to find a man kneeling behind her, catching the baby’s head.

Alcmene closed her eyes again, resting her forehead against the floor as she panted heavily. Her lips turned into a thin line to keep the moans contained. Taking a deep breath, she focused on pushing as soon as the next contraction took over. Slowly, the shoulders started to make their way out of her.

"Nhgn!"  Alcmene whimpered, her back arching in an attempt to escape the pain. "Ohhhhhhhh!"

She cried, gripping onto the floor desperately as she gritted her teeth, her body tensing as she pushed again. After what seemed to be an eternity of pushing and squirming, the shoulders were out, and the rest of the baby's body came out.

Alcmene gasped for air, her eyes screwed up as sweat trickled down her temples. 

Breathing hard and fast, she remained there, trying to catch her breath.

Next one? Alcmene opened her eyes, looking around to see what he was talking about, but she was interrupted when another cramp hit her. She grunted, and her eyes opened wide when she felt something coming down her birth canal.

As she felt the mass descend rapidly, Alcmene panted when a contraction hit her again. Soon, she felt that familiar feeling taking over her again: she needed to push. 

Again.

The head of another baby was descending slowly through her birth canal. Faster than the last one, her body seemed to do what she knew, and pushing with every contraction, the head descended faster, crowning in a matter of just a few pushes. 

This one was smaller than its brother.

"Ughn!"  Alcmene groaned loudly when the head stretched her open again, and with a small grunt, she pushed it out. "Ah!"

The rest of the body came out easily, and soon Alcemene found herself holding two small babies against her chest, the two boys sucking frantically at her breasts.

"Alcides...and Iphicles," she whispered to the children. The names sounded strangely beautiful rolling off her tongue.

[flnpushy]

I love when babies get stuck right at this spot for awhile. The mother tries to wiggle, or move her legs, but yet the baby just stays in there

[yiyuaner]

A continuous labor pose pack,This pose pack include 8 positions,work in conjunction with my naked super big boobs body!

[blkdaddie]

The pressure is unrelenting. I can’t catch my breath; I can’t escape the burning. Every time I open my mouth a voice I don’t recognize fills the room – animalistic screams, grunts, cries. The sounds of effort.

'Clay, you're doing great,' Dr. Johnson said, her voice filled with encouragement. 'Just remember to breathe and push when you feel the contractions.'

'I can't do this,' I whispered, my voice barely audible. 'Yes, you can,' Nurse Williams said, his hand resting gently on my shoulder. 'You're strong, Clay. You're going to be a great father.' I took a deep breath and tried to relax, but the contractions kept coming, each one more intense than the last. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out. 'I can’t - I need to change positions,' I said, my voice strained. Dr. Johnson nodded and helped me move to a kneeling position. I felt the pressure building up inside me, and I knew it was time to push. 'I can't do this!” I cry out again. Nurse Williams’ words are kind but his voice is firm. “You will do this. For your baby. You’re so close” The words cut through the haze, and beneath it, the soft thrum of my baby’s heartbeat. I will live for this child, fight for this child, endure every hurt and pain to protect this baby.

The ring of fire is intense as my baby crowns. My old life succumbs to the flames and a new life as a father emerging. The nurse guides my hand to my rear, and I am overwhelmed by the soft wet hair under my fingertips.

I feel the baby moving down, closer and closer to the world outside. I bear down, all of my muscles working in tandem until I feel a pop and immediate relief. “Head is out! You’re doing it! Don’t push, just wait, let the shoulders rotate.”

I can feel the shoulders are broad, strong, an impossible pressure where my entrance has become this child’s exit. I am shaking but my resolve is steady. One more push, a final rush, then suddenly a squalling bundle is in my arms.

I lie back and barely register the doctors and nurses rushing around. All of my energy and attention is focused on the tiny baby boy on my chest. He is perfect, he is loved, and he is mine.

[xxemiexx]

Do It Again

Request

Around 2500 words

Dark theme, birth denial, clothing birth

I took deep breaths as I slid the dildo inside of me, the soft vibrations taking my mind off the contractions. Hopefully this would help me get through my last shift.

I put on 2 pairs of tight panties over the top to ensure the dildo stayed in place. This baby was not being born today I needed that bonus from work too badly.

The bus station came into my sight but the bus was already there

"Shit! Please wait!" I shouted and started a slow jog up to it but the driver shut the door.

"Please!" I waved and shouted but the bus drove off.

A contraction rushed through my stomach and I quickly ducked into an ally as I doubled over, I pulled my phone out and turned the vibrator up needing something to ease the pain.

I started to walk very quickly so I wouldn't be late.

I got to work 5 minutes before my shift started. I rushed to put my coat and bag in my locker, the movement of the stairs moving the dildo inside of me making my moan quietly to myself.

Just 7 hours and I could go home and give birth. I clocked in and went to the shop floor.

The store manager, John, came up to me after a while of stacking shelves.

"Could you get something from the top shelf for me sweetheart?" He smirked as he asked looking me up and down.

I nodded and walked towards the isle, grabbing a step stool on the way. I carefully made my way up and reached towards the back of the top shelf, the stretching movement allowing the baby to drop down. I groaned a little, focusing on the task.

He chuckled to himself as I felt his hand press against my vagina, I gasped as the dildo went deeper, pushing through my dilating cervix.

"Oh my god!" I said breathlessly. I looked around for help but the isle was empty. He pushed the dildo so far into my cervix I felt the vibrations in my stomach. I doubled over holding the shelves to keep me up.

"I could fuck that baby out of you sweetie, I'll take good care of you. You better keep quiet if you want the bonus." He whispered into my ear as he reached inside my trousers pushing deeper through the panties.

The stretch of the dildo in my cervix made my eyes water.

"Come with me baby." He pulled me down from the stool. I was in a haze of shock, pleasure and pain as he lead me to the entrance of the store.

He told the front of store staff he was taking me to the hospital as I was in labour. They nodded and wished me luck before going back to their work.

He led me out to his car, it was small and only had two doors, he opened the passenger door and pulled the seat forward telling me to get in the back.

"I won't be able to fit in there." I panted, there was no room in the back, both front seats pushed back as much as they could be.

"Get in, it's the back seats or the trunk." He grabbed my arm and pushed me forward.

I took my time to climb through the small gap, gasping when I felt the baby flail around in my stomach when the manager slapped my ass, the dildo digging in hard.

"Good girl." He said when I was finally in. He slammed the door.

I tried to move my legs so I could spread them, there was an ache deep inside me, needing relief from the pressure I kept trying but I was so restricted from my tight pants and the lack of space back here.

John finally got in and started his car.

"Please take me to the hospital." I panted rubbing my stomach as a contraction hit me.

"We're going sweetheart don't you worry!" He chuckled and set off. "Put your seatbelt on." He warned, looking at me through the rear view.

I reached and pulled it around me, it was incredibly tight around my stomach. He seemed pleased with this and got on the highway.

The vibrations inside me were steadily increasing, my hips bucking from the seat searching for friction. John chuckled and I saw my phone in his hand, he was controlling it. He turned it up full and threw it in the seat next to him.

My hips were bucking faster, moving the dildo deeper inside of me, I put my hand inside my pants, reaching for it to pump it in and out of me but I could no longer feel it it was so deep inside me.

I whimpered and rubbed my clit, searching for any kind of release.

All of a sudden John slammed his breaks on, the seatbelt tightening around my stomach so hard the air left my lungs.

I felt something trickling out of me, wetting the seat underneath me.

"No..." I pulled my hand out and it was wet.

"Ah your water! Don't worry, when we get where we're going you won't need it." He said and turned into his drive.

He pulled me out the car, and into his house.

"Let's look at what's going on down here sweetie." He pushed me to lay on his couch and pulled my jeans off and removed my pants, he inserted the length of his thumb inside of me behind the dildo, forcing it through my cervix once again. I felt the baby move in my stomach.

He slid the dildo out after a few extra rough pumps. There was a pop of amniotic fluid on the exit.

I took the opportunity to push, John grabbed my legs behind my knees and pushed them up to my stomach, seemingly aiding my pushing.

"That's it, push hard!" He pushed down on my stomach forcing the head through my cervix with such force my head was spinning.

He did the same again and the head moved rapidly through my birth canal.

A contraction took over and forced me to bear down, the head coming to my opening. John chuckled and pushed my legs apart further as he pushed on my stomach.

I screamed at the speed all this was happening, pressure hitting me from all directions.

Fluid spurted out of me around the stretch of the head and there was a sudden and forceful pop as the head shot out.

"That's it!" He gave a forceful shove to my stomach and pushed my knees so they were by my shoulders.

"Agghhh!! No! Please stop!" I begged him reaching down to touch the baby he was forcing out of me.

The shoulders pop out next and the baby arms come out next, leaving it half out of me.

John let's go of my legs and sighs.

"Silly me! I forgot I had some stuff to do today!" He chuckled to himself. "I'm so forgetful." He said has he pushed the baby's arms back inside of me.

"No John please!" I cried as he pushed the shoulders and head back inside me, he does this until the baby is forced back into my womb.

"Doesn't that just feel better!" He smiled, "It's a shame your water broke, it would be safer in there with some protection." He stood there thinking to himself for a second.

The urge to push slowly creeping up on me.

He left the room for a few seconds, reaching something in the kitchen.

I didn't have the energy to get up and move, I wanted to run away so badly.

He returned with a funnel with a long tube and a 2 litre bottle of water.

"I'm just going to make it like your water never broke!" He smiled, saying it like it was simple.

He grabbed my legs and walked behind the sofa with them making me fall back and hit my head on the floor.

"Gotta have gravity keep the water in!" He chuckled and spread my legs, I put my hands on the floor to support my head.

"Please John! Don't do this I need to push!" I beg as he slid the tube inside me with his fingers.

He held the funnel up and poured the cold water in.

I gasped and tried to wriggle away but he was holding my legs too tightly.

"Yeah, this is a cold one isn't it! I only had water in the fridge!" He laughed and emptied the entire 2 litres into my womb. The stretch felt unbearable but not as bad as the cold feeling.

He finally put the funnel down and pushed something big inside me.

"Ow no!" I gasped as I felt some liquid spill out of me because of how much he had poured in.

His mouth connected with my clit before I could process anything else.

I moaned and arched my back best I could with the full feeling.

He licked and nibbled on my clit, a hand reaching round to my breast. He rubbed my nipple through the fabric.

"John!" I moaned and cried out as I came, clamping down on whatever he had pushed inside me.

He quickly shut my legs and forced some very tight underwear up before wriggling my jeans back on me.

"There you go! It's like it never happened!" He pulled me up to standing.

The weight of all the water in my stomach nearly pulled me over. I rubbed my hands over it.

"It's nearly doubled in size." John commented, "if you're a good girl and do what I say I'll drink from you, you're so full of milk." He reached to grab my breasts.

A groan left my mouth as the baby flailed around in my stomach, my nipples aching for some stimulation.

"Please, I need to push, the water is too much!" I cried.

"We're going to do some errands, the vibrations will get more intense whenever I want them to." He opened the app on his phone and hit the max setting making me gasp as I got close to climaxing around the dildo.

"John!" I moaned, I rubbed my clit over the tight jeans and moaned as the orgasm hit me, my legs shook with the pleasure.

"See, I'll make you feel good if you're a good girl." John purred in my ear.

He turned the vibrations down and pulled me toward the stairs.

“Let’s get you a new top, this ones covered in milk.” He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, that alone let a fresh flood of milk out.

He pulled my top over my head and threw it on the couch, he then reached round to unhook my bra leaving my top half fully exposed.

His fingers flicked over my nipples, the sensation brought on another contraction instantly.

“Owwwwww-! John please!” I tried to squat down but the weight of my stomach would allow it.

“Let’s go upstairs.” He stood behind me and pushed me slowly towards them, it took my a deep breath to lift my leg and get on the first step.

“This can’t take all day!” John reminded me. By the fourth step a contraction took over me and I was pushing, John tutted and pulled my body down into a squat.

The pressure made my body ache. I crawled up the rest of the stairs and finally made it to his room.

He gave me a shirt but before I could slip it on, he latched onto my nipple, sucking and drinking from me.

I moaned and gripped his hair.

I gasped as I felt a little dribble of cold water run down my thigh. I must be dilating around the dildo.

He covered me with the T-shirt and made me face the stairs again. More cold water ran down my thighs as I had to stop to push. We got outside eventually and he opened the trunk of his car.

“Do you need help getting in?” I moved to get in, it was a tight fit.

“If that baby’s out by the time I open the trunk I’ll force it back inside of you and you won’t give birth for a month!” He threatened and slammed the boot shut.

The force of the slam hit the top of my stomach, the pressure knocking the air out of me.

My legs were left open, in a birthing position. It made the vibrations feel so much more intense when he turned them up full!

I moaned as more water escaped.

We were driving for what felt like an hour. He finally pulled over and I heard him on the phone, his voice faded and 30 minutes later I was struggling to hold on.

I undid my pants and wiggled them down, only able to get them to my hips, my thighs spread too wide to go any lower.

I reached in the panties and pulled the dildo hard, it hit my panties and slid right back in.

“Fuck!!” That felt so good. I did it a few more times until I came around it.

I then pushed my pants to the side and with a strong push, the dildo came out of me, along with floods and floods of water!

The baby’s head shot down so quick it blocked most of the water from coming out.

“Oh god!” I moaned as the head was at my opening ready to crown.

I felt the head pushed down lower as a contraction hit through my stomach

I gripped the back of my thighs and pulled up towards my stomach as I pushed hard.

A scream left my throat as the head reached a full crown in my underwear. I looked around for something to cut the pants with, I can’t pull them any lower.

I find an old pair of scissors and start to cut down from the zipper, I just get to the front when I need to push again.

“Fuck!” I pull my legs up as much as I could and pushed, the head inching out slowly.

I quickly cut the rest of the pants and felt the baby’s head, half out of me and I push, birthing the head into my hands.

A gush of water escaped around the head.

I was mid push when the trunk opened and John took in what was happening.

He chuckled as I begged for him to leave me alone.

“I’m gonna let you give birth, then I’m going to push it back in, so you can do it again.” He pulled me out the trunk roughly and dragged me into the field we were parked in.

The baby dropping lower inside me with each step.

“She’s going to fall onto the floor!” I screamed as the urge to push took over.

John pushed me to the floor I landed on my stomach, the force alongside the pushing forced my baby out of me, the water gushed from me.

The crying made a sigh of relief leave me.

John picked the baby up and started pushing its feet back inside me.

“I’ll leave its head out. Now do it again.” He chuckled.