#maesiophilia

[longhardtransitionreturns]

I'm going to plead with you to fuck me in to labor. Ask you to play with my huge, milk swollen tits and lick my thick, brown nipples to get the contractions started. I am painfully pregnant and I can't stand being this stuffed and uncomfortable for a minute longer. I'll throw my head back, face red and grunting with exertion, as I hold my massive, straining belly and ride you until you cum from me having my first contraction on your dick.

48 hours of slow and agonizing labor later, I'm pleading with you again, this time to please do something to get this massive baby out of my poor cunny. It's stuck just before my entrance and my hips are so full, even spread wide in the stirrups, that pushing is agony. You're at my head soothing me when they put the vacuum on and start pulling and can't help but notice my swollen, leaking tits are bouncing like I'm being fucked as the doctor tugs our 16lb baby out of me. The sound I make and the look on my face when he jerks it out to the shoulders, obliterating my poor pussy, makes you cum in your boxers on the spot. You're still dry humping the air and trying to work yourself through the aftershocks without anyone noticing when the doctor finally pulls the hips out of my bleeding, broken puss and places the baby on my deflated belly.

Many months later, after I'm finally recovered enough for sex, you blow your load when I have my first orgasm lying on my back, legs up around your waist. Turns out my baby making face and my baby birthing face look a lot alike.

[birthingfan95]

Feel free to use this template however your hearts desire as I have the rights to this

[dreadclinic]

Gave myself an inspection today, wore latex gloves as i used a vibe with a speculum inside me stretched achingly wide. Underwent a breeding procedure with a tentacle dildo attachment on my fucking machine and then made myself give birth. I used an inflatable toy inside me, inflating it larger and larger so it ached so badly and stung as i tried to push. I slid in one blade of my forceps underneath the inflatable plug and i used it to move it inside, aching so badly. I used my vibe until i couldn't help but push, and i tugged on the forcep with my muscular contractions so when i came i gave birth to the toy and the forcep with it. so good TT_TT my abdomen is so achy now after my invasive procedure c:

[enullarts]

soft for pairings where one is helping the other through labor, reminding them they have to pant and holding their breath makes the pain worse. Letting them lean against them and breathe out their baby, letting them take all the time they need and not rush them just gentle encouragements and touches when needed.

when the baby begins to crown and they begin to whimper and whine their partner trails kisses down their neck and shoulder to help sooth them, let them know its all okay and to make any noise they want. The baby will come in due time

[brdingbnny]

It's grey, raining and cold here rn and all I want is to be cuddled up either with a heavy bump of my own or with a partner that's heavily pregnant (or both?) And just nesting together all cosy and warm ☹️🥺🥺

[longhardtransitionreturns]

Twilight Sleep

Colonel Hutcherson's blonde bombshell wife has been making waves in our small town since the moment she got off the train in a bright red pin up dress with more creamy cleavage on display than our poor farm boys had ever seen. Her sea green eyes, red lips, and shapely hips on top of the longest set of gams in stilettos to ever set foot here immediately made her gossip fodder for the bar flies and the busy bodies.

They said she couldn't buy bras off the rack because her breasts were so big. That she sent all the way to New York for her stockings. That her hair was falling out because of all the peroxide she bought to keep her hair a brilliant platinum white.

Either she already had a baby growing in that flat belly of hers when she came to town or Colonel Hutcherson put one in her right quick because it wasn't long before Ashley Hutcherson’s already obscene titties were spilling out of her tops and her belly was growing straight out like a bullet. She wore her dresses so tight the whole town knew the very day her belly button popped from an innie to an outie.

I knew Ashley, of course, because I was her OBGYN. One thing I figured out quickly is there were no thoughts behind those pretty eyes. Ashley was so dumb she could barely string a sentence together and I had to explain to her how her baby was going to come out of her tiny little fuck hole. The look of horror on her face when she realized she was going to have to push a watermelon out from between her legs was priceless.

And that was without me telling her that she had an extremely narrow pelvis and Colonel Hutcherson made such large babies his last wife had labored for 3 days to squeeze a 14 pounder out. She could barely walk for weeks and she was a regular size farm girl.

Ashley was so relieved when I told her about the miracles of twilight sleep I almost popped in my pants right there. She was delighted she’d just go to sleep and wake up with a baby, none of the mess of having to push it out. 

When the time came, Colonel Hutcherson delivered her to my home surgery when her pains were regularly five minutes apart. She was so swollen by that point she was wearing nothing but a white silk robe trimmed with lace over her shoulders. Her pretty face was screwed up in discomfort when I opened the car door to help her out.

Her eyes lit up with relief when she saw me. 

“Oh, doctor, I’m so glad to see you. I’m ready to go to sleep now. I don't like how my tummy feels. It hurts!”

She clutched my arm with one hand and her massive, straining belly with the other as we walked inside. We bid goodbye to her husband at the door and I promised to call him. Her kissed her on the cheek and told her to mind the doctor. 

She shivered when I led her into the delivery room and she spotted the steel table in the middle of the room. Her eyes went immediately to the stirrups.

“We’ll put your legs up there to help the baby come, honey, but first we have to get you ready to go to sleep.”

I coaxed her out of her robe, taking a moment to admire her dark, swollen areolas and how the baby had settled low in her elongated belly. She was so big I had to help her up on to the table. She let out a grunt of discomfort as she lay back and the full weight of her overloaded womb and her massive milk laden tits settled on her small frame.

She was pliant as I strapped her legs into the stirrups but she gasped sharply when I ran my finger through her folds. 

“Let's get you ready, Ashley.”

I didn't bother to explain what I was doing or apologize for the cold temperature of the shaving cream as I spread it over her vulva. She had just a smattering of blonde curls but I ran my razor over them anyway just to have a clean work surface.

“That's a good girl,” I reassured as Ashely moaned through a contraction while I wiped the cream and hair away. She was a groaner but she was clearly trying not to writhe too much in the stirrups.

I let her recover from the contraction while I prepared the enema supplies. When I approached her with the tip of the tube and a bit of lube, I saw fear flash across her face for the first time.

“Where's that gonna go?”

I smiled reassuringly. “We need to clean out your insides to make room for the baby.”

I slipped it in quick, shushing Ashley's yelp of protest, and allowed the warm water to start flowing. She was dumb but quickly figured out what was happening when an urgent pressure started to build in her bowels.

“Ow, ow, my belly, it's too full already! It hurts!” She rubbed the underside of her aching orb, trying to twist to the side to alleviate the pain in her gurgling gut but stopped by the straps on her ankles in the stirrups. “I feel like I need to poop, why are you doing this? Ow!”

I pressed my palm against her pelvis, rubbing firmly. She cried out in protest.

“We wouldn't want you to poop on me or your baby's head, no would we, Ashley? I can't believe you're being such a bad girl. I'm sure the Colonel told you to do as the doctor says.”

Ashley looked betrayed now, scared, in indescribable pain, exposed on a table with no way to know what was coming next or to do anything to stop it.

As if to illustrate the point a contraction gripped Ashely's roiling abdomen and she screamed, full throated, as tears streamed down her face. The agony of contracting with a full bag of warm, salty water in her ass broke any last semblance of composure and Ashley started begging me to make the pain stop.

I secured the catch bag underneath her and prepared the drugs I would need to administer twilight sleep while Ashley screamed and pleaded her way through three more contractions. I realized quickly she would need extra restraints while under because she was tossing her aching body wildly, huge tits swinging. 

When I finally removed the plug the noise the laboring woman made was so erotic I got hard instantly. It was a groan of agonized relief followed immediately by a yelp of pain when yet another contraction closed around her middle. 

Ashley was spent, legs splayed limply, her bowels empty and her ass clenching. The baby had dropped so low by this point she was starting to feel him in her aching hips. She was unimaginably full and the ordeal of the enema had taken it out of her.  After the pain passed, she gathered her composure enough to look up at me beseechingly. 

“Put me out now, please. I don’t want to hurt this bad anymore.”

I had to adjust my rock hard cocktail before moving to her side to slip my special cocktail into her IV. I stroked her face as she started blinking and nodding her head from side to side. I watched as awareness left her eyes and her mouth dropped open with a weak groan.

“Ashley?” I tapped her cheeks, moving her jaw from side to side. Her green eyes stared up without recognition. I reached down and tweaked her engorged nipple and her lips opened to emit a moan of pain.

This was my crowning, pun intended, achievement. I'd perfected a scopolamine cocktail that turns the patient’s brain to mush but leaves her aware enough to feel and respond to the pain of labor in order to be a beautiful, brain dead birthing doll for my and my patron's pleasure.

I left Ashely lying on the bed, contracting now about every three minutes and really feeling it, measuring by her noises, to make a phone call. Then I put an oxygen cannula under her nose, cleaned her up between her legs, checked her dilation, and wrapped her wrists and ankles in towels so there wouldn't be any questions about bruises. 

When John Hutcherson arrived, he looked as eager to get the night started as I was. We'd met during the war when I served as the chief medical officer of his battlefield command. We found out one pregnant local girl later that we shared some frowned upon predilections and now, ten years and a lifetime of experience later, we partake of his wealth and my medical genius as often as we can without raising suspicions.

It's John's wife so, of course, he gets to go first and however he likes. He loses his pants quickly after he walks in and sees her strapped spread eagle, her arms straight out and tied to the table and her legs secured in stirrups. She's screaming through a contraction and oblivious to our presence.

John moves on her like an animal in heat, plunging his generous, throbbing member into her exposed, dilating cunt without any preamble. She shouts as she is brutally and unexpectedly skewered on his cock while a contraction is still ripping through her. He doesn't give her even a moment before he starts pistoning in and out of her so hard her back is slapping up and down on the steel table.

Her titties bounce lewdly, slapping from side to side atop her grotesquely swollen belly, as he rails her with all his strength. I finally go up and hold Ashley’s head to keep in from hitting the table due to the force of her husband’s pounding. Her leaking green eyes are filled with fear and pain but it’s also clear the struggling woman isn’t capable of understanding what’s happening to her. Her world has narrowed to the pain and fullness in her tits, hips, and cunt, and as far as she is concerned, it’s never ending. 

Hutcherson blows his first load when she has an especially hard contraction on his cock. He lets out a surprised gasp and then he’s jerking as he’s milked by his wife’s laboring uterus. Their cries blend in the air, one of utter pain and the other of blissful pleasure. 

When he’s finally able to pull out, his flagging cock plops loose with a squelching sound. His cum mixed with blood and amniotic fluid floods out of her and on to the cloth below. 

The brutal pounding leaves Ashley listless and moaning with a little bit of drool making its way down her chin. It’s part of the beauty of the drug that even though she’s blasted out of her mind, her body is going to push the baby out no matter what. 

Over the next several hours, we take turns playing with her engorged nipples, sucking them to induce contractions. John sticks his hand up her through a couple, shivering with arousal when she cries out and tries to get away from the intrusion. Eventually her agonized sounds change to desperate screeches as transition hits and the contractions become longer and unbearable. We each dip into her a few times while she endures the most painful part of labor and both barely keep from cumming when she clamps down on our dicks and wails. 

It takes her hours to get the baby down but it’s huge in her tiny pelvis and when it gets lodged in her hips, she starts vocalizing low, loud grunts as her body tries to expel the huge head. I almost blew my load too soon when I wedged my dick up against her massive stomach and rolled her hips side to side to help urge the huge load down. 

She screamed bloody murder when it finally crowned and John held it there for a good long while, stroking her engorged clit and easing the head out so she didn’t tear. The body was huge, however, and we had to put her legs as far back as we could to help her deliver the shoulders. Her cries of pain echoed off the walls as I roughly jerked the rest of the body out of her sore cunny. A huge flood of liquid shot out of her bloody slit and she was left with her pussy bared, gaped open and dripping birth fluid. 

I handed the baby off to my loyal nurse who maintained the nursery in the next room and turned back to my friend. He was hard a rock, stroking his wife’s ruined cunny. She was still visibly hurting, both from the sheer size of what just came out and the after birth contractions. 

I climbed on top of the beg, squatted over her deflated belly, and put my dick in between her massive tits. Behind me John let out an erotic groan as he sunk his massive length deep into his wife’s loose, bleeding pussy. It made a nasty squelching sound when he pulled all the way back out and slammed back in as hard as he could. He proceeded to brutally rail his wife’s post birth pussy and I came all over her tits while she flopped up and down on the bed, screaming from the pain. 

The next time I saw Lucy, she was back in her white silk robe, a 17lb baby suckling at her ample breast. She’d reapplied her lipstick but her eyes were bloodshot and she looked like she’d been through hell. She woke up initially screaming about the pain in her pussy and she was still sitting awkwardly, an ice pack on her bruised and throbbing sex. 

That being said, she was thrilled she didn’t remember a single bit of it. She thanked me profusely and told her husband she wanted me to deliver all of her babies. Once her poor little cunny healed, of course. 

Josh and I shared a look over her head. We were already counting down to Ashley’s next labor and delivery. 

[brdingbnny]

Welcome!

You can call me Bunny 🐰

General housekeeping:-

18+ ONLY MDNI

Most things pregnancy and breeding related

Fpreg, impreg, nbpreg

Carrier or Partner I don't mind, but please specify 👍🏻

Interested in a breeding or labour rp either through asks or DMs - must be following first for DM roleplay!

No gore, excessive visuals or complications, no scat/piss, body horror, bursting etc

[longhardtransitionreturns]

I want to be lying flat on a steel birthing table, my legs up in stirrups with green medical drapes covering everything but my exposed, leaking pussy. There's a spotlight on it and doctors and nurses walk by and stick their fingers in me without ever asking. I cry out every time but they pay little attention. After 2 agonizing days of labor and hours of ineffective pushing, I'm just a disembodied, bleeding vag awaiting the scalpel and the forceps.

The doctor doesn't tell me when he's going to inject the lidocaine and he certainly doesn't wait for it to take effect because I scream bloody murder when he brutally slices my pussy. There's no one at my head comforting me or even telling me what's going on so, when he puts the forceps in, the agony is a shock and I start squirming in my bonds and begging for him to stop. The only response is to slap my thigh and tell me to stop being dramatic or I'll hurt the baby.

I lose my mind with pain when he starts pulling. It's so big and wedged in tight that he's jerking back and forth. My body is bouncing in a way that would look like I was being fucked if not for the blood curdling screams and the blood that's now streaming from my ravaged opening.

When the head pops out a flood of fluid gushes out of me, splashing my thighs and making the doctor jump back. I let out a long suffering groan at the weight hanging between my legs, tugging at my poor, aching cunny.

After ten minutes of tugging on the doctor's part and screaming and begging on mine, he let's out a loud sigh. "These are some incredibly wide shoulders."

When he shoves his massive hand in, without warning, to brutally rip the baby from my body, all I can do is stare up and the ceiling and scream.

[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? 🥺🩷

[bakklandia]

I'm actually struggeling deciding whats most good-looking here - the model or the surroundings...

Both are stunning, tbh!

[brdingbnny]

Inbox is always open btw, come talk to me 😊