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Reblogging the old posts.

She. Gave. Birth. On. A. Boat.

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Birth Quickie 3:

Bathroom

It was so embarrassing to be caught like this.

I was sitting in the bathroom, shirt sticking to me with sweat, hair a mess. I felt like I was dying, trying not to gulp in desperate gasps of air. I was burning up, my whole body working so hard, and for what? I told Dad making his nachos for us was gonna upset my stomach, and now here I was.

My eyes closed, I prayed nobody walked in. My belly had been cramping so hard all morning, and I had been in the middle of class when I realized I had to go, it wasn't an option anymore. At first I just needed it a little bit, I thought I could last until the break. But then a bad cramp hit and I barely fought back the pressure inside me, that urge to go right then and there. I’d have just died if I’d done that in front of the whole class, I’d never live it down.

I let out a low moan, trying to stay as quiet as I could. Mom and dad always told me not to push when I went, but that wasn't an option anymore. I needed this out of me, now. I found myself lifting my feet to tippy toes and spreading my legs wide as I pushed with everything I had, face scrunching and an ugly, guttural grunt of force ripping out of me.

The thought never occured to me that spreading my legs like this might be making it more difficult to poop. It just felt right, in a way I couldn't understand. I didn't hold back, bearing down, and I felt something moving inside me. My eyes went wide as the tone of my grunt changed, feeling some mass deep inside starting to barrel through me. It was huge… stretching me… it hurt so bad, this was a nightmare, but I couldn't stop pushing!

There was so much pressure. I could barely breathe, this thing was giant! I had a little time to try to gather myself between cramps, but I could feel the next brewing. God. What has happening to me? Was I… dying? Was I gonna pass away sitting on the toilet like some rock star my parents would tell me about?!

Oh fuck, I needed to push again! This proved it, I was dying, I could feel it. My insides were coming right out of me, it was way too big, like my whole uterus was just sliding down my vagina! The pain was unimaginable, my vision was blurring, I couldn't breathe. That deep, primal grunt was forcing out of me again, I couldn't stop it, couldn't be quiet if I tried.

I felt a hideous pressure just behind my crotch as the cramping ended. I reached down, touched, and was horrified my what my fingertips found. It was all so hard, straining forward, the whole shape of my most intimate place was changed grotesquely. I thought I was using the bathroom??? What the hell was happening to me?!

Sweat dripped from my face, tears mingling with it. Everything was just hurting and straining and changing, this wasn't right, wasn't fair. I cursed my Dad for doing this to me, still believing this was somehow the fault of dinner. Some horrific indigestion. I couldn't imagine what else this could possibly be, what other nightmare I could be enduring right now.

Another horrific cramp came, and I gave into my instincts completely. There was no choice in the matter, not anymore. My body was doing this on its own, and I tried to make peace with myself, accept that my heart was about to slide out of my own vagina somehow. It must be some kind of curse, I knew I shouldn't have been so mean to the home ec teacher, everyone knew she was some kind of witch and-

The pain was so bad! My teeth were grit as I pushed. My hand hadn’t moved, so I could feel my lips starting to spread. It burned, more and more, as my organs finally began to peek out of my privates. I could feel it under my fingers. Wet, slimy. Disgusting. And… hairy? My heart wasn't hairy? Or my uterus. This didn't make any sense. I couldn't understand it.

I didn't have long to think. I opened wider. Wider. The thing emerging from inside me was so big, I felt like it was about to split me in two. I couldn't fight it, my body was following some deep, primal instinct and there was no chance I could fight this need off. It was coming out. I felt the hairy mass open me so far, my poor vagina burning like it was on fire, until I felt a weird wrinkle of flesh… almost like an… ear? Or a… nose… oh god…

Suddenly a rush of motion, and I groaned, sagging back. Fluid poured out of me and into the toilet. Something slimy, coated with my juices, was hanging between my thighs, touching them. I held my legs as wide as I could, repulsed by the sensation. I couldn't see what it was under my skirt, and I didn't want to move it to look, terrified of what it would be. The word “cryptic” kept blinking in my mind, like some kind of alarm I couldn't find the button to turn off. Important, yet completely meaningless.

I gripped the toilet. My insides were flexing. I could feel this mass turning inside me. It felt so wrong, somehow completely different than everything leading to this moment. I just tried to hold on, to let this happen, not break down in sobs of terror and pain. I just wanted this over with, I barely even cared if I died now.

God. It was back. I had to push again. I had to push so bad, I was already doing it before I realized I had to. Somehow this bit was even bigger… but it was moving. Coming out. I could feel I was close. Right on the cusp of the end, just this last… big… puuushhh!!!

Something happened. The rest of the thing, I could only describe it as slithering out of me in a rush of slippery, slimy skin. It fell into the toilet, as I sat, panting, vision blurring, trying to make myself think. To start being a person again, something more than just a glorified ball of base instincts and pain and fear.

Hesitantly, I leaned forward. Pulled my skirt back, looking down. As it came into view, my brain finally realized what that word “cryptic” had to do with any of this.

We talked about it in health class. One of the girls had heard about it from some relative. A cryptic pregnancy was when your belly barely grew, if at all, and there were few to no definitive symptoms that you were growing a life inside you. It was possible to carry a baby to term and even give birth without realizing you were pregnant.

The newborn baby, still connected to me by the umbilical cord hanging out from between my legs, started to cry.

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You weren't ready to bring this baby into the world. That doesn't matter. It's coming, here and now, nothing you do will stop it, even slow it now. I know it hurts. I know you're scared. I know you don't want this baby. But He put it inside you anyway, and now your body needs you to bless it with the gift of birth. To reward him for what he did.

Push for me. Good boy. Let that bulge grow, let that baby soak your pants and underwear and bulge beautifully into your clothing...

wish there was a baby crowning in my pants rn. an unmistakable bulge of imminent life, restricted by my own lack of preparation

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Pregnant Trans Friend Update:

B is 25 weeks and huge! He's been enjoying the holidays and enjoying pampering from his family, and he even has a new boy to help him find relief from his hormone-amplified need. I wish the pair the best, though B is still very much staying in touch with me. There's some things, some fantasies, some desires you just can't explore with someone you're close to that you met normally, you know? How do you explain that being a pregnant boy is making you ache with the need to have someone in you every time the baby kicks?

B still sees these, and appreciates all your support and love!

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It's so cruel but so sexy how a guy can just ejaculate inside somebody, poison their bodies and futures with unwanted life, and not even know about it. Vanish and live his life just as happy and successful as he was moments ago.

Meanwhile, the people with wombs that have to endure the result don't get to just walk away, don't get to just escape. Life is now growing inside them, and enduring the humiliating, vulnerable, invasive, sexual agony of childbirth is inevitable. They're going to, at minimum, push and sob this new life into the world, have to live the next nine months as a pregnant person. Openly or hiding it or denying it doesn't matter, it's still an ordeal, a struggle, a shameful humiliation that you'll be judged for as a little burden kicks its way to life inside you...

I'm sure you could make this about a boy~

“ughhhh,” the boy groans, gripping the arms of his chair tightly as his belly quakes with movement. he’s learned not to touch it when they get like this—it only makes them worse. makes them feel more confined.

he stares down at his active belly in dismay. this was once a wanted pregnancy—a planned pregnancy, even. he thought he knew the love of his life. he thought he’d found someone to start a future with. have a baby with.

stupidly, he’d let them hit it raw until those two lines showed up on the test. stupidly, he’d been overjoyed.

but as he gained more symptoms, got bigger, the “love of his life” grew cold. it seemed that their interests lay more in the action that leads to a baby, rather than the growing of the baby itself.

he was gravid with triplets. there were certain positions he just couldn’t do anymore.

it all culminated when the boy walked (waddled, rather) into their bedroom after work once to find them rawing another boy, thin and not weighed down by kicky babies. he’d had suspicions for a while, but hadn’t wanted to believe them. even still, he devolved into sobs, begging his love to stay even in front of the other boy. collapsing against the wall and rubbing his burden of belly for comfort. that was when his love had left him, for good.

and now, here he is. days away from birthing their brood. becoming a single parent to three, very, very soon. and they won’t stop moving.

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Quickie Kinky Review:

"Night Bitch"

I'm going to get the rough part out of the way up top. Any sexiness is either VERY niche (light TF elements that can be interesting) or barely present. There is a birth scene at the end, very brief, some decent sounds and expressions and intensity that that the movie built up to really well. But not a lot of excitement sexy birth moments. If you are watching this movie to have a quick easy sexy fantasy at the end without telling anybody, keep moving. This is HIGHLY unlikely to get you there.

HOWEVER!!!

If you are a fan of the more emotionally fraught of my writings, please. Give this movie a try. There is an incredibly blunt, brutal, intense look at what pregnancy and birth does to you. How you are perceived, how you perceive yourself. The struggle of still trying to maintain personhood even after you have birthed a child that you will raise, and how hard that can be. How much harder it is now, in our current society.

It does, granted, focus on a couple that is, frankly, privileged economically. Their struggles and issues and stresses do not touch on the financial stresses of parenthood, of maintaining relationships and dreams and wants. But outside of that asterisk, it is a stark, wonderfully intense and blunt examination of the realities of having and raising a child, and what that means.

I enjoyed it immensely, and I would recommend it to anybody who is looking to actually examine their relationship with our shared kink, man or woman.

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Birth Quickie 2:

Conversation

I hadn't thought it would feel like this.

Sure I’d seen shows. Even videos. I assumed they were playing it up, being dramatic. It was taking all my focus not to scream with the contractions, or break down sobbing as I felt this parasite moving down inside me. I hadn't meant for it to.happen here, like this. I was supposed to be hiding in the shed, or at least the basement.

Then mom and dad had friends from the office over and asked me to stay upstairs. I didn't argue, assumed it would be ok. Then contractions started getting worse, my waters broke and soaked my sweats and panties. I knew from looking into it that didn't really mean anything. Sure, it was alarming, but come on. I could have hours still, even the better part of a day.

Of course, I couldn't be that lucky. I sat on the edge of my bed, facing away from the door, breathing through cramp after cramp. I was timing them, but I got really scared once I got around six minutes apart. Then I got a feeling like I kinda needed to use the bathroom, but I didn't want to risk getting stuck in there if the little accident was closer than I thought.

Turns out it was. That subtle bathroom-y feeling was a pushy feeling trying to creep in. I tried to fight it as long as I could, burning up in my layered T-shirt and long sleeve I’d been wearing to try to hide my growing belly from my parents. The urge got worse, stronger, more urgent as time went on. Contractions getting closer and closer, it started to hurt to not push. I barely managed to stay quiet, keeping my breath as steady as possible, eyes closed tight as I began to give in against my will, my body pushing on its own even as I fought it.

I tried to make a new plan on the fly. It was clearly coming. I’d have it and try to climb out the window, leave it at a shelter like I originally planned. I just needed to stay calm, let it come as quietly as I could. Mom and Dad could NOT know I had gotten pregnant, ever. Let alone how it had happened. I couldn't imagine how they would react but I know it would be horrible.

Speaking of horrible, the pain and pressure was getting worse. I had started pushing without meaning to, and at this point gave up fighting my body. This was happening, here and now. Gripping my blanket and lifting my knees slightly, I let out the tiniest grunt, face scrunching with effort and toes curling. I could immediately feel an entire new sensation. Not just the intense pressure of a head just inside my vagina, but BURNING. My lips were spreading, I was starting to crown into my soaked panties.

This was really happening. I was having a baby for him and he didn't even know, didn't care… it hurt so bad, I couldn't stand thinking about him, having a normal dinner happy and just thinking about the rest later this week, his latest practice, he probably barely remembered what he'd done-

The door opened to my bedroom, and I jumped with shock. “Hey… I just wanted to check in on you. Are you ok, sweetie?” I took a breath,.steadied myself, very vividly aware of the straining teardrop of my most intimate place hidden inside my clothes. “Y-yea! I’m doing fine! Just… you know. Thinking about stuff.” I tried to smile, looking back over my shoulder.

God, I was so hot. I could feel the sweat running down my face, soaking into my shirt. My hair was a mess, sticking to me and itself. I looked like a disaster. I looked like some dumb girl giving birth to a baby she didn't want in her bedroom, hoping her parents wouldn't catch her. I was so stupid, how did I think I could get away with this?!

“You’re probably annoyed with us, huh? I keep telling your father that we shouldn't make you go to your room when our friends are over, but he just says you probably don't want to be around anyway…”

“It’s f-fine!” I managed, and I prayed she didn’t hear the raised pitch of my voice, the way my smile looked like grit teeth, my hands twisting in the sheets as my body started to push on its own again, another contraction squeezing me tight. “Really! I just have stuff going on, and… I g-get it. You guys are people too… and I… I really do get it!” Fuck… I could feel the head… it wasn't a teardrop anymore… it was a full crown… no… worse, it… it-!

I convulsed as a sudden burst of movement overwhelmed me. The entire head slipped free of me, making a huge bulge in my underwear and sweatpants. Oh god, if Mom looked around me just a tiny bit, she’d see the soaked fabric, the shape of a baby coming out of her daughter in shameful secret. I heard the patter of fluid hitting the carpet impossibly loudly. There’s no way Mom wouldn't catch me. My life was over. She would make me keep it and I would be the first girl with a kid in my class and for Him no less…

“I appreciate it, hon.” Mom said, a sigh in her voice. “I just don't want to miss you while we have you in our lives. You’ve grown up so fast. Some girls your age have kids already, can you believe it? But I know you’re smarter than to ever let anything like that happen to you.”

I wanted to scream, everything felt so wrong. “Yea! You taught me to be careful!” I managed to sneak out, back arching slightly, I HOPED subtly, as I pushed in front of her. It was coming out. Oh god the shoulders were so big… this was torture, they were bulging me so hard, my body was straining… I was giving birth!!!

“Well… your dad is probably worried about me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I worry about you, you know? I want you to know we care about you, we’re here for you. I love you.”

I couldn't stop pushing. I fought to keep the growl of effort out of my voice. “I love you too, mom.” I sounded hoarse, strained, but seemingly not too much. She closed the door and I heard her walk away.

Seconds after the couldn’t see me anymore, the inevitable happened. The shoulders slipped free, and the body slithered out of my most intimate place, filling my clothes as I sagged in exhaustion. “Oh god… oh god… I just gave birth…” I whisper-panted to myself, praying I could get away with this. I just wanted my normal life back.

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The inevitability of birth is sooo intense, so emotionally overwhelming and sexy. Just unable to stop or resist what your body wants, giving ng in and pushing, letting this baby come even if it's going to destroy your life, more a matter of when than if.

One of the hot things about labor is the inevitability of it. Once it starts you are, sometime in the near future, going to be screaming and struggling to force out a human out of a pretty narrow passage. Whether you're ready or not, labor and birth are coming for you. The contractions are going to get stronger. You're gonna start feeling the intense pressure in your hips and the urge to bear down. No matter how much you try to stop it, it's going to burn when you crown. And after the head plows through, you still gotta squeeze the shoulders out of that same tender, bruised opening.

It's inevitable after you feel that first contraction. No matter how many hours or even days it takes, it's coming out.

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Birth Quickie 1:

Library

Your best friend and you were studying. They clearly were anxious about the upcoming test, their leg constantly bouncing, constantly shifting uncomfortably, closing their eyes to center themselves, taking deep, steadying breaths.

You kept trying to calm them down. "We're gonna figure this out. It's not even a super important test. I know you've been struggling in class, but you've been working really hard for this, and you're so smart." They smiled at you, their eyes warm and thankful, but their mouth seemed drawn sharply, strained. You knew all you could do is be there for them, but it still hurt seeing how hard of a time they were having.

The library was empty so far as you could tell, the only sounds their heavy breathing and little calming hums, and the turning of pages. Then their eyes snapped open. "Oh. Oh fuck. Fuck!" You were alarmed, confused. "Hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

Their hands were pressed flat on the table, and you noticed how bad the sweating had gotten, their shirt soaked around their neck, running down their face like they'd been running a marathon. Their chest was heaving and they clearly were fighting themselves to not freak out.

Finally, they managed to gather themselves enough to answer you. "I'm having a baby."

Of course, you were shocked. "Oh my God. You're... Pregnant?" Closing their eyes again, they shook their head. "No! I'm having a baby." Their hands curled into fists. "I'm having it." Their face started to redden, their teeth were grit. "I can feel it, fuck!"

You couldn't think of a reply. You scooted back, looked under the table. Their legs were spread. Their crotch was soaked. As you saw their legs trembling, a small bulge began to form between their legs. Oh god. Oh god, that couldn't be. They don't even look like they have a belly!

A blast of breath came from above you, and you came back up. "I don't know what to do! This wasn't supposed to happen, I had time! Was gonna have it in my room and then just pretend it never happened. Nobody was supposed to know! Fuck... Oh god it just won't stop... I'm not ready, I can't have a baby!"

Their back arched, they grabbed the sides of the chair. Chin tucked and feet on tip-toes, the bulge between their legs grew... Grew... A gush of fluid and a whispered "Fuck!" Erupted, the bulge suddenly growing, but they didn't stop. You saw more movement. Then more fluid forming a puddle in the chair, on the floor. The bulge became bagging, soaking wet fabric as your best friend sagged in exhaustion in their chair.

"God... I can't... I can't even..." They were clearly completely spent. "Just... G-go home... Ok? Promise me you won't tell anybody. Ok? If word got out... If my family found out, or God forbid Him... You just can't tell anyone, never even mention it to me again. Ok?"

You notice they haven't pulled their pants down, made any effort to comfort the baby they just birthed into the world... Watery cries of a newborn start to come from under the table, yet the silence outside of that is so heavy, so loud...

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Spreading your legs for a handsome burly man feels so good in the moment. Feeling him in you, connected so intimately.

9 months later his massive burden is slowly torturing its way out of you, bulging your vagina, changing your life forever...

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Merry Christmas to all! Let us all celebrate this most sacred of says, when a barely-teenage girl sat in a barn with her boyfriend and slowly pushed out her unplanned baby completely unassisted. Truly my kind of holiday. :3

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The thrilling and wonderful conclusion to this story of pregnancy denial and deeply traumatic, unwanted childbirth~

Too Late Roommate, pt. 2

You run to the bathroom. The noises grow louder the closer you get, and bursting through the door reveals your roommate, naked in all except for a poorly fitting bra, ruined with sweat and milk. their clothes litter the bathroom floor—they clearly tore them off in desperation before landing here. groaning in the tub.

This is the first time you’ve seen their pregnant body in full. they’re swollen, everywhere, like they’re allergic to what’s happening to them. their ankles are the same size as their calves, and red. their tits are veiny and wet. and their belly—their belly is hard and large and shiny and covered in stretch marks and bruises. you don’t know if they’re from the baby, or from your roommate torturing it. you don’t want to know. their face is twisted in agony, and their hair is matted to their forehead with sweat. they’re gripping the sides of the tub shakily.

“It’s going to come out,” they groan, panting hard. leaning their head up against the cool tile. their eyes are shut, as if they don’t want to see any of this. “i can’t stop it. it’s coming.”

you crouch down and tilt your head to try to look at their pussy. it’s incredibly swollen and pregnant, but after a few seconds of adjusting to what it looks like, you notice no bulge at all. the baby is still very much inside.

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“You said I could…hnnnn…have it here…” they pant, hand splaying on the front of their belly as it releases from its contraction. it’s so big. “give it up…for adoption…”

“that was just…” you feel the blood leave your face. that was just an idea! they’d never actually made a plan, at least…not one they’d shared with you!

and their belly is SO much bigger than it was. how is that possible?!? how can they birth it here?

“no,” you say, “no, this isn’t safe. we have to get you—“

“HNNNGHHHH!” their belly reddens and visibly collapses inward. you reach for it—it’s rock hard.

“Stop this! Stop pushing!” You say, even though you know it’s futile.

“I can’t stop…pushing it….down in me. I cannnghhhhh AHH!” their water explodes out of their pussy, down into the bath tub, splattering even you. it stinks—it smells like semen and pussy and iron and fear. you take a step back in momentary shock.

suddenly, something shifts. they seem to really realize that it’s time. their eyes open wide, and a garbled, pained scream wrenches out of their throat. they fall back against the bath, pushing their enormous belly even further forward. they shut their legs with another pained cry—like this, the belly almost reaches their knees. you can see it wildly contracting—or maybe that’s just their heavy breathing. their pussy is still leaking fluid out in a small stream, spurting often.

“I can’t have a baby! I can’t! I don’t…I can’t have it now! Make it stop!” they’re holding their legs together, physically, with a white knuckle grip. their face is growing red as they avoid the urge to push it out.

like everything else with this pregnancy, it’s too late.

“you have to let me see your pussy,” you say, quietly. you’re afraid, too. your roommate is in a terrible state, and you did nothing to help them. now, they’re still refusing this. even as their belly quakes with baby, they refuse to have it. “let me see. it needs to come out, but it might not be ready yet.”

your roommate moans loudly, and shakes their head. “No, no, no, no…please!!”

they’re shaking. they’re begging with their belly. as if you’re not even there.

“NGAHHHHH!” their arms lose strength and their legs fall open. your eyes go wide—their pussy suddenly bulges a little. the baby is in the canal, but you can’t see the hair yet. it’s slipping down now that there’s no longer resistance. your roommate holds their belly, and tears come to their eyes. it shrinks a little under their clutching fingers. “Ouuuhhhhhhhhhnnnng, no, no, baby, please….stay inside….I don’t…AAAHHHHHnnn, I’M NOT READY!!!!”

You know what you have to do. You swallow hard, and grab one of their legs, holding it open with all of your strength. opening their pelvis. the baby bulges forward a little more. Your roommate stares at you in utter betrayal, as if you’ve just stabbed them.

“WHY?! WH….hnnnnnnnNO! NO!” they desperately try to reach over their bump—no, their mound—to cover their pussy. the baby continues to move forward, spreading them bit by bit. once they reach a teardrop shape, your roommate howls.

“Why are you making me do this?!?”

You’re baffled. People say all sorts of crazy things during labor, you try to shake it off, the baby is coming—

“WHY DID YOU PUT IT IN ME?”

That’s…completely untrue. completely impossible. you have a pussy between your legs, same as them. but one look at your roommate’s glazed-over gaze tells you that they’re seeing someone else. Your face is the father’s, as you manhandle their body.

Oh.

There’s a terrible pain in your chest.

The baby bulges, despite your roommate’s weak fingers trying to push it back in. All it does is stall the birth—they’re not actually making any progress backwards. They shut their eyes, tears pouring down their face. They’re grunting with effort, though you can’t tell if they’re pushing or holding it.

“Nghhh, Please,” they whimper at it. “Just go away.”

These are the sobs you heard through the wall, most nights.

You know what you have to do.

You say their name. You say it louder, until they look at you. You meet them with a determined look.

“Your body grew this, okay? You can push it out. I’ll deal with everything afterwards. Just get it out.”

“I can’t have it,” they breathe, weakly. they’re getting pale. clammy.

“But you are. You’re having a baby.” They shake their head. There’s no getting through to them. You rub their overtaxed belly at its apex, a bit nervously. You can feel the beginning of a contraction under your fingers. They stare at your hand with nausea in their expression. You swallow your guilt. “…I’m sorry.”

You shove your hand down, hard, on their belly, holding their leg up wide, with the next contraction.

Their scream curdles your blood.

The baby’s head is huge, and it’s at full crown. Or so you think. You press down harder, and your friend’s pussy rips at the edges, crowning the baby in all of its glory. Your friend’s fingers fall away from it, as if burned.

“C’mon, c’mon…” you say, and your friend replies with a screeching

“NNNNGHHH!”

The baby’s head pops out with a burst of fluid. It looks larger than it should be, but what do you know? It doesn’t matter, it’s out.

Your friend is sobbing and incoherent at this point. The baby turns inside them, and you have to try not to vomit. At least they’re pushing now, if not weakly. Grunting “hrnghs” out, softly, even without the contraction. you don’t know what to tell them. you don’t know what to do. you’re starting to hate this thing as much as they do.

one of the shoulders pops out with the next contraction, and then the next. you can’t wait any longer—you grab the slippery thing and pull it out. Your roommate screams again—it’s not coming out easily—but you get it. It’s out.

After a terrible second, it wails with life.

Your roommate looks at you, dully. They look sick. Pale. Delirious. They need a doctor, you need scissors for the cord, you need a plan. You need so many things.

“It’s over now,” your roommate sighs, hoarsely. it’s as if they can’t hear the baby crying—or perhaps they’re choosing not to. “i’m not having a baby anymore.”

“no, you’re not,” it’s insane that this huge infant was inside your friend until just a few seconds ago. in your arms it feels to be ten pounds, or more. “I’ll take care of it. Just focus on staying awake.”

Your roommate smiles weakly, and reaches for the slight bloat of your stomach. they rub it, over your clingy night shirt that makes its shape incredibly obvious. “Your time…will be better.”

You ignore them, wrapping the baby in the bathroom hand towel. Your roommate starts to wince and grunt out the afterbirth. They’re still delirious—the last time you had sex was…two and a half months ago. After seeing your friend’s pregnant belly for the first time…noting how much it turned you on…you channeled that energy and called over a hookup. You frown, but then shake off the notion. The two of you were so drunk, but you think you remember telling him to put on a condom. You always do. You definitely did.

Your hand cups the bloat, and your pussy sparks with fear and arousal. You can’t be, right? It’s just bloat, or a little chub. You’re probably just gaining weight.

Your roommate’s unwanted baby cries, demanding your attention. You push your budding worry aside—It’s time to get an ambulance on its way, and google some nearby crisis centers that can take the sorry thing.

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Absolutely mind blowingly intense story about just luxuriating in the raw dread and inevitability of pregnancy and birth. The cruelty of how uncaring your own body can be as someone's baby gestates in you. Fantastic, the emotions are so raw and pure and agonizing in all the best ways.

Absolutely hoping for a detailed birth~

Too Late Roommate, pt. 1

having a roommate that—at first—you think is just gaining weight. watching their belly press up against their shirt, their appetite getting almost aggressive. watching them try and fail to fit into their clothes, watching them get more and more out of breath from doing things they used to do with ease. you think they’re just gaining weight…until you catch them standing with the bathroom door open, shirt lifted up, inspecting a very round swell in the mirror. you stop in your tracks. it’s an unmistakable bulge. there’s even the beginnings of a vertical line, running right down the middle. that’s…

you can’t help it. you speak before you think it through. “are you…pregnant?”

they don’t look at you. they poke their belly, and then cup it. there’s a bit of fear in their expression. “i’m too busy right now, but i’ll terminate soon. i can’t have a baby.”

one look at their ripe belly tells you they’re far beyond the time for that.

it’s two entire months later that they waddle out of their room and ask you, wide-eyed, if you can take them to the clinic. one hand is on their back, and the other cups their protruding belly. something tells you they just felt it kick—like a good, serious kick, not flutters they can call indigestion—for the first time, just had the reality hit them.

unfortunately for them, it’s long been too late.

you take them to the clinic anyway. you don’t know why you do any of the things you do—you act stupid around them, now. it’s like you’re sharing their denial, but all because you’re intrigued. how long can they drag this out? how long before they pop?

you darkly hope it happens in your apartment.

you touch yourself, in secret, to the idea. you touch yourself to the glimpses you steal of them struggling to bend over and pick something up. of how they jump whenever the thing moves a little inside them when you’re both watching TV, and then try to play it off. of the soft crying at night you can hear through the wall.

they shock you by coming right back out of the abortion clinic and getting back in the passenger seat, head hung low.

their belly is still very pregnant, poorly hidden by their parka. their face is streaked with tears.

“so…”

“they wouldn’t let me.”

“okay.”

the rest of the drive home is in silence. the weight in the air—the shared knowledge you both have that this baby is real, and going to be born soon—hangs heavily, just like their belly lately.

you go back into the apartment, and your roommate is already out of breath. they huff and puff and sit down on the couch with a big “hooo…” kind of noise, groaning at their pregnancy. you just start making the two—or three of you, rather—some sandwiches in silence.

“i’m sorry,” their quavering voice breaks the tension at last. you eye them, but don’t speak. they can’t meet your eyes. “i know…i know this…it’s gotten out of control. but i didn’t think it was…”

“how far along did you think you were?” you ask, with a patronizing bite that slips out of your mouth before you can stop it. they wince a little, and look warily at their prominent bump. it gets really big when they sit like this, sitting high and jutting out. imposing. impending.

they’re terrified. “i don’t…l…”

“how far along are you?”

“I didn’t find out. they wanted to…give it…an ultrasound, but…i can’t…”

“do you have a plan? who’s the father?”

they don’t answer. you can tell they’re about to cry.

you should leave them alone. you hand them their sandwich, taking a bite out of your own. they take it tentatively, but then lurch a little bit. another big kick, surely. they seem to have lost their appetite, and try setting it down on the coffee table.

they struggle to reach. to sit upright at all. you have to help them.

this action seems to finally break them. they start softly weeping.

you sit down beside them on the couch, abandoning your sandwich as well.

“once it comes, you can give it up for adoption—“ you start to say.

“I didn’t know you could get pregnant on the first time,” they sob, holding their belly. “I don’t know anything. My parents…they’re going to…”

they haven’t shared much with you about their home life, but you know it was incredibly strict. perhaps religious, but they haven’t clarified. they just cry, and look down at their swollen womb. for the first time, you notice that they’re wearing their jeans completely unbuttoned and unzipped. they haven’t bought maternity jeans.

“I can’t have a baby.”

something in you snaps.

“But you will,” you say, standing up. they look up at you, teary-eyed, but don’t say anything. “You’re going to get even bigger, and you’re going to push that thing out—probably here, in our bath tub. You fucked, and now you’re going to have a baby. Soon. Stop denying it.”

There’s a heavy silence between you, until your roommate heavily picks themself up. you try to help, but they push your hand away.

“Listen, I’m sorry, but you need to make a plan—“

They waddle away, unable to control their sniffling as they begin to cry again. they carry the heft of their belly with both hands as if the baby will fall out of them otherwise. And they disappear into their room.

—

You don’t see them much after that. It’s clear they’re avoiding you. You can’t say you don’t understand. You try to put your nerves aside—this is their problem. Their burden in their belly. You’re not the one who’s pregnant, you shouldn’t worry about it.

The crying at night continues.

But in the middle of the night, maybe two or three weeks after the clinic visit, you wake up with a start. you don’t think anything of it at first, until you hear it again. the sound that woke you up. it’s a bit muffled, but it’s a low moan. Like a cow.

Dread spears through you. It’s time.

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Used.

Growing a baby you might not have meant to have, might not have even wanted. Forced to create life for some jerk you barely know, might not have even consented to having sex with.

You're going to give into him. You're going to open your thighs and birth his child from your most intimate place. You won't have a choice anymore. Your body has been claimed utterly, and all you can do is let his reward for impregnating you grow big and healthy in your beautiful belly, and then scream it into the world for him. A baby half you and half the man who did this to you, that will be in the world for the rest of your life. Constant, permanent reminder of the fact he claimed you.

being bred is being claimed. you can’t be impregnated once you’re already pregnant. and even once you give birth, you’ll have a physical person tying you to whoever came inside you. whoever’s sperm fertilized you. you’ll swell up no matter what, and everyone will be able to see that you have a baby inside you. everyone will know that you’re going to give birth. everyone will know that you’ve been marked. claimed.

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Quickie Kinky Review:

It Ends With Us

Found a new contender for "least favorite movie with pregnancy/birth in it." It sucks, because the pregnancy scenes in It Ends With Us are... Alright. And the birth is actually pretty good.

The downside is that this movie is going to get somebody fucking killed. I have never, ever seen a more condescending, dangerous, toxic depiction of how to recognize and leave an abusive relationship. On the bed after having just giving birth, as your physically violent husband is holding your baby, is NOT the time to be a girlboss and ask for a divorce.

Nevermind the implication it makes that, after leaving your abuser's home, but continuing to carry the pregnancy he caused, you can probably just... Have him around your new place, just the two of you, to help put together the crib for the baby you're not going to let him (UNDERSTANDABLY) be part of the life of!

Seriously, fuck this movie once for being advertised as a rom-com before pulling a Doki-Doki Literature Club into being about domestic abuse. Fuck this movie twice for the absolutely egregious amount of sexual harassment Blake Lively suffered during the filming of this abuse enabler. Fuck it three times for it presenting the most fetid, saccrine, magical-christmas-land version imaginable of domestic abuse and the escaping thereof and portraying it as some beautiful, uplifting story of empowerment. And fuck it a fourth and final time for actually having a decent baby belly and good pushing face.

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Re-posting the old posts.

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Re-posting the old posts