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[beardownandgivein]

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Hi! I’m Wicky and I like to write and read erotic birth fiction.

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[imagineyourepregnant]

459.2. request: A man stuck at home during quarantine, is using a telescope to spy on people in a neighboring apartment building. Looking in one window he sees a beautiful woman clearly in labor. Growing more and more aroused, he watches her labor, then struggle to birth her large baby all by herself. Picturing himself getting her pregnant with more babies, helping her birth them.

A Original valiantremnant story

Pre-story notes: This is a bit out of my wheelhouse, but I decided to give it a go from the perspective of someone other than the pregnant woman. That said, I do not condone the behavior of the main character in this story.

Through the Spy Glass

Quarantine does odd things to someone who's bored. Aaron had rearranged his small apartment already. Twice. He was pretty sure if he did it again, his downstairs neighbor might actually put a broom through their ceiling and his floor with how hard they would pound it in protest to the noise. When it had first started, he was alright with the idea, a couple of weeks off, no biggie. But as a couple of weeks turned into a few, which turned into some, which turned into a bunch... Aaron had played every game on his 'to-play' list until his thumbs cramped at the idea of picking up a controller. He'd scoured the internet until he felt like he'd hit the bottom. So, he'd looked up.

His uncle had died shortly before the pandemic had shut the world down, and he'd left Aaron something they had shared, a large, brass telescope. As a child, Aaron had loved watching the stars, but had sadly fallen out of taking time to simply wonder at the heavens and celestial bodies that revealed themselves at night. With a shrug, Aaron brought out the box that held the old device and set it up, pointing it at the sky... only to sigh with disgust. Light pollution. He'd have to drive for hours to get clear of enough of the wash to see much of anything. Sighing, he aimed it down at the sidewalk.

"Heh. Nature reclaims us all, doesn't it?"

Nature in this case, was a fat pigeon waddling and pecking at a bagel that had been set on top of a garbage can rather than in it. Panning the device around, he found a multipurpose building and smiled, pulling out his cellphone and calling a number on it. On the second ring, his friend picked up.

"Hey man, what's up?"

"Rick, you said you worked in that glass building across from mine, right?"

"Uhhh, yeah, sure, why?"

"Stand up, I wanna see where you are."

"What the fuck?"

"Look, remember my uncle died and left me that telescope?"

"What does... oohhh, neat. Ok, hold on."

As Aaron watched, a figure stood up and waved it's arms.

"Hey, I see you."

"Cool. Look, just be careful man. I don't want other people in the building to call the cops about a peeping tom."

"Well, can you even see me from where you are?"

"I guess not."

"So there's no problem then."

"I guess..." Rick trailed off, then swore, "Shit, boss is coming, uh, see you at some point. Y'know, if this ever ends."

Rick hung up, leaving Aaron alone. Aaron sighed too and sat back, looking up at the ceiling. He fell asleep like that after a while, staring at nothing....

With a start, Aaron woke up, and groaned at the lancing pain in his neck from sleeping like that. He rolled his head, cracking the stressed joints and sighed in relief as they popped one by one. Shaking his head, he looked at the time. When he had called his friend, it had been about 7:00 in the evening, now it was 10:00, and much, much darker. He stood up and cracked his back, and was about to head to bed when he noticed that in Rick's building, there was a single light on. Smiling, he took the telescope and swung it until he was aimed right at it. If nothing else, he could peep at what other people were watching.

The building was multi purpose. The bottom ten floors were rented out to various businesses, and the upper ones were fancy apartments with large glass walls that offered sweeping views of the city. The light was on in one of these apartments. He peered around, but didn't see a tv that was on or anything. Just a woman sitting. A very pretty woman. From where he was, through the scope, he could see that she was blonde, had long legs, and was probably tall, but that was hard to gauge given the distance and the fact that she was sitting angled slightly away from him. The other thing he noticed that made him flush, was that she was only wearing a bra as far as he could tell. He was about to step away when he saw her double over. Tilting his head, he wondered what was up.

"Are you alright?" He wondered aloud, and adjusted the telescope, zooming in and adjusting the focus slightly. With a better view, he could see that her face, though pretty, was screwed up in intense pain. She stayed like that for a while, but eventually, and slowly, she straightened back up and stood up, rubbing... "Holy shit... Whoa!" The woman was pregnant. Hugely so. She was rubbing her massively swollen belly as she waddled back and forth in the luxury apartment. Eventually, he was able to break his gaze from her and shake his head clear. It was one thing he had never told anyone. He absolutely loved pregnancy. Every aspect. Every soft, filled out curve filled his dreams. But the one thing that drove him mad more than anything was birth. His watch history was filled with birth vlogs and the like, and some days he found it impossible to finish without hearing and watching a pregnant woman writhing and screaming as her own body fought itself.

He knew this was too good to be true, a hallucination. Aaron walked to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, and splashed his face. His face still damp, he returned to the chair and put his eye back to the scope, and there she was, in all her real, pregnant, and, hopefully, laboring glory. "Oh, you're definitely in labor." Aaron muttered to himself as she leaned over the back of her couch , her hips swaying. He obviously couldn't hear her, but if her locked open jaw and the redness of her face was anything to judge by, she was screaming in agony.

"Now, be a good girl and stay there for me?" He mused, hoping that she would remain in her apartment for this birth. With the world essentially on lockdown, he knew that many women were choosing to have homebirths. Hopefully, this woman was one of them. He watched her sway in place, leaning over the couch for a handful of contractions before she moved on from that position. She sat back in the chair, much to Aaron's disappointment. He couldn't see her when she was sitting there. He couldn't see what she was doing, but her arm was flexing and moving as if she was... "Oh, no way, no WAY!" He clamped his mouth shut. Aaron lived alone, but he figured that it being the middle of the night, he should be quiet. But what he had seen was one of the best things he could have hoped for. Was this unknown laboring woman, masturbating? Was she touching herself to relieve the pain of birth? He looked back through the lens and watched as she kept up her wriggling and shaking before she pulled her hand back up. He was only mildly disappointed that she was already done with that, but then realized she hadn't been masturbating at all! She held up her still dripping hand and held it up to examine. She was checking to see how dilated she was!

"Ooh, okay, now how far are you? Dang, it's hard to tell at this distance." Aaron fantasized about being in the room with the woman, holding her, rubbing her belly, listening to her moans and screams, smelling the thick scents of labor... But, here he was, a full block away, just watching. Her fingers were spread pretty far apart though, so there was a good chance she was pretty far dilated, if not all the way. But probably not as the woman flopped her head back, looking exhausted and exasperated. Aaron shook his head. "Oh come on, you can do it, women do this every day."

It was as if she heard him. She stood up and began pacing again, leaning back over the couch, but now, she did something else too. She would, with one hand supporting her by holding the couch, and the other hand pressed under her belly, she would lower herself into a deep squat, and she would slowly, clearly with a lot of effort, raise herself up again. Aaron watched her move and wait out her cervix for the next hour. Over the course of that hour, he had seen no one come or go from the apartment, not a partner, not a midwife, not even a pet. She was, as far as he could tell , completely alone while she labored. Surely she should have called for someone by now? If she wasn't fully dilated, she had to be close? Was she going to give birth alone? Mostly unseen? She stopped her moving and squatting and returned to the chair, checking herself again. This time, she seemed more relieved by the results, and moved to the floor.

The floor, Aaron could see, had been covered by a plastic sheet that shone in the lights of the city, which had towels strewn on top of it. They might have been laid out neatly earlier, but they had been mussed up by her pacing and squatting. She squatted again now, both hands rubbing her belly as she closed her eyes in preparation. After a minute, her belly tensed, and Aaron could see her gritting her teeth in effort, her face turning red and shaking from the effort. "Ooh, purple pushing, nice," Aaron said watching her. He was no doctor, but the amount of birth vlogs and labor stories he had watched had given him quite a wealth of knowledge to draw upon for this... private show. He knew that pushing the way she was wasn't going to be very effective. She was holding all the tension in her face, clenching too hard, and probably holding her breath. Smiling, he knew he was in for a long pushing phase.

Or rather, she was. It only took five contractions before her squatting position proved to be too tiring for her. She was semi-reclined now, still red faced and now she seemed to be constantly panting as she waited for contractions. "Oh, you're not doing yourself any favors, are you," Aaron muttered, enjoying the show. She seemed frustrated, possibly crying between contractions. Panting, she tensed up and curled around herself to push, but Aaron could see that it wasn't going to be any more successful from her last few attempts. Her legs were too close together, she was still holding the tension in her face, and he knew that while it might be more restful to be reclined like that, pushing on your back was actually a hinderance to birth. One more contraction on her back, and the woman seemed to realize this too, as she began the lumbering process of turning onto her side and getting her hands and knees under herself. Her ass and pussy pointed straight at Aaron, he watched as she rocked back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

From behind, Aaron could only tell when the woman was having a contraction because she would either stop rocking, or at the very least slow down. His telescope was focused well enough that he could see fluid dripping from her vagina, but that was the only thing that did. It wasn't even bulging yet. He looked over his shoulder at the clock on the back of his stove. It was already 2:30, meaning that she had been pushing for about three hours now, with nothing to show for it. "Man, you are really bad at this," He said to himself, somewhat maliciously. This was shaping up to be much like his favorite birth vlogs, minus the sound of course. The mothers in those videos would push and push so hard, so desperately, only for little to no progress to be made. The vlogs where the time spent pushing was measured not by individual contractions or even by minutes, but by hours and hours. Given the complete lack of progress he could see, he assumed and hoped that she would have many more hours of pushing ahead of her.

He could well imagine it, her desperate panting, moaning, screaming and crying, the soft music she was probably playing, and the musty smell of her sweat and birthing fluids. The time was now 3:00 A.M. and he was still watching her, a handful of empty energy drink cans next to his chair. Meanwhile, the woman had eaten nothing, and had only had a few sips of water form a bottle near her. "Don't worry, I'll stay until you're done," Aaron muttered, shifting in his chair. The woman had changed positions twice in the last thirty minutes, rocking back to on her knees and then rolling onto her side, holding one leg up. He could see her belly tense up with every contraction, every push, each as beautifully helpless and useless as the last. "It's like you're not even trying, do you want to give birth or just stay like this forever?" The casual sadism in the comment sent a thrill down his spine as he watched. Aaron could only imagine what a blow to her confidence and energy such a comment would have if she could hear it.

3:30 rolled past. 4:00. 5:00. By 6:00, Aaron could finally see what the woman had possibly been feeling for a while. A small, dark sliver of head was just barely beginning to peep out of her red, swollen vagina. "There we are, just after... six and a half hours? Damn, you are really bad at this, and it's not even out yet." Aaron had hardly moved from his position since he had found the laboring woman. She on the other hand had been changing positions constantly, she had squatted again, stood up, laid back, knelt over the chair, and many more besides, but now, she was back to hands and knees. As she stopped pushing, the dark sliver of the end receded back into her vagina. He watched one of her hands flap behind her to desperately feel around her opening, but she slammed it back to the ground in front of her as she began to push again. He watch a swell of pressure seemingly roll down her tailbone as the head began it's emergence once again, the dark sliver appearing again, but again retreating once she stopped pushing.

Aaron found himself torn between rooting for her or hoping it would take longer as the war to get the baby's head out raged in the apartment. For nearly an additional thirty minutes she fought like a mad thing to get the head out, having now stood up and was leaning over the back of the chair, reach under and around her heaving belly to pull at her lips to try to make more room before the head started to stay down between pushes. The contractions must have been nearly constant now, as the head was going up and down, up and down without pause for most of that time. Her legs were stuck wide open by now, the head preventing her from moving them closed as she tried to move around, possibly to squat, or anything, but she seemed stuck, her back heaving with unheard sobs. He began to wish he was in the apartment, rubbing her back, holding her belly, possibly even helping her move to a more comfortable position while she birthed this baby.

But, he could only watch as her sobs paused while the next inevitable contraction forced her to push, her legs training to keep her upright as the head bulged out more and more... "That has to be full crown now, that's massive!" Aaron gasped to himself as he beheld the strain of her pussy. The head was huge, covered in hair and stretching the woman out considerably. The fact that she hadn't torn was incredible, and probably due to how long it had been taking her to get this far. But now it was just sitting there. Based on how the woman's belly was shaking and how the head was wiggling, she was probably sobbing from the pain. Aaron watched as she reached around to press a few fingers to her clit as she pushed again, but with no progress resulting from her effort. "This is no time to be quitting now, come on..." Aaron commented as he watched, Aware of light beginning to return to the sky.

"Well, that's not ideal." Aaron was only able to afford this apartment because the glare from the very building he was watching would reflect directly into every unit on this side of apartment complex. It was an inconvenience until about mid-morning, but it made it affordable. But today, it was more than inconvenient. It would completely prevent Aaron from watching further until damn near 11:00.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on..." Aaron urged, "You gotta finish in the next... 30 minutes." The woman, who obviously couldn't hear Aaron, did nothing to speed things up, just holding a hand to her clit and giving, in Aaron's opinion, fairly pathetic, little grunts of pushes rather than the full bore effort that would be needed to pop the head free. She gave another push, her head flopping back after as she sobbed inaudibly from a block away. Pressing her hand a bit more firmly to her clit, she rallied herself and pushed again, this time putting a little more effort into it. The head moved slightly, but not much.

Finally, as the glare was beginning to cut the show short, the head burst free with a gush of fluid, and the woman widened her stance, seemingly finally able to move her legs again, and she lumbered her way back down to the floor, getting to her knees, then rolling to her back, her spread legs exposing herself perfectly to Aaron. She reached around her body to hook her hands under her knees and hauled them back, curling up over her still heaving belly and pushing, one last time...

And with a release that Aaron felt in his own pants, the baby burst out with a second spray of fluid onto the floor of the woman's apartment. Aaron shut his curtain as he bent over himself, the post nut bliss temporarily wiping his mind blank. Groaning, he slowly stood up, wincing as his joints popped with the effort. "Well... I guess that was the greatest thing I'll ever see in my life."

[thatdude159]

"Intimate unassisted birth"

This is a story written by someone on hidden-desires that I like and wanna preserve.

I TAKE ZERO CREDIT FOR THIS STORY, enjoy!

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I let out a slow breath as the contraction passed, running my hands over my nine-month-pregnant, soon to be deflated stomach. Leaning back against the plush pillows of the bed, I let my legs fall apart, my heels connected in front of me with my hands coming to rest on my knees. “That one wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just getting used to them.” I tell my husband, Liam, smiling weakly. He chuckles a bit and squeezes my calf. “Yeah, you’ve only been at this for nearly ten hours now. I bet your body just thinks they’re like a hiccup or something. Want a back massage?” “A hiccup that feels like someone with an abnormally large hand is squeezing my uterus in their fist,” I correct with a little smile, then nodded gratefully. “That sounds great. Can you check me again too? I must have progressed some in the past hour.” “I think you just want to be fingered.” “Maybe that too.” Liam chuckled and leaned in, kissing my lips soundly. I decided before the pregnancy was even confirmed that I wanted a unassisted homebirth with Liam. Of course our midwife is on speed dial just in case, but all I want is to push this baby into Liam’s hands and share the moment only with him. I let him know early on that this was the route I was planning to take, and he has been more supportive than I could’ve ever dreamed, from providing for my midnight cravings to keeping me comfortable in labor far better than most husbands. I feel Liam’s hand trail up my inner thigh as his lips wander to my neck. I immediately melt under his touch as he spreads my lower lips with one hand and massages my clitoris with two fingers of the other. Truthfully, I had just wanted him to check my cervix, but in no way am I complaining. My stomach visibly tightens with the beginning of a contraction and Liam stops his teasing, instead resting his hands on my thighs. I quickly shake my head. “No, no. Don’t you dare stop.” Liam quickly returns to my pussy, running his fingers over my slick lips, teasing me. The contraction builds and I find some relief in rolling my hips, increasing the friction of his fingers against my most sensitive area. “Fuck!” I find myself groaning, both out of pleasure and pain from the pressure in my abdomen. The contraction soon ebbs, but Liam’s fingers continue to stroke and massage me. I feel myself coming apart as he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger. Arching my back, I clench my muscles and buck my hips involuntarily as my orgasm erupts within me. I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily. “That was quick.” Liam chuckles as I try to get my breathing under control. “You have very talented fingers,” I smirk and brush some hair out of my face. “Now really, check me, please.” I softly gasp in discomfort as my husband gently slips two fingers into my overstimulated sex. His other hand pushes down on my full stomach with a bit of pressure, feeling the position of our baby. “You’re really opening, babe. Not much longer now.” “Ugh, can you give me a number? I’m getting a bit tired of this.” I feel myself whining but for good reason. Ten hours! Liam’s fingers move inside me. “I’d say about seven centimeters. How about that massage now?” I’m a little disappointed because I had been stuck at six centimeters for the past three hours. The contractions are so much closer now and I was hoping it was my body working overtime to help me dilate. Liam senses this and removes his fingers, gently patting my inner thigh. With a hint of a disappointed sigh, I maneuver myself out of bed and stand on the side of it, resting my upper body on my elbows, digging them into the soft bed comforter. Liam stands behind me and applies firm pressure to my lower back. I moan contentedly, but it’s cut short by another contraction. Breathing deeply and stiffening under Liam’s hands, I lean my head down on the bed and let out a low groan. Sensing my discomfort, Liam digs the heels of his hands into my lower back, the counter pressure feeling heavenly. He continues his pressure until the contraction ends and I let out a heavy breath. “Did that help any?” he asks, moving his hands to massage my shoulders and neck. “Yeah, it did,” I still feel uncomfortable, though, and pull off the t-shirt of Liam’s that’s the only article of clothing I’ve been wearing since a labored in the bath four hours ago. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head and am surprised by how much the small acts increased my comfort level even slightly. Liam continues massaging my lower back through a few more contractions, until I get tired of standing and decide I want back in bed. By this point, the contractions are getting more and more intense, my belly tightening and squeezing extremely uncomfortably with every one. They’re also coming more frequently, and I both welcome and am nervous at the thought that I will be pushing soon. I am resting on my knees with my hands pressing into the pillows of our bed. A contraction starts to build and I begin to rock my hips in circles, searching for relief from the pressure building in my pelvis. “That’s good, babe. Bring our baby down.” Liam is behind me, applying pressure to my back and soft kisses to my shoulder. During the height of the contraction, I feel the overwhelming urge to push. I’m surprised and know I shouldn’t, that I’m not dilated enough, but I bear down with a groan. “I’m pushing!” I announce. “Oh no, no, no!” Liam objects, his hand flying to my vagina and sliding two fingers in. “You’re not open enough, babe, and your water hasn’t even broken yet.” “Doesn’t matter! Gotta push!” The feeling is primal and I can’t stop it. I’m feeling so much pressure that I think I will die from the relief I get from pushing. The contraction ends but the pressure remains and I bite my lip, gripping the headboard of the bed. “You cannot push, honey. You’re not dilated enough and you’ll swell. You know this.” “I know that I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and I need to push!” I insist through gritted teeth. The baby feels like a bowling ball deep in my hips. I know I’m not ready, but the pressure I feel is absolutely unbearable. Somewhere in my subconscious I’m telling myself not to push, but the pressure is impossibly strong. I change positions, lying on my back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. Another contraction starts to build and I grip Liam’s arm, squeezing and primally growling, my eyes rolling back in my head. I have to push. I have to do it now. “Please, Liam. There’s no fucking way I cannot push. It’s coming.” “No.” he says simply. “It’s not your choice!” I’m gritting my teeth, everything in my power going towards not pushing. “Liam, please. The baby is coming.” I feel his fingers inside me and let out a low breath. “Liam, please, tell me I can push. Say something. I need to push! I need to push, really! I have to push!” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t express how badly my body wants to force this baby out. “Sweetie, we have a big baby in here and you’re only dilated to eight centimeters at most. If you want your unassisted birth, you cannot push.” All I feel is his fingers inside me and the insane pressure in my hips. Suddenly, I feel a gush of warm water shoot out of me, sighing as some of the pressure is relieved. “There goes the water.” Liam says, quickly going to our bathroom and grabbing a hand towel. He gently dries my thighs and sex, dries his hands, and situates the towel under my butt. “Feel any better?” “A bit. I could push though. There’s still a little bit of the urge.” “Well let’s wait a bit. I don’t want to risk anything.” I huff and roll onto my side, squeezing my knees together so I wouldn’t be tempted to push. Liam strokes my hip and presses a kiss to my head. “Not much longer now, love.” “Still too long.” Another contraction grips my abdomen and I grip Liam’s arm tightly. My face screws up into a clenched frown and I squeeze my thighs together, irrationally feeling that the baby would shoot out if not. Panting as it passes, I roll back onto my back and spread my knees, giving my husband a nonverbal cue to check my cervix. He slides a few fingers deeply into my vagina, kissing my knee in an attempt to soothe any discomfort. His face lights up as he moves deeper into me. “Our baby has so much hair.” Despite the discomfort, I smile weakly and then genuinely when he slides his fingers back out. He felt our baby in the flesh for the first time and I’ve never seen someone as excited. He kisses my lips and rests his forehead against mine, a sweet moment that turns sour soon with the arrival of another contraction. I breathe heavily, both hands on my rock hard stomach, biting my lip and praying that it will be over soon. The pressure returns and I resist the urge to bear down. “How far along was I?” I ask after the contraction passes, trying to regain control of my breathing. “Still around eight. I’ll let you know when you can start pushing, babe.” “I think I know when I should push, and that’s now.” “No.” I groan, “I can’t do this!” “You can, baby. You’re so fucking close,” he tells me, pressing a kiss into my belly. “You’ll be pushing in no time. Which reminds me, we should probably do one last stretching.” “Ooh, fun,” I say sarcastically. With it being our first baby and an unassisted birth, tearing has been a worry of ours. Over the course of the third trimester, per suggestion of our midwife, Liam has been stretching my vagina and perineum to prepare for delivery. It’s not the most comfortable process, but he’s gentle, and I know it’s helping me in the long run. Liam smirks and grabs the bottle of coconut oil that stays on our bedside table. Massaging some onto his fingers and nudging my knees open, he easily slides two fingers of both hands into my vagina. I suck in a breath of discomfort. “Sorry, beautiful. It’s your fault for being so tight.” he jokes, slowly and gently stretching my vaginal opening apart with his hands. He massages the oil into the skin of my perineum with his thumbs and pushes open my vaginal walls. To heighten my discomfort, another contraction arrives and I quickly snap my knees shut. “No, stay open. Relax and let everything stretch and soften.” Liam says as he nudges my knees apart again. He pushes two fingers deep inside me and probes at my cervix. “Liam, I’m so uncomfortable! Can’t you stretch my cervix around the head?” “I don’t want to risk anything, baby,” he insists, but continues to probe inside me. “I think with the next contraction the head will be passing through your cervix anyway. I can feel it poking out.” Although the news is good, I still feel an urge to push now, not with the next contraction. Liam continues prepping my opening and leans in for a kiss. “Really, not much longer now, babe. You’ve almost made it.” I mentally decide to push no matter what on my next contraction. There is a burning deep in my hips, and I know it’s my baby’s head pushing through my cervix. It’s painful, but I’m tired and ready to be done. The next contraction arrives and I bear down, groaning primally. “Go ahead and push, baby. Push my fingers out.” Liam is still probing around in my hole (He just loves it in there!) and I manage to grit, “I already am!” through my teeth. I feel incredible relief from pushing, but I don’t feel the baby move. The contraction passes but I continue to push, desperately wanting to progress. “Wait for the contraction to push. You don’t want to tire yourself out, sweetie.” Liam kisses my stomach and moves his fingers inside me. “If you’re feeling any burning, it’s because the head is pushing through your cervix.” I nod. “Almost there, alright?” He smiles at me and swipes his thumb over my clitoris. I gasp and playfully hit his chest. I settle my knees far apart, feeling the need to make room for a bowling ball coming out of me. Liam strokes my inner thighs as we await the next contraction. When it comes and builds, I nearly scream. The pressure to push is so intense and the burning in my hips so painful that I can’t react. After a moment, I bear down, subconsciously hearing Liam counting and feeling fingers inside me, presumably stretching my cervix around the head. The burning in my hips moves to my vagina and I throw my head back in pain. “The head is right inside you! You got it past your cervix!” The words don’t register; I just continue to push even though the contraction has faded, going against Liam’s earlier warning. The baby is slowly moving down my birth canal, and I feel its every move. “It’s right here, babe. Our baby is right inside you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be able to see it.” That reminded me, “Get the mirror, please,” Liam ran to the bathroom and grabbed the small mirror we purchased specifically for this moment. He held it up. “Nothing to see yet, but trust me. He’s right inside you.” “He?” I chuckle lightly, then pant a bit, “And yeah, I know. Trust me. I can feel him. Or her,” A contraction started rippling through my stomach and I bore down again. Liam held up the mirror and I saw my labia remain tightly closed, but a telltale bulge was forming behind them. I held the push until the contraction ended and rested my hands on my stomach, trying to even my breathing. “Want to feel it?” I nod and reach my hands down, one parting my labia and one slowly inserting two fingers into my opening. I don’t have to go to far before I feel a hard, slimy mass inside me. I grin and let my fingers rest there as I feel another contraction. I bear down, simultaneously pushing my moist vaginal walls back around the head of my baby. The head is large and only moves slightly, but I’m proud of my progress. I bear down hard again after the contraction subsides. “Babe, just rest between contractions.” Liam suggests as I grunt and bear down hard. I breathe for a moment, but another contraction comes before I can truly rest. I push hard and start to feel burning again, this time much worse and in a different place than earlier. Liam holds the mirror up with one hand and gently parts my labia with the other. I feel the baby moving toward my opening but still can’t see. The contraction ends and I lean back against the pillows. “Beautiful, babe. This baby is coming down so fast. It’ll be crowning so soon.” “I don’t want it to crown. It burns enough already.” I whine and push some hair out of my face. The contractions are basically on top of one another, and I push again with the next one. Looking in the mirror, my labia are still tightly closed, but I can definitely feel my baby close to the opening. Liam parts my labia and I catch a glimpse of a dime-size amount of wet, black hair. He grins from ear to ear and uses his fingers to hold my lips open. “Look at that!” He says excitedly. “Look, babe!” I pant and let the push go, and the baby slides back up my birth canal slightly. I groan in frustration. “You knew that would happen, honey. Keep pushing and it’ll stay out.” I listen to his advice and start pushing again right as my next contraction arrives. There is a fire in my vagina and I scream out as I see the head part my folds. Liam rests the mirror against his leg, freeing his hands to help stretch me. I see more of the head poking out, but can’t see past my pain to be proud of it. I bear down hard and my opening takes a teardrop shape. The stretch makes me scream loudly. “God, please, no more!” I’m screaming and it’s unimaginable how I’ll get this whole baby out. I let go of the push but Liam holds my lips open and the baby stays right at my opening. There’s so much burning and pressure and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Liam lovingly pats my thigh. “Push again when you’re ready, love.” I take a breath and push down, screeching as I feel the burning increase. I look down, not in the mirror but over my belly, and see my labia bulging out significantly. All I can do is bear down and scream as the head descends slowly. The baby is large; at our last midwife appointment we were told to expect at least a nine pounder, and I’m convinced the head alone weighs nine pounds at this point. I glance in the mirror at myself bulging and stretching and feel accomplished, but the baby isn’t even crowning yet and it’s already almost impossible for me to bear the pain. My uterus contracts and I push, my inflamed slit stretching the farthest yet. I don’t back down as the contraction ebbs, and I soon feel the excruciating pain of crowning. The top of the baby’s head wedges itself right between my lips, stretching them taut and wide. I feel spasms of pain zip through my whole body as I’m split apart, and I screech and quickly snap my legs shut, in turn pushing the baby back inside me. “No, no, no! Babe, no!” Liam nearly yells, frantically grabbing my knees and pushing them back open. I fight with him to keep them closed, to grant the baby no passage, but his strong arms force them open and push them back. He firmly keeps my thighs apart during my next contraction and push. “Splitting apart!” I insist as I push, fighting against my husband’s hands in a desperate attempt to squeeze my legs together and salvage my burning slit. I soon realize I am fighting a losing battle and give all my energy to bearing down, which leads to the even more painful full crown of the baby’s head. The head sits in my opening, out to the middle of the baby’s forehead. Liam quickly grabs the oil from the nightstand, lubricates his hands, and presses a hand on either side of the baby’s head. He rubs the oil on the tight skin of my vagina and applies counter pressure to my perineum. “Give me some small pushes, babe.” My legs are shaking from the pain and exertion as I grab behind my knees and give a small push with a small grunt. I do this for a while until the baby is out to its eyes, at which point I shriek and plead with Liam not to let me tear. “You’re not going to tear. I’m giving you some counter pressure on your perineum.” His hands are strong and warm against my perineum and it’s a bit soothing. He oils me again, and I’m so slick with oil that I’m convinced the baby will just slip out. Oil is dripping down from my labia into my ass. I push again and he places his other hand firmly against my upper vulva, resting right on my clit. My hips buck a bit at the contact. “Not now!” I whine. “Do you want to tear here?” He’s applying counter pressure as I push and I moan from the overstimulation. “I want this huge thing out of me.” “Then push.” His thumbs carefully push my labia back around the head and I moan in protest. Then I’m pushing and feeling the baby’s nose and mouth against my inner walls right before the entire head emerges. A rush of fluid splashes out behind the huge head and my body spasms in shock, my lips tightening around the baby’s neck. Liam reaches inside me to check for the cord, then guides my hand down to our baby’s head. I see in the mirror that the head is huge and covered in curly dark hair. I bring my other hand down and cup the head as I push to birth the shoulders and body. I give three hearty pushes to no avail. After the third, Liam brushes my hands away so he can grip the head and gently tug. The pressure in my hips is almost unbearable. “Stuck!” I cry out, wriggling my hips.. “Alright, big baby and small pelvis. We were expecting this.” Liam says, pushing a finger into me by the baby’s shoulder. I cry out as my hole is so sore, but I know that he desperately needs to get the baby out. He adjusts the baby slightly, removes his finger, and pushes my legs back by my feet. “Push. Hard,” He instructs me and I do as he says, anything to relieve the pressure in me. “Grab your ankles and pull back. We need you wide open.” I moan and obey, bearing down as hard as possible. Liam grips our baby’s head and pulls, really pulls, tugging the head back and forth to free the baby. I’m exhausted and in so much pain that my vision starts to fade out. “Please pull it out! PLEASE! Pull it out of me!” I hear myself begging and screaming but to no avail. “Liam, get this out, please!” He tugs hard, freeing a shoulder and then the second. I look in the mirror and see my vagina stretched obscenely around the baby’s stomach. I am still screaming and pleading with him to pull it out of me that I don’t realize when the entire baby slides out. My vagina is still spasming painfully and I’m rambling something like “Oh god, you pulled it out. You got it out of me. So much pain,” as he sets the baby on my chest. “Say hello to our little boy.”

[heretek-birth]

want to sit in your lap while you baby me through every contraction, want to cry into your chest while rub my swollen pregnant pussy against your thigh, i don’t know what’s happening but the urge to push is taking over me, want to tell you, whine that it feels weird daddy, somethings coming out-! would you ask me, so sweetly, if i’m pushing? would you scold me, ask me- did daddy tell you you could do that? would you help me push or do you think i look cute holding back?

-🐶

Mmmmmh, yes, I'd love to hold you on my lap while you labor, to press your head against my chest and whisper encouragement in your ear as I work you through the contractions one by one. I'd keep you in the dark about *everything* that's going on - about why your stomach has been getting bigger and bigger, why you've been having all these cramps in your belly, why you've been feeling all this pressure and what you can do to stop it. I'll just hold you on my lap, rubbing my hands on your belly and helping you rock your hips against me as the contractions come one after the other. "Therrrrrre you go, baby. Are you pushing now? Is it too much for you?" I can feel your body stiffening against mine - I know what the answer is, but I want to hear you say it. Maybe you'll be good and admit it, or, maybe, you'll just stubbornly shake your head. "No, baby, we can't be doing that." I'll tip your face up towards mine, let my eyes meet yours. "I know it's hard, but I want you to hold back for me, okay?" I'll help guide your hips to move a little more against me. "Thaaaaaaat's it, baby, just pant through it. Just pant through it for me, there you go." I can feel your body struggling to hold back as you feel something *huge* and *heavy* moving down inside your hips, see tears leaking from your eyes as you fight so hard to be good for me. "Perfect, perrrrrrrrrfect, just grind on my thigh, baby." I'll pull your head close to me again, let your tears soak into my shirt. "Just keep panting and grinding alllllll that pressure away, just pant and grind, baby." As the contraction ends, I'll slow your movement down a little to help you relax against me, run my fingers through your hair, whisper softly in your ear how well you're doing, how you're being so, *so* good holding back for this long. Then, for the next contraction, we'll do it all again. And the next one. And the next. And the next. You'll feel that pressure come and go, again and again, as that huge mass moves slowly, sloooooowly down inside you, until you can feel it just starting to press against your lips. And it'll stay there, no matter how much you squirm and pant and moan, no matter how many contractions you struggle your way through, as I keep you firmly in place on my thigh, as you hold your own baby inside you in search of comfort from me. It won't last forever, of course. There'll be time, eventually, for me to help spread your legs wide open, to count down from ten while you bear down with all your might, for you feel yourself burn and stretch and burn some more as you open up, bit by bit, for the head of our baby. But, not right now. Right now, I want to keep you just like this, to hear you panting and moaning and whimpering against my chest, to help you press the head inside again each time you grind your hips, to keep you just like this, moaning and panting and so *unbearably* adorable while you're stuck in labor, just a little bit longer.

[birthenjoyer]

Need someone to play with my sopping wet pussy while I try to push their baby out. Gentle fingers around my hole and firm pressure on my perineum, thumbs on either side pulling my lips apart in an attempt to get a glimpse of the head that should surely be making an appearance soon… rhythmic strokes on my clit during a good hard push, rewarding me for the effort as the baby enters the birth canal. Whispering words of encouragement as my lips start to bulge and finally a teardrop appears. A palm cupped over the entirety of my pussy to hold them in for just a little while longer so the two of us can selfishly bask in the sight and feeling of that perfect fullness.

[vikyysblog]

🥰😍🥰😍

[pushing-curse]

If you still take birth story prompts -- Vocal transboy strapped into stirrups, epidural not working, screaming and panicking and describing every part of pushing his massive, sunny-side-up surprise twins into the world.

"Aaaauugghhh!"

Rase's screams tore through the air as he writhed on the bed, trying to wriggle away from the pain in his hips. But the way his legs were propped up made it hard to get very far. His hands white-knuckled the railings, trying to ease the pain somehow.

The contractions were almost non-stop, barely any breathing time between - not that he'd use it, too focused on the pressure growing in his hips. The pressure he wasn't supposed to be feeling, at least not this bad. But the epidural had failed, labor progressing too quick for it to kick in properly. And now he was in agony, his daughter spreading his hips, contraction by painful contraction.

"She's gonna break me! My hips are gonna fuckin shatter!" He writhed again, twisting on the paper thin mattress, breathing quick. "I can't! Get her out, I can't do it!"

The doctor between his legs looked over his belly, meeting his panicked gaze. "You can, and you will. She's already engaged with your hips, she just needs you to push." He shook his head quickly, jaw set as he succumbed to the urge to push anyway.

He screamed, hips jerking up as his daughter moved, stretching his canal around her head. Nurses quickly moved, holding his hips to the bed, keeping him from needlessly twisting about. "She's coming! Oh fuck, she's coming, she's in between my legs!" He babbles between shaky breaths, before taking a deep breath to push.

Five, six, seven screaming pushes later, his pussy was starting to bulge, hinting at the size of the head behind it. Another four and his screams took on a different tone, the head just starting to peek through.

"Her head! Oh fuck, she's starting to stretch me ouuuut!" His back arched as he pushed, feeling his lips spread, little by little. "I can't! She's too big, she's gonna rip me apart!" He shakes his head, thighs trembling around the little teardrop between them.

The doctor gently massages the shape, each pass gently pulling the skin back more around the head. "Push, push through the pain! She's not gonna rip you, you just need to push!" He does as instructed, legs quivering as he threw all his strength into it. Once again, he screams as his pussy is stretched wider.

"It hurts too much, my pussy's on fire, I'm gonna tear!" His hands grab behind his knees, pulling himself up to curl heavily around his belly as he screamed. His nails raked lines into his skin, pain negligible to that between his legs as he pushed his daughter to a full crown.

He felt the doctor's hands cupping over the head, lightly pressing against it to keep it from emerging too quickly. He panted harshly, wordless screams accompanying the next few pushes as he worked to push her head free of his body.

"Why does it hurt so bad?!" He cried, his baby out to her ears. The doctor glanced at the baby, before looking up at Rase.

"She's posterior, facing upwards toward your belly, it causes a more painful delivery." He groans loudly, head falling back on the pillows behind him.

"Get her ouuut, I can't do it!" He whines, hips shifting as the next contraction bands around his belly, forcing his daughter further out of him as he bears down. He screams as he pushes again, the head popping free of him with a rush of fluid. Rase pants heavily, belly heaving with each breath.

"Holy shit!" His hand comes off his knee, shakily reaching down around his belly to feel the head hanging from him. The doctor gently places his hand on his daughter's head, and he lets out a sob. "Oh, oh gods, that's my daughter..."

"That is, that's your daughter!" He sobs softly, keeping a hand on her head as she turns, facing the inside of his thigh.

"Alright, big breath, and push! Let's get her shoulders out so you can hold her." Rase takes a deep breath, curling into his thighs as he pushes, feeling the shoulders push at his hole. His other hand grips the railing tight, jaw slack as he screams, one shoulder squeezing free of his body.

His belly heaves as he pants, legs shaking with the pain radiating from between them. A deep breath, and he bears down again, screeching as the second shoulder pops free, before the body rushes free, leaving him panting in relief. "Oh, ohh gods..." The doctor puts his daughter on his sore belly, calling time of birth and working on suctioning her airway free.

Rase's hands move, cupping his daughter close as she starts to wail. The nurses let his legs free from the stirrups, his body shaking as he recovers from the birth. He tilts his head, looking at his daughter, sniffling as she cries against his belly. "H-Hey, hey baby... Hey, my little Abilene..."

Moments pass, medical staff flurrying around as he nursed Abilene, watching her lovingly. She's taken to be weighed and measured, tests done before swaddled and returned.

Contractions restart for him to pass the afterbirth, but steadily grow stronger until he's writhing in pain again. The doctor calls for an ultrasound, and Rase freezes when he hears the words from her mouth.

"There's a twin!"

He shakes his head quickly, groaning with the next contraction as the twin settles in place, weighing heavily in his hips again. "I can't! I can't do it again, it hurts so much! My pussy hurts too much right now, I can't give birth again!" The nurses prop his legs back in the stirrups, stopping his writhing as he starts to bear down.

"I can't, get it out! I can't do it, they're bigger than she was! I can't, get them out of me!" He pleads, belly heaving as he breathes before pushing, feeling the baby slowly move through him. "It hurts! Hurts worse than Abi, hurts too bad!"

He continues screaming babbles as he pushes, his surprise baby slowly slipping through his canal until it starts to bulge at his hole, pushing it away from his body yet remaining firmly closed over the head. His legs shake even between pushes, head lax against the pillow.

"My hips! They're breaking my hips, they're too big! They're gonna fucking tear me open!" He cries, pushing so the head peeks out just a little. The next push stretches him more, lips made more malleable by Abilene's passing, yet still too taut to let the bigger baby slip free easy. One hand moves, carefully cupping over his hole, feeling how much was showing, letting out a soft whine as he feels how little progress had been made yet.

"I'm never gonna get them out, they're too big, they're gonna rip me!" He screams, hand quickly moving to pull at the railings of the bed as he pushes, voice pitching up as the head pushes through more, stretching him more. He felt the doctor's hands cupping over the head, lightly pressing against the bulge.

"Push, get them crowning! You're almost there!" Rase roars, pushing hard against the baby in his hips, screeching as the head fully crowns between his thighs. "Breathe! Breathe, or they will tear you, let your body stretch with the head." He lets out a loud, keening whine, panting as his hands rest on his sore belly. His head turns, looking to the bassinet set up nearby, Abi fast asleep inside. One nurse was working on setting up another for the one forcing their way from his body.

"Needa push, let me push! Please, they're too big, it hurts so bad, let me push please!" He felt the doctor press against the head a little more, keeping it in place as he writhed.

"Breathe. You can't push, don't push. Let your body work them out on its own." He groaned, feeling his belly contract, pressing the baby out slowly. He could feel each feature on their face as they pushed through, screaming as he continued to stretch more.

"My clit's gonna rip, they're gonna tear my clit apart!" He screams, blowing through his lips forcefully as he ignored the urge to push that grew with each passing moment.

"They're posterior again, you're not going to rip, as long as you keep breathing. Breathe your baby out," the doctor coaches, looking up at him over his belly. "Pant, blow, scream, whatever you need, but do not push. Not until the head is out." Rase lets out a huff of air, hands moving to hold his belly again.

It contracts under his hand, forcing the baby down and out, pussy flexing around the head and each facial feature of his baby. His back arches, jaw set against the pain as he presses his head into the pillow. "Get it ouuut! Get it out, I can't, it hurts so bad, let me push, I wanna push, wanna be done, it hurts so much! My pussy's ripping, it's so much!" He pauses for breath, panting some before returning to his babbling, groaning as the head pushes through before popping free, causing him to let out a gasping cry.

"Do you want to feel this one?" The doctor asks, cupping the massive head as the baby starts to turn. Rase shakes his head, looking down over his belly.

"No, want them out!" The doctor nods a little, looking at the head in her hands.

"Alright, push on the next contraction, okay? Get their shoulders out and you'll be done, okay?" He nods quickly, excitedly, ready to be done with the burning stretch in his pussy. He breathes, feeling the shoulders slot perfectly into his hips, and he takes a breath, preparing to push on the building contraction.

"Mhhnnn-aaauuuuuugghhhh!" He cries, body shuddering as he pushes, feeling his body stretch slowly around one shoulder before he pauses for breath, hands flailing to grip behind his knees, yanking them back as he prepares to push on the next contraction.

"Get it out, it huuuuurts! They're ripping me apart!" He screams, panting before pushing again on the contraction, screeching as the second shoulder stretches free of his body. "My clit, my pussy, it burns, they're gonna rip me wide open, make it stop!" He yells, giving one last hefty push before the baby slips free, leaving him panting heavily, body lax against the bed.

"A boy!" The doctor exclaims before resting the baby on his chest, working his airways much like they had for Abi. His hands shake as he cups them over the baby's body, feeling a blanket lain over the two of them as he sobs openly.

[donotpush]

Daily vlog

CW: mpreg, sort of magic pregnancy, birth denial, car birth

"So..." Adam smiled, holding the camera over his head, to get his best angle. "Are we filming Baby #3 birth?"

Adam asked, turning to look at his wife, and at the camera again with another smile without waiting for Alissa’s reply.

His hand traveled to spank Alisa's tight, bare belly, leaving the mark of his palm over the sensitive skin and making her groan slightly. Adam nodded enthusiastically before talking to the camera again. "Of course we are! What do you think, huh? It's a tradition at this point, right, honey?"

Alisa took a deep breath, putting herself together before looking at the camera and giving her best smile. She had been up since 5 am this morning, with a crying baby hanging from her hip and a sick toddler throwing up all day long, and honestly, the last thing she wanted to do right now was to expose herself to the camera.

But Adam insisted. How could they let their followers down without a daily vlog today?

He couldn't, and he was gonna post that vlog. Of course, who wouldn't have the energy to produce, film, edit, and post a vlog when you wake up at 10 am and do exclusively nothing all day?

Alisa knew that it was their job, that the moment they signed up for the influencer life, their whole purpose (and not like she was complaining, there were moms out there that had real jobs and still had to deal with way worse than her) but she did expect some empathy from her husband.

She was about to pop, literally, this baby out. Everything was crazy, from her hormones to the altered routine in the house, but as always, Adam was blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded their lives right now.

“So, there you go” Adam winked at the camera, “Actually, our next blog will probably be Baby’s #3 birth, right honey?”

Yes, it was gonna be another birth vlog. This morning when she looked at herself in the mirror, Alissa realized that her stomach had dropped, tight and bloated past her hips, the taut skin stretching to its limits today seemed like it was about to burst.

So, yes, the next video on their channel Alissa was almost 100% sure it was gonna be a birth vlog.

“...maybe.”

She really wished that this time they could’ve done something a bit more… conventional. Private, away from all the cameras and views. With their last baby, Adam had the fucking camera in her face the whole process. From the moment she woke up to contractions to the moment she popped out the kid in the birthing tub. This time, she wasn’t in the mood for all that, no matter how many views it would give them.

Adam went on, ranting about something and talking about their sponsor they got earlier in the month, a really bad marketing job for a really bad product, but Alisa didn’t hear him because Ryatt was getting something she shouldn’t have inside her mouth. The blonde groaned as she clumsily tried to kneel down, reaching over her huge stomach to take the toy out of the baby’s sticky hand.

“Adam, help me here” she breathed, pointing to the baby with her hand.

Adam gave her a look, and outside of the camera frame, signaled her to wait. He talked about another one of their sponsors, said goodbye to their subscribers and their classic outro line (family always first, and y’all are family) to their subscribers, and just then walked over to help her after he turned the camera off.

“God, fuck…!” she groaned, holding onto her stomach as she struggled to stand up straight.

“Language” Adam raised an eyebrow, pointing at Ryatt with his head.

“Bullspit, I’m so darn over with this”, pointing to herself, Alisa looked down at her gravid stomach. “I’m so fucking done. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me and… And I told you I would prefer to keep his birth private, Adam”

The tone wasn’t stern or accusative, just done— deep down, Alisa knew her husband was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. Little choice she had.

“I know, I know…” Adam shrugged, his eyebrows raising and his mouth scrunching up.

He knew, of course, he did, but to be honest, he didn’t care enough. His wife was being dramatic as if she hadn’t gone over with this two times already. But he knew that he had to add something to fill the silence that followed, he always did have something to say.

“If I could, babe, I would carry our baby for you” he sighed dramatically, turning around and away from his wife. “Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now, honey…”

His words were left hanging in the air as Adam disappeared into the hallway to the kitchen, ready to grab a beer and sit down on the couch to relax for a while before getting to edit.

Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now.

Alisa stared at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen. His nice legs and his toned arms, his perfect back and she couldn’t see the six-pack, but it was there. Because Adam didn’t have to carry two kids, to gain weight and to lose weight, to lose his six-pack or to see his whole body change in a matter of months.

It wasn't him who had to endure the contractions, the labor, or the long hospital nights while waiting to be able to spread his legs open and push.

He didn’t wish he could be pregnant. Oh, but Alisa did.

***

Alisa made breakfast, did laundry, got through the morning with two kids under 5 and all while dealing with those awful cramps that kept interrupting her. They weren't contractions, she knew those pretty well, but they were the foreword of a long story.

Adam? He edited their latest video and went to take a nap on the couch.

Without opening his eyes, Adam let out a small groan and tilted his head to hide his face against one of the cushions. Something had interrupted his sleep, but he didn’t hear Ryatt's cries or Bobby playing loudly somewhere in the house, nor his wife complaining about something.

So he did what everyone would do, he didn’t even bother fully opening his eyes and tried to go fall back into a deep slumber.

But something was off. His head was feeling dizzy and his whole body was… acting funny. An overall feeling of being sick, something he ate, probably.

He shifted, moving his hips to turn to his side, and he frowned when he felt something in his stomach move. With a groan, the hand that rested between his thighs slid off from there to move to his abs, rubbing the soft spot trying to ease whatever was grumbling inside his tummy.

Soft, a bit harder if he pressed down. But it didn’t have to be soft, he hit the gym 6 days a week and had washboard abs, he was the envy of all the suburban dads in their neighborhood. Suddenly, his stomach fussed again, and this time it came accompanied by a cold free of air brushing against his skin, making him shiver.

Half asleep, fighting to pull a strand of consciousness and get himself up fully, Adam’s features turned into a confused grimace as his mind finished coming back to this reality. When he finally opened his blue eyes, covering his face with his hands to dismiss the headache that the sunlight from the windows gave him, he immediately knew something wasn’t right.

His free hand was still rubbing over his stomach, and it was still… It was round. Round and firm, the protuberance that rested under the palm of his hand.

“What…?” Adam mumbled, confusion slowly taking over his sleepiness and pulling him back to reality.

He was wide awake now, his body and mind alert. When he looked down at himself, the scream of horror that left his lips almost deafened him, leaving his eardrums ringing loudly and his heart hammering against his chest.

It felt cold. The cold breeze brushing against his skin because his white shirt was now all lifted over to his chest, exposing his warm skin to the air. His shirt was lifted because where it was supposed to be a flat, toned stomach, now there was a fat, round belly, nothing like what he had ever seen before.

He must have eaten something bad, something that made him bloat and just feel weird overall, but bloat like this?

In front of him, his stomach wasn't just bloated, it felt tight and hot at the touch and the skin was itchy, stretched to the limit in what seemed to be the few hours he was asleep. His abs were gone, and now a gravid mount of flesh sat there, huge and tender.

From confusion, Adam's mind raced to fear, because there was no logical or reasonable explanation to any of this. If it was something he ate, then it was something that made him terribly wrong and he probably should head to the doctor ASAP.

But, deep down, Adam knew it wasn't something he ate. Under a thinning layer of denial, he knew.

His chest wrenched with his agitated breaths, and Adam tried to lift himself up from the couch. He failed, not used to the weight that he carried now on his middle (God, he was heavier now) and the only thing he could do was to lay there for a few seconds, staring down.

At his belly.

He felt like he needed to puke when unexpectedly something inside him squirmed.

He closed his eyes tightly to avoid nausea rising up in his throat, and the deprivation of one of his senses seemed to whip up the other ones. He could feel how hot the skin that covered his now rounded stomach was, how hot his body was, how heavy he felt and how something was squirming inside him.

His left hand moved over his stomach, right under his left rib, and he swallowed. As soon as his hand pressed down against the tense flesh, another tiny hand pressed back from the inside.

"Fuck, fuck fuck..." gripping at the couch's back, a loud moan escaped from his lips as he curled his fingers around the fabric above the couch, holding onto it desperately, lifting himself up.

It was, to say at least, weird to carry himself around now. The few seconds that he ran, well, more like waddled, towards the bathroom were something. So this was what it was like?

The image in the mirror proved what Adam already knew.

I wish I could be pregnant.

He stared at his reflection, turning to the side to let his eyes travel from the top of his head to his middle, then turned to his other side and to the front again. His hand moved to rest on top of his stomach as if he needed another confirmation that it was there and it was real.

He thought about it for a moment, before he pinched the tight skin of his belly. He hoped he would wake up, there was a small part of him that still hoped this was just a bad dream and his mind was doing some crazy tricks while his real body was still asleep on the couch. But he was awake.

The waistband of his sweatpants moved down a centimeter. He looked down, his eyes wide open as he witnessed right in front of him how his stomach swelled, the skin extended and shifting as his stomach grew in size.

***

The front door opened, and Bobby rushed in, throwing his frog backpack next to the door before Alisa followed him with Ryatt clinging to her hip. Adam made his way to her as quickly as he could.

“Oh! Mommy, look!” Bobby shouted as soon as he saw him, his little finger pointing to Adam’s gravid stomach. “Daddy has Little brother now! Look!”

But Adam couldn't even stop to look at him, because he could only focus on the fact that where Alisa was supposed to have a nine-month overdue belly, there was just a flat stomach. Fuck.

They stood in front of each other, Alisa looked at him, then down at his belly, and then up at him again.

“Well, I guess wishes do come true, honey!” The tone was so cheerful that it made Adam’s blood boil.

Probably…his hormones messing with him? As if that was the least of his problems. A cramp took over him, painful enough to bring a frown to his face and make him rub the side of his belly.

“We need to go to the hospital!”

“Why the rush?”

A dark spot started to spread all over Adam’s grey sweatpants as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of him.

“My…your…my water just broke!”

“You need to change, and we need to take the kids to my mom’s house…”

“Why are you so calm?”

“Relax, honey” she sighed “I have done this two times already! It’s gonna be just fine. You have to change, go get the hospital bag, oh, and of course get the camera!”

“We are not… fuck… filming this” he breathed, gripping the table next to him when another sharp pain took over him.

“What do you mean?” Alisa frowned as she picked up Bobby's backpack again “It's a tradition at this point. Of course, we're filming. It’s going to be a hit.”

Besides the fact that all of this escaped all logic and reason, there was a tangible reality. Something that was happening right here, right now, and it was the fact that Adam was in labor. Didn't matter how much he tried to deny what was going on, to say he was still dreaming, because the pains that were shooting through his middle, contracting the muscles and making him whine felt very real and were happening, quicker and faster every minute.

He took a deep breath, moving his hand under his belly to lift it slightly, hoping to ease the pain or the pressure that was starting to build up on his hips, but it didn’t work. He wasn't sure how much time he had before it got actually serious, but he did know that after his water broke, it was little.

**

“Turn that off…” Adam titled the camera that rested on the car seat cup holder away, his free hand flying to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Oh, fuck…”

Alisa tilted the camera back to its original position. Her husband shifted on the passenger's seats, his both hands now busy rubbing the contracting bump that rested between his open thighs.

Well, at least now he knew that contractions were more painful than a kick in the balls.

“Oh, oh, ah!” He cried out, his body tightening up, and a low groan leaving him as he leaned forward pressing his palms against the dashboard and panting heavily. “Fuck, I need you to… ugh… I need you to drive faster, honey.”

“Babe, I’m going as fast as I can,” Alisa replied, looking at him through the corner of her eye. “Just breathe, okay?”

Looking outside the window, Adam tried to find a distraction. Anything, really, that made him not think about the increasing pressure that was building between his legs and about how low the baby was.

He shifted in his seat, his hips swinging back and front trying to find a spot that didn't make him feel so miserable. Placing a hand on the side of the seat and another on the grab handle, Adam leaned forward and spread his legs as another loud grunt escaped his lips, his eyes closing tight and his breath picking up again when another tight contraction hit him.

He tried breathing, in and out just as he would tell Alisa to do, but it wasn’t doing shit.

The heavy weight on his hips and pelvis was getting closer and closer to coming out. Adam didn’t want it to come out. At least not here, in the fucking car in the middle of the road.

“We’re five minutes away from the hospital” Alisa reassured, her hand patting his tense thigh. “Just breathe”

“I don’t… ughn, fuck! I don’t know if I can… oh… hold it in that much longer” Adam panted, moving to unclasp the seatbelt that now pressed uncomfortably against his stomach. “Fuck, there’s pressure. It feels like… I have to push!”

“How do you even know that you have to push?” Stopping at a red light, Alissa raised both eyebrows before tilting to face him.

“Because it’s coming out!” Adam cried, moving back on his seat to prop up both feet against the dashboard, throwing his head back as he moaned.

“Just breathe. We’re almost there”

Just breathe. We’re almost there. The words were an echo, and Adam was sure that he said those exact phrases before, before the births of their two kids, in this exact same car. But he didn’t realize how useless, how annoying having someone repeating just calm down was.

God, fuck, he wondered how Alissa didn’t just slap him those times. If anyone was going to tell him to calm the fuck down again, he was going to kill someone.

His murder instincts were quickly dismissed when he closed his eyes, his hands moving to slide under his belly and lifting it slightly, as if it could help to ease the pressure on his pelvis. With a cry, he shifted forward, now moving his hands to slide under his thighs, lifting his hips from the car seat.

It was coming. Now. And out.

He could feel his own body pushing against his wishes, and the more he tried to avoid it, the worse it was, the baby helpless making its way down his pelvis and towards his hole. It felt as if at the first bump Alisa hit on the road the baby would just pop out of him.

He didn’t notice when he pushed back in the seat, breathing heavily through his nose as he pressed himself down against the seat, trying to prevent anything from coming out.

But it was useless because his commitment lasted little when his brain was overwhelmed by the urge to just allow his body to do what it had to do. To push.

The baby’s head was right there. Adam’s hand slid between his legs, the palm of his hand pressing against his bulging hole, the head sitting behind his entrance and almost ready to start crowning. Almost out of him.

“…fuck!” he writhed, gritting his teeth as he kicked against the car floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The fingers of his free hand gripped at the grab handle, knuckles turning white, and his other hand was busy pressing against his hole, trying to keep the head from coming any further. It was useless because the head was still pushing its way down, out of him on its own.

He could feel the bulge against his palm, growing ever so slowly as Alissa pressed her foot on the pedals. Adam threw his head back, closing his eyes shut and trying to focus on his breath. The same advice he always gave: breathe.

His chest rose slowly as he inhaled, then shakily exhaled through his closed lips. It should be fine, he just had to breathe —in and out and counting to five— focus on remaining calm, and he could just make it to the hospital. They were just a few minutes away, all he had to do was… push.

“Oh, fuck, it’s coming!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air, his hips shifting forwards and to the seat edge. “Honey, Alissa, it’s right there”

Alissa tilted her head, looking away from the road for a brief moment to face her husband. She found herself contemplating an image that, deep down in her stomach, in a very hidden spot and a very small dose, made her happy: she got exactly what she wanted. Her husband going through all of the wonderful miracles of birth.

Adam panted, the tense orb his stomach had become contracting and tensing in front of him, his hands gripping at the taunt red skin, furiously trying to relieve the pain or the pressure, his body almost shaking by the urge of pushing the baby that was starting to crown. His face was red and sweaty, hands and all of his body straining and tense.

Alissa, rightfully, stopped at a red light, a bunch of cars passing in front of them.

“Don’t stop, fuck, it’s…!” Adam shouted, but then his words became a muffled groan as he gritted his teeth, pushing his chin to his chest. “I can’t hold it in, I’m pushing!”

Even against his wishes, his body was pushing. Adam found himself trying to hold the baby in, to not give in to the urge, but his body was pushing. His stomach contracted and he found himself tensing, chin to chest, and gripping at the grab handle as he pushed. He counted to three and pushed again when another cramp took over him.

“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling the head stretching him open, making its way out. Adam reached with a free hand to press his hand over his wet, birth-fluid-stained shorts, only to feel the start of a bulge in his pants.

The pressure of the head right about to crown was hell. It only made him want to push to get over it, to push more to get the head to a full crown and get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but god fuck he didn’t want to give birth to this baby in the car.

“It’s crowning, the head’s-... nhgn, what am I supposed to do!?” it was more a whimper than a question, and Adam found himself kicking in the air, biting his lower lips until he almost drew blood. “Shit, shit, shit…! Ughn!”

“I don’t know!” Alissa stepped on the gas and accelerated. “Don’t push! Just… wait! We’re almost there, just five minutes away from the hospital.”

Adam nodded, then shook his head, both hands moving to cup the underside of his belly, trying to relieve the pressure that was weighing him down. It didn’t work, and he found himself trying to contain a moan when another contraction rippled through his body, a gush of amniotic fluid rushing from between his legs and dripping to the car floor.

His hips jerked frantically as he rocked forth and back slightly, trying to find any angle that was comfortable for him to keep this baby in, but it was terribly useless because, with every movement of his body, the baby's head seemed to come closer and closer to a full crown.

“Ughn…!” he moaned, his fingers gracelessly trying to slide under the hem of his pants in order to pull them down. The baby was coming. “Fuck, it’s coming, I’m pushing….!”

His finger’s ministrations were interrupted when he interrupted when another contraction took over him, all of his focus on pushing. He gripped the sides of his belly, leaving white marks on the red skin, as he closed his eyes and whimpered.

“Oh, oh– it’s out, the head’s out!”

It wasn’t necessary for him to say it out loud because Alissa’s attention was dangerously divided between looking at the road and staring down between her husband's legs. His pants were dark and wet, stained by amniotic fluid, and the baby’s head bulged out of them almost obscenely -–god, it was huge—, only contained from coming further by the fabric of the pants.

“Fuck— I need to push, I need to push, I’m pushing!” he moaned, throwing his head back against the car seat and jerking his hips forward, his hands desperately trying to undo his shorts. “Ughn…the…mhgm…pants! Help me!”

“I can’t, hands at 9 and 3!”

With a loud whimper, Adam finally managed to pull his shorts down enough to allow the baby’s head to pop out of him free, a gush of fluid dampening his seat as the head dangled between his legs. His body shook at the feeling of the head stretching him open on its biggest point, and then the relief when it was finally out. Alissa stared in horror as her husband held the baby’s head in hand with one hand between his legs.

Alissa reached a hand to help Adam slide his pants down more, his body contorting as he pulled forward, pushing his hips towards the free space of whatever was left in the car. Now with his pants to his ankles, his body tensed once again, and he squirmed on his seat as he focused on the next contraction that rippled through his body.

“...fuck, nhgn!” his face became red as his feet kicked the car floor, kicking and screaming as he pushed. “Nhgn!”

With his next push, the baby’s body almost came shooting out of him. He screamed in pain as he felt the body coming out of him, the shoulders being even worse than the head. But before he could realize, it was over. A second later he heard a heavy cry, and the newborn resting against his chest.

His body slumped against the seat. He looked outside the windows, seeing the well known entrance of the hospital as Alissa parked the car, parking it at the nearest spot available. Before unclasping her seatbelt, Alissa reached to grab the videocamera. Adam stared at it before he spoke.

"You filmed it, right?”

[snowkissedmonsters]

A necessary reminder!!

[imagineyourepregnant]

grodyzone here filling prompt 164.5.  which could not BE more up my alley: ‘A gay couple is expecting, and it’s the night of the full moon. Coincidently the pregnant man is a werewolf and goes into labour, so his husband has to help him through both his werewolf transformation and the birth of their baby.’

~

“Hey, Brian?” Ned called.

Brian looked across the room to where his husband was frowning at his laptop. Ned’s graphic design job meant he could settle in easily for family leave, but as his due date crept closer, he’d found it impossible to focus. Brian turned the TV down, softening the even tones of their feel-good background binge-watch to fuzzy mumbling.

“Yeah?”

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Tales of Fecundia - Murky Waters

An old original RP story collab between Adelle and I, transcribed into a novel format! Peony artwork is kindly provided by her and Cedric by Wellc. Enjoy! P.S - Haven't heard anything from her since but I hope she's doing alright as well!

Beads of sweat trickling down his forehead as Cedric tossed in his sleep. His heart pounded like the relentless march of drums, its rhythm echoing through the vast chamber of his regal bedroom. The remnants of a haunting dream clung to his consciousness, refusing to release their grip on his troubled mind.

As the moon cast an ethereal glow through the tall, arched windows, Cedric swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rose, his bare feet pressing against the cool stone floor. The castle was unusually quiet, the silence thick and oppressive. He donned a robe and grasped a flickering candlestick, its flame dancing like a lone sentinel in the darkness.

With each step, the chill of the hallway seeped into Cedric's bones. The oil paintings that adorned the stone walls appeared eerily lifelike, their subjects' gazes following his every move. The tapestries hung like ghostly specters, their vibrant hues fading into pale shadows under the moon's touch.

His footsteps reverberated through the corridor, but there was no response, no signs of life. The castle, once bustling with activity, now felt hollow and abandoned. Unease tightened its grip around Cedric's throat, the weight of his responsibilities bearing down upon him.

He turned a corner, his breath catching in his throat as he stumbled upon an open doorway. Intrigued yet apprehensive, he stepped inside and found himself in the castle's grand ballroom. The vast space stretched out before him like an ocean of emptiness. Moonlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting fragmented patterns of color upon the polished marble floor.

Cedric advanced hesitantly, his steps cautious, his senses heightened. He called out, his voice echoing through the cavernous room, but there was no reply, only the haunting sound of his own words drifting into nothingness. His heart hammered louder, drowning out the silence as he pressed on.

Then his eye caught something from afar - to the end of the hallway. The figure at the end of the passageway paused. Around her the night seemed to caress her arms and twine about her legs. The moonlight through the halls suddenly spun of glass was captured in the waterfall of dark hair that tumbled down her back, settling on her head as if a crown spun from starlight. 

She began to turn, and as she did the castle turned with her. The heady scent of a wildflower field in full bloom filled the hallway, with notes of bright citrus lingering just beneath. The floor shifted for her, the walls twisted so that the delicate woman needn't lift so much as the toe of her shoe. The moonlight caught in her hair tumbled over her arms, clad in the simple linen of a servant woman's tunic, and the broom she ever so gently brushed along the floor. 

And then she turned to lift her face to the sky, to admire that which clothed her so grandly, and the magnificent swell of her womb beneath her gown was revealed. So tight against the linen, it was settled low and heavy between her hips as she released the broom and moved forward. Her gaze had yet to leave the heavens, had yet to _see_ him, although she moved in his direction as though on one end of a length of unbending steel. 

The floral scent grew stronger the closer she moved. Every step was no more, no less, than the whisper of a summer's wind. Heat followed in her wake, bringing a sheen of sweat to her brow and throat that had her skin fairly glowing. 

"Cedric," she murmured, with lips that did not move. 

Still she had not turned her face to him. He had yet to see the color of her eyes, the generous mouth that smiled so sweetly to the moon, the rise of her sharp cheeks or the slope of her jaw, just begging to be kissed. 

The woman finally stood before him and lowered her gaze, just as she lifted her hands to her low, waiting belly. Silence entombed them as she smiled, a smile that was his and only his, always ever his... Until her eyes widened. 

And her waters rushed from between her legs. It felt like a feverish haze that Cedric could not fully comprehend as he laid eyes on a woman he has not seen before. The aura of mystery surrounding her casting an unexplainable charm on the Twin King. His body and mind sang wildly for this fecund woman, compelling Cedric to give in to his urges and follow her willingly. He couldn't even feel the weight of his feet, his mind seemingly floating into this hypnotic trance of a passionate call - her bodily call.

"Cedric-"

Her voice alone instilled a primally intense reaction from the Twin King, feeling his chest threatening to burst with desire and longing as he walked up to her like a moth flying into the light. Cedric had neither seen nor recognized this woman, and yet she invoked such strong impulses he could not reject or ignore.

But just as Cedric was close to reaching out and beholding her Mellidone-imbued figure, he stopped just as she took a moment to feel her life-filled swollenness. The impression of motherly expression paralyzing Cedric with shared joy and delight, causing his thoughts to wander - was she carrying his seed?

"Who are y-"

His question would be quelled by the sudden gush of life's water spurted forth, and Cedric felt all reality slowed as his mind narrowed to this moment. Cedric's eyes are widening as well. 

"Lady, your waters!" exclaims Cedric.

The woman's expression grew more pained. The generous swell of her womb tightened with the visible contractions of beginning labor, and it seemed as if the very walls echoed her body. The hallway narrowed, and moonlight sank further into her hair as she groaned and began to pace. Every step she took brought her no peace. She moaned and sighed, rubbing her pale hands over her gown as the fabric itself shifted beneath her palms. Linen thinned to gossamer. The ining of cotton ribbon at her throat twisted into spiderweb-fine lace. 

And sound returned without warning. 

Suddenly the castle sounded as full of people as a coronation. Music and laughter filtered toward them from the ballroom, and echoing down the halls were the unmistakable sounds of the court. Through it all, weaving into the tapestry that was this place, the dark-haired woman before him panted and moaned, contracting fiercely as the child within settled low, so blessedly low, into her slender hips. 

"He's coming," she whimpered. "Ooh, Cedric..." The woman clutched her middle and panted before lifting her gaze and smiling. "He's so heavy...so big and strong..." Suddenly she let out a cry. "Nnngh! Haa...haa...I can feel him. H-he's ready..." Ever so slowly she lowered herself to the dazzling tile, positioning herself propped back on her elbows just over the mirror of a puddle at her feet. Fluid still trickled from between her legs, and the scent of flowers grew ever stronger. 

When another contraction gripped her she let her head fall back, exposing the fine, pale line of her throat. The moonlight shines behind her head as a halo. "Nnngah! Hoo..hoo...nnngh!"

The woman's labored groans and moans distracted Cedric's curiosity on her identity.  His mind and senses urging the Twin King to respond to this situation immediately.  His heart pulsed wildly from the exhilaration of this imminent delivery taking place, and causes Cedric to kneel himself. Mixed signals of arousal beckoning him to come closer.

"He's coming...Ooh, Cedric...He's so heavy...so big and strong..."

Her soft, vulnerable voice stirred Cedric so. Her words pleasing to the Twin King's ears as she spoke the very desire he craved so desperately.  A strong, robust heir...challenging the very women Cedric would sire. Goosebumps arose beneath his limbs, as Cedric reached out with his two arms for the hem of Peony's life-filled body. 

He rides the edge of her skirt, bringing it up all the way to her equally blessed bosoms. For to admire and behold a mother of this fecundity...is to admire the very swell that sheltered his sired life-

Even if none of this may be real.

Slowly, Cedric peers as he exposes her frame, revealing-

-long, pale legs that seem to glow with the same moonlight trapped within her hair lead toward her heaving womb. She spreads her thighs for him and leans back farther, giving him a full and unbroken view of her slick, swollen labia. The woman groans, her legs trembling, as another contraction fastens like a steel drum around her middle. With a cry she gives fully into the urge to push. 

The child within moves, ever so slowly, toward the world that waits for it. 

"He is for you," she gasps, bearing down with a strength that hardly seems to match her body. She's built to bear his child, built to bear his heir. Again and again she groans and heaves, the sides of her belly contracting and squeezing and forcing the child to move further through her birth canal, rounding her mon pubis with the sheer size of its head. 

Her legs tremble as she gasps for breath, the presentation mirrored in the puddle between her legs. 

"Declare you want him," She bears down, her sex reddening with the effort. "Claim your son."

Cedric: A rush of stimulated blood flushed through the Twin King's head. Reddened ears as his eyes tasted the sweet, shivering imagery of the laboring woman before him. He could already feel a growing mild discomfort that pulsed between his legs. His facial expression wincing slightly as he gazed upon her further. 

"He is for you."

Cedric acknowledges with a firm nod, pulling his hands back and observing this mysterious beautiful maiden birthing in his presence. His chest heaves with a restrained heaviness each breath, wondering how long he can keep his primal senses at bay until gushing forth.   Her groans, her motion of straining, delighted Cedric. Even as he too, strains to compose himself. His eyes widened as they looked on between her thighs; heart gathering quickening pulse. That is quite a large head.

"Declare you want him, claim your son."

Cedric does not answer, instead suddenly reaching out with both hands. His joined  index and pointer fingers acting like hooks, as Cedric pushes apart her reddened inner and outer labia. He spreads them wide for him to see.

"Then let me see him." answers Cedric. "Show me."

The moment his broad fingers touched her skin the woman jolted, as though taken briefly by the throes of pleasure. Toes curling against the tile, body shaking and belly heaving, the woman presenting herself wholly to her King let out a cry and _heaved_ as he commanded. The castle itself again heaved with her, the walls closing in so that it fell away in its entirety. 

There was only the woman. Only the babe being forced out between her thighs, its head straining against her swollen lips as she panted and groaned. Sweat slicked her hair to her flushed cheeks and shoulders. It pooled around them both, the long waves catching the facets of light that somehow cradled the two. 

"Hnngh!" She bore down, her chin brought fully to her chest, as she drew her knees to either side of her massive belly and strained. And then...starlight. Through the teardrop forming between her legs, a silver tuft of hair peeked out from her body before it briefly withdrew. 

The woman gasped. "Declare it! Declare he will be yours!"

What birthing prowess...to give into a motherly form like this so intimately and openly...

The Twin King could feel his body surge with the rush of lustful blood coursing through his veins as he gazed between her legs in rapt awe. His hooked fingers keeping her womanly petals opened, and eyes transfixed to the moment straining forth. Mind had disregarded all distractions around him, not even caring to notice the shifting environment as the castle faded inward into oblivion. Cedric looks on, captivated as the delivery unfolded before him.

He could even feel subtle arousal between his own legs as his lower body teased with the lump pushing against his trousers. Cedric winces slightly in discomfort, disregarding his own body's pleasured reaction.

"That's it..." encourages Cedric. His irises focus on one area between Peony's quivering thighs. He held his breath, feeling his own hands shake ever so slightly from the welling excitement within him.

"Hnngh!"

"That's it! You're getting there!" cheers on Cedric, spreading out the woman's outer labias even more, testing the mother's vaginal elasticity as he does so. Sweat starts to drip down the sides of his face as the heat of his body intensified. The woman was making progress, and Cedric could clearly see it.

"Declare it! Declare he will be yours!"

"By Mellidone's bosom, he shall!" answers back, his resolve definitive. "Now push again, harder!"

Suddenly, Cedric feels himself pulled away from her, thrown in a feeling of weightlessness, his mind blurry as he's tossed around back and forth until-

He stands by a dimly lit throne room, on the steps leading up to the throne. A long red carpet flows down, to which Cedric walks up. 

He could hear, moaning from a distance, voice soft, calling out to him...

Cedric runs up in eager haste. The light making itself known, shining upon what seems to be an elegant birthing throne.

The Twin King gazes, seeing Peony's sweat slicked body trembling upon the dais. Seated in Cedric's throne, legs thrown wide over either arm of the ruler's seat, she gazed down upon him as she drew in another shallow breath. His court surrounded them, faceless and yet watching with rapt attention. Still clothed in nothing more than a gossamer fine chemise, the woman shifted her aching hips as her womb squeezed. The moonlight settled more solidly atop her ink-dark hair, wreathing her head in a crown of silver. 

Not unlike that between her shuddering thighs. The child's head moved steadily to crowning as she panted, and only when he was once again close enough to touch did she bear down. With a loud wail to the otherwise still throne room she pushed, grunting and heaving until the head of his heir finally emerged in a rush of fluids. 

"Take him," she moaned, and gripped her knees to keep her legs spread wide. "Take your son!" 

With another determined push her swollen lips stretched wide around the healthy, large shoulders. "Nnngh! Nnarggh!" With one last cry and a gasp, the child slipped free of her body, directly onto the seat of the throne. She let out a giddy, exhausted laugh and gulped in air, as all around them the faceless court erupted into applause, and the silver-haired boy she'd borne stared up at his father. The Twin walked slowly as he examined his surroundings, looking to each side of the court walls where the people stood. Memory  foggy as he struggles to comprehend the meaning of all these things. A flashback to the past of the Fecundian kings, or a glimpse into the future that is his own, or that of another's? Nonetheless, her labored breaths drew the king closer, stepping up from the last steps of the stairs as he stood atop a high throne above.

Cedric walks closely to the nameless woman birthing before him, feeling nothing but an unexplainable sense of pride and admiration for her. He watches on, quietly observing the scene run its course, his approval known by his firm nod to finish nature's first cycle of life. Her loud wails signals the moment of labor's third stage, as the head gushes out in messy fashion.

Cedric claps three times.

"Take him, take your son!"

Cedric kneels down in front of the woman's buttocks spread before him, choosing this time to let the woman finish her work as he peers at the slick head of his offspring poking out. His expression was calm and lips closed. This is the gateway between life within, and life into the world.

"Nnngh! Nnarggh!"

Cedric's eyes widened as the feeling of fatherhood welled in him, spurring the Twin King to act by reaching out with both hands to hold the drenched newborn in his arms. He looks back at the woman, nodding again with a warm smile, before looking back to his legacy, one of many for his dream of a Fecundian empire.

He takes one good look at the little silver-haired boy, stroking the crying heir's cheek with his index finger, cleaning off the wetness with his fingertips. Then he brings the boy close to his face, performing the final act of acknowledging the heir truly belong to his -

Cedric kissed the little one's forehead, completing the ritual. He looks back to the woman once more, mouth briefly shifting as he searches for the words to say.

"Well done." She could have wept. Relief briefly filled her expression, the lines of discomfort temporarily smoothed away as she gulped in blessedly cool, fresh air. At Cedric's back was the sound of the court's velvets, silks, jewels and finery rustling as they knelt to behold their new prince. 

Peony's generous mouth lifted to a smile, and one tear snaked its way down her cheek. "Hold fast to him, my King. Hold fast, for he will be yours." She laid her hand over her empty womb and rose smoothly to her feet. 

"You must find me, Cedric. Please," her lower lip trembled and she lifted her hand to caress her child's cheek. His cries quieted when she took a shuddering breath to compose herself. 

When she lifted her gaze to his it was full of desperate hope. "Please bring me our son, Cedric. I am desperate to hold him as you do. My arms yearn for him, and I am so empty..." Her voice echoed out across the suddenly vacant room, courtiers gone and replaced by an uneasy chill in the air. The infant in Cedric's hands again began to cry. 

"Find me. Give me your son!" 

Darkness closed over them both like a wave. 

...and dawn sent fragments of light scattering over the horizon.

There was something in the woman's expression that made Cedric feel overwhelmed with emotions. Emotions of joy, happiness, and inner warmth as he turns around to see the people gathered in court, kneeling down before and the newborn prince.

"Hold fast to him, my King. Hold fast, for he will be yours."

"But I don't understand-" Cedric's eyes widened with surprised as the woman seemingly stood up from the throne, as if the rigors of postpartum had no effect over her recently pregnancy-afflicted body. He stood still as he held the crying babe in his arms, wondering what she was going to do next.

"You must find me, Cedric. Please, please bring me our son, Cedric. I am desperate to hold him as you do. My arms yearn for him, and I am so empty..."

"But who are you?" asks Cedric, briefly aware that he was not in reality. "What does this mean? How is this happening??" 

A strong wind blows around Cedric like a whirlwind, his silver hair flowing with the strong powerful gusts as he feels himself standing in the center of the vortex of air. He could barely make out the woman's figure as her silhouette fades into the swirling walls of clouds. Cedric squints, trying to see through it all.

He closes his eyes.

---

"Gah!"

Cedric sits up with a start in cold sweat, feeling himself hot despite wearing nothing but his undergarments. His heart threatened to burst from the dreamy experience. He looks to the window, dawn approaches.

You must find me, Cedric. Please-

With the woman's voice ringing clearly in his head, Cedric pushes out the covers as he gets out of bed in rapid haste. Trying to recall the hazy recollection of where he met this woman in his dream. He follows instinct, striding through the still empty hallways. Barefoot.

Then, he holds his breath, seeing the familiar turn of the tapestry walls. Peeking from one side… Peony awoke with an agonized groan while it was still too dark to do anything worthwhile. Every inch of her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and the familiar yet phantom ache between her thighs brought tears to her eyes. The lure was set, the trap placed. How many children had she dreamed of for this purpose? How long had her body been empty and her arms wanting? 

"Sister?" Aster's low voice called drowsily from his rooms beyond hers. 

With a wince she rose from the thin mattress that made her bed and moved to change her damp chemise. "It is nothing, brother. Just a dream. Be the lord you pretend so easily and sleep," He said nothing further. And obeyed.

--- 

Standing quietly in the otherwise empty hall, the woman who was considered nothing more than a servant gazes up at one portrait of the Twin Kings. Were his eyes so bright? His hair? Her own is bound back in a tight knot at the nape of her slender neck, and she brushes a loose lock of it behind one ear. The same hand settles on the flat plane of her waist. 

Peony breathes a quiet sigh and resumes her work. 

Motes of dust swirl around her skirt as she sweeps, her gaze falling to the stone floor. It feels like less now, without fulfilling her purpose there. The strange sensation of a half-remembered dream gives her pause. As much as the hollow sensation within her. The woman sniffs and scrubs away the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks. 

"Eventually," she promises herself. "You will bear your child. He will not fade with the light of dawn." Peony shakes her head. "...eventually.

Logic and valid reasoning left Cedric the moment he stepped out of bed; having pushed away all thoughts of doubt in his mind. For as soon as he laid eyes upon her, the Twin King knew in his heart - he was right to act.

There she stood, just like in the dream he was in.

Cedric steps toward her, his flat-footed feet lightly tapping against the marbled floor of the elegant hallway. Heart racing as he realizes he had appeared to her in a messy haste. A rowdy state of appearance. Yet, Cedric didn't care. This mysterious woman...is real.

The Twin King steps closer, letting her know of his presence. Eyes waiting to meet hers.

Without looking to see who it was, Peony dips into an elegant curtsy. Submissive and contrite, graceful but invisible. Her gaze remains on the floor...until it doesn't. She peers up through her lashes at the figure before her and stumbles back one step in shock. The broom falls from her grasp.

"Y-your Grace!" The smell of freesia dances in the air around her, sharp and floral. "I'm so sorry for...for being in your way..." Peony's hands fly to her apron as she fiddles with the hem. 

And oh her body knows him. Knows what it feels like to have his fingers against her skin. Knows what it feels like to be seen. Peony swallows and finally straightens. Looks up to meet his gaze. Smiles The Twin King raises a hand to put the servant at ease. The confusion apparent in his own face as brief doubt revealed itself upon Cedric's mind - was he wrong to have come here? Were the dreams simply what they were - a mere fantasy?

No, this is her. Exactly in my dream.

"That's quite fine, maiden." reassures Cedric, "Pardon my rather crude appearance, but I came here under the impression...that I have been found-"

Their eyes met at last, and Cedric felt his heart set ablaze as they made love to each other's eyes by means of fiery, intense gazes. Did his vision deceive him, or did her smile convey...something else? 

"-wanting." finishes Cedric. Immediately he felt color flushed through his face, overthinking that perhaps, he was wrong. Perhaps, he had embarrassed himself in front of a random servant. A spectacle of ridicule.

.

Peony swallows back the heavy well of emotion thick in her throat. After so many years, after so many careful plans...the moment is at hand. Were Aster here he would likely make a simple introduction, brush her aside and leave Cedric wanting to know more. 

"Your highness, pray, forgive my boldness, but..." Her words are soft and her voice steady as she moves to close the distance between them. If the lure hasn't been taken will he have her jailed? Will he push her aside, and all she's worked towards will be for nothing?

Peony clasps her hands to her chest and does not stop their trembling. Her promised child is so close she can imagine the feel of him in her arms. 

"...were you looking for me, sire?" Her heart is a frantic thing, pounding hard within her chest.

 It felt most unusual for the Twin King to be so anxious in this moment with the maidservant. He was a king, and so why the apprehension and anxiety? As they look into each other's eyes, the silver-haired king starts to hear his own heart throb as he stands in front of her. Her questioning looming heavily upon his mind.

"Your Highness, pray, forgive my boldness, but...were you looking for me, sire?"

Cedric clears his throat and straightens himself up. He wanted to curse at himself for being so passive, his confidence resurfacing. 

"Yes," admits Cedric, sighing in defeat. "Call it foolishness, but I was led here to you in the form of the dream...I wanted to see for myself if the premonition was straight and true." Cedric looks back at Peony, waiting upon her answer. For only she could tell him whether their meeting was fated, or all for naught.

As tears well in her bright, crystalline eyes, Peony takes a steadying breath. Let him think it love. Let him think it whatever he wants. In this moment the relief of everything coming to fruition is almost too much to bear. She lets awe and uncertainty flicker briefly across her expression. There will be no allowing herself weakness after this moment. 

Her purpose stands before her, his silver hair brighter than any portrait or dream could ever envision. 

"It was not my own?" She whispers, and the admission hangs between them both. Peony steps forward, too bold for her status. Too bold for her position in the castle, for the lack of title or lands. The bright scent of freesia twists around her like perfume as it clings to her hair and skin. Every slight movement seems to renew it, and the heady scent of it from their dream is one and the same. 

When she smiles, it is with every ounce of loveliness and joy that she can summon, and it is for him and him alone. 

"It...it will be as you declared? My lord, you found me..."

"It will be as you declared? My lord, you found me..."

The Twin King lets out a short gasp of relief as the feeling washed over him. As if a huge weight had fallen off his shoulders, to know he was not driven mad to the point of insanity. His breathing relaxed as Cedric paces his hurried breaths, putting his own palm against his chest to soothe the thumps.

He looks to the windows, seeing the colors of the night a light dark blue - they were running out of time. For the moment dawn approaches, so will their time be together. For the king had hurried to her without  decency nor preparation, relying on the swiftness of the deed that would soon to follow.

Cedric moves in closer, kissing Peony's forehead before extending his hand, palm up.  Inviting her to put her own hand atop.

"Time is short, take my hand." urges Cedric, the urgency apparent in body language yet the passion remained. "Is it, my King?" Her eyes widen, and she lays her hand in his without further question. She does not care where she's led, or how long. The floral scent that clings to her skin ensnares them both as strong hands, known hands, traverse her slender body. Peony hardly knows what door he leads her through, what hidden place he steals her into, before all she knows is the feel of him. 

Of victory. 

And oh how they keep quiet. Even when it seems impossible, when he's unbound her hair and loosened the ties of her gown, when he's filling her and- 

"Peony," she gasps against his throat. 

She guides his hand to the tender, flushed skin over her womb. Panting, stifling a laugh as his seed finds its place to quicken within her, the woman whispers her name into the otherwise quiet stillness between them. 

"My name is Peony." 

[birthing-babys]

It was the dead of night and the moon shone down onto the church like a crowning baby.

The church was mostly empty except from the panting and moaning of the sin filled priest.

9 months earlier, a demon had taken the willing man and filled him with its seed. And now the priest awaited the very same demon, who had promised to help once it learned of the baby it implanted into his womb, to assist in delivering the child.

He rubbed his swollen stomach and slowly brought his hands together in prayer as he begged God to forgive him for being tempted so easily.

The prayer was cut short as a gripping contraction held him tight and made his water break.

Mid scream the familar, cold yet warm, hands wrapped themselves around the priest.

"Xor?!" The priest grunted out as the demon began to undress him.

"Father William." Xor slyly said, smiling. It held Will's legs apart and planted a kiss onto the pained man's forehead.

Will let out a painful moan as he felt the baby descend down against his will.

Will grunted, "Its coming! Shit it's coming out!" Tears streamed from his eyes as he began to push.

The child continued its decent from his cervix to his unvirgin hole.

Xor watched as the crown grew bigger. It felt proud of his human who was birthing his seed. Gentle, it cupped the slowly approaching head, whispering "push" and "breathe" to the struggling man.

With a large and loud cry, the head came out with a gush of liquid.

A panicked looked flashed over Williams eyes as he began to whimper out, "I'm so sorry! Dear God, I apologise for my sins." He cried out in rapid breaths!

A contraction controlled him to push as he cried out, "I CAN'T DO THIS!"

Xor held the man's hand. "Breath in and out. You are doing so well. Keep pushing!"

Panting, the shoulder slowly slid out ,with a scream, from the now loose hole.

Xor slowly began to wiggle and gently pull the baby from will.

The child came out of William's beaten body and placed onto his chest.

They stayed in the silence of the sobbing baby. Xor broke it by saying, "It's a girl"

[pumpkinbirth]

Can you write some girl is giving birth on her boyfriend. She is sitting in his lap chest to chest, but he’s ways rubbing her bud or caressing her belly. She goes through a long and painful labor. She finally gives birth and immediately bro he the baby to her nipple to drink and her and her boyfriend are still smashed together. Oddly specific and I sorry but I really love this kind of thing.

"I know, baby, I know, but you're doing so well..."

I could only nod, following my boyfriends lead as we breathed in sync, the contraction finally tapering off.

We'd been like this for what felt like the entire day, both of us naked and intertwined as my labor progressed. He'd been so attentive during my pregnancy that it didn't surprise me that he'd be even moreso when I gave birth. Still, I hadn't expected he'd be this hands on, not that it bothered me one bit.

As soon as my contractions started he was right there, talking me through it and gently massaging my belly. When they really started ramping up that was when he suggested our current position. He wanted to see and feel it all, no matter how messy it was or how loud I became.

I murmured gratefully as he massaged his way down my back, focusing lower where the pain mostly sat. "They're really close together...its just so much pressure..." I moaned, nestling my face between his neck and shoulder. I felt him nod before his hands moved to my front.

"What d'you say we distract you a little, hm?" he purred. Both hands moved to cradle the swell of my belly, his thumbs rubbing loving circles into the taut skin. He waited for me to nod before moving one hand further down, quickly finding my clit and rubbing gentle circles on it as well.

"Mnh...!!"

"Another one?"

"N-no...just really sensitive. Please don't stop..." I breathed, rocking my hips against him as he obeyed. Pressure mounted inside me, but I couldn't tell if it was a contraction, or if I was already close to cumming. I focused on chasing the pleasure, my fingertips pressing into his back as I moaned and begged for more, just a little more...!

Before I could even process it I practically screamed into his shoulder, the pressure cresting and pleasure washing over me as I came hard, all while he murmured his approval of what a good girl I was.

"Babe?"

"Mm?"

"Either you're still cumming, or..."

"Or what?" I lifted my head, worry starting to crease my features before he kissed me reassuringly, murmuring excitedly against my lips.

"Or, we just broke your water."

---

"F-fuuuck...! Please, I just wanna push, baby, c'mon..." I pleaded, tears of frustration welling up as he checked me for what felt like the hundredth time. He rubbed a soothing hand on my back while he carefully moved his fingers inside me, the wetness so loud it would've been embarrassing if I wasn't so preoccupied.

"I know you do, I promise you will, but if you do too soon you could really get hurt," he replied softly, and while I knew he was right it didn't stop me from letting out an exhausted sob. "Just a little more, I won't make you wait any longer than you have to."

"Okay..." I breathed, already steeling myself for the next contraction. There were hardly any breaks between them now, and every time without fail I begged for him to let me do what my body was screaming for me to do. I was a mess of sweat and water and the baby wasn't even close to here yet. As the contraction gripped me part of me felt like giving up, just calling an ambulance, or--

"--next one."

"Wh-"

"You can push with the next contraction, baby, you're ready."

Relief washed over me, doing away with all the impending negative thought. Carefully, he helped to lift me just a bit, so that now I was in a deep squat right over his lap. The new position made me realize just how ready I was now, the pressure against my cervix like nothing I'd felt before. My belly hung low between my thighs, and I let out a soft sigh as he ran his hands over the curve once more, holding me reverently. We both felt the tightening of my swell, and my hands grasped his shoulders for support. When it fully came I didn't hesitate for a moment, a guttural moan escaping me as I pushed, hard.

"So good, you're doing amazing," he murmured praises as I dug my nails into his shoulders, only letting up once the contraction had ebbed. It felt so perfect, being this close to him, being held by him as I gave birth to our baby. With every push he encouraged me, syncing our breaths like before.

Eventually he moved his hands from my belly to between my legs, his breath hitching with excitement when he felt the slight teardrop between my lips. "Oh you're right there, babe, I need you to push hard with this next one."

I only nodded, not having the energy to quip that I'd been doing just that for hours now. A ragged moan tore from my throat as I gave the next push my all, turning into a sound of shock when I felt the head fully emerge. "Oh fuck, oh god please tell me I can keep pushing...!" I said hurriedly, adrenaline rushing through me like I'd never felt before. He pressed his forehead to mine, sounding nearly as breathless as I.

"Yes, yes, just a couple more, you're so perfect giving birth for me like this..."

The praise mixed with the adrenaline renewed my strength completely, and true to his word it was only two more hard pushes until I felt the hot rush of fluid and baby gushing out of me, making even more of a mess on both of us. He caught her instantly, waiting a moment until I was ready to take her from him.

Instinctively I brought her to my chest, wincing just a bit as she latched onto my sensitive, leaking nipple, but the pain left as soon as it'd come. All the while he held us both close, kissing the tears of effort from my face and saying how good I did, how perfect she was...

How he couldn't wait to have me do it again.

[birthing1020]

“Push! Push!”

Your partner encourages you as he looks over your exposed ass and increasing bulge with the babies head.

You groan and put your ass in the air, the feeling of your expanding pussy has you rocking back and forth from the pain.

“It hurts so much!”

You moan and pant with the contractions, falling back on your heels each time. Hopefully the rocking movements will move this baby’s ginormous head out of your vagina, but he feels stuck!

Your partner tries his hardest the move the babies head around your stiffened lips, this was your first - but you didn’t think your vagina would be this tight!

“He’s not moving!”

You pant through each agonizing breath, ready for this pain to be over as the head just sits there. It feels like every push you’re taking is not moving anything along.

“C’mon baby, i need you to give me a few big pushes! He’s not moving and we need to get him out. Come on, honey! You can do it.”

Those were the only encouraging words you need, with a loud groan and nod, you push the three biggest pushes you’ve ever put your body through.

“Ahhhhhh!”

You bellow out and moan as you finally give birth to your baby.

[pleasure-victim]

the idea of crowning is just so hot. the slow process of being spread wide open from within, the wet crackling sound of the flesh parting, the bulge of tissue as the hole tries not to open before giving way and parting, so much fullness and burning only to realize the head's not even fully out yet, you've just got a nice big slice sticking out between your trembling legs. and whether you want to or not you're gonna push, you're gonna spread. it's coming out. now.

[imagineyourepregnant]

A Royal Time

“Take off your clothes, girl,” the prince said, his eyes calm but his words smoldering. Hesitantly, the servant woman did as she was told. He sat in his chair, watching with interest as she moved removing her apron and dress awkwardly around her rounded stomach. He could feel himself growing hard beneath his trousers, pushing painfully against the thickened fabric. At last, she was free from her clothing and he beheld her naked form. The areolas of her breast were darkened and the gravidness of her belly contrasted deeply with her otherwise slender form.

The young woman grimaced as her belly visibly hardened, this one lasting longer than the previous ones. The prince couldn’t take it any longer. “Come here and turn around,” he ordered. She approached him and did so, turning to face away from him. Quickly, he pulled himself out of his trousers, held her by the elbows, and lowered her onto himself. As she squeaked in surprise, he himself swallowed a deep groan of pleasure, trying to prevent himself from releasing too soon.

“Oh…oh sire…” the woman moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he found his rhythm. He growled in response, his hands flying to her belly. He felt it tighten beneath his touch and in response she seemed to squeeze him even harder. He forced his hips to keep from trembling. The sensation was incredible, and it took his entire willpower to keep from climaxing. The woman panted and groaned, a strange mix of intense pain and sensual pleasure ravaging her own body. Soon enough, the wave passed, and the prince resumed his rhythm.

The scene continued for many minutes as the force of the woman’s contractions gradually increased in frequency and duration. Each time a new pain came, the prince stopped thrusting, instead choosing to feel each contraction. Now, the woman was moaning more in pain rather than pleasure, but the prince didn’t care. He was struggling not to erupt with each jolt of his own hips.

“Sire, please. Please the baby is coming. Please…” the woman begged, her head still thrown back over his shoulder and legs spread wide over his knees. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” This time, liquid drenched his lap as her water broke. The baby really was coming soon. The prince began to thrust harder and harder, now not stopping when the contractions came. He gave on final hard push, and with a deep grunt, he released. For a moment, his mind went blank as his body convulsed, the intensity of his orgasm mirroring the strength of the woman’s current contraction. When he was spent, he pulled out, breathing hard.

“Please, help me, Sire.” The woman begged, her eyes red with tears of pain. She had spread her legs as far apart as they would go and the prince saw the results of his words spilling out of her. She took a deep breath and curled over her belly, face turning red as she evidently pushed.

The prince stared as a dark mass slowly became visible. “I-I see the head!” the prince said, voice faltering. The woman cried out again, pushing. The mass inched out further but slipped back inside when the woman relaxed. The prince leaned in closer to watch with fascination. With the next contraction, the woman gave a strangled cry as the head nearly crowned. As if by instinct, the prince used his fingers to provide counter-pressure against the woman’s skin. With that help, the head emerged fully. “Nearly there!” He shouted in excited.

The shoulders proved even more difficult, and the woman struggled for minutes to move the baby further. She pleaded and thrashed, and even attempted to stand, with the baby’s head stilling hanging out of her. The prince helped her enter a squatting position and that seemed to aid in the baby’s arrival as it quickly slid into the prince’s hands. He held it up and gazed at it in amazement: he had helped deliver this squalling red creature. The woman panted heavily but she still held her arms out to receive her baby.

The prince could only shake his head in amazement at the prospect that he had delivered a baby in his own chambers. The woman smiled up at him as the baby nursed against her breast. He grinned back and whispered, “Next time, it will be my child you’ll bear.”

“Yes sire.”

[beardownandgivein]

💦

[cglblocklist0-deactivated201611]

Friendly reminder that allowing underage littles/pets/daddies/mommies/etc your blog if you post NSFW or kink material can get you up to 10 years in prison and can get you on the sex offenders registry for the rest of your life.

It’s called “corruption of a minor” and “pandering obscenities to a minor” and it’s a third degree felony in the US.

[white-two-wet]

This is exactly why I don’t want any minors following me. Please, I don’t care if you’re 17, 17 and ¾, or anything less then 18. Stay off my blog, don’t follow, and don’t browse my page.

[thefilthythingsiwhisper-deactiv]

Be gone 18 and under!

[want2byours]

NO MINORS NO MINORS NO MINORS NO MINORS NO MINORS

[bulgingpushh]

im warm and stoned and really wishing i was deep in labor, alone with my partner as they guide me through a painful birth... just the two of us in the bed we conceived this child in... anyone want to help me?