#labour kink

[dreadclinic]

keep thinking ab birth fantasies. theres something so humiliating and invasive about the whole thing: your personhood lowered to the status of an incubator for something else, the high medicalisation where crowds of doctors examine your intimate anatomy and desecrate your modesty. I love the idea of your partner sat close by, allowing the doctors to do their procedures without consulting you. The immense pain of it all compared to the rational, pragmatic and kind of apathetic doctors, the insanity caused by no one sharing your panic and pain.

a fantasty ive been having recently is that after a gynecological exam, the patient is unwittingly sedated, and finds themselves in an operating theatre. labia spread open by forceps and a speculum hinged open inside their vagina, the surgeons dilate the cervix as the sub silently experiences the full pain. through the cervix, they insert a device that expands inside the uterus, that the patient is forced to give birth to to test their body's reaction to labour. Imagine having the indignity of being forced to have a pseudo birth at a routine gynecologist appointment, to ensure you're good stock for breeding

[definitelynotabirthblog]

Current frustration:

Having a really niche fetish (vanilla births) and needing to read sexy stories is my current hell because I have to write them. And writing is not my current hyperfocus.

Anyone want to write a vanilla birth story for me?

[curtain-duck]

I don’t have names for these characters, I just started drawing but here we are, first art post hell yeah

Have a gentle guy helping his husband give birth (:

[brdingbnny]

I just realized something!

Can’t bunnies get double-pregnant?😏

Think about it. You’re sitting there moaning and grunting with effort, pushing out an entire litter of cute little babies as your partner rubs and kisses your massive belly. After hours of contractions and pushing, the last of your babies are born, yet you still have another litter growing inside.

You sigh blissfully and pat your still gravid bump, knowing that you’re going to do this again in only a few months.

Oh 😳

Oh my -

Well, that'll certainly keep me busy 😵‍💫🤤

[war-forged-storms]

TW S&M CONCEPTS

An underrated and under appreciated thing that I notice a lot in domming is the acknowledgement when a hit was satisfying for you as the dom. I love to spank my subs and to hear, and feel the impact and just know there’s going to be such a pretty red handprint on their thigh or ass or what have you. Or to feel my whip or boot connect and already see the starting on a bruise not too long after. It fills me with this feeling of power and control. And what am I supposed to do? Not tell my sub exactly how good it felt to do? How it felt to give them the hit they deserve? I’m sure they’d love to hear exactly how hard it got me to leave a pretty mark on them like that.

[definitelynotabirthblog]

A School Birth

This is a story I've been working on for a few days now. While the birthing character is a school girl, she is still intended to be aged 18. I hope you enjoy it.

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"Jessica Bailey, is that you? Jessica, you've not been seen since third period. What on earth is going on? Jessica - Jess?"

James hurried into the empty classroom and found the sobbing girl crouched on all fours in the corner, half hidden by a desk. Her flushed, terrified face gazed as him as she rocked back and forth, her school uniform drenched in sweat. Her legs were bare but her shoes and tights were nowhere to be seen. There was puddles and splatters of liquid all over the floor and her belongings had been flung to the side, the contents of her bag spilling out.

He had hurried into the room presuming a telling off and possibly a detention for sneaking away from class would be all he would need to give, but he had chanced upon a scene he could not have expected. The girl was clearly incredibly distressed, her tear-streaked eyes pleading for help.

He half jogged over to her and squatted down by her shoulders. She flinched when he touched her.

"Jess, what is it? Why are you screaming?"

"Oooooh! Oooooh!" she shrieked, rocking her hips slowly. Her breathing was coming in quick, shallow breaths, as though she was hyperventilating.

He noticed blood had pebbledashed her calves as she hunched over and wondered it she was menstruating.

"Jess, did you get your period? Is that what hurts?" he asked, silently thinking that this charade was a bit of an over reaction for a period.

As her breathing eased, she shook her head, tears still falling down her cheeks.

"Jess, sweetheart, if it's not your period, then what on earth is it?"

Jess continued to cry, shaking her head desperately.

"Jessica, sit up. I can't help you if you don't tell me what is wrong. Come on now." Starting to feel frustrated, he took her arm and tried to ease her into a sitting position. Reluctantly, she forced her body to stay upright, clutching the desk for support.

"That's better. Now tell me what the matter is. I can see you're in a lot of pain." He rubbed her arm reassuringly.

Jess burst into fresh floods of tears. However, at this angle he could get a better look at her. She hadn't been in any of his classes this year so he hadn't spent much time with her recently. As he assessed the situation, his eyes moved down to her school shirt. She had always been a slender girl so why was it fitting her so tightly all of a sudden? And, as she was normally as flat as a pancake, why was her belly stuck out so much? With a jolt of realisation, as suddenly as someone had turned on light switch, he put the blood on her legs, her bellows of pain that he had heard from another building and the puddles of liquid on the flood together with her round belly and found a single question forming on his lips.

"Jess, are you pregnant?"

Screwing her face up in pain as another pain overwhelmed her, she nodded and got back down onto her hands and knees, where she began rocking her way through the contraction. "Arghhhhhh!"

Panicking, he felt for his phone in his trouser pocket. He stomach sank as he realised he had left his phone in his own classroom when he came to investigate. No one ever came in this building now, not since the new building opened in September so the chances of someone else coming across the scene was low.

"Can you feel baby coming now?"

She nodded again, her breaths ragged between her cries.

"Okay... okay... you're okay, it's alright, I'm here," he said, more to reassure himself than her. Trying to not spiral into panic, he thought back to his only experience of childbirth, his own childrens' births. His wife refused to let him be down at the business end so he spent most of those days rubbing her back and having his hand squeezed. He looked at Jess now, her body close to convulsing with pain, the sound of fluid dripping onto the floor between her shaking legs and knew he had had to act. It was time to play midwife.

"I need to take a look at you, just to see if I can see anything, Jess. Do you mind if I lift your skirt up?" he asked hesitantly.

Too deep in her own world as the pain overcame her, Jess barely heard him and could not respond. Acknowledging that a baby was coming within a matter of minutes, he got up and repositioned himself so he was kneeling directly behind her and gently lifted up her skirt. Between her two pale buttocks, he saw her brownish-pink asshole which bulged with the pressure of her baby's head in her rectum. Beneath her stretched perenium, the inch-wide, dark patch of her newborn's head was slowly forcing its way out of her body. More fluid spurted from under the head onto the floor between her legs as the contraction peaked.

"Shit, shit, shit," he whispered, quickly taking off his jacket and putting it between her knees. He thought back to his youngest son's birth, scrambling for anything in his memory of it which might help now. As the contraction tailed off, her breathing eased again.

"Jess?"

"W-what?" she panted.

"I can see baby's head. Erm, when the next pain comes, I want you to push as hard as you can, alright?"

"I didn't realise it was going to hurt so much!" she whispered, her voice cracking.

"I know it hurts, sweetheart. But you've done so well already and I promise I'm going to do my best to help you have this baby safely," he reassured her.

As the next contraction pulled Jess back into her world of pain, she bore down. The noises coming out of her mouth, raw and primal, could only be described as roars as, inch by torturous inch, the baby came slowly out of her body. As the head emerged further, her labia stretching more with each push, James had a flashback to something the midwife told his wife as she was about to crown.

"Jess, instead of pushing, can you just try to blow for me. Like you're blowing out candles. Like this - hooo, hooo, hooo," he demonstrated.

"Hooo, hooo, hooo, hooo," Jess breathed.

The head descended futher, swirls of wet hair now visible on the infant's head.

"Good girl, Jess!"

"Hooo, hooo, hooo, hooo... Arghhhhhh!" she screamed, the widest part of the head of now slipping out of her vagina. "Oh god, it burns!"

"Just keep breathing for me."

Finally, the whole head popped out with another splash of fluid.

"The head's out! I'm ready to catch, okay?" He carefully balanced the head in his hands. Seconds later, the baby turned so it was facing Jess's left thigh. Another contraction came and she started to push, grunting and groaning. The first shoulder slid out closely followed by the second as he carefully supported the slippery body. The rest of the baby then dropped into his arms with a gush of fluid. The baby cried lustily, feeling fresh air on its body for the first time.

"Jess... Jess... you did it. It's okay," he said, looking down at the squirming infant. Jess could only cry in relief, as she crouched on her hands and knees.

James lowered the baby down on his jacket between Jess's legs.

"I'm bringing the baby through your legs, okay?"

He pushed the screaming infant through its mother's legs. Using the desk leg to support herself up into a sitting position, she pulled her firstborn from between her thighs and up to her chest. James repositioned himself so he was knelt by Jess's side, where he found himself putting his arm around her shoulders.

'My word, Jess Bailey, you've lead us a merry dance today!" he exclaimed.

[tpreg-flora]

that’s right, you just lie there. no don’t push, it’s okay, i’ll handle it all sweet thing. just let daddy take pictures, okay? don’t push. you’re so beautiful when you’re in pain.

[birthsworld]

The People have voted for Birth video, so here it is. Her last push is so hot😍

[brdingbnny]

It’s okay, Bunny. This is a perfectly good time for the babies to come. Here, I got lots of pillows and blankets all set up for you. Though, considering how massive your belly is, I’m not sure all fours is feasible.

Try holding onto the bedpost and do it in an upright position. I’ll be right behind you, keeping pressure on your hips and massaging your boobies.

I'm trying to breathe like those exercises but it hurts, it hurts so bad! 😭🥺 they're getting worse and all I can do is cry but the pressure you're putting on my hips feels so good, my tits are definitely leaking, just adding to the mess -

There's a lot of pressure between my thighs right now... Is that a good thing? 🥺🩷

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

mtf omega stevie where everyone's like why bother transitioning you've already got the vagina and the uterus and everything. but stevies like listen. it's the principle of the thing. also sue me for wanting big naturals

meanwhile alpha eddie's losing his mind bc estrogen makes stevie smell so much sweeter, like honey and caramel, and he's trying not to be a total knothead about it but the 'big naturals' are. ho boy. they're there alright. and stevie already had 'childbearing hips' according to her mother, but the fat redistribution has basically turned her into some kind of fertility goddess, and eddie is so ready to get started on those six nuggets

[mpregrapidpreg]

The closest together my contractions have been so far is about 40 minutes, but I just stood up and just wet myself?.. unless.. oh is this what it's like for your waters to break 😳

[definitelynotabirthblog]

I used to think my birth kink was niche but since joining tumblr I've found it is actually very vanilla. Everyone else is cumming to aliens birthing eggs, births in weird AF settings like dungeons, fairy tale creatures, demons etc and all I want is to read about pretty normal births that are maybe a little bit inconvenient (birth in the back of a taxi for instance) or sensual/romantic/sexual but otherwise pretty bog standard. I can't be the only person who wants to get off on reading about that. Where do I find these fics?

[brdingbnny]

Inbox is always open btw, come talk to me 😊

[xxemiexx]

Kidnapped & Birthing

1970 words

— Request — :)

Kidnapping, pushing the baby back in, birth denial, clothing birth, dark storyline

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You took deep breaths as you were bouncing on the birthing ball, the deep ache in your stomach as a contraction built up.

You'd read online about how masturbation was good for relieving pain during labour and you were up for any help.

Letting out a sigh as you rubbed the vibrator over your clit stretching your arms around your heavily pregnant, low stomach, moving in time with the bouncing and bringing yourself to orgasm just as the contraction hit.

"Ohhh! Yes right there!" You rode out the high, feeling the baby wriggle around inside you.

You couldn't let the labour get too far as you still had to go to the bank to open an account for savings for the baby. You'd promised yourself you'd do it before the baby comes so it was now or never.

You heaved yourself up from the ball and pushed the vibrator inside yourself, moaning as it rubbed your g-spot.

You quickly pulled on some tight panties and some leggings before getting your bag, the contractions were coming around every 20 minutes now but it was a 10 minute drive to the bank.

You used the remote control for the vibrator to turn it to a slow buzz inside you as you got in your car, grinding yourself against the seat searching for friction.

You start the drive, reaching a hand into your leggings to rub your clit, you got close as you pulled up to a red light.

"Yes!" You arched your back and threw your head back, thanking your tinted windows no one could see you orgasm.

The light turned to green and you were soon on your way again, getting to the bank in good time. When you move to get out your car a contraction takes your breath away. Only 12 minutes apart!

"Fuck come on baby, give mama a chance!" You hiss as your rub the contracting bump, you notice the feeling of pressure sitting lower in your hips as you stand up now.

"I hope the line is short!" You say under your breath. When you get in there only 4 people stood before you and a worker, why is only one window open? You groan internally but reach into your pocket to distract yourself with the vibrator.

You turned it to a rhythmed buzz, it got stronger as it went on, you bit your lip to keep the moan inside as you rubbed your thighs together.

The little pressure was enough to get you just close enough, leaving you right on the edge, but you had to step forward as the next person was served.

You felt the same pressure building up as you stood there again, the edging from the time before making the need to cum feel primal.

You were getting close again when the bank doors flew open and 5 men with masks on and machine guns in hand came running in.

"Get on the fucking ground now!" They screamed as they pushed people down.

You gasped and got on your knees, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively.

"Everyone's gonna stay nice and calm whilst we do this, no sudden movements, no noise, no cops, no death!" One explained, like it was simple as they started getting money from the person at the window.

A contraction took a hold of you and forced a whimper out of you, drawing a masked man's attention.

"Did you hear what he said? No noise sweetheart, are you in labour? I've always wanted to watch a bitch struggle to give birth." He smirked as he put his foot on my stomach, his big boot digging into your skin and pushed you back to a sitting position.

"We could have fun here sweetie." He smirked under his mask and applied a heavy pressure onto your stomach making you open your mouth in a silent scream.

You groaned as you felt the baby move suddenly, a lot of the pressure you were feeling was now much lower down and was pushing against the vibrator.

You panted as the man bent down to pull your leggings down to your knees, he left your panties up but moved them to the side as he moved his fingers to your clit, gasping as he rubbed in small circles.

This paired with the vibration was enough to make you cum in 20 seconds, your back arching as a moan left you.

He moved back to your opening and pulled the vibrator out.

"Using this in public, naughty girl." He tutted and shoved 2 fingers into you he didn't get far before they hit something.

"Well well well." his fingers moving around inside you roughly.

He pushed his fingers deep inside you, taking your breath away.

"I can feel the head, don't you need to push?" He taunted, "I bet it would feel so good to relieve some of the pressure by pushing." His fingers kept working inside of you whilst his thumb played with your clit.

The overwhelming sensation made you cry out as you pushed with the next contraction.

The man chuckled at your efforts.

He removed his fingers and you pushed again, desperate for some kind of relief.

You felt something at your opening, something coming out! You reach around your stomach to feel the sac full of water, still intact and bulging out of you.

"Shall we keep the waters or would you like me to break them?" The man ran his fingers over the bulge, pushing it back inside you.

"Please break it!" You beg and reach for the vibrator, holding it to your clit, desperate for release.

The man dug his fingers into the sac roughly, trying to tear through it but mainly just pushed it back inside. "It's too strong, I can't break it." He said, giving up without really trying.

Another contraction forced your knees up and made you bear down hard, the head coming to your opening as you cry out grabbing everyone's attention.

"Hey shut the fuck up! Plug her up if she can't keep quiet!" Another suggested.

You threw your head back as your came mid contraction.

"Please help me up, the baby needs to come out!" You beg frantically.

"For fuck sake!" One of the men huffed and pushed the one at my knees out the way. He pushed your panties to the side and roughly pushed the head back away from your opening, forcing the baby back inside your womb.

You open your mouth to scream but a cloth is clamped over it instantly blocking your scream.

"Can I take this one?" The guy covering my mouth asked.

The man at my knees rolled his eyes. "If you really want to."

The man shoves the vibrator back inside you but your vision is blurring and you see him reach into a bag but don't see what he gets before you black out.

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When you wake you're overwhelmed with sensations, needing to push, feeling the vibrator and being on the edge of cumming.

You rub your thighs together, searching for friction as the feeling overtakes you and the orgasm hits you so hard your head spins.

You take some deep breaths for a few seconds and open your eyes, they dart around the dark room you don’t know.

You can’t see over your bump but you can’t open your legs, and there is tape over your mouth.

You come to a harsh realisation you’ve been kidnapped, you need to push and your legs are taped shut.

Your screams are muffled as you struggle, you manage to roll onto your side, your hands are taped behind your back so they are of no use.

You scream as you roll onto your front, the pressure pushing your baby down.

You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to your knees, taking a minute as a contraction pulled you from your thoughts.

You use your head against the wall to push yourself to your feet the gravity making the urge to push feel primal.

You scream and push, bending your knees and praying the tape breaks.

Against all odds, you feel the vibrator slipping allowing you to groan a relived sigh.

You look around to see the door and try to take a step, your legs are too taped to take even a tiny step so you have to hop, the first hop shoves the baby’s head between your pelvis and you suddenly feel very full.

The second hop dislodges the vibrator into your panties.

The sigh of relief is short lived though as on the third hop, it slips forward through your arousal and nestles against your clit.

“Mmmmm!” Your moans are muffled as your legs almost buckle under you.

By the 6th hop a contraction crashes with your orgasm.

You cry out, all the feelings are far too much for you to cope with.

You get ready to take the next hop, but you land with a pop.

Fluid trickles down your legs and you need to push.

You squat down with your legs taped together the head making its way to your opening with this push.

Your mind is racing.

You hop to the door, lurching forward with the pain, this seems to give the head more room, the baby crowning in your panties.

A scream rips out of you and you decide you can’t hop anymore. Your hands are working to wiggle the wasteband of your leggings down, but you can’t get them down far enough.

The vibration on your clit is building you closer once more as the struggle brings a lot of friction.

You use the door handle to hook your leggings onto and pull up.

You don’t get much room but with the next push the head bulges.

You’re panting through the pain, allowing yourself to stretch just as an orgasm hits and you push accidentally, the head popping out into your panties.

You know you don’t have room to birth any more of the baby out but you push again, feeling a shoulder start to emerge but go straight back inside when you stop.

You turn around and use your hands behind your back to open the door, hopping forward to pull the door.

Before you can turn around you feel something press against the head bulging in your leggings.

You gasp and tears fall down your face.

“That was beautiful sweetheart!” He chuckles and reaches inside your leggings to the vibrator at your clit, he rubs against it in small circles through your panties.

The action making your underwear tighter, forcing the head back inside you.

You shake your head but can’t hold back the moan as the orgasm barrels into you, the force making you contract involuntarily.

The baby comes out to the elbows.

“Oh god that’s good!” The masked man rubs himself through his trousers.

“I want to push that thing back inside you and watch you do it over again!” He moaned but you can’t stop yourself from pushing again.

Your panties are full, there is no more room.

He reaches inside his trousers and moans, “When I get close, I’ll let it out.” He continues to rub himself, picking up the pace after a few minutes.

He reaches into your leggings and pushes the vibrator to your clit, this is enough to have you on edge instantly. The orgasm washing over both of you has he pulls your panties to the side and you push the baby fully out into your leggings.

The crying hits you straight away and you cry with relief.

“Well that, sweet girl, was beautiful.” He took the baby out of your leggings and cut the cord with a pocket knife.

“I’m gonna keep you.” He kissed your cheek and retreated back out the door and up the stairs.

[clubzenny]

The Queen's Quickening

Thanks to Steamy3D and TheDirtDen!

[holysaintscathedral]

Realizing now that I have the inexplicable urge to make men work, especially if they're physically fit. Like oh? You lift? Well, how about you go lift those heavy bags of soil and mulch and distribute them evenly throughout my gardens? Go grab that ladder and clean out my eavestroughs 🫵🤨. Go prune that tree that's growing a little too close to my roofline. Repair the steps leading up to my front porch. Help me assemble this new piece of furniture I got. Build me a shed to store my outdoor furniture and garden tools in. You got those big muscles, now use them 🫵🤨.