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can we talk about pre-crowning?? when your lips are barely open and the top of the head just starts to peak out😍😍😍

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I like people being vocal during birth. Not just screaming but saying things like it hurts so much. Please stop. I cannot take it anymore. My pussy/ass burns. It burns so much. I can’t get it out. It’s stuck. My clit hurts so much. It’s too big. Not another one I cannot do it again. Take it out

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how do you make the tier list in your pinned?

If you go through the reblogs on the post, I shared the link!

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get them pregnant in front of the window so the whole world can see how they love being bred and then force them to birth the baby in front of that same window 9 months later

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I bet you'd look really good with my bastard stretching your womb

why? you wanna pin me down and breed me? gonna force me to carry a baby i don't want till i'm swollen and aching? personally i think i'd make the cutest bastard child in the world.

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I want to hear you scream as something massive bullies its way through your overtaxed cervix, so big you're sure it's torn before the thing you're birthing even tries to force its way through your tight, bulging pussy. I want to hear you shreik and babble about how it burns, how you can't do it, how it's tearing you and you're too full... and then I want to watch your predictions come true, skin pulled bloodless-white before your own pushing forces the thing inside you to tear you open. I want to watch you struggle with that crown, held open at that widest point for hours.

And then, when the head finally, finally pops out, I want to watch you realise that the shoulders are next.

come here and make me birth your baby <3 thank you for the ask feel free to send more

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It's the winter solstice today, which has me thinking... Wouldn't it be fun to totally deny a girl her sense of time?

Lock her in a basement somewhere, far from the sun. Keep her awake for days with stimulants, then knock her out with sleep meds. Give her meals from an automatic dispenser, but randomize the hours every day. Make sure she doesn't know the difference between day or night, winter or summer.

There is one problem with that, though: even captive and helpless girls have a built-in way to measure the months. But it's a problem I'd take great pleasure in fixing.

So many girls have had pregnancy scares where they've anxiously counted the days, but what could you do if you didn't even know when days were passing? If you just had to wonder constantly whether your period hadn't come - whether your fear had made hours seem like days, or you'd conceived for the man who raped you?

And once the truth became clear, it would be sweet to see her learn a new way of counting time - by the swell of her belly, growing towards an inevitable conclusion.

(The second time, I'd give her fertility pills, and make time fly.)

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i wanna order you to walk around while you're crowning and watch the way you struggle to keep your balance with my baby so low inside you

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can you please do something about a nun getting raped and then having to give birth painfully? please and thank you :))

Hope that you like this, and hope you don’t mind it’s set vaguely in the distant past (medieval/renaissance times).

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She thought taking the veil and becoming Sister Mary Elizabeth would mean she never had to marry or have children, that she could escape the marriage her father arranged to the Earl’s son for her. Even her powerful father couldn’t force her to marry if she became a nun.

But the earl’s son, Edward, wasn’t content to be robbed of his bride, and if he couldn’t marry her, he would make sure she still did her duty as a woman to bear him children. And Mary Elizabeth’s father wanted grandchildren.

The cathedral and convent where Mary Elizabeth had fled to was only two days ride from the Earl’s estate. The earl’s son made the excuse that he came to offer pious prayers to the saints and atone for his sins.

What no one but himself knew was that he planned on committing one while he was there, too.

He went about the ruse of praying and lighting candles and following along with mass, until after dark. Until he could find her alone in that tiny, bare room she now slept in.

It wasn’t hard to climb in the window and surprise her. Her back was to him as she prayed, on her knees at her bedside. Edward smiled in the dark. Perfect. She didn’t even hear his first few footsteps.

“So pious now, aren’t we?” he said. Startled, she turned but he moved fast and had his hand over her mouth. “You can scream, but do you really think anyone will believe you didn’t invite me here so you could break your vows? These walls are made of stone, sound doesn’t penetrate well. And speaking of penetrating.”

He was already so hard against her back, pressing into her ass, bending her half way over the bed. He throbbed at thinking of finally getting that virgin pussy he was owed, thinking that even if she tried and tried, she’d never be clean and pure again, she’d be filthy, he’d dirty her forever.

He let his hand up so he could reach for his breeches and unfasten them. She tried to dart away but he pulled her back and slammed her onto the bed. He got his breeches down quickly and his cock sprang free. When her eyes went wide with fear, he chuckled.

“Never seen a proper cock before, have you?” he asked as he shifted toward her. “They’re usually a little smaller than this, but I guess I’ve just been blessed.”

“Don’t do this, Edward, please. You could have others, you don’t really want me!”

He didn’t answer as he ripped her long gown and pushed it up to see the perfect, unspoiled body beneath him. Flat belly, perky little breasts with pink little nipples. She held her knees together like that might save her.

“Do you really like living in this place? I could’ve given you mansions and jewels, all you had to do was submit to me,” he said and he climbed on top of her. He pried her knees apart with such force that she cried out. She tried to fight him, struggling beneath him with panicked gasps as his cock rubbed against her pussy lips, a warning of what was to come. “The more you fight, the more it’s going to hurt.”

“No, please, I beg you, don’t do this!”

“You owe me a son!” he snapped and held still for just a moment. “Tonight, you’re going to give me a son whether you like it or not. And if anything should happen to him before he’s born perfectly healthy, depending on my mood, I’ll either come back and do this again or just kill you with my bare hands.”

He didn’t hesitate before plunging in. The length and thickness of his cock felt like being pierced between her legs and she raised her head, clamped down every muscle. She let out a high pitched cry of pain just as he started thrusting hard, mercilessly pounding her. She grabbed the sheets and closed her eyes tight, starting to pray. He fucked her even harder, watching her breasts bounce with the effort he made. Her whole body tensed even more.

“Oh god,” he gasped, feeling himself close to emptying his balls in her. “That’s right, fight me all you want. You think it hurts to take my cock for the first time, it’ll hurt far more to give birth to my son.”

With a final thought of her belly swollen past what her black gown could hide, he came inside of her harder than he’d ever come before. He stayed put, to make sure the seed took and then drew out. He tucked himself in and she sobbed, rolling on her side, hands between her legs holding her battered, well seeded little cunny.

“Cheer up,” he said as he left. “It’s already happened. I’ll be back in nine months for my son.”

Mary Elizabeth prayed and prayed, but soon enough her waistline got thick, her breasts swelled and got so sore she could barely stand her shirt touching them. When the sisters found out, they punished her by making her fast and work twice as hard. She tried to tell them the truth, but no one believed her. Everyone believed she’d been a whore who couldn’t keep her vows, that’s she’d tempted the earl’s son and trapped him into siring a child on her.

Soon enough her black dress was stretched tight across her enormous belly, and she knew her time was near. She dreaded it every day, praying to God for an easy birth as she felt the huge baby inside her kicking and moving. Getting on and off her knees at prayers got more difficult with each week, and none of the sisters felt any pity for her.

Then, on a saint’s day, when Mary Elizabeth was miserably heavy with child, her breast already giving milk, Edward came back. She saw him coming towards the open doors of the sanctuary and her heart raced. Suddenly, her entire belly clenched hard, and painfully, cramping worse than anything she’d felt before. She dropped to her knees, holding her belly with one arm and bracing on the floor with the other. Water gushed from between her legs and she cried out, looking down to see a puddle there, still dripping. Her high pitched noise of pain echoed over the mostly empty sanctuary.

When she looked up, Edward stood over her. “It looks like I’ve come just in time.”

The contraction got worse and she sobbed, praying that it would be a quick birth. Then the mother superior came marching towards her with a disgusted, stern look on her wrinkled face.

“Mother superior, please help me,” Mary Elizabeth begged. “The baby is coming. Mother superior, please, it hurts. I think I need to lie down.”

The mother superior scowled. “I’ve seen more than enough whores birthing their whelps in my time. You’ve a long way to go, and a great deal of penance left to do. But if you want to lie in that bed again so much, so be it! I’ll have you chained to it, so you may think on your sins in the hours to come.”

Mother superior struck Mary Elizabeth across the ass with her cane. Edward fought the smile coming to his face.

“Mother superior, since I am somewhat to blame for this, and to do my own penance for letting my lust get the better of me, may I stay with Sister Mary Elizabeth until the child is born?” Edward asks. “I know it is somewhat unusual, but I feel a responsibility.”

Mother superior nodded. “Yes, of course. You’re a good man. I know all too well that women who don’t control themselves can topple even the most righteous men. She tempted you, and I permit you to administer punishment to her as you see fit. You would do good to submit and learn from his piety, Mary Elizabeth!”

Mother superior gave her another strike with the cane and left. Edward grinned over her and did not help her to her feet. She got up unsteadily and held her belly, now low and large, waddling towards the door.

“What will you do with me?” she asked, tears in her eyes.

Edward grabbed her arm and said, “Teach you piety, that’s what.” He had no gentleness as he pulled her toward that tiny abbey room where he had first raped his child into her. He pushed the door open and then shoved her onto the bed. She tried to sit up, but couldn’t because a contraction came. She groaned out her misery, arching her back and spreading her legs without thinking.

Two other nuns, as disapproving as mother superior came with chains to bind her legs and wrists to the bed. She could do nothing but arch her back again in a contraction as she cried out in pain. She had never been in this much agony in her life. The sisters left, sneering at her, and slammed the door, leaving her alone with the man who had put her in this condition.

Edward sat on the chair by the bed and reached for his breeches, taking out his huge cock. Mary Elizabeth gasped and begged, “No, please. Not now, please, have mercy!”

Mary Elizabeth tried to move defend herself, but she was spread and helpless. Edward pushed her gown up past her leaking breasts as she sobbed, twisting because she could do only that. He put one hand on her belly and rubbed in circles while stroking himself.

“Tell me how it feels to be in childbed with a bastard, my bastard, knowing there’s nothing you can do about it?”

“Why did you do this to me? Why!” she pleaded, putting her knees together as if that could save any of her modesty now.

“Because you denied me what was mine. If you’d only obeyed, you’d be in a far more comfortable bed, with nurses and midwives to attend you.

Mary Elizabeth strained against the irons holding her fast to the bed, miserable and wishing she could only just move. Edward’s hand moved up and grabbed her breast hard, squeezing it as it leaked clear fluid and then milk dribbled down her chest and even her heaving belly. She moaned and winced, raising her head.

“God, no, not another one!” she panted as the next contraction came. Her entire belly moved with it and Edward jerked himself harder. “Aughhhhhh! God, please, make it stop! It’s killing me! Aghhhhhhh! Please, Edward, unshackle me, I need to move!”

Edward chuckled and said nothing in reply. He watched her squirming, held nearly immobile and getting more desperate with each excruciating contraction. Hours passed as she labored, hard, the contractions getting worse and worse. Her screams even escaped the thick stone walls. Mary Elizabeth tried to reach for her laboring tummy but couldn’t. She wiggled and fought against the irons, screaming wretchedly.

Then, suddenly she raised her head and screamed an even more shrill scream than before. “Please, for the love of god, unchain me! The child is coming, I need to push, please!” Mary Elizabeth begged. She lifted her chin to her chest and went silent with the effort. Edward came around the bed and pushed her knees apart. He watched as a slow bulge appeared, spreading her pussy with each labored, agonizing push she gave. “It burns like fire, god help me! God it burns it’s splitting me apart, Edward please help me I can’t do this!”

Edward forced her knees apart a little. “Push you whore! Birth my son now!” he demanded. She lifted her head again with a scream and the dark spot of the baby’s head appeared, spreading her cunt lips open wider and wider. The moment she relented to take even a breath, the head slid back in just a little. “Don’t you dare stop!”

She lifted her head again with a scream of pure torture and pushed further. The child was big, Edward watched as it opened her wider than he thought possible. With a last, sobbing effort she pushed out the shoulder and body and then laid back. Edward took in the sight of her, shackled and breathing hard, breasts dripping, knees apart with her cunt bloodied and his bastard between her legs, crying and squirming. He’d never seen a woman more completely ruined and destroyed. He reached for the baby and turned it over to see the child’s sex.

A girl child.

“What is this? I said a son!” he roared. Mary Elizabeth shook her head, unable to speak through her tears. Edward looked down on her and then went calm. “But no matter. I’ll be back when she is weaned and you are ready to give me what you owe me. Repent all you like, but everyone will know what a whore you still are when you’re heavy again with another child of mine.”

Mary Elizabeth sobbed and Edward left the room. Her sobs echoed off the stones and he realized that the sound traveled better than he thought. He met the mother superior coming out of the room from next to Mary Elizabeth’s. She looked as satisfied as he felt, despite the child being a girl. He greeted her and handed her a small bag of gold coins.

“For the church,” he said, and winked.

“For the church. I look forward to you coming again next year,” she replied and winked back. “Oh, and do feel free to come in through her door and not the window next time, my lord. The others certainly do.”

Edward turned his head and saw another sister, her belly just beginning to show despite her loose black robe. She sobbed and put a hand to her belly, then spotted them watching her and hurried to get out of sight. In the distance, Sister Mary Elizabeth still wept.

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Small hips that make birth harder are great and all, but imagine how big the baby would have to be to make it just as hard on someone with wide hips.

They think labor will be easy for them because of their build, but when it actually happens, they’re crying and screaming as the head is slowly forced through their “birthing hips”. Then, finally, they feel the true size of the head they’re about to stretch around and start seriously regretting their decision to decline a c-section.

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I wish I was tied to your bed and used until I become pregnant and then you watch me struggle to give birth to your huge baby. Only helping me when necessary

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A sub who just wants to have their babies but the Don won’t let them.

The dom subtly reaching under the sub’s skirt to shove the baby back in and ruin any progress the poor thing had made.

After hours of this the sub can’t take it and they end up giving birth in a public bathroom. Bur once the first baby is out, the dom isn’t letting the next one out so easilt

This is so hot. Feeling the intense contractions, having to fight against the urge to push. A hand reaching down to hold the head in while in the car and out in public. How hard it would be to keep from crying out from the pain and pressure when I finally start to crown, I'd want the baby out fast but the head is pressed back in over and over. When I finally get a moment to myself I can't help but push but then I'd be so nervous about others hearing my groaning, it would be so obvious I'm giving birth to anyway walking nearby. Unsure how long I've been gone by the time I finally deliver and my Dom finds me, I'd think it's over but then I'd feel another contraction , the weight of another baby in my pelvis.

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wish i was giving birth right now, a long painful one… while my rapist was fucking my ass raw the whole time, make it the worst experience of my life 🩷🩷

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Watching your pussy lips slowly open and stretch around whatever you’re birthing is undeniably the hottest experience ever. Knowing it’s just going to press more and more as you push, until you’re stretched tight around it in a perfect O. Every time you think it’s at its widest possible point, it just keeps going until you’re screaming and begging get it out of me, it burns.

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imagine a medical school has a deal with the local hospital that, on days where the students need to practice handling certain situations, the students are allowed to use someone from the hospital. imagine you're in labor, and your baby REFUSES to come out - every time you push, or someone pulls it out, it just slips back in. you go to the hospital and are instructed to walk, unassisted, to a room. you wait in that room, crying in pain. and you're given no warning, no choice, before the room is suddenly full of med students. nobody explains to you what's going on, nobody comforts you, nobody even treats you like a person. all eyes are on your hole and the baby lodged inside it. and they all are going to use you to practice pulling a baby out.

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of course i wouldn't let you give birth in a hospital! do you know how much stress and pain they'll inflict on you there? i'm the only one who gets to do that. why would i let some nurse ruin your day when i can do it myself?

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the night i get you pregnant i'll manhandle you and pin you down so that you understand just how much stronger than you i am. that way, nine months later, when i pin you down and make you birth my baby for me, you're already used to being powerless against me while your hole gets destroyed