#childbirth kink

[nancypreggo]

🫄5️⃣ 🏫 💦

tags/kinks: non-binary, multiple babies, public birth, orgasmic/erotic birth.

It wasn’t the most ideal situation, having to deal with a rowdy classroom full of young adults, let alone having to deal with it while also lugging around over forty pounds of baby in an overstuffed womb. 

Although they had made the most of their unexpectedly large pregnancy, not even a doctor’s recommendation to start parental leave in their late third trimester was going to stop them and their well thought-out lesson plan. A belly full of quints couldn’t have been foreseen nine months prior but they were managing better than most. They welcomed fascinated students to come and rub their distended belly between classes, the young students mesmerized and gasped out of astonishment when they could see the restless lives stirring under the taut skin. 

It was two days before their scheduled parental leave when everything happened. The day had started off normally and the general aches and pains of pregnancy went without much thought at all as they’d gone about their routine and got to school. They sat behind their desk with an ungraceful harumph, a hand coming up to stroke the widest part of their belly. The babies had lowered themselves considerably in the last few days and they were just thinking parental leave couldn’t come soon enough when their first class of the day began filtering into the room.

“Wow, any day now, huh, Mx?” One of the students asked with a little chuckle, amused with how large their teacher had gotten or how sluggishly they moved.

Thank god for PowerPoint and laser pointers because the very pregnant teacher knew they’d be teaching while seated for at least most of the day. It was halfway through the lecture when a gripping pain struck them in their abdomen and before they could even deduce what was happening, a torrent of fluid came gushing out between their legs. The sound was unmissable and they were just thankful that they were seated behind their desk so none of the students could see their lower half and considerably soaked pants. 

“What was that..?” A student asked.

The teacher chuckled nervously and grabbed for a nearby roll of paper towels, very quickly unspooling a few sheets to place on the tiled floor. “Oh, clumsy me-- I must’ve hit my drink and it fell over..!” they said, trying to mask what had really happened. When their class left then they could properly address what was happening to them. The lecture wouldn’t be disrupted when it was already more than half over.

It wasn’t uncommon for them to rub their round tummy throughout the day so they hoped their almost incessant rubbing at the side of their belly went unnoticed. They were trying the best that they could to calm the impatient lives inside but the babies would wait for no one, not even the parent that carried them to term.

With mere minutes left in the class period, a strong contraction rippled through the teacher’s body and they let out an erotic moan as a knee-jerk reaction. They pushed themself back from the desk as every head in the classroom pulled their attention from their books or their phones to the laboring teacher at the front of the class.

“O-oh, g-god..!” The teacher exclaimed, pulling their shirt up to expose the reddened and contorting flesh of their stuffed dome. “M-my babies..!”

Some of the more capable students jumped to their feet and scrambled to their teacher’s aid, helping them take off their pants while a few others left the room altogether to fetch for better qualified help. Many students who were still seated at their desks had pulled out their phones to record the scene unfolding in front of them.

As the teacher’s feet were brought up to rest on the desk, their entire sex was fully exposed and a murmur could be heard throughout the room. It was extremely vulnerable for the teacher to be in such a state and a strong blush radiated from their face all the way down their neck and chest.

“The baby is crowning, Mx,” a student told them, “You should push with the next contraction.”

With a petulant whine, the teacher felt their firstborn grinding against their sore sex and a jolt of arousal went all throughout them. “F-fuck…” they rasped, their fingers pressing into the tight flesh of their overcrowded belly. “Feels good…” They couldn’t help but to speak out what they were feeling, their usual teacher filter completely gone as they succumbed to their body’s visceral urges.

As a contraction racked through them, a loud moan from the deepest part of their throat echoed throughout the room. They were pushing and slowly but surely they were opening for the first large baby. Juices were all but streaming out of their hole, spilling onto the tiled floor beneath them. When they felt gentle fingers prodding their sex, they pushed and let out a loud cry of relief. The first baby’s massive head was out.

“It’s so b-big-- feels… feels so good coming out of me,” the teacher confessed, writhing as much as their office chair would allow. With the students’ help, they stretched their legs as far apart as possible so they could birth the rest of their first baby. The large shoulders of the newborn were lodged in a very sensitive position. The teacher’s pleasure center in their brain was working on overload as each contraction brought multiple pounds of pressure pressing right against their most erogenous area. This was not the time to be aroused but they had no say in the matter.

Pushing through the crescendoing pleasure, the first of five babies burst through and was deftly caught by capable hands. The heavy set newborn was placed on their chest, crying loudly for its parent. “Oh-- Oh my g-god, that’s my baby..!” the teacher cried out with joy, shaky hands coming to grab the baby and hold it close. “Oh my god, this just came out of me…”

And another was hot on their older sibling’s heels as the teacher had next to no time for reprieve as another pleasure-filled contraction gripped their stomach. They could feel the next large baby filling up their birth canal and they hadn’t even had time to really meet their first. “O-oh, oh-- another… ugh, they j-just keep coming..!” they exclaimed, pushing with their next contraction.

Just like moments ago, the second baby’s head bulged out their parent’s sex, stretching it to its limits upon their exit. Unlike the first birth, however, this baby wasn’t coming out quite so easily. Just when it seemed like the baby’s crowning head was about to come out, the teacher fell back against their chair as their contraction and strength both tapered off. As they whined, the baby slowly disappeared behind the lips of their parent’s sex.

“T-too big…” the teacher cried, unable to overcome the amount of pleasure they were getting from their labor to properly push the baby out.

Very suddenly, a large hand was pushing down on the globe that was their belly. The pressure was so immense and suddenly they were experiencing an indescribable amount of euphoric pleasure without even a contraction. They screamed at the top of their lungs as the baby’s head burst through their sex’s lips with a strong gush of fluids.

A student batted the hand away, belonging to another student who was just trying to help. “What the hell are you doing?! You’re hurting them!” she accused, looking down at the baby’s head that was just dangling between her teacher’s legs.

“They were having a hard time pushing-- I helped! The baby’s head is out, isn’t it?” Another voice shouted, bickering.

“M-more..! More, please; get this baby o-out of me..!” The teacher pleaded, their hands going to their belly and attempting to push just as their student had done before.

“See?!” Very quickly, multiple hands were placed on the teacher’s rounded belly and they all pressed down together.

The teacher’s hips bucked up at the sensation, their sex throbbing with a desire for more. It was dizzying to think they would be doing this three more times even after this baby was born. An almost chant-like whining puffed out of their mouth and with another scream and orgasm, they were coming and the baby was pushed out. The newest baby was quickly placed on her parent’s chest and the space was now crowded.

Thankfully, someone had looked up a YouTube tutorial on how to properly cut an umbilical cord and two students who had experience with babies took each of the newborns to their desks to watch over them. Some students offered up their hoodies and extra shirts to keep the babies warm, which was just as well because stronger contractions meant one more life was about to enter the already bustling classroom.

The teacher was a sweaty mess, their efforts having the room smell heavily of sex and birth fluids. They had already climaxed at least twice and if three more babies in their womb meant at least three more orgasms, they were afraid they might pass out from pure bliss. “Th-three more…” they informed their students, some of which were unaware that the teacher was carrying so many. Shifting uncomfortably where they sat, the teacher asked for help to stand up and walk in the hopes that gravity might help get the rest of their babies out. 

Just as they had taken a few steps, the door swung open with the students that had left, bringing with them a school nurse and a few other faculty. Shocked eyes went from the birthing teacher over to the two newborns that were squalling for their parent, then back again.

“I… M-more babies are c-coming…” The teacher cried, their knees buckling beneath them. The students that had helped them to stand up were now carefully lowering them to the floor as the realization came that the third baby was stretching them wide. “C-can’t stop, I can’t stop-- f-feels so good..!” They moaned as they leaned back against one of the students for support as they pushed. It felt too good that they came twice more before the baby’s head was even out and the wide shoulders gave them their strongest orgasm yet.

They were a shaky, sweaty mess when their third baby entered the world with a loud cry. Students that had been doing on-hands help had been replaced by the school nurse and faculty, while someone had announced that an ambulance had been called. Someone wondered aloud if a single ambulance could even transport the sheer amount of babies that were coming out of their teacher.

“You’re doing amazing,” An older male teacher cooed into the ear of the one birthing, his large hand coming to stroke the prominent although somewhat-deflated belly. “I had no idea you were capable of this-- of having so many…”

The teacher whined, turning their head to look at the older man to the best of their ability. “J-just… I just wanna keep having babies,” they babbled, borderline incoherent before wincing because of a brand-new contraction. There were still two babies left inside and the next one had taken its time getting into position.

The man chuckled deviously, his next words whispered only for a single person’s ears. “Oh, that can definitely be arranged, love. After seeing so many tumble out of you I want to see how many more you can have…”

The thought of being filled only to do this yet again sent a thrill up their sore back. “Y-yeah… yes..!” they mewled as their gaping hole was suddenly filled with an exiting mass. They grinded their hips back and forth against nothing, as if they could simply thrust the baby out into the world. They were already coming again and the baby was barely crowning.

By the time the paramedics arrived with professional help, there was only one baby left inside. More students from other classes had at some point filtered into the classroom to witness the spectacle for themselves, although they were very quickly shooed away by teachers or the school nurse to give as much privacy as possible. The students who had been holding the now-sleeping newborns were allowed to stay to keep the babies warm and make sure they were okay.

When the paramedics attempted to help the teacher up onto the stretcher, they were met with a very adamant rejection. “N-no, it… baby’s already--” the teacher sputtered, spreading their legs as far apart as possible to give the paramedics a good look at their crowning baby. All five babies were going to be born in that classroom and there was nothing anybody could do about it. Having already pushed out four, a fifth proved to be routine by this point. Although the feeling of bearing down around the wide skull was still as overwhelming as ever, the teacher at least knew to expect it and had found a vague rhythm to pushing that felt best to them.

“Oh, my,” the main paramedic sounded off as they delicately touched the stretched sex around the baby’s crowning head. They glanced over to where the newborns were being monitored. “I think this one is your biggest yet…”

The teacher couldn’t help but to laugh wearily. “Of course it is…” They rubbed their hand over their mostly deflated tummy, the largest baby fully engaged and ready to be birthed. As much of an inconvenience having such an overcrowded and heavy womb had been, they were going to miss being pregnant.

With a mounting contraction, they let out a feeble, wanton cry as they pushed. It was obvious by the stretch how large the baby truly was, easily outweighing any of its older siblings. Progress was minimal just judging from the way it felt between their legs.

“Last one, love,” the male teacher who was still holding his birthing lover in his arms. He had whispered encouraging words into their ear since he’d arrived and his big hands very rarely ever left that pregnant swell. “You’ve just got one more and then you’ll have all of your babies…”

“Last one,” they parroted back weakly, shallow breaths coming out heavily as they strained over their final oversized baby. They were very sensitive and tired, their face covered in a film of sweat and tears from how much they had strained. It had been a while since they had started pushing and they could hear all of their babies cooing from across the room. They just needed to push this last one out so the babies could be cared for by their parent.

As another contraction racked through them and it felt like they were being split apart in only the most delicious of ways, they let out a guttural moan as they summoned what little energy they had left to push their last baby out. As they pushed and their hole grew impossibly wide around the large baby’s head, gasps and other exclamations of awe went ignored. The baby’s head broke free and with it, yet another wet gush of the pregnant teacher’s arousal. They had climaxed so many times-- even more times than it had taken to get them this pregnant in the first place. It only took one last contraction and few more strong pushes to get the rest of the baby out, a large little boy who looked more like an infant than a newborn in the paramedic’s hands.

[grandesteartherquakedreamer]

The AkuMother: Her Firstborn

(FINALLY! After having this caged in my brain for over a year, I now have the courage to share this story of mine. Not to confuse the two stories I commissioned to @gimmeabigpush. SHE wrote those stories, not me. I'm once again inspired by her for me to write this. Also, a MASSIVE kudos to @demonsandco {Yes, the one with the Obey Me's Demon Brothers Redesign} for the gorgeous art of my MC / OC! Like I said previously, this is a 18+ kink and smut fanfiction.

If you're under 18, PLZ DNI! If the following tags aren't your cup of tea, you're also free to ignore it. More importantly, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I wrote it! 😈🤰) {Edit: You may have noticed that I made some slight changes and attempted to fix any mistakes I find. My apologies in advance. }

They felt it. Their eyes widened in concern and froze at whatever they were doing as soon as it happened. The Seven Rulers of the Underworld all got up and stampeded past the hallway, down the stairs and made it outside the guest room. To “her” bedroom. The door was closed, so one of the demons reached for the door handle. But his eldest brother stopped him. He put a finger above his lips and hushed them before they could panic.

"She said she’ll take a nap and we do not wish to frighten her,” he said. "Don't make a move until I signal to you all."

When he finished speaking, he opened the door slowly. It creaked as it swayed apart. Inside of the room was a tree that grew from the ground. With lanterns hung from the branches and its vines covering part of the wall. Under the tree on the bed with her back facing them was her. The demon mother-to-be herself, Yuki. 

The demon's long, light pink hair was twisted and twirled in a braid. Her body was covered in a thin blanket. She stirred awake as soon as she felt the presence of her seven doting partners. Fresh air flooded into her nose and deep in her lungs followed by a yawn so soft it was almost impossible to hear. A unique warmness flooded her senses. Though she was a little more sore than previously, she also felt her child is exactly where they were meant to be. So dreamy-eyed and tranquill, she shifted her body and reached her arms towards the headboard. That's when the eldest signaled his younger brothers to help Yuki up. Of course, just being there with someone they've known in under a year would be helpful as well. 

When Yuki managed to sit upright with their assistance, more of the young mother revealed herself as the blanket fell on her lap. She was wearing a sports bra when she slept. More notably, her magnificent gravid belly dropped. At mercy of the hands of gravity. As she looked at her seven sires, she smiled sheepishly at them. 

With one hand on the mattress to keep herself up, while the other hand caressing on her baby bump. 

She knew that they’d known why they appeared before her. Yuki looked down at the bed and used her free hand to remove the blanket. They gasped either in amazement or horror. 

The other end of the mattress alongside a pillow for her legs was freshly soaked. The naked flower between her thighs is still oozing with the clear fluid. Yuki tilted her head as her smile grew wider alongside flushing pink cheeks. She giggled before she said:

"She's ready to meet all of us."

-

Shortly after the confirmation of Yuki entering her first stage of labor, Lucifer turned and asked his brothers if there was anything else to prepare for the child's arrival. They both watch as the other demons shoved and scattered out of the door. Causing a bit of a commotion down the hallway. 

“Why did you phrase it like that?” she asked him, her eyes meeting his own. "The way you've said it made it sound like the end times were upon us. Plus, there's no rush."

Lucifer knelt before her. Placing his large gloved hand on Yuki’s warm, stretched skin. He sighed. 

"It’s …still hard to wrap my head around." He answered. Certainly seeing the Avatar of Pride being vulnerable was a rare sight. Especially feeling a sort of guilt from his past. 

Yuki placed both of her hands and played with his hair, minding the horns. While she played, she suddenly stopped as Lucifer lowered his brow. Something stirred deep within her. He placed both hands on the lower swell of her belly. On cue, Yuki removed her hands from his head, placed them on top of her belly, and began her breathing techniques she was taught. 

Pressure began the shutter and tense within her midsection and her pelvis. It wasn't terribly strong. Yet it felt so tense, yet so natural. They have both remembered the teachings of the maternity books. Lucifer was the only few who paid close attention to every detail. Even if it were headed to more… graphic parts. Oh, would he dare to mention how she sounded? The young mother hummed and whimpered lightly, focusing solely on her breathing. It was music to his ears. Part of him wished he could hear her like this for as long as he'd want.

When the first of many of these "waves" subsided, Yuki exhaled deeply and relaxed. Shifting her hips slightly, she leans down to kiss the top of Lucifer's head. He felt much more relaxed from that. Tender even. He looked at Yuki's belly and used both hands to move up and down, caressing it. Entranced by the strength of her body. She's also kind enough to let Lucifer kiss her beautiful baby bump.

"No doubt, you'll bring a whole new life into the world." He murmured. "You have every reason to feel proud of yourself." Then he looked up at his partner as she gazed down at him, even if her belly made it harder to see. She gave a slightly confused look back at him before she spoke. 

"There's no need to be anxious, Luci dear.~ She said, changing her tone at the end. "It'll be a while before I make room for her to make a grand entrance."

Lucifer sigh as he got up. He even helped Yuki up to her feet from the bed. Not before putting a hand under her chin and kissing her lips boldly. She wasn't taken aback of how forward he is, and even allowed his tongue to meet her own. When he pulled away, Yuki panted for air as she wrapped her arm around him and he did the same. Both of them walked out of the guestroom so the young mother could spend more time laboring with her other six partners. This is just the beginning of her labor, and she felt so ready to go forward with the ones closest and most intimate with her.

-

An hour or so passed, and the progress of these “pangs” became more regular. Steadier, stronger, closer together. It sure wasn’t as easy to keep them in check. Especially if you claim to be as “great” as Mammon. His younger brother Leviathan was present too. They and Yuki are in the common room (the same room where Yuki first met the brothers). She sat on the chair facing the fireplace. Levi undoing her braid (because it promotes better blood flow according to her), while his older brother knelt next to her. Propped his elbow on the armchair and held Yuki's hand. 

When they were not becoming an anxious mess once another strong sensation overcome her, they both stared at Yuki in awe. Mesmerized even. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and hips, the sports bra nearly at its breaking point trying to contain her milk-filled tits. If her pregnant glow wasn't enough before, the golden glow of the fireplace made her radiate. Once she had to breathe through a contraction, both of them did well on the pressure points they were taught to deal with according to their clever, but short-tempered younger brother. Levi used both hands to massage her shoulders while Mammon applied some counterpressure on Yuki’s widened hips and plush outer thighs. They've even praised her with whispered affirmations.

"You got this one, don'cha babe?." One of them said,

"Y-Y-You're absolutely stunning!" Another one said, whispering behind her ear.

Of course it was much more challenging to stay calm for all of them. The baby was pressing, barreling, almost grinding against her still opening cervix. Low. She felt so low. Low enough to slip out at any given time, but that's impossible. The extra amount of trickling fluid didn't help either. When the pressure finally released, the three of them relaxed simultaneously. Mammon was especially relieved. 

"That contraction didn't bother ya too much, did it?" He asked.

Her eyes fluttered open but frowned down at him.

"Mammon, I told you NOT to use that word." She answered. Levi glared back at him with a towel in hand. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

That was how it went for them. Yuki is already halfway in dilation, which is a good sign that her little girl was well on her way. Spending time with two brothers who gave each other a bit of a hard time. Yet they made sure to put Yuki's care first and foremost. They assisted her with resilience. Their younger brothers would surely follow suit.

-

Now the pangs were hitting ever closer and more intensely than ever. Yuki didn't think she processed as quickly as she did. Not Satan. The blonde hair demon could tell she'll deliver soon enough. This time, they're both in the library. They both experiment with different positions and vocal tones. Those were helpful to either relax or cope as the waves crashed within her womb. Her favorite part is the essential oils. It was Asmodeus' idea, as it so happened that he arrived to check on them both. Followed up by the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Satan filled them in on the current situation before he left to take care of something else in the living room. 

The three youngest brothers went up to Yuki. Asmo embraced her, while the twins nuzzled her from behind. Their presence gave her much needed comfort during and between the intensities. Swapping spots periodically. Massage her. Sore areas and pressure points on her slim yet curvy body. Kissing her lips. Her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulders. Stimulating her. First taking off the sports bra to finally free her sore breast. Then wrapping their lips around her hard nipple and pinching the other. Then they kiss her taut belly lower and lower, until they kiss directly on her petals, and the sensitive pearl within. The second their mouth was set in place, the young mother went from whimpering and panting to a half-moan, half-whine that sounded deliciously sublime. She could tell by the electricity tingling up and down her spine, they took her physical and emotional care to the next level. Many internal squeezes, contractions, whatever you call came and went. One after the other. Soon as the latest was over, one of brothers first slipped their fingertips in their mouth and they checked on Yuki's process.

She has just hit transition. 

-

The twins left first as they head to meet up the others as planned. A few minutes later, arm and arm, the other two demons followed in their footsteps. Taking the opportunity between the powerful waves, they walked (and waddled) toward the halls until they reached the doors to the dining room. Asmo looked at the exhausted and reluctant demon. When her timid eyes met his own, he gave her a reassuring smile. With his free hand, he passively forced the door open, and they both entered.

"Look at what we did, darling!" He said as he pointed out something. Yuki raised her head, and what did she see on her left?

The once empty living room was now fully redecorated. String lights held by the two chandeliers were decorated with butterflies and crystals, and flowers and stars. The walls were covered in pastel-colored crepe streamers. The extra pillows and flower petals were made in a big circle like a giant nest, surrounded by lanterns on the floor. Save the fireplace under the large mirror. Lucifer and his brothers were already waiting for them both. 

Everything was finally ready. All those nine long months would be rewarded for their marvelous significance ahead of them all. The eight of them each sat on color-coded cushions on different spots of the "nest". Yuki sat upright in the center (of course), with a thick towel under her legs. Lucifer and Satan knelt behind her with their arms wrapped around her own and gripped her hands gently. Her legs spread wide open like the butterfly wings on her back. Mammon and Levi held on to one leg, and Beel and Belphie held the other leg. With no one else to be, Asmo knelt in front at Yuki’s feet in full display. Full-term, fully nude, fully open. Full of last-minute anxiety.

"I…I…I-" she couldn't even form a sentence. Almost lost in a thick fog of her emotions at this point. The timing couldn't be worse, as her belly turned a bloody pink with a brutally powerful contraction. 

-

"Yuki."

Hearing her name being called, she anchored back into reality. Her eyes watering, chest heaving, heartbeat thundering. Even what she's about to go through, the world around her seems to slow down. She looks at her sires. Up front, right, and left. Surrounded by warmth by the hearth, safety, and most importantly. Unconditional love.

"If you would both allow us," Lucifer spoke up after clearing his throat. "We all have one more surprise." He turned to his youngest brother.

“Belphegor?”

Belphie turns his head to Lucifer and nods his head.

First, he sang a verse of a song. Then Levi as he caressed her leg, and then Asmo made Yuki look up at him with his fingers under her chin. Next up was Satan rubbing his thumb on her hand. Followed up by Mammon, then Lucifer right after him, and finally Beel. At last the choir of their voices sang out in unity is unlike anything she had ever heard. She could’ve sworn that they sounded like angels. With no one else to blame, not even herself. Her mind and body were put at ease. Even the child who is about to leave her tight home can hear their voices too. Allowing both mother and child allowed their words to strike directly at their hearts. Especially with the final two words. 

“My Love.”

That's it. Her intern wisdom activates just as the pressure begins to grow in a different way. Yuki, feeling empowered, closed her eyes and smiled softly. For a quick moment, her seven partners were awestruck. Her beauty and her strength transformed her. To them, she's become a goddess, hands down. They were ready. The demon mother inhaled through her nose and tucked her chin. The baby's head weighing on the fully open cervix.

With everyone present, she gave in to the urge to push for the very first time. Yuki is giving birth, and it felt just... Right.

Her glossy orb of a belly became brick hard with each future wave. Feeling the large sphere descend into her vagina. Into the canal. Already slippery wet and silky-smooth, despite how tight it is.

The expansion of the mussel and tissue is almost inconceivable, as if it was being stimulated. She made sure her first delivery would be extra precious. Even when the wave subsided, she caught her breath. Her eyes lulled, but twinkle with a mix of contentment and ecstasy.

This was a birth the princes have ever been present too. Whether they were embarrassed or not. If they felt shameful or not. They made sure to keep her legs far back without feeling restricted. When she did get time to rest, they made sure to whisper their praises and encouragement. If the opportunity allowed them so, they'd kissed her knuckles, her shoulders and cheek. Yuki looked and felt illegally sexy. Her ponderous skin glamorizes. She wished with all her heart and soul on how wonderful she felt in the midst of childbirth.

Yuki's breathing hitched, and this time allowed her breath to bring her baby downwards. Feeling the child continue to fall even lower than ever before (as her head stretching her walls nicely). Though her face showed concentration, she grasped two of her partner's hands a bit tighter. It felt great to feel her little one moving sinking into her vaginal passageway. 

Though she grunted from the back of her throat, her voice is so soft and so light. Completely obedient to her body's instincts with her breathing, panting, and moaning and such. So why did she need to hold back? She deserved this.

The garden flower, her glistening pussy, turned rose red. Already swollen and throbbed desperately. Once the pressure released, she felt the size, shape and weight of her daughter's head just pressed behind her labia. Though not enough to see her hair (yet). Both mother and daughter have full control. Any spike of pain washes away with pleasure in its place. She shifted her wide hips, cradling side-to-side. Prioritizing the quiet arrival of "their" baby girl.

Everyone else was laser-focused on her sacred place (but not in a perverted way), as if they suddenly felt their eyes drawn directly to the flower seconds away from opening up. Exactly in the position she only dreamed. When she'll bring forth the ultimate gift. Then Yuki closed her eyes and gives a big, yet tender push.

Finally, it happens. Her pussy lips began to open and bloom revealing the baby's scalp immediately followed by wet, slick hair. Everyone was astonished, if not dumbfounded. They can only sit and watch as the head almost makes the teardrop shape before the pressure vanishes. The head withdrew from view, but not by a lot..

When Yuki opened her eyes and caught her breath, she let go of one of their hands and reached down to her raw, sensitive opening. As she felt her fingertips press against her daughter's head, she gasped as much as she grinned. The love for their child was felt in every fiber of her being. Her partners could tell by looking. There is no rush, yet she longs to feel her small body in her arms. Even her body seemed to be just as eager when Yuki breathed into her nose and pushed.

The baby's head continues to emerge slowly. Her slick, baby-filled cunt squelched and almost squeaked. Her head became a teardrop again, then the tight opening grew bigger, and bigger. Wider and wider. By the time the pressure dissolves, Yuki held on to the full, and very tight crown as she catches her breath. When it looked so pretty before, THIS was the newest definition of beautiful. She has so much curly brown hair! Sure it sizzled, but she didn't care. Alas, her gorgeous form was for a brief moment.

Yuki pushed lightly, as the other watched the soft forehead appears into view. As if the baby will come out facing up to her mother, one prince decides to use his free hands and is placed under the crowning head of his daughter. Their daughter. Yuki huffed and grunted lightly as she tries looking over her impressively large belly to see for herself. At first her brow emerged, followed up by a pair of lashes, a button of a nose, and finally…

*Pop!* 

Her mouth and chin appear, with all of her head successfully birthed (with some amount of fluid spilling out,) as she rests on their waiting palms. Everyone, including the mother was overcome with emotion. Her face… Like a handmade porcelain doll of flesh and bone. She looks so…captivating. So tranquil. They did not even notice her curly black horns and frilly-shaped ears. It was immeasurable love in its purest form.

One of them checks for the umbilical cord to be sure it wasn't around her neck. When he gave a nod of approval to Yuki, she wasted no more time. Giving in to her final push, she shuts her eyes tightly. 

Even as the baby rotates to make room for her shoulders, the calming atmosphere of the living room seems to hold its breath. 

The light touch of the emerging shoulder stimulating her clit. Yuki suddenly bucked her hips and came hard. Her newly born daughter emerged completely in a rush, surprising everyone. She is free.

-

Meanwhile, far on the different side of the Devildom. (Of hell itself). Within the castle of the Demon Lord, Prince Diavolo walked the barren hallways. His most trusted steward would always follow behind him. But when he turned around, he saw him staring at the tall window.

“Barbatos!” He called out. “What’s up?”

As he walks up to him, he can feel a presence unlike anything he felt. It wasn’t even a magical presence. His butler slowly looked up at his young master. He knew what would and has happened. But he simply said the following to him…

“She has come.”

Barbatos wasn't one to be joking around with. When “he” was the one who directly spoke to the "then" heavily pregnant Yuki, that the birth of her child will change everything. Just as the prophecies written in ancient scriptures have now been put to fruition. Especially when it wasn’t exactly how anyone else thought it went down. The moment of this specific birth was felt across the three realms. While the new family is free to love their own child, many others would fear her sinister aura.

Back at the House of Lamentation, (the palace mansion), the softest wails was heard across the rooms. The infant’s harmonic cries filled the room with rapture, proving that she is alive and well. The eight demons were utterly moved by what they witnessed. Yuki wept tears of joy as she finally snuggled her new daughter so close to her heart, as her seven sires’ embrace and basked in the glow of the special child. The child who mostly looked just like her mother before she became a demon. Dare she'd say, that this entire experience was 'pure magic'.

When the cries started to dwindle and cooed, and as her mother swaddled her new daughter in a soft blanket, the first of two remarkable qualities was discovered. 

-

“Yo… move your hand.” Mammon said nervously.

“Huh, what.. Why?” asked Yuki, confused. His other brothers turned to face him with their brows lowered. But she did as she was told, and lifted her head to see her child’s back.

“Guys look!” she cried.

They turned their heads to see the little demons back. Not that she has “six” itty-bitty black wings on her back. Yuki pointed at the back of her neck, and there it was. On the nape is what looked to be a sort of birthmark, the color of twilight’s shade. It had a combination of shapes to make it look like a bird. The diamonds for the eyes, a heart for the beak, the two horns and teardrops for its wings. The body a seven pointed star, and most infamously, the tail the shape of an upside-down cross. 

When they all weren’t paying attention, the little demon took the opportunity to shift down to her mother’s breast. Plush lip latch around her nipple and began to suckle. Yuki squeaked in response, until she and everyone else caught on that the girl started nursing.

“She must’ve been hungry.” Beel mused.

After watching her nurse for a bit, the demonic infant revealed her second most remarkable yet unexpected quality. Her eyes popped open as looked up directly at her mother.

Rainbow irises. The child literally has rainbow colored eyes! With an added bonus that her eyes change colors from a rainbow to match her mother’s brown eyes. Just by simply blinking. Even with this revelation, they still loved their little girl. No matter what.

-

When the child was a few hours old, she wore proper baby clothes and laid in her crib. Her parents watchings over. 

The proud mother, though weakened from events prior, now wore her favorite soft bathrobes. With one hand on the rail of the crib, the other gently placed on her now flatten belly. Yuki muses over how much they loved her repeatedly. One of them glazed over her shoulder.

“So.. what name did you choose for her?” they asked. Yuki sighed in frustration but could not help but giggle.

“Genesis. That’s her name”. She answered. 

Silence filled the room as the brothers were left to think. The more they thought about that specific name, the more it made sense. Yuki turns around and suddenly presents herself and waits for them to notice her, and when they do, she speaks.

“This child of ours is a dream come true. But I felt pity that you all fought over me while I was pregnant. I want to try again but make a few changes while repeating the experiences I adored, even with its flaws.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Yuki?” His brothers looked at him and back at her. The new mother's response.

“From this moment henceforth, I’m willing to give my body to each and every one and carry your children at a time.” It left six of them almost flabbergasted, but Asmodeus was delighted.

“Oooh, Yuki! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asked.

The edges of her lips curve into a much bigger (and shameless) smile.

“Of course! Dreams change. Now, I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Yuki’s journey started as a dying human in the woods, and now she’s become the broodmare for seven demons. In the coming years, she’ll have many, many children who will leave their marks on the three realms. Especially Yuki herself, who she’ll be known in history as…

The AkuMother.

[roundbellylovesblog]

[littleshoves]

I’ll confess something; I’m a sucker for intimacy and romance. I want every part of our journey to having our first baby together to feel magical, and to be an irreplaceable memory. To truly connect and feel one with one another as I fill you up, to grow even closer with every day our baby grows, to being your rock as you work your way through contractions and pushes, I want every moment to top the last, and I want to help my partner feel the same way.

Anyone else?

[pushinghardtogivebirth]

she literally holds the baby inside her for longer than she needs to because it feels so good to be stretched to the max

[concentrateandpush]

“Clothes, toiletries, shoes, make up..” Louise sighs as she runs through the packing. “How did I forget the nip pads.. I’m so sorry” she shakes her head in my direction as I lay on the queen sized bed. “Baby, it’s okay, you didn’t mean to forget them.. it happens” I smile adoringly at her little face. “I remembered my stuff, just not your pads” she huffs. “Baby” I laugh, getting up and going towards the mess over the floor “I’m okay, I can use toilet roll..” I smile and look the the mirror seeing my soaked t shirt, it’s typical my milk would come in so heavy when on a cruise, our baby moon.

“Ugh..” she shakes her head “what if I forget the babies stuff? When they’re here? Like.. I could.. I could forget the baby” she starts panicking. “Baby, we’re here, on our cruise, it’s our baby moon, let’s just enjoy ourselves yeah? We’re here, we’re safe, we’re fine” I smile reassuringly and take her to the bed.

“Let’s have a little nap before we get to the port yeah?” I smile, taking my soaking shirt off and throwing it to the floor, putting a towel down incase. “Come on” I smile as I lay on my side, cradling my 35 week round bump.

“All passengers must be off board during this port, all passengers off board including staff” airs through the cabin. But we’re gone from the world, fast asleep. It’s not until an hour later I come around, feeling a pinching in my hip “ooh” I whisper as I give my hip a little rub. “Mm, baby, you awake?” I ask, shaking Louise a little. “Lena” she whispers, turning back to me.

“How on earth have you got milk over the middle of the bed” she laughs and I look down, not knowing what she means “I didn’t?” I shake my head “I’ve just been sleeping.. I..” I stop and look down at my shorts, seeing the dampness. “Fuck” I mutter as I try to stand, but I double over with a sharper pain, moaning out through my teeth.

“Lena? What is it?” She asks rushing to my side. “It’s too early” I shake my head “it’s not time” I tear up. “You’re okay.. you’re okay, are you sure it’s time?” She asks and I nod “I can feel it” I say as I tye my hair back “pressure.. different pressure” I admit as I go back to the bed.

“Right, call the medical centre, deck 4” I demand as I try finding some clothes to throw on between laboured breaths. “There’s no answer” Lou sighs “I’ll go out and get someone” she says calmly “we’re meeting our baby” she grins as she heads out.

“You know.. your mommy’s right, we’re meeting you soon” I grin as I sit down, circling my belly with my right hand. “Ohh, you little monkey” I sigh as I feel a contraction building “mmmmm” I hum as I try getting past it, but the intensity is far worse than I expected. “Hooo hoo hooo” I moan trying to catch my breath.

Louise goes as I get through four contractions and when she gets back, she finds me on all fours, panting, sweating, trying to find some sort of pattern. “Where the fucking hell have you been?!” I mutter, furiously. “Baby, I can’t find a single human on this cruise” she says knowing it’ll panic me. But I just shake my head “I know this baby is coming out soon, you have to help me”. “I.. I don’t know how to deliver a baby” she shakes her hands a little as I start to undress, leaving my swollen labia show as I flap my legs to the sides “oh god that’s so much better” I sigh as the throbbing calms.

“I will talk you through, listen to me before the contraction goes” I start before explaining everything I know. “It’s back” I mutter, grabbing her hand and letting out noises I never knew I could make “Mah!!” I cry out as I shake my head, bucking my hips a little towards her. I reach down and take her index, placing it on my clit, knowing if there’s any relief to get it’s that.

She follows my lead and I feel her starting to circle the area, the pleasure mixed with the pressure is something I’ve never felt before. “Keep going” I whisper through tears. “Don’t stop” I demand as I feel myself getting wetter.

“I..” she starts as I see her eyes widen “you’re opening, you’re like.. stretching” she says, gazing between my legs. I take that as my cue and start to bear down, holding my breath and pressing my chin to my chest. “I..” I mutter, trying to speak as I push for the first time. “Just concentrate on pushing baby” Lou whispers and nod, holding it as long as I can before letting go and trying to catch my breath. “Hooo” I moan out, feeling exhausted already.

“Good girl..” she smiles, wiping my forehead a little with her hand. “Slowly but surely” she says softly as I feel her run her fingers around the crown that’s still not even through. “Still there?” She asks, referring to the contraction that’s definitely dying down. I shake my head and motion for a drink, feeling for a straw with my mouth as I shut my eyes.

“I didn’t know it would be this intense” I shake my head, running my hands over my bump, sad that it’s going to be empty soon. “Here it comes..” I mumble as I pull my feet up as hard as I can, bearing down with every bit of energy I have, feeling myself widen with every second “head?” I ask and she grins, peeking down at me.

“How do I-“ I mutter as I grip my thigh tightly, pulling harder as I let the other leg go, feeling the stretch intensifying as I let a strained grunt out. “Okay, easy easy..” Lou encourages me. “Next push is going to be the crown, get ready okay baby?” She says softly. At this point I’m just taking every second between pushing to breathe and shut my eyes, but I start to feel all of this pressure.

“I.. too much” I shake my head, scrambling to stand. The second I land on my feet, an explosion of water gushes out and my knees buckle. “Okay, okay, I’ve got you” she whispers as she lowers me onto my knees. “Ahhhhhh” I cry out, pushing on all fours “get out!” I sob feeling like there’s no way this baby is going to come out of me.

“Stay still” she says as she starts to try and manoeuvre, my teeth almost breaking as I bite down so hard. “Now!” She shouts as I let go and let out the biggest howl I’ve ever let out, feeling myself finally give birth. “Baby, baby, please” I pant as I reach down to the most perfect little crying girl.

“I can’t believe how strong you are” Louise smiles, wiping my face down with a spare towel. “Hi, I’m your Momma” she whispers, kissing baby’s forehead. But I just know something is happening, I know that my body is doing something. “Milkies?” I whisper as I latch baby onto my nipple. “I.. I don’t know what’s happening” I shake my head, feeling around myself to see why there’s so much pressure.

“Google placenta contractions..” I say quietly as I feel a hardness “and type in are they hard..” I say as I try to get a full feel. I see Louise’s eyes widen as she reads and I nod “I fucking said it was twins! Didn’t I? Did I not?” I laugh a little and hand over baby “I can do this, just be with her, love her” I say as I get up onto the bed, Lou sitting next to me with our new addition.

“Okay.. baby number two.. you need to help Mommy now..” I whisper to myself “please don’t be as chaotic as your sister” I laugh. Louise is just besotted and I watch her for a moment until I feel the cramping. “No panicking Lena..” I whisper as I widen my legs a little, still comfortable on the bed and under the duvet.

“Nnggh” I cry a soft little moan as I push, gently but firmly. “Hhnngg” I moan again, feeling over my bump to try and gauge where I’m at. “Hoo hoo hoo” I try and shake my head “doesn’t work” I groan as I try to rub my clit a little. “Yess..” I whisper as I feel movement, pushing through my gritted teeth.

“Hi..” I whisper as I catch a feeling of the head “gotcha” I smile, turning to Lou for approval. “I’m in awe of you, both of you” she smiles, tears running down her cheeks. “Hurting” I mutter as I try to lean more to one side “they’re bigger..” I say softly as I look to Lou. “Oh.. oh here comes” I whisper as I start to push, gripping onto Lou’s jeans “gaaah!” I squeal.

I see Lou’s eyes change as I start panting and barely making a sound, she puts baby next to me and moves the blanket off me, to have full view of the head coming out of me. “You’ve got this, you can do it” she coaches me as I pant, pushing small pushes to help baby down. “More” she guides as I pull a leg back gently “haahhhh!” I scream as I feel the head pop out.

“You’re amazing” she smiles “just the shoulders now Mamma, I love you so much” she smiles with encouragement. “I love you too, always” I smile, taking her hand as I bear down one last time, seeing her catch the baby. “Woah, he’s a chunk” she grins. “He?!” I smile, reaching my arms out to take him.

“One girl, one boy.. he’s outnumbered already” she laughs. “I’m so proud of you, my beautiful wife” she whispers, kissing my head.

[poop-your-baby-out]

Overeager Volunteer

In the midst of the bustling, crowded waiting area, she found herself half-squatting, her legs bent at awkward angles as she tried to manage the pressure building inside her. Her bare, taut belly jutted out, heavy and straining, the skin stretched to a sheen. She pressed one hand against the swell, almost as if she could will the contents within to stay put, while the other rubbed circles on her belly, a desperate, nervous motion as she blew short, forceful breaths. Her eyes were wide, alert, and darting, as she silently begged for privacy.

But privacy was a luxury she wasn't granted. A male volunteer, clad in a slightly too-cheerful expression, ambled over to her, oblivious to her struggle. She caught his approach out of the corner of her eye and stifled a groan, her belly tightening under her hands. He stepped closer, offering words of gentle encouragement, thinking she was merely dealing with contractions. "You're doing great," he said, almost too brightly, his hand reaching out to pat her belly, to soothe what he thought was labor pains.

She didn't dare speak, didn't dare let even the faintest hint of a grunt slip. Her face flushed, but she tried to stay composed, focusing on breathing, on keeping the wide, hard stool lodged within her rectum from emerging right there. She blew in his face—quick, sharp bursts that she hoped would send a signal, but he didn’t pick up on it. His eyes stayed on hers, not a trace of understanding crossing his features as she strained to maintain control.

She felt it then, the stool widening inside her, the pressure unrelenting. She had been holding back for so long, and her belly ached from the effort. Sweat beaded along her hairline, her breaths shallow and fast, but the urge was too powerful. It built and built, until she realized she had no choice. She made the decision then, a final, inevitable concession to the sheer physicality of it, and she fixed her eyes on his, locking him in a dead-on stare. If she was going to do this, she would make sure he knew.

Her face tightened, the right side just slightly different, a familiar twist she’d come to live with after Bell’s palsy. Her lips curled, her brow furrowing as her whole body leaned into the push. She gave a low, deep grunt, the kind that left no room for interpretation—a sound that came from deep within, unmistakable and raw. There was no mistaking what she was doing, and yet, he didn’t get it. She saw the flicker of confusion, the puzzled amusement crossing his face as she strained, her eyes wide and determined. The sound escaped her, a groan that seemed to echo in the tiny, shrinking space between them.

He rubbed her belly still, oblivious, commenting on how cute her expressions were. “You’ve got such a funny little face when you’re pushing,” he chuckled, still thinking she was just enduring labor. But the reality was so much more humiliating, and she could feel the wide, hard stool pressing out, inching past her control. The grunt deepened, and she bore down, her legs trembling as she committed to the effort. She could sense the widening stool stretching her, and she had no choice but to push, her focus unbroken from his bemused gaze.

As she strained, her cheeks puffing, the right side of her face tugging just slightly differently, the volunteer’s smile faltered. It dawned on him that this wasn’t the graceful, demure effort he had expected. She was pushing something entirely different, and there was no hiding it now. But even then, he couldn’t resist a lighthearted comment, as if to deflect his growing discomfort. “Wow, you really are working hard, huh?” he said, his voice softer, but still missing the mark.

She heard the words, and for a brief moment, she wanted to cry, to scream, to do anything other than push out this unbearably wide, hard stool in front of him. But there was no stopping it now, and she felt the pressure crest, felt it slowly, inexorably coming out, stretching her rectum, making her legs shake with the effort. Her belly pressed out, the skin slick with sweat, and she locked eyes with him again, daring him to look away as she gave another guttural push. It was happening, right there in front of him, and there was no mistaking the strain on her face, the deep grunt, the slow, inching movement of something solid and unyielding making its way out.

The volunteer’s expression shifted to one of reluctant realization, but he didn’t pull his hand away from her belly. He kept rubbing, still unsure of what to say, his own discomfort starting to show. “You’re… uh, really giving it your all,” he muttered, as if grasping for something to say that wouldn’t make this more awkward. But her eyes never left his, even as she felt the hardest part of the stool finally breach, pushing against her, a deep, embarrassing release she couldn’t hold back any longer.

[mybellyissofullandhard]

Maddie’s labor story

(⚠️ graphic birth details, kidnapping mention)

Maddie's agonizing screams echoed through the basement as she struggled to cope with the pain. After enduring a year and a half of torture at the hands of her kidnapper, she was now faced with the consequences of his actions. Her body, now visibly pregnant, was stretched and swollen from carrying his child. As she walked around the small basement room, she wondered what was to come next. The only items in the room were a small kitchen, a bathroom, and a mat that served as her bed. She frantically gathered towels and other essentials, preparing for what she knew would be a difficult and dangerous delivery. Despite the fear and uncertainty, she filled the bathtub with warm water and braced herself for the intense contractions that ripped through her body. As she bent over a chair, another wave of pain washed over her and she let out a guttural groan.

She tried to relax her mind and focus on her breathing, but the fear of giving birth alone in a basement was overwhelming. She prayed for someone to find her and help her through this terrifying experience. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain and her water broke. The fluid soaked her socks, bringing her back to the reality of her situation. She knew she had to act fast and get to a safe place to deliver her child. With every wave of pain, she limped closer to the bathtub and undressed, left with nothing but her bra. She got in and prepared herself for a very long night.

She sat in the tub alone, letting the warmth of the water envelope her body. As she relaxed, she couldn't help but notice her bulging stomach peeking out of the water. After about 20 minutes, she shifted positions, sitting up on her knees and leaning over the tub. The pain in her body was becoming unbearable, and she couldn't help but let out a moan as she tried to find some relief.

She was scared, alone, and in unimaginable pain. Her body was shaking as she struggled in the cold, dark basement. The warm water didn’t seem to be doing much anymore. She couldn't help but glance over at the blood-stained water, a constant reminder of the trauma she was enduring. She felt overwhelmed and wanted to give up, but she knew that she had no choice.

The sharp pain in her stomach intensified, causing her to grasp the side of the tub in agony. As the pain spread, she instinctively widened her knees, feeling the first urge to push. Suddenly, a loud shriek escaped her lips as she squatted back down and began to push with all her might.

She took a break from pushing and sat back down, catching her breath. Her back was against the bath wall and her legs were spread. As she sat, she could feel the next contraction beginning to take hold.

Her breathing quickened as she felt the pressure building in her lower abdomen. She quickly sat up in a push at the rush of another contraction. Her hands gripping the edge of the tub. She looked down as the water took in more blood.

She stopped pushing at the end of the contraction, feeling defeated and exhausted. She leaned over the end of the tub, tears streaming down her face, and started to sob. The thought of going through more pain and exhaustion was too much for her to handle. She just wanted it to be over.

She slowly stood up, feeling the weight of her pregnant belly as she grasped the edge of the bathtub for support. The warm, comforting water was now lukewarm and she knew it was time to move on to a different position. She slowly stood up, feeling the weight of her pregnant belly as she grasped the edge of the bathtub for support.

She felt the pain of the contraction and braced herself for the next one. As she stood up, her body tensed and she put all her energy into pushing. Her leg on the side of the tub helped her find leverage and she pushed with all her might.

With adrenaline pumping through her body, she got out of the tub and frantically rushed around the room for towels.

She could feel the weight of her unborn child pressing down on her and her heart raced with fear.

As the labor pains intensified, she began to lay towels on the ground. In between contractions, she would pause and take deep breaths to manage the pain.

She got down on all 4’s. Her pregnant belly hanging from her body. At the next contraction she pushed hard.

She could now feel the immense pressure of her baby moving down rapidly down to her vaginal canal, as the contractions intensified. She took deep breaths and braced herself.

She screamed in pain as she pushed harder, feeling as the baby's head slowly ripped through her vagina. The crowning was happening very slowly, causing intense pain and discomfort. But she continued to push.

As the baby's head emerged, she quickly reached down and pushed her flaps back. She felt the top of the babies head slowly emerge as she pushed with all her might. With each push, the baby's head moved closer and closer until finally, the head plopped out. Hanging from her body. She put her now bloodied hand and rested for a moment. As the next contraction hit, she let out a loud cry of agony and pushed harder than ever. With a final burst of energy, she lifted her leg and the baby came splurging out, crying loudly as it took its first breath. She lifted up the baby in utter shock, not knowing what to do. She was completely humiliated. She sat there as the babies cry’s filled the room.

[kittykatesavior]

Bumpin’

[focusonpushing]

I love public births, not when they're frantic and rushed, but when the laboring mother gives up trying to quickly get to the hospital, surrenders to her body's urges and just works on getting her baby out.

No worry about messes or being embarrassed because nothing can be done and nothing matters but delivering her baby. She just goes full instinct and doesn't try to fight it.

[grandesteartherquakedreamer]

Down To Earth

Consider this a prolog writing of something a bit ambitious in the future. A writing to truly explore and embrace these kinks. Oh, and the cover is made by @sneap-sneap I hope you like it.

If there was a word to describe Pixi, then “plush” would be accurate. 

As a model who has worked in the talent industry since she was in her late-teens, it's an advantage. Not that she only did “just modeling”. She also learnt the art of a ballerina and a pianist, both skills she was grateful to expand upon when she was much, much younger. After being a part of this industry, her representation grew steadily over the past few years. Within and outside her career life. She met many other fascinating people. Yet, among these talents, one of them stood out from the rest. Their meeting would play a domino effect that would change both their lives.

During the late morning hours, Pixi walks the many streets and avenues downtown. Though it was not a big city, and there weren't too many people out and about like she was. The sights and sounds are proof enough that this town is bustling with life. From the construction work heard in the distance, to the wind rustling through the trees, bushes, and even a few wind chimes from one of the shops. Even some birds flew overhead to God knows where.

Pixi arrived at the nearby bus stop, and thankfully so. All that walking made her quite tired as much as needed to catch her breath. Seeing the bus stop bench was already full of people, she didn’t mind. She simply placed her back against the concrete wall and propped one of her legs up for support. As she rested, the clouds in the sky unblocked the sun. The gentle rays displayed her features.

Her long brown hair, lustrous and dense. Like a chocolate fountain, the pigtails flowing down to her thighs. Her fair skin, pale ivory. Emitting a gorgeous glow under the sunlight. Her face, signature for its porcelain doll look. Her natural youthfulness is a luxury that other young women would have wished for. Pixi is the definition of pretty as a peach.

No sooner had she pulled out her lavender smartphone out of her magenta jacket, than she felt something stirred in her abdomen. Her eyes fluttered open with astonishment. Pixi looks down at herself and her body. A sensual little smile curved the ends of her lip. With her free hand, she placed her on top of her womb. Round and swollen, but not terribly heavy. She carefully caressed big circles counter-clockwise around her swollen middle. Her heart beats with delight. Relishing in her current form.

Pixi always wanted to have a child, a daughter to be exact. Ever since she found out that became pregnant, it was either the greatest or worst turn of events. The cravings, the nausea, oh God. It was a temporary yet terrible time. All this to make room for the new life growing inside of her. The changes, the transformation of her body. Though the cons lingered in her body, she felt that childbearing was her destiny. She wanted to meet her baby, as much as her daughter wanted to meet Pixi. 

Her new mother.

[feralkat]

A commission for @fleshkink who gave me the super fun prompt of a trans guy going through a rapid pregnancy and giving birth to triplets. This is also posted on AO3 and I'll have the link for that in my pinned post on my blog.

If anyone enjoys this and is able to, tips are hella appreciated since money is super tight right now or if you'd like to commission me go ahead and send a DM and we can work things out!

The Rule of Three

Word Count: 2.2k

Characters Used: Kieran (transmasc OC) & Max (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: rapid pregnancy, triplet birth, trans character giving birth, orgasmic birth. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Um..." Kieran mumbled into the phone, all words suddenly out of reach as he scoured his brain to find a way to tell his husband what was happening. "So... you - uh - you know how I suggested trying a - um - a fertility spell?" he stammered, staring down at his steadily growing stomach as it continued to swell.

"Yeah, I remember," Max said, suspicion clear in his tone. "I also remember us agreeing that those were too unpredictable and not worth the risk," he added.

Kieran sucked in a sharp breath as a baby landed a kick right to his ribs before he was able to respond. "Mmhmm, well... Maybe I decided to try one," he replied timidly, rubbing his free hand over his swollen stomach in an attempt to calm down the rapidly growing baby inside.

"Kieran."

The way Max growled his name said everything and, honestly, Kieran couldn't blame his husband for being upset. They had agreed not to use magic to conceive which is exactly what Kieran did.

"Yeah, um, so I think we're going to be parents a lot sooner than we expected," Kieran mumbled, he already looked like he was overdue with a huge baby (or two) and he assumed it couldn't be long before labor started.

"What do you mean by 'a lot sooner'?" Max questioned, apprehension clear in his voice.

A small, involuntary whimper left Kieran's throat as his whole midsection tensed, the cramp wrapping around his back and thighs. "T-Today? Maybe?" he answered tightly, having no idea if the labor would progress just as quickly.

"Today?! Shit, Kieran, I - fucking hell - I've gotta go. Love you."

Click.

For a few long moments, Kieran just sat there on the couch trying to process everything that just happened. Honestly, the only thing keeping him from completely losing it being the quick 'love you' that Max added before hanging up.

"Ah!" Kieran gasped as a gush of fluid left him, soaking his underwear and the couch cushion underneath him. "Okay, okay, okay," he mumbled to himself, taking a couple of deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm himself before he tried to get up.

It was difficult with the sudden heavy weight of his stomach and it took Kieran several tries before he finally managed to stand up.

He managed to take a few slow, unsteady steps before another contraction stopped him. Luckily, they weren't too bad yet so he was able to breathe through it before continuing to waddle to the bathroom to clean himself up - resolutely ignoring the pressure growing between his hips.

It was all going so fast and Kieran was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was even pregnant already - let alone about to give birth.

And he had no idea what Max was doing - if he was going to come home early from work or not - but he had a feeling that calling him again wouldn't help things.

Kieran peeled his soaked briefs off of himself once he got to the bathroom before stripping off his T-shirt, which had rolled up a while ago to sit on top of his large, rounded stomach. Not even a minute after stripping down, Kieran found himself leaning against the sink counter as another - stronger - contraction started.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he muttered through gritted teeth, the pressure between his hips slowly working its way down until it felt like a bowling ball had wedged itself into his pelvis.

There was just enough time between contractions for Kieran to start up the shower and step into the tub, but that one - along with the general added weight of his stomach - sent him to his knees.

This time he couldn't help but bear down a little against the increasingly intense pressure, a strangled groan coming from him that was equal parts pain and relief just from being able to push back against the pressure.

Reaching down with a shaking hand once the contraction was over, Kieran managed to slip two fingers into his vagina, wanting to see if he could figure out how dilated he was. Just the slight stretch of his fingers sent arousal burning through his veins, his cunt still sensitive from the night before along with all the different hormones coursing through his body right now. "Oh," he moaned, hole twitching and clenching around his fingers as the tips of them found his cervix.

It had to be something with the spell because Kieran was sure his cervix usually wasn't that intensely sensitive but right now? Fuck, Kieran almost couldn't keep his mind on track as he slowly spread his fingers.

Honestly unsure how to actually measure cervical dilation, Kieran could only guess that he had to be close to 10cm with how far apart he was able to spread his fingertips and the fact that he was almost certain he had brushed against the baby's head at one point.

Apparently, the pregnancy wasn't the only thing that was going to happen rapidly.

Kieran hardly pulled his fingers out of himself when his abdomen tensed again. "Oh God," he groaned, leaning forward against the edge of the tub and instinctively rocking his hips as the contraction built.

Again, he couldn't help but bear down as it got more intense and he swore he could feel a hard, heavy mass pressing against his cervix and forcing it to stretch even further. It was equally uncomfortable as it was oddly pleasurable and Kieran's head swam with the conflicting sensations.

That continued for a while, Kieran choosing to stay in the tub and let the warm shower water flow over his aching back as he worked through contraction after contraction.

It was all he could do, bearing down with each one and trying his best to ignore the heat flooding through his veins and the way his big, swollen clit throbbed between his legs every time.

There was no telling how much time had passed before Kieran, in the middle of a contraction, realized the pressure was moving lower and his cunt felt like it was filled to its limits by the time the contraction was over. "Fuck, oh fuck - it's coming," he whimpered to himself as another contraction started almost immediately after.

As he pushed, panting and moaning and grunting, he could feel his labia bulge and start to part. Everything hyper-sensitive in both the best and worst ways, clit throbbing as the skin under and around it pulled taught.

"Oh, oh, ohhhh - Ah!" Kieran cried out as all the sensations became too much all at once and he was pushed over into what had to be the best orgasm he's ever had. "OhmyGod, o-oh, oh God, ahh, fuckfuckfuck," Kieran whined, hips moving in small circles as he panted and cursed because fuck the baby was at a full crown and it was the best thing he has ever felt in his life.

That had to be thanks to the spell but by now Kieran wasn't really complaining about being stuck in orgasmic bliss as he goes through what is usually one of the most painful things a person can.

The sound of the front door opening broke him partially out of it, realizing that Max must have come home.

"Max!" Kieran cried out, sitting up carefully on his heels and gasping as the baby's head slid out just a tiny bit more from the movement. "Ohhh," he moaned as his stomach tightened in a contraction. "Max!" he shouted again, words strangled as he had no choice but to push, "Max, it's coming! It - Ahh!"

Kieran nearly screamed as the rest of the head popped out all at once, a gush of fluid and immense release of pressure coming with it that sent Kieran into a second, even more intense, orgasm which left him writhing and shaking until Max came in.

"Holy fucking Hell, Kie," Max's gruff voice exclaimed as he quickly knelt to the floor in front of Kieran. "Shit - lean back, babe, I can't see anything like this."

Unable to reply, Kieran just carefully leaned back against the other side of the tub. The change of angle made it so Max could see everything going on between his spread thighs, the baby slowly turning in preparation for the shoulders to come out.

"Okay - okayokayokay - M-Max, catch - catch it," Kieran stammered out as he felt one last contraction start, gritting his teeth and pushing as hard as he could.

Max was saying something to hm but Kieran barely heard him as his clit twitched and throbbed hard in response to the first shoulder making its way through.

All Kieran could do after that was sob through the rest of the contraction as his whole body pulsed with pleasure. He barely even realized when the baby slid the rest of the way out into Max's hands with another gush of fluid.

Panting hard as he came down from it all, Kieran collapsed against the tub and worked on catching his breath.

Once he managed to open his eyes a few seconds later, he found Max holding the newborn as it started to squirm and cry.

"Hey there," Max mumbled to the baby before grey eyes flicked up to look at Kieran. "Here, you hold her and I'll round up some supplies to deal with the rest of this," he said as he leaned over to put the fussing baby in Kieran's arms.

That's when it fully hit Kieran that holy fuck - he just gave birth despite not having even been pregnant yesterday.

It was the most surreal, unbelievable thing Kieran has ever experienced and he knew he and Max would have some things to talk about but, in the moment, Kieran couldn't stop smiling as he gently cooed at the infant to calm her down.

By the time Max had come back, cut the umbilical cord, and helped clean off and bundle up the infant, Kieran was starting to feel some cramps starting up again.

He could only assume it was the afterbirth even though his stomach was still quite swollen.

"Oh," Kieran whined, rocking his hips a little as pressure started to build. "H-Hey, Max," he muttered, grunting softly as his body instinctually gave a small push and that pressure increased tenfold. "Fuck," Kieran gritted out, unable to help but bear down against it and feeling the undeniable sensation of something big moving slowly through his cervix.

"What's wrong, Kie?" Max asked, taking his eyes off of their daughter to look over at Kieran again.

Panting as the contraction ended, Kieran looked down at his stomach and back up at Max. "I-I think... there's another - um - baby," he stammered. "Can you look?"

"Are you serious? Fuck," Max swore, "Hold on. Let me figure out where to put the kid down."

"Kay," Kieran squeaked out as another contraction began and he was forced to push whether he wanted to or not.

It was such a strange sensation, too. His cunt unbelievably sore from the first baby but still so intensely sensitive. It felt just as good as it hurt when he pushed.

At least until his abused labia started to bulge out and Kieran lost his momentum with the sudden burn. "Ahh!" he cried out, a hand flying between his thighs to press against his lips and hole. "M-Max," he whimpered shakily, panting and grunting as he gave a series of smaller pushes to try to make the stretch more manageable. "O-Oh God, Max, i-it's coming," he sobbed, lips bulging out more and more with each little push.

"I know, Kie, just breathe, I-"

"N-No, it's - fuck - it's coming now," Kieran managed to stammer as another contraction started and he was bearing down again with no hope to stop.

And fuck it was both the worst and best thing Kieran's ever felt, the intense burn of the head crowning coupled with Kieran subconsciously rubbing the heel of his hand against his throbbing, swollen clit.

There was no stopping it now, either, everything happening in mere seconds as the baby's head popped out and Kieran screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as another orgasm washed over him even as the contraction continued.

"Max!" Kieran cried out, feeling the baby's shoulders stretching him and knowing it would only be seconds before the rest was born.

And Max was just a little too slow, Kieran barely managing to catch the second baby as it came out with a gush of fluid. 

The couple sat in shocked silence - save for the two newborns fussing - for a few long moments while they came to terms with the fact that they suddenly had not only one surprise baby but two.

Anyway, that had to be all there was. Kieran’s stomach was still a bit swollen even after delivering the placenta but, despite the pregnancy happening all in one day, it would probably take a little while for Kieran’s body to recover and that was completely fine.

Except…

Kieran had just enough time to clean himself up, get into some comfy clothes, and have Max help him into bed to rest when his abdomen tightened in a very familiar way.

Max was in the other room with their two newest additions, trying to figure out how to get what they’d need for their surprise twins without having to leave Kieran alone in case something went wrong. 

It was a good thing Max stuck around, too, when Kieran suddenly yelled for him. 

By the time Max got into the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of Kieran laying on his side, pants halfway off, and one leg pulled up to make way for the third baby that was starting to crown. 

[littleshoves]

I love the little things; the little details that show the effort that goes into a push: legs opening wider, knees going further back, a big deep breath in, brows furrowing, toes curling - showing how hard mama’s pushing to bring her baby into the world, how ready she was for this moment.

Anyone else?

[concentrateandpush]

I wouldn’t have left the house past 39 weeks if I didn’t need to, but my Grandfathers funeral wasn’t one I was willing to compromise on. We have the hospital bag in the car, but have agreed to get in the funeral car with my family to ride over to the parlour. Which I’m already uneasy about.

It’s a rough day already, but Mom is fussing over the flowers and my Grandma is worrying that family members from overseas won’t make it, my aunt, as usual is just sat there and there’s so many things to get ready.

“I’ve got that” I sigh as I go and help my Grandma with all of her things to take “it’ll be okay, you know, I know it’s not what you want to hear but he was 98 and is resting happily now” I say as I take her into my arms, rubbing her back “I’ve got you” I whisper. “You shouldn’t even be here, you’ve got enough happening.. I don’t want to rely on you to do anything” she tears up. “I want to do whatever I can” I assure her before heading off with her bag.

“Ready?” I sigh as we head out to the car. Luckily, my wife and I have a whole area on the back row and I look at her with a sigh “I don’t know why I agreed to the obituary” I say as I rub my bump in small circles. “You’ll be amazing, you always are” she smiles.

The journey is short and sweet but as we get to the roundabout, there’s a fuss from up front. “Wo-woahhh!” The driver shouts before we all get jolted back, jerking our bodies forward as the seatbelts pull us back. My heart jumps into my throat as I feel my body being tugged and thrown. “Baby!” My wife shouts as she turns to me, checking straight away on my facial expression. “I-I’m fine, I’m fine, are you?” I ask and she nods “I’m okay.. baby okay?” She asks and I rub softly feeling a little kick and I nod “baby’s fine”.

“Everyone okay?” The driver asks and everyone is fine, but when he gets out, he sees that all of the bonnet is crushed. “Okay, I need to order a taxi for all of you, on us obviously” he sighs heading off to call them and I look at my phone checking the time “we have twenty minutes”. “It’s a ten minute walk, can we just get there? Madge?” My wife asks my Nan and she nods but I feel the heaviness in my body grow. “Baby, I don’t know” I say quietly and she nods “okay, let’s see the taxi times”.

“They won’t be here for another twenty” he explains. I just get out of the car and start walking, knowing we have no choice. “Lena!” my wife, Blair calls and I look back “come on” I sigh.

The walk is quick but painful and I feel movements in places I haven’t felt them before. We get there with a few minutes spare and I find the nearest bench, sitting straight away and putting my hair up. “I like your hair down” Gran sighs and I shake my head “too hot” I mutter. “Baby, do you need water? Anything?” Blair asks and I just shake my head. “Back rubs” I say softly letting her give me some love.

“Family?” The director addresses and I look to Blair “I need a minute, you go in..” I sigh and know I have to go in. “Come on I’ve got you” she says holding her hand out. I stand up and as I do I feel my inner thighs warm up under my dress. “My waters” I mutter, grabbing the bench “My waters just broke” I whisper and they are met with so much pain in my back, I find myself bent over the bench taking long deep breaths.

“Not now baby, not now” I whisper. “Lena! Blair! Come on” Gran demands and I look to Blair pleading for help. “Right, let’s get you in there, I know you’d kill me if I let you leave” she sighs as she supports my back, guiding me in.

We are the champions by queen plays on the speakers as I walk towards the front row, passing people who notice the flushed colour of my skin and sweat droplets on my forehead. “Let me help” Blair whispers as we get to the seats and it’s a good thing she helps because I couldn’t have got down on my own.

The service is nice and luckily, the contractions are slow and I’m able to breathe quietly through them, but one hits so hard that all I feel I can do is open my legs a little and cry so I can let some frustration out, normal in a funeral I guess. “And Lena has some words to say..” the director announces. Shit.

I fumble up to the top, standing in front of the room filled with hundreds of friends, family and acquaintances of my Grandfather. Clearing my throat as I open the paper I start to talk. “My Grandfather would be over the moon with the turn out, he always said that-“ I start well but the pain comes over me like a wave. “He said that-“ I start and find my hands gripping the stand. “He-“ I mutter before I just buckle, my knees give out and I find myself being caught by the director as he lowers me to the ground.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here” my wife announces as she gets to the front. The pain is making me pant uncontrollably and I’m not keeping it a secret anymore. “Do the speech” I mutter to her and she shakes her head “do it, please” I cry as I lean against a wall, panting and shaking.

She stands and delivers, better than I probably would have. Everyone is distracted anyway, by me, legs parted, sweating and panting, slightly covered by the coffin. The final music starts and I look up, seeing people leave, trying to catch a glance of what I’m doing. “I’m here, I’m here” she states as she comes to my attention. “I’ve called an ambulance” a member of staff announces and I just shake my head “there’s no time”.

“It’s okay, I’ve had 3, she’s had 2” the staff member says as she comes over. “Towels, water and scissors” she demands of the director and I look to my wife, tears in my eyes “thank you for doing that” I smile and she laughs, rubbing my belly and taking my underwear off. “Come on, let’s have a baby” she smiles.

“Shit, you’re.. like, open” she whispers as she gazes between my legs. “I know” I say as I grab my thigh, panting in and out. “Can I push?” I ask softly and she looks to the women “yes, you absolutely can” one of them laughs. “O-okay” I mumble as I scrunch my face up, taking a breath and baring down for the first time ever. “Nnnnggg” I groan quietly, feeling movement but no spreading.

“Okay, like you’re doing a poo” the woman smiles and I look to Blair grabbing her hand and squeezing “nngaahahh!” I cry out, taking some quick rounded breaths after letting it out. “Pick her leg up” one of the women demand to my wife and I shake my head “I need her” I moan and the other woman takes a leg, pushing back.

“Mmmphhh” I cry out “I can’t fucking do it” I cry and my wife smiles “You! Are Lena fucking Lovell, you can do anything” she laughs.

“Gaaaaah!” I cry, feeling myself split. “Am I tearing?” I ask and the woman between my legs shakes her head “I’m Mel” she laughs and I nod “thank you Mel” I smile before baring down again “ccccaaaaah!” I screech “that’s it, harder sweetheart, you’re doing it” she smiles and I shake my head before pulling my other leg back and giving everything I’ve got “GAAAHHH!” I cry out feeling a pop “fuck” I moan, trying to catch my breath.

“Heads here” she smiles “again” she demands and I shake my head “I need a break”. “You’re doing amazingly baby, you’re so beautiful” Blair smiles lovingly and I laugh, wiping my head. “I love you” I whisper and she smiles “I love you too”.

I find myself getting up onto my knees, leaning forward “sorry” I mumble and the woman smiles “you’re in control” she says softly.

“Fuck.. fu-UUHHH” I cry out, feeling the shoulders stretch me out “ohhhh, oh god” I moan, reading down “come on baby, come out” I whisper as I tug a little. “Come on, work with mommy” I whisper. “Baby, you catch” I instruct Blair as I hold on to the stand. “Ready?” I whisper before letting out a huge scream “aahhhhhhh!” I howl as I feel the baby leave my body and splash into my loves arms, followed by the sweetest cries.

“Oh my god..” she whispers “you did it” I hear her sob before the two women help me on to my back a little propped up. “It’s a boy” Blair grins, handing him to me “a boy” I grin, taking him into my arms “oh your great grandfather would love you” I smile. “Trevor?” My wife smiles, my grandfathers name. “Trevor?” I whisper to baby as I kiss Blair softly.

[pushinghardtogivebirth]

big breasts, nice shaved pussy, good crowning, touching her own clit; wow i love this birth

[blkdaddie]

A New Day

Part of the Natural As Breathing Series

The sun was just creeping up, castin that soft, warm glow through the lace curtains. The kind that make you feel like the day’s gonna be alright, no matter what. But this morning, I knew it wasn’t just any day. Them pains started in the middle of the night, slow and easy at first, but now they was coming on strong. It was time.

 I made the room ready earlier, pushing furniture aside, clearing a space on the floor where I could move ‘round and do what needed doing. Mama’s old quilt was laid out, those patches full of memories, and a pile of fresh towels and blankets beside it, waiting to catch new life. Nate, bless him, had his doctor stuff all set up too—his little black bag, a basin of warm water, and all the things he said was necessary. He’d been my anchor, calm and steady, just like I needed him to be.

The knock came at the door. Miss Lucille, one of the church ladies, had come by to take the kids for the day. I could hear them little feet scampering toward the door, excited to have a visit at Miss Lucille’s. She always spoiled ‘em, giving ‘em cookies and tellin’ stories about when she was a girl.

“Y’all behave for Miss Lucille now,” I called out, wincin’ as another pain gripped me. “And don’t be givin’ her no trouble, ya hear?”

“Yes, Daddy!” came the chorus of little voices, and I heard the door creak open, Miss Lucille’s warm voice spillin’ into the house.

“Don’t you worry ‘bout a thing,” she said, peekin’ into the room, her eyes full of kindness. “I got these babies. You focus on bringin’ that new one into the world for me to spoil.”

“Thank ya, Miss Lucille,” I managed to say, breathin’ through another wave. “I know they in good hands.”

She nodded, then ushered the kids out the door, leavin’ the house quiet, save for the sound of my breathin’ and the shuffle of Nate movin’ around.

Them contractions kept coming, stronger with each pass. I found myself swaying and breathin’ through ‘em, tryin’ to stay in control. Nate was right there, his hand on my back, warm and firm. He’d check me every now and then, his touch sure, but tender. I could see that look in his eyes, that mix of doctor and husband, both focused and full of love.

Been a doctor for years now, but I swear he turns into a different man when it’s his own child comin’. All that fancy schoolin’ don’t do nothin’ to calm his nerves when it’s his baby on the way.

When the pains got closer together, he helped me down to that quilt. His voice, always so smooth and steady, kept me grounded. “You’re doing great,” he said, squeezin’ my hand like he meant it. “Not much longer now.”

I took comfort in that room, filled with pieces of the past—Mama’s quilt, family pictures, the smell of the lilacs outside the window. It was like bein’ wrapped up in all the love that came before me, holdin’ me steady when things got tough.

“Breathe with me,” Nate murmured, his voice a gentle guide. “In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

I did as he said, breathin’ deep, tryin’ to ride them waves of pain instead of fightin’ ‘em. The baby was pushin’ down hard now, and I could feel it, that life inside me wantin’ to meet the world. Nate was right there, helpin’ me shift, findin’ the spots where the hurt eased up just a little.

After all the sweatin and gruntin my body knew when to push, all my muscles workin to help this baby on its way . I never was scared of hard work and birth is some of the hardest. I grunted as the baby crowned and paused to catch my breath when the head finally come out. “Nathaniel!” I growled, my use of his full gov’ment name let him know I was hittin my limit. “I’m sorry babe. Just hold on, almost there.”  I grit my teeth as he poked around to check the cord, then nodded when he gave me the go-head.  With one last push, I felt that baby slide into Nate’s hands. There ain’t no words for that feelin’—the release, the relief, the pure joy. Nate, all careful and gentle, cleaned the baby up before layin’ that little bundle right on my chest. Warm and wrigglin’, our child, finally here.

The baby’s first cries filled the room, and I swear it was the sweetest sound I ever heard. I gave a soft chuckle; now I know why Mama did this 8 times. Holding this new soul is pure heaven. Nate was still workin’, makin’ sure everything was right—clampin’ the cord, cuttin’ it just so, then wrappin’ up our baby in a soft blanket.

“We done good, huh?” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Nate nods, leanin’ down to kiss my forehead. “We did, love. We did.”

Eventually, Nate helps me get settled, and we lie there together, our baby nestled between us. The house is quiet, peaceful. This is home.