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[christy-yang]

The last back practice before the second child birth.

[secretblogofdog]

you did SO WELL with the last one, I couldn't help but put some more potion into your coffee this morning. A human base with a painful birth with extra amniotic fluid <3

I'm not a coffee girl, but with how intense last night was, I need it to properly wake up this morning. It tastes smoother than I thought it would, though.

The bitter taste persists, though, and it kind of hurts in my stomach. Later, while I'm working from home, I notice some bloating. I would have thought it was just a leftover from last night, but then it starts getting bigger. Not again.

"What did you do?" I mutter to myself, stroking my stomach. My belly seems to be taut once again, but it's not an egg this time. When I felt a kick, I knew what I was in for. Hour by hour, I feel it grow larger.

And then it drops.

I feel my belly contract and I whimper, an ache shooting up my spine. Oh, god. The pressure hits my cervix and I keel over, bracing against the wall as I resist the urge to push. Not there yet, not there yet.

I begin to pant. My muscles tense hard and I whine again. "Fuck, --ah-- Too much, too much--" My cervix is taking forever to dilate, and the baby wants out. My water hasn't broken yet, but I hope it does, soon. I can feel the amniotic fluid sloshing around. My cervix barely reaches the right diameter before my belly demands it leave.

The baby slides down my unprepared canal and I scream, praying that I won't tear. I had no idea birth could hurt this much, and my muscles shake with every break I get. It's coming fast, too fast, now, and I feel my vulva bulge, pushing with everything I have. "Oh, god, oh, god, please, please," I whimper. My labia once again turn white with how far they're stretched, and I'm praying and begging to whatever will listen as the head works its way out of my lips. And then my water breaks, my belly deflating as amniotic fluid rushes around my cunt, spilling out on the floor.

With a scream that tears my throat, I push the head out and almost faint. My legs close a little round the baby as I sob with relief. It's almost out. It's almost out. But the shoulders are bigger, and I keen as the burning reaches its absolute peak before it tumbles out, and with it comes a second wave of fluid, soaking everything around me. "Oh, god...oh, god..."

Maybe I don't need another drink this time.

[i4m4re4lperson]

Doja Cat in her Scarlet era p.2

[clouds-of-wings]

Pretty interesting game that's apparently being developed by one single guy from Slovakia. It's an RPG, but you start with a pretty minimalist character creation screen and then build your character through the choices they make. Part of how the character gets stronger is through introspection: they identify their own limiting beliefs and counter them with new experiences. Can fighting the Romans be a form of therapy? Apparently..?

The game has a free demo, which is what I just played. The rest of the game is in early access. Kind of a unique experience and you can try it for free, if you want.

(To be honest: I expected this to feel like doing homework, but it's actually fun. Oftentimes these unconventional approaches to well-worn genres end up feeling like a chore, like "Yes, I have to expand my mind and challenge my mental habits, so I will plod through this". But not here. I genuinely enjoyed it!)

[babiesarelazy]

[ludvikskp]

Dragon Attack

✨Patreon ✨Prints ✨Socials and everything else

[vincentreproches]

Atelier relooking pour une deuxième chance ou le jeu des sept erreurs

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[christy-yang]

42 year old elderly pregnant mother's fourth pregnancy!!

[secretblogofdog]

I snicker and sit down on the bed, watching you and reaching out a hand towards your small bump that seems to be steadily growing. "No painful one this time, I promise, I do like watching you squirm...but I love your moans more." I hum. "You'll be big, darling, but I know you'll be able to handle it."

I pant, feeling the growth rub against my cervix. The baby's growing from low in my womb, and every little movement by the growing fetus sends shivers up my spine. "Feels so good. It feels so good, Rosie," I pant, reaching down to my clit and rubbing feverishly. The baby won't be here for a while, but if it's not going to hurt, then why not get a few orgasms in before the party starts?

By the time my fourth orgasm passes over me, my belly has swollen up the sheets enough that I can no longer see over it. I'm still achingly horny, watching my stomach grow and hang heavy in my hips. "Jesus...jesus christ, that feels good." I'm almost immobile in bed, trapped under the growing weight of this kid. Nine? Ten? Twelve? Fifteen pounds? I can't even tell, but my g-spot is being squashed flat, and my body seems to have no shortage of dopamine. I squirm and whimper as the first contractions send waves of pleasure up my spine, cervix fluttering and beginning to open up. "So-sorry for the mess," I breathe, trying and failing to reach my clit again. I draw up my knees and lean up a bit on the bed, hoping to let gravity help a bit more. Secretly, I don't want to. I want this birth to take its time so I can experience every orgasmic second of it.

When my water breaks and soaks the sheets, I manage to toss the blankets off my belly and resist the urge to push. Please stay in there, baby. Please keep growing forever. But no, that's not what we're here for. That's not why you gave me that potion. So I have to obey my body's overwhelming urge to PUSH!

As the baby slides out of my cervix, my voice becomes an addled river of joy, pleasure, and self-evident observations. "Oh, the head, oh, it's stretching me out! Stretching my cuUUUUNT--" I push again, feeling my birth canal stretch wide to accommodate the massive head. "Not ready, baby, baby, please, pleaaaase--" My body pushes again and the head slides close enough that my labia stays open. I'm rocking hard into my stomach, hoping that the still-bulging mass is enough to keep me stimulated. "Getting--getting there, baby, stay, stay right there, you feel so goo-OOOD, oh GOD!" I cry out as the next push cements the head directly on my G-spot, trapping me in a steady stream of stimulation. I shudder violently on the bed, hands moving anywhere they can to increase the feeling--my breasts, my belly, anything, anywhere, I need more, more, MORE--

The next push puts my baby at a crown, and I come hard, whiting out as the baby slides out the rest of the way. With your help, it finds its way to my chest as I slowly return to consciousness, the infant feeding from me. "Hello, baby. I wish you could have stayed," I murmur, the bliss lasting for hours after.

[414graffiti]

East Side Milwaukee - August 16, 2024

[bmba]

Riflessioni su Bastia Umbra - Terza (e ultima) parte

In questo terzo blocco parlerò di alcuni interventi possibili, come anticipato nel primo testo. Posso solo proporre sinteticamente alcune idee, che hanno bisogno di una ponderazione tecnica e di una critica più analitica. Come solito, sono alcuni spunti, magari più approfonditi dei soliti che vediamo sui social, che vogliono essere un contributo alla discussione. Non sono idee sistematiche. In…

[jd-205]

PRAHA MATKA MĚST | PRAGA MATER URBIUM

Prague (by Erdinc Ulas Photography)

[rwpohl]

material stoffentwicklung "moll - ein tatort" [AT] 2014, dokument "die geschichte der prg greiz", öffentlicher nahverkehr, busbetriebe in greiz/ vogtland