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Another One Is Coming!!!
Charlotte clutched the metal bars of the wheelchair as she was rolled slowly down the long corridor. The uneasiness was mounting again between her thighs. She was panting rapidly hoping there was a room available in the labor ward on arrival. She could hear the nurse telling her to remain calm but the painful pressure was constantly present. Charlotte didn't know how much longer she could endure the intensity of surges.
Luckily, there was a private room waiting for her. The staff were waiting to prep Charlotte. After a brief examination, it was established she was further along than expected. The head doctor pulled back the sheets and lifted Charlotte's shaking thighs into stirrups. He told the delivery staff that there was no time to move her. She was ready to push and push hard.
"I can feel another one! Please! I need to push!" Charlotte was unsettled against the birthing table as her patience failed her. She needed to get the huge head forward as soon as possible.
The delivery doctor adjusted his mask and secured his gloves as he positioned himself at the end of the table.
"Charlotte, you are ready! The baby is ready. The enormous head is very low and already visible. Another contraction is coming now. I need a gigantic push for this massive crown. Hard pushing, Charlotte! Hard and long!"
Charlotte cried out as the delivery doctor felt for the head. She felt all the pressure explode as the contraction strongly. She pushed without direction. She bore down with loud, long grunting efforts.
"I can feel it! It....is.....so.....big! Ahhhhhhhhhh! IT....IS....SO.....HUGE! I need to.......push! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET IT OUT! OH THE PAIN!"
The immense crown pounded forward with her strenuous efforts. Charlotte could feel the full sensation of the entire crown stretching her so widely. Panting and pushing, she frantically tried to control her efforts. But it was coming so fast!
"IT IS COMING! CANT STOP IT! NEED TO PUSH!"
Charlotte yelled out as the intensity of the contractions slammed into her without mercy. The head doctor ordered all necessary equipment for delivery.
"She is birthing. It is huge but it is coming fast. Prepare all equipment. This baby is coming right now!"
Charlotte's cries filled the private suite for the next half an hour as she grunted and roared wildly as her baby's tremendous head forced her painfully open. Charlotte trembled and pushed with all her strength and determination.
"Another one is coming, Charlotte. Push with all of your strength. There is more crown birthing right now."
"Please.......oh oh oh oh........get it out........oh oh oh oh.......make it come........can't take it............! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NO! GET IT OUT OF ME!"
The crown stretched unnaturally wider at this point as Charlotte howled out the top of her lungs. She thrashed against the pillows and wildly pushed and screamed at the same time......
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! No No No! This is not right! The pain! It hurts! Too much! GET IT OUT! NOW! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The delivery doctor supported the humongous crown as more and more of it slipped downwards and through Charlotte's opening. He nodded and encouraged Charlotte to do whatever the urges needed from her.
"I have the baby! Don't fight the need to push and birth this baby. Don't hold back Charlotte!"
Roaring louder and longer, Charlotte lost all sense of control as her body erupted into an uncontrollable birth routine. She screamed between unbridled pushing exertions. She could feel the entire head filling, pressing and pounding down and through her entrance. The blinding pain was excruciatingly unimaginable.....
"Come on Charlotte! This baby wants to be born! You can do this! This is one colossal sized baby. Keep going! Birthing is painful but it is also rewarding...Keep pushing. If it takes more time, endure and gather your strength. Big babies are the most challenging!"
“You can do it. You’re almost done. One more big push. It’s almost out.”
Three exhausting pushes later, Tracy let out a pitiful scream as the head finally popped out of her bruised opening.
“The head’s out, Tracy! Great job. Now we’ve just gotta get the shoulders out and you’ll be a mommy!” The doctor’s cheerful proclamation was almost drowned out by Tracy’s ragged sobs. After 36 hours of unmedicated labor and almost 2 hours of pushing, she was at the end of her rope.
“You lied, you bitch! You said one more big push and – OOOOWWW, ungh, FUCK, here it cooooooomes again!” Tracy ducked her head to her chest, overhelmed by the urelenting urge to push. Her face was red and her legs were shaking so hard in the stirrups the nurses were having to hold her knees down.
“PULL IT OUT, I’M RIPPING,” the traumatized woman screamed as the baby turned and the wide shoulders spread her far past her limit. There was too much blood to tell but she was right: her brutalized pussy had just given way in a deep, jagged tear almost down to her asshole.
“MY ASS IS TEARING! Help me, Good, please help me. Get it out!!”
The doctor was, in fact, pulling with all her might but, even with the extra room from the ripped flesh, the shoulders were wedged in tight.
“Ok, Tracy, you need to give me one more really big push, honey. We gotta get this baby out. Right now, even if you’re not having a contraction, you gotta PUSH.”
Tracy howled through that push, and the next, and the next. Finally, with the doctor’s hand up to the wrist in her cunt, pulling from the inside, Tracy delivered her 13lb baby with a gush of bloody fluids that set her torn pussy on fire.
Later, her poor genitals stitched and bandaged and still throbbing even through the meds she’d been given, Tracy kept thinking back to the nightmare of her delivery and how many times she’d thought it was almost over.
She decided right then and there she’d never believe anything a doctor said ever again.
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the hottest scenario in birth for me is one where it takes forever for the head to come out. either their hole is too small or not stretched enough but they push and push, trying desperately to escape the heavy pressure of the baby bulging out their hole. but it slides back in every time.
the desperation is sooo hot. theyd do anything to get it out, like switch positions or buck their hips or rock back and forth, beg for it to come out.
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The train lurches and I nearly lose my balance.
I catch myself against the pole with a sharp breath, both hands gripping the cold metal while my belly drags heavily forward beneath the thick pullover I'm wearing. The movement makes my babies shift all at once inside me. Dense rolling pressure under impossibly stretched skin, bodies pressing against bodies, nowhere left for them to go.
I grab the pole hard enough that my wrist aches.
My pullover has ridden up almost to the curve of my navel again.
I yank it down instantly, heart pounding, but the fabric only clings tighter across the enormous shape underneath. There's no disguising it anymore. The sweater outlines everything - the impossible roundness, the stretched-tight mass, even the uneven movements shifting beneath my skin.
I can feel people noticing.
I keep my head down.
Please don't look at me.
Another painful roll moves through my belly. One baby drags heavily across my side while another pushes low enough to make my breath catch. The pressure inside me is unbearable now, packed so tightly that every movement feels trapped beneath my skin.
My whole stomach visibly ripples.
I clamp a hand under my belly, rubbing the sensitive skin under my sweater like I can calm them, calm myself, calm the awful pressure dragging lower and lower inside me.
God, I'm so full.
Too full. Too swollen. Too obvious.
The train windows throw my reflection back at me in dark smears between station lights: flushed face, hunched shoulders, both hands cradling a belly so huge it dominates the rest of my body completely. I look indecent. Like something private exposed under fluorescent lights.
A contraction starts low in my back.
Fuck.
The tightness spreads through my abdomen with brutal force, pulling my stomach hard and high until it becomes almost perfectly round beneath the sweater. I gasp softly and lean into the pole before I can stop myself.
Please not now.
The babies react immediately.
They're squirming inside of me during the contraction, heavy movement trapped inside the rigid tightness of my body. One presses outward so sharply near my ribs that I actually see the bulge through the wool.
Someone nearby notices. I hear the sharp inhale.
Humiliation crashes through me so hard my eyes sting.
I rub my belly faster now, desperate circles beneath the strained underside, trying to ease the crushing downward pressure between my small hips. My legs are trembling. I can feel how low they are now - all that weight pressing into my pelvis with terrifying insistence.
I just need to make it home. I just need to hold them in.
Then suddenly there's a body behind me. A man.
Too close.
Before I can move, a big hand slides around my side and cups the underside of my pulsing belly.
I freeze in horror.
His palm spreads beneath the huge weight almost possessively, fingers pressing deep into the oversensitive underside where I've been rubbing myself raw for weeks trying to relieve the strain.
“Oh wow,” he says quietly behind me. “You're ready to pop, hm? ”
Heat floods my entire face.
I try to pull away instinctively, but another contraction hits at the exact same moment and my body folds helplessly instead, a broken sound escaping my throat.
His hand tightens.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “You're so ripe.”
My belly clenches rock hard beneath both our hands.
The babies shove violently during the contraction, trapped movement rolling visibly across the front of my stomach. My pullover lifts higher again as I arch involuntarily, exposing the full strained curve of my belly to everyone nearby.
I hear someone whisper.
I want to cry.
But the man behind me doesn't move away.
His other hand settles over the front of my aching stomach, broad palm spread over the tightest part like he's testing the firmness of it. Then he starts rubbing slowly downward over the curve while I stand there shaking against the pole, whimpering quietly.
“Easy,” he says near my ear. “Everyone's noticing. ”
I can barely breathe from shame.
His hands are everywhere now - under the belly, across the front, massaging the tight stretched skin while strangers pretend not to stare. My body betrays me completely by responding to the relief. The upward support eases the dragging agony in my back enough that my knees nearly buckle.
“Oh my God,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
He chuckles softly behind me.
“They're really lively.”
And they are.
The babies roll heavily beneath his hands as though reacting to the pressure. One pushes outward in a slow hard sweep across the front of my stomach, visibly distorting the sweater. Another drives down low enough to make me gasp and widen my legs for balance.
I feel overwhelmed. Animalistic. Insane.
The man keeps rubbing my belly like it belongs to him now.
“So round,” he murmurs. “Must be ready to burst.”
The words hit me like a slap.
Because that's exactly how I feel.
My stomach feels stretched beyond endurance, skin tight and aching over too much life packed inside me. Every contraction squeezes the babies downward harder, and every movement inside me feels lower now, heavier, unbearably urgent.
I'm breathing too fast.
The train rocks again and I clutch the pole desperately while his hands continue roaming over the massive curve of my belly in full view of everyone.
I can't hide it anymore.
thinking about the early stages of crowning where the skin is bulging out but only a sliver of the head is visible as the opening adjusts and needs time to open wider and how intense that must feel 🥴 feeling your body bulge out and open slowly with every push, moaning from intense pressure
If she wasn't already packed full of babies, I'd make sure she was after that.
•What size baby would you want me to push out for you?
• would you want me to birth your baby at home or in hospital?
•would you watch the baby coming out?
•would you allow me to use epidural or would you refuse it for me ?
• how long do you want me to crown your babys head?
•would you reach down and feel the baby as baby crowns?
• if baby is too big would you pull your baby out or would you make me push your baby out no matter how long it took?
Message me your answers
A huge belly achingly full of babies, squirming and kicking constantly, making your crowded womb shift and stretch. That's what you need.