i go by many names, but you can call me Tiger or Tomcat here. 26, non-binary genderhoarding trans man (do not use feminine/female terms for me ever), black, taken
ayo my name is many things but on this blog you can call me tiger~ let’s set up some house rules! these may seem hostile but i assure you i’m nice, i’m just trying to keep unsavories from touching my blog. first and foremost:
if your age (it can just say adult or minor i don’t care) is not in your pinned or in your bio or whatever? i block for my own safety and peace of mind. i am not advertising for minors to give full info online, or anyone! but this blog is nsfw. i’m 24. if you’re younger than 18, you get that john thanos adios, and if you don’t have an age listed, you get that john thanos adios. i do not trust people without ages in bios/pins (or who don’t send me an ask off-anon/dm confirming their age) to not be minors!
i’m into lots of fandoms and i’ll be reblogging/posting shit about them here which is nsfw. my current main hyperfixes are danganronpa, jojo’s bizarre adventure, bungou stray dogs, and that’s about it for what i post nsfw for lmao.
my biggest and most prevalent kink is for birth specifically, however i also enjoy pregnancy/birth content in a non-kink manner as well! this blog is mainly just for the kink bit tho
my loving boyfriend is @youbitme and he and i are exclusive. i’m not interested in dating anyone else and therefore i ask that you do not flirt with me legitimately in any capacity at all, i’m autistic and unable to differentiate between jokes so please put a “/j” or “/s” to indicate joking or sarcasm if you send me messages/asks. YOU CAN SEND IN NSFW ASK MEMES but do not flirt with me! it also just generally makes me uncomfortable to be legitimately flirted with when i’m committed to one person.
i’m a gay transgender man, so i ask anyone exclusively attracted to women and/or not attracted to men remember that when they follow. remember i am not a woman. nothing i post is about women, largely including my fandom stuff! i might include female characters sometimes but since this is an nsfw blog for my kinks and kink-related stuff about characters i’m largely attracted to in some way, it’s unlikely
i’m also a proud wearer of the MOGAI label, and i support MOGAI identities.
i am a polyfragmented system of 300+, i have osdd. i’m not disclosing my diagnosis status because it’s unimportant and frankly my dear i don’t give a damn! that said, sometimes you’ll see things here which are either authored or lovingly referred to as “ghostwritten” by either my cioccolata (jjba part 5) fictive and/or my mori (bungou stray dogs) fictive because they hold and discuss my arousal/hypersexuality issues as well as they are hypersexual themselves and like to have a place to talk!! THEY ARE THEIR OWN PEOPLE, NOT ME so please don’t refer to them as me. mori will sign his posts with “mori.exe” and cioccolata signs his with “dr cio” (he also generally prefers you refer to him as cio, his full name is generally something i or his partner n qpps are allowed to use).
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Imagine sucking on their nipples so that they dont know if its braxton hicks or real labor? Fingering them deeply as they dialate so they focus on you gliding in and out of them while the head swells into their birth canal? Giving them head while their crotch bulges out and every time they try to time a push with their contractions you start licking their clit. Making their pussy stretch the same way they'd prepare to take dick but they're actually opening up for their baby. Their body is forced to do all the work while they're too busy cumming to treat their birth with any urgency.
And then putting them into a ridiculous position for their final push so you can see how far their final orgasm makes the baby pop out.
one of the most frustrating ways i've found you can be misunderstood is when people think you're horny about the things you're just weirdly fascinated by and weirdly fascinated by the things you're horny about
"omg is this like a fetish for you or something 😅🤣" NOT EVERYTHING IS A FETISH!!! "you have such interesting hobbies" no uh . that one is a fetish actually.
honestly i have. no idea how to interact on here cries
but if any of you guys here primarily post like. birth kink esp orgasmic/pleasurable birth stuff do u mind rbing? esp other trans men/transmascs, i wanna find my people
one thing i think about a lot in fantasies involving myself is trying to hold back birthing a massive litter (10 or even more) of babies and failing and then desperately giving birth where i am. trying so hard not to give birth and then being unable to do anything but, the pleasure overtaking me as i desperately push and cum my babies out right there, moaning with relief and release as each one spills out of me into my or my partner's hands, able to feel every inch of our babies as they're born because of how sensitive holding them in made me
even better if i tried holding them back with my pants only for it to not matter and for me to push and cum and scream in ecstasy as it only prolongs the birth, not stops it, making the baby stimulate me more until finally, finally it pushes my underwear aside and the baby slips free torturously slowly, every part of it dragging against my abused walls and pussy, only finally being born as i scream and cum, first from the pleasure of birth, and then with relief when it's out
and then triply better if i feel the next baby slide into place as i'm birthing the one before it, so i'm just helplessly pushing, cumming them out back to back, locked in pleasure and unable to stop
One of the hottest things ever is when the person giving birth uses the term "Your baby"
"Your baby is coming out of me dude!" Your friend calls from the passenger seat.
"I can feel your kid so low..." You grumble as your partner is rubbing one out of you.
"Fuck, your baby is stretching me!" You whisper and groan while in the dressing room with your lover, letting them feel that stretch through the panties you're trying on.
God I wish Uterine Hypersensitivity was a real medical condition. Like imagine being able to feel yourself get fertilized, and having every movement of the baby bringing near orgasmic bliss.
Don't even get me started on what Birth would be like, instead of causing pain, it causes pleasure, so being stuck crowning would be like having a long and immensely powerful orgasm. Ah well, a girl can dream
im not into pleasurable birth but perhaps my followers will enjoy this
Birthing on all fours with the head already dangling out of me. I know its going to be over soon but I can't see how much progress I've made. The anticipation is killing me.
I bear down with rhythmicdeep groans that bob the head between my thighs. I yelp as a shoulder finally pops free, and the rest of the body is forced to follow. An orgasm rips through my entire body as the weight of my fat baby's body stretching me open with the assistance of gravity as the baby falls safely onto soft cushions and a gush of fluids.
Two roommates go from friends to lovers to mothers in this intimate home birth story.
Co-written as a roleplay with the fabulous clairejones2465 on DeviantArt.
10k words. Fpreg, roommates to lovers, sexual content, wlw, queer couple, orgasmic birth.
Tracy and Sarah had been renting their small ranch style home together for about two years, friends for three. Tracy had always felt something so intriguing about her roommate, like she was being drawn to her. They got along so well, had the same sense of humor and even flirted on occasion after a few too many drinks.
About nine months ago, Tracy had been at a bar alone and ended up having a one night stand… with a man. That’s how she wound up heavily pregnant in nothing but a navy blue sundress on their couch. Sarah had been incredible the entire pregnancy. Not knowing the father was a challenge but she held Tracy’s hair back through morning sickness, came to every doctor’s appointment and even help set up the nursery.
During the last few weeks, the women had gotten more intimate. Sarah felt Tracy’s baby kicking often, gave foot massages when she needed them and even slept in Tracy’s bed a few times when the mom-to-be was worried about Braxton hicks turning into real labor.
The midwife Kenzie was all set to deliver the baby right in their home. The living room had been taken over by the yoga ball, birthing pool and newborn supplies.
“Mmmh Sarah? You wanna watch a movie with me?” Tracy asked, rubbing her large swollen belly. The baby was measuring in the 95th percentile, taking up every inch of her womb.
Tracy had always been a curvy girl, her breasts were definitely on the larger side now. She was about 5”3 with curly brunette hair, green eyes, and olive skin due to Italian heritage. From what Tracy remembers, this baby’s father was Italian as well.
She had been rubbing cream on her big tummy every night but still had two stubborn stretch marks. Ehh, at least my kid’s big and strong. Although her baby was large, she wasn’t necessarily scared of giving birth. Tracy actually couldn’t wait since she was pretty over being pregnant these days. Her back ached more with each passing day, her feet were swollen, plus it was ninety degrees outside. Ready when you are baby boy. She thought to herself.
A voice echoed from the kitchen. “Sure!” Sarah shouted from the other room, answering Tracy’s question about watching a movie. “What did you have in mind?”
With the summer heat their old rental house wasn’t great, the warm air almost trapped inside the walls and the AC wasn’t functional at the best of times. If Sarah was too warm and she couldn’t imagine what it was like for her heavily pregnant roommate. To help cool them off Sarah was preparing some iced tea and an array of snacks - fruit slices, crisps, and ice cream. They didn’t have plans today and Tracy was too exhausted and pregnant to go out, so the women figured they’d have a nice chill day on the couch.
Walking into the living room Sarah smiled seeing her best friend sitting there in her navy sundress and rubbing her bump affectionately. Tracy was absolutely gorgeous, so feminine and curvy, significantly more so during her pregnancy. Sarah however, was rather slim, not much in the hips or breasts department, damn genetics. Perhaps that was why she was drawn to the mother-to-be, her shape and curves was something Sarah longed for. She thought she would develop boobs during puberty but never did; her body pretty much went straight up and down. As a way of showing her femininity, Sarah had long ash-blonde hair but with the heat it was partially twirled up in a messy bun, her slim frame wearing just baggy shorts and a casual spaghetti trap tee.
“How’s he doing?” Sarah asked, nodding to the bump that sat heavily over Tracy’s thighs.
Sarah placed the tray of snacks and drinks onto the table in front of the couch, then immediately picked up a tumbler of ice tea, complete with a metal straw, and handed it to her friend as she sat down beside her. “Thought you could use a cool drink and some snacks.”
Sitting so close Sarah’s hand naturally went to Tracy’s bump, running gently over its curve and she felt the familiar movement beneath her skin, baby boy’s feet pressing up against her palm.
At the sight of the tray of goodies, Tracy’s mouth starts watering almost immediately. “Mmh thanks,” she hums, taking a few long sips of iced tea. “He’s getting bigger by the second Sarah, I swear.” She lets out a little whine. Of course Tracy was grateful for having this unexpected baby, he certainly wasn’t in any plans but she loved him all the same. She truly couldn’t wait to be a mother. Kinda feels like Sarah’s in this with me too. Tracy thinks to herself.
The feel of Sarah’s hand caressing her bump was magical, like it was always meant to rest there. “You’re so good to me,” Tracy puts a hand over Sarah’s and smiles, “I really am so lucky to have you through all of this.” She says, trying not to get too deep, though it was hard to resist as she looked into Sarah’s gorgeous eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you.” Tracy felt a blush rise up in her cheeks, one that had nothing to do with pregnancy or the heat.
The mother-to-be clears her throat, breaking the moment of sexual tension. “I’m thinking a comedy? If I laugh enough, maybe I’ll get some contractions going here.” She winks at Sarah teasingly. “How about a classic Adam Sandler movie? Or maybe something with Will Ferrell?” Tracy suggests, blowing out a breath at another damn Braxton hicks contraction.
Her belly tightens like a drum under their hands, the pressure in her lower back becoming unbearable for more than a few seconds before it passes. “Hhhooo easy there buddy boy.” Tracy breathes, slowly caresses her bump.
“Mmh… your body sure does like to practice doesn’t it.” Sarah muses with a comforting soothing voice, observing the way the bump hardens beneath her fingers. The last few weeks Tracy had been plagued with braxton hicks. Both women panicked at first thinking it was go-time, but Kenzie was very lovely when she told them it was simply Tracy’s body practicing for the main event. Now, neither of them worried at how much Tracy’s belly tensed and relaxed. “Nice and easy Trace, breathe through it. You got it.”
The mother-to-be relaxed beside Sarah when it was over, sinking further into the worn cushions of their second-hand couch. Sarah’s hand stayed on her friend’s belly, she had no reason to keep it there, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to break contact.
“Of course I was going to be here for you. I’ve said it thousands of times, you’re my best friend and you’re having a baby, like hell were you going to do this alone.” She lifts her free arm over the back of the couch, wrapping around her friend’s shoulders to give a hug. “I know this wasn’t in your Big Life Plans Tracy, but you’re going to make an excellent mother. And I’m so glad you chose me to be there for you through it all.”
Sarah placed a soft kiss to the side of Tracy’s head. A small sign of affection, of close friends, but she couldn’t deny there was something more behind the gesture. Getting to be with Tracy through this life-changing process was an honour and a privilege. Getting to witness the incredible changes of her body, how it prepared and nurtured the little life in her womb. Honestly, women were amazing, Sarah thought.
“Let’s get the film started then, see if we can laugh this little guy outta you.”
Tracy relaxed further into her best friend’s arm, putting her feet up on the pillow on the coffee table. “Mmh sounds like a plan.” She smirks, still reeling from the kiss on the side of her head. Tracy had never been with a woman before, not in any romantic way, but just couldn’t get the thought out of her head. Sarah was gorgeous, slim but soft in the right places. They certainly couldn’t share bras but Tracy had caught sight of Sarah in the shower once and she was a freaking vision. Her hair reminded Tracy of the sun, as did her personality. God, am I falling for my best friend?
The movie starts, Tracy tries to focus, but between Sarah’s arm around her and the occasional Braxton hicks, she was not following the plot. Shifting over a little, Tracy turns her head to find Sarah already looking at her.
If you asked them later, they wouldn’t be able to tell who leaned into who, but seconds after the women locked eyes, they locked lips. Tracy’s whole body tingled, lips moving with more passion than a pregnant woman should have.
“Mmhhh Sarah,” Tracy hums cupping a hand on the back of Sarah’s neck gently, her round belly pressing into Sarah’s flat one. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She says honestly, a hand moving to tuck her friend’s blonde hair behind her ear. Tracy tries to gauge a reaction to the kiss while also managing her raging pregnancy hormones that tell her to take their clothes off.
During the kiss Sarah had moved her hand without conscious thought, over the fullness of Tracy’s belly and around her waist, pulling her close as their lips touched. The feel of her roommate’s hand on the back of her neck sent shivers down her spine, and then Tracy moaned. She moaned Sarah’s name, making her freeze, in shock.
Staring at her friend, Sarah wondered if the kiss was a good or bad thing. Tracy was pregnant, she was her best friend. Had I ruined everything by kissing her? But then Tracy had spoken again, cheeks flushed with a smile on her lips.
“Y-you’ve wanted to do— oh Trace, I had no idea. I had no idea you felt it too…” Sarah’s words were quiet and stuttered, lost in the way Tracy’s eyes were looking directly at her lips. “But… you’re pregnant. You’re about to become a mum. Is this… a good idea? I mean… I want to, I really do. But I didn’t want to tell you how I felt, didn’t want to add to your stress levels or risk ruining our friendship.”
The words fell out if Sarah’s mouth with barely any semblance of thought. As if the kiss had opened the door to something she’d tried but failed to close. Over the course of the pregnancy the pair had grown closer and closer, that was undeniable. At first Sarah thought her appreciation of Tracy’s changing body was simply awe of what the female form was capable of. But as her friend’s curves expanded, her figure fuller and rounded, Sarah slowly began to realise she didn’t want to be Tracy but she wanted to be with Tracy.
The film continued to play in the background but neither of them could pay any attention, all focus was on the narrow space between the women and the nervous rising and falling of their chests.
Tracy breaks the silence, relieved to hear her own worries and desires mirrored in exactly what her roommate seemed to be feeling. “I figured you wouldn’t want to get into a relationship with a big ole pregnant lady.” She chuckles. “My body has changed so much and. . . I guess I was feeling a little self conscious.” Tracy admits softly, looking down at her belly.
“I’m so happy he’s coming, that I’m becoming a mom. It’s just a lot of ask someone to deal with so early in a relationship.” Tracy’s laugh didn’t hide the intensity and nervousness as she locked eyes with her friend. “These past few months you’ve been here for me though. . . My attraction grew and I just. . . I guess I couldn’t hold back anymore.”
You still can’t Tracy, stop with the word vomit, she chastised herself.
“Maybe we can just. . . Take it slow and explore this,” Needing a distraction from the painful ache in her lower back Tracy leans over and kisses Sarah again. Her roommate’s soft lips pull focus away from Tracy’s aching hips that feel like they’re separating. Easy kid, your mom’s trying to work some game here.
Sarah melted into the kiss, so soft and gentle, so different to anyone she had kissed before. On hearing Tracy’s erratic and nervous rambling, knowing they both were feeling the same mix of emotions, made Sarah relax into the change of events. “Mmmm… T-Tracy… are you s-sure?” Sarah asked, in between kisses and heavy breathing.
“Mmmh I’m sure. . . If you’re sure.” Tracy smiles, seeing the look in Sarah’s eyes that confirms they’re on the same page.
It was hard to miss that Tracy was doing the majority of the leaning into the kiss, but her bump was heavy and full between them and they weren’t exactly at a good angle to face each other - having initially sat down facing the tv. If only Sarah were stronger or more muscular, she’d have lifted her gorgeous friend. She wanted to hold her, to wrap her arms around every inch of Tracy’s beautiful pregnant shape. Instead, her hand travelled down the curves of Tracy’s body, caressing the bump before taking a risk. Swiftly, Sarah’s hand cupped the brunette’s right breast, giving a gentle squeeze through the fabric of the navy sundress. She knew how sensitive they were, boobs so full of milk for her impending child, so Sarah took great care to be delicate and careful with the movement.
“Is that okay?” She asked a little hesitantly, wanting to check Tracy was alright.
The response from the mother-to-be was a soft moan. Tracy’s breasts had been so sensitive lately but Sarah’s hand gave just the right amount of pressure. “Mmmh it’s more than okay,” Tracy then turns towards her friend before making a bold move herself. Shifting up onto her knees Tracy lifts one leg up and over, straddling Sarah’s lap. Her big belly an ever known presence between the pair, heavy and full of life.
“Is this okay?” She asks, unable to stop her lips from trailing down Sarah’s soft neck. The position surprisingly wasn’t hell on her back, however she still felt a lingering ache. This baby’s big Tracy, what do you expect?
Instinctively Sarah’s hands went to Tracy’s hips, steadying her pregnant friend as she settled her knees either side of Sarah’s thighs. “Whoa…okay. Mmmhh oh Trace you are…. gorgeous.” She hummed, her hands exploring Tracy’s voluptuous curves while her roommate peppered her neck with soft kisses.
The weight of Tracy’s pregnant belly against her slim frame felt heavenly. Its size and shape, so firm and perfect and absolutely bursting with life as it pressed against her flat stomach, almost pushing the thinner woman deeper into the couch cushions. While Tracy curled over the bump to kiss her neck, Sarah’s hands held and squeezed her pregnant friend’s hips - both as support but also in Sarah’s own desperate way to hold her close.
“You feel so good Sarah. . . You have no idea how much I want you.” Tracy purred, biting her lip and moving her hand up Sarah’s waist to her smaller breast, cupping it and gently squeezing the nipple through the blonde’s thin shirt.
Sarah gasped, arching backwards. “Oooohhh Tracy!” Letting go momentarily on Tracy's hips, Sarah’s hands slid down her thighs before going back up, this time holding Tracy’s hips under the navy fabric of her sundress. Her fingers gliding along her friend’s soft skin and grazing the lace trim of the mother-to-be’s underwear. Sarah felt Tracy rocking slightly, hips swaying between her hands, but she wasn’t sure if it was enjoyment or perhaps from discomfort.
“Are you alright? I know baby has been nestled really quite low lately... is this erm, a good position for you?” Sarah asked with concern.
“Mmhh I’m great, it actually feels good to have my hips like this,” Tracy reassured with a smirk. Her hips had been so sore today, feeling like they were almost splitting apart. One would think this position would be uncomfortable but it was just the opposite. She pulls back a bit, looking at her belly. “He is quite low, isn’t he?” She can't help but giggle. “Honestly, I’m comfortable if you are, gorgeous.” Tracy confirms, brushing some of Sarah’s loose blonde hair away from her eyes.
She had such trouble focusing when she looked into her friend’s green eyes, like a damn siren pulling her in. Between that and hormones, Tracy found her hands moving to the skirt of her dress, slowly pulling it over her head. She gives Sarah time to protest, but when she doesn’t, Tracy lets the garment fall to the ground.
Her heavy belly was an orb of life between them, her skin so soft and smooth thanks to stretch mark lotion. Remembering she’s not wearing a bra, it was too cumbersome to deal with this late in pregnancy, Tracy blushes slightly. Her large full breasts on display, nipples hardened with arousal.
“I. . . I hope that wasn’t too forward. . .” She bites her lip nervously, trying to gauge Sarah’s reaction. Thinking about that distracts from the sudden ache she felt in her lower belly, muscles clenching tightly around her womb. Damn Braxton Hicks.
Sarah’s jaw fell open taking in the sight of her topless heavily pregnant friend. Warm olive skin, stretched and full, her beautiful belly and… wow…
“I don’t think I fully appreciated just how much your breasts had swelled in pregnancy….” She muttered, eyes drawn to Tracy’s dark and insanely large areola’s. “Shit… didn’t mean to say that aloud.” She giggled and blushed.
Sarah’s hands squeeze Tracy’s wide hips, keeping her ass steady and supported on her knees. With the gravid shape of her belly Tracy’s underwear was almost completely hidden, but Sarah’s fingers brushed the hidden cotton side seams that clung and dug into the flesh of her friend’s hips. The way Tracy was kneeling and how Sarah was slumped slightly on the couch, meant her eyes were level with her friend’s engorged chest. Sarah’s mouth dried, jaw open, and a stirring in her belly dictated the next move.
Keeping hold of her hips, Sarah leant forward and kissed the very top curve of each breast. Just above the nipple. Tracy smelt phenomenal. Slowly her lips danced from side to side, caressing each and every inch of the brunette’s sensitive bosom.
Giggling and moaning, Tracy blushes at the fact Sarah enjoys her breasts so much. “Mmmh I like hearing you say stuff like that,” She says honestly. “I like saying stuff like that too. . . You have no idea how sexy you are Sarah.” Tracy’s hands move to the hem of Sarah’s thin shirt, a question in her eyes. She hesitates a moment before quickly stripping it off.
They had different body types for sure but her friend’s soft sleek body was no less gorgeous than her own curves. “Fuck. . . You’re incredible.” Tracy leans down to capture Sarah’s lips again, her belly pressing into her friend once more. She never thought she’d be this sexually forward so late in pregnancy but here they were. “Can. . . we go into my room?” She whispers, breathing a little heavier from their passionate kissing.
As if to confirm her intentions Tracy’s hands move up Sarah’s now-naked torso and cups her smaller breasts, fingers teasing the hardened nipples there. “I want you sweetheart.” She husks, the endearment falling right out of her mouth.
Sarah shudders, gasping a little, both at her racing heart but also the weight of Tracy’s bump pressing her right back into the couch.
“Oh yes… It’ll be more comfier for you… of course.” Her brain short-circuited, focusing on her friend and her comfort, completely missing the signal of why Tracy wanted to move to the bedroom. “Ohhhhh….” The penny drops.
Sitting up on the couch Sarah’s hands move and cradle Tracy’s lower back, keeping her supported - she was a little worried she’d topple backwards off her lap. “A-are you sure Tracy? We don’t have to… I- I wouldn’t want us to do anything that might make you uncomfortable. Can you even….” Her eyebrows raise in an unspoken question. “…is it safe in your condition?”
As much as Sarah had dived into all things pregnancy since they discovered Tracy was expecting, her mind was drawing a complete blank on what was recommended when it came to sex during late-term pregnancy. She didn’t want to put her best friend under any strain or stress. And in all honesty, she’d never been with a woman before either so this was all uncharted territory.
The mother-to-be’s answer came in the form of movement, climbing off of Sarah’s lap with surprising ease for someone with a baby nestled in their hips, and took her hand with a smirk.
“I’m sure if you are,” Tracy caresses her belly once standing, a gleam in her eye. “It’ll be new for both of us but I’m gonna be out of commission soon,” She winces a little, feeling a rough kick. Wait, tightening and a kick?
“I’d like to explore this before I’m all sleep deprived and covered in baby spit up.” Tracy smirks, taking Sarah’s hand and slowly leading them to the bedroom.
It doesn’t take much, both women caught up in finally acting upon their hidden desires. They find themselves at Tracy’s bed, lips colliding in a passionate kiss. Tracy still had her panties on but she wanted to get Sarah’s pants off. Sue me, she’s gorgeous.
Tracy’s heart races as she starts to push down the waistband, her belly pressed against her friend as they moan into each other’s mouths. She couldn’t believe this was finally happening but also couldn’t believe how natural it felt. It was like they were supposed to be together in this way all along.
The touch of Tracy’s warm hands on her bare skin sent bolts of electricity through Sarah’s veins. She moved her own hands, glided over every inch of her pregnant friend that she could reach, pulling her close while her tongue danced deeper into Tracy’s mouth.
“Mmmmh… Trace…. This is crazy… but damn… so good.” She hums against the other woman’s lips. One hand was wrapped behind Tracy’s neck, fingering her curled hair, while the other stayed on her plump hip. She felt Tracy’s hand travel lower, reaching around her belly to find Sarah’s underwear and slipping her hand inside the thick elastic of her cotton boxer-short style panties.
The breath left Sarah’s lungs with a shaky exhale, fingers curling in Tracy’s thick locks of hair. There was no doubt of her attraction when Tracy felt the dampness between her legs. Sarah gasped, pulling her roommate close. She couldn’t get enough, she needed Tracy, every inch of her pregnant form against her skin. Sarah’s mouth opened, kissing deeper as Tracy’s fingers danced beneath her clothes and then, Sarah nearly bit Tracy’s bottom lip when her best friend slipped her fingers inside. “Oh god—”
Tracy had never felt so aroused, assuming that’s part of what’s causing the incessant tightening in her lower back. She gasps, both from Sarah’s passionate kisses and from the pain moving slowly around to her belly, squeezing around the life inside of there. Easy baby boy.
The need to be with her roommate was strong and once Tracy felt how wet Sarah was, it was game over. They slowly strip off the rest of their clothes, lying atop the soft comforter of the bed. “Mmmhhh oh god. . . Sarah. . .” Tracy pants, lying on her side so her big belly was resting between them.
Tracy’s hands knot in the blonde’s silky hair, pulling her closer. When she pulls away from the kiss, it’s only to lean her head down and take Sarah’s firm nipple into her mouth, licking around it and hoping she enjoyed it. “Mmhhhh. . .” One hand moved between their bodies and Tracy pushed two fingers inside again, this time focusing a thumb on Sarah’s clit.
“This okay love?” She breathes heavily, not really sure if she could stop but knowing she would if asked.
“Y-Yes… god yes.” Sarah gasped, arching her spine as her best friend’s fingers plunged deep, her beautiful expert thumb landing in the most perfect place.
She felt almost helpless beside Tracy, wanting to pleasure her as well, but her roommates' hands were busy making her see stars. Sarah’s head lowered, nestled into the frazzled nest of Tracy’s hair as the brunette licked her nipples. Taking a deep breath she inhaled the sweet apple scent of Tracy’s shampoo, combined with the unique smell that was just… her.
Sarah shifted closer, pressing her bare skin against Tracy’s. The hand between her thighs just kept circling, moving in and out gently as Tracy’s thumb danced over her clit. She could feel the swollen belly against her torso, its shape so firm, hard, and heavy with child, it made her dizzy. Sarah should be the one making her tired and exhausted friend feel incredible, but she was completely lost to the pleasure and the feeling of the beautiful pregnant body against her skin.
“T-Tr-Tracy—” she gasped, feeling her walls clamp around Tracy’s fingers. Sarah trembled on the edge of release. Somehow her leg went in the air, giving her roommate better access between her thighs, and then her foot hooked over Tracy’s leg and abruptly pulled her closer. Arms and legs entwined, she needed her against her body, as close as physically possible. Sarah heard her friend gasp at the sudden movement that dragged Tracy right up against her quaking body. “I’m…. I’m gonna….” was all she could gasp as she hurdled straight over that cliff edge of pleasure.
Tracy’s warm eyes were focused, watching her friend’s flutter in ecstasy. She had done a lot of self pleasure over the past few months which evidently was paying off. Any nerves Tracy had of being with a woman for the first time were being squashed based on her roommate’s encouraging reaction.
“Mmhhh that’s it Sarah…” Tracy purred. She felt the tightening in her belly come back again, though Sarah was probably too busy orgasming to notice. “Oohhhhh cum baby… cum for me.”
Tracy’s lips kiss along Sarah's neck as she increases the pressure on her clit. The mother-to-be winces, face tucked into Sarah’s neck, knowing without a doubt she just had a contraction. Labor can take forever, enjoy this while you can, she thinks to herself, not wanting to ruin the moment.
Hey I know we just connected romantically for the first time but uhh my baby’s coming - yeah that would definitely kill the heated atmosphere in the room.
Shaking her head, the contraction dying down for now, Tracy asks “Mmmhh you okay?” She pulls back to look at her friend in her post-orgasm bliss, her hand brushing Sarah’s hair away from her face. “I didn’t push you too far did I?”
For Sarah, Tracy’s face glows above her like the sun and she just smiles through heaving breathing as she tries to recover.
“Whoa… that was… unexpected. But amazing!” Sarah huffs out, grinning like a cat who got the cream. Her head tilts, melting against Tracy’s palm before kissing the soft skin of her friend's inner wrist. Sarah’s other hand skims the length of Tracy’s body that is still pressed close, gliding up and down the wonderful curves. “I had no idea a woman could make me feel so… alive.”
Tracy grins, a blush rising to her cheeks but takes the compliment. “Unexpected but amazing is right,”
Slowly Sarah came around from her orgasm, her mind functioning a lot better than it did a few minutes ago. She wrapped her arm around her pregnant friend, holding her close in post-pleasured bliss, taking in every second of this moment that just felt so right.
“So…. My gorgeous pregnant roommate….” Sarah whispered with a smirk and a glint in her eyes. “I believe it’s customary to return the favour?” Her warm hands moved over Tracy’s curves, rubbing the firm sphere of her belly that she just couldn’t get enough of.
“Mmmh I’d love for you to return the favor.” Tracy mumbles and kisses Sarah deeply, parting her legs slightly.
Before Sarah’s hands could travel any lower, where intended, she felt her friend’s womb abruptly harden and shift beneath her palm. “Er…. Wow… are you okay? That looked and felt different…”
Tracy honestly wasn’t sure what was going on but replies, “I’m sure it’s just a Braxton hicks.” She moves impossibly closer to her friend, bodies touching, skin on skin. “Or maybe we’ll kickstart labor, who knows.” Tracy’s giggle fades as she feels Sarah hand trailing down between her legs.
“Mmhhh my gorgeous sexy roommate. . .” She leans back against the pillows, her huge belly pivoted towards her friend but legs open for Sarah’s wandering fingers. “Ohhhh mmmhhhh that feels so good baby. . .” Tracy’s dark nipples tighten in arousal, her belly heavy and full of life.
Once her orgasm starts, Tracy finds the delicate but specific touches from her friend drive her crazy a lot faster than expected. Tracy’s bump tenses once again, another big pain rippling across her lower belly. “Mmhhhh ooohhhhhhhh! Ooohhhh god yes. . .” She moans in an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain, eyes closed with the intense sensations coursing through her body, but the shift and tensing of her belly was undeniably and externally visible.
Seeing her roommate naked and writhing on the bed, eyes closed and chest heaving, Sarah grinned and increased the motion of her hand. After what Tracy had just done to her, she was determined to make her friend feel just as fucking good. Sarah’s fingers went deep, curling slightly, and her thumb pressed down on Tracy’s clit. She felt the shudder from her roommate instantly.
Tracy was just so bloody gorgeous, so pregnant and swollen and absolutely ripe. Sarah couldn’t help herself as she shuffled down the bed a fraction so she could kiss and suck those glorious breasts. Slowly she kissed the skin around Tracy’s nipples before landing on the target. Lips pursing, tongue licking, teeth grazing. To her surprise a little bit of milk began to leak, the sweetness on her tongue was unreal!
“Oh my god Trace… you are absolutely incredible. Yessss darling….” She purred into Tracy’s swollen and full chest as she plunged her fingers deeper between her friend’s legs.
When Tracy’s body quakes with pleasure Sarah synchronises the movements of her hand and mouth to send her roommate right over the edge. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Tracy’s belly rising and falling with her heavy breathing, but then it lifted and stayed in a weird shape. Not the usual beautiful sphere but more oblong and torpedo shaped.
When the mother-to-be moaned, it was clear that it wasn’t just from the fluttering aftermath of her climax. It was the second time that had happened in short succession. The first Sarah had dismissed, but now…
“Erm… Trace? Was that what I think it is?” Sarah asked worriedly, fingers still wrapped around and inside of Tracy, holding her close while she came down from her orgasm and rode out the contraction.
Tracy pants heavily, her orgasm washes through her very core, making her thighs quiver and toes curl into the blanket. “Mmhhhh I, I think so. . .” She hums, the contraction slowly easing. There was an ungodly amount of pressure in her hips, her pelvis widening with impending birth.
She took a second to lay her head against Sarah’s neck, letting her friend’s body embrace her own as she came down from such a high. “Mmmhhhh mmmhh Sarah I think he’s coming. . .” Slowly Tracy moves to stand, her legs suddenly restless.
Once on her feet, the mother-to-be rocked back and forth naked, hands on the bed. Tracy’s big belly hangs, lower now, and her breasts leak the tiniest bit of milk. She couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal remembering Sarah taking them into her mouth just a moment ago. Did she like that?? God, I loved that.
The pressure in her pelvis intensifies a few minutes later, causing her fingers to dig into the comforter. “Mmhhhh nngghhhhh! He’s c-comingggggg!” Her belly is rock hard, visibly lifting up. “Oohhhhhh god!” Tracy winces, trying to breathe through the worst of the pain when suddenly her water breaks, clear fluid gushing down her thighs.
“It’s time… hhhooo hhhooooo Sarah it’s time!” Tracy tries not to panic but with her water out of the way, she suddenly felt like she needed to push. It couldn’t be time for that yet, could it?!
“Shhhh… it’s okay, it’s okay darling.” Sarah soothes. Having already jumped off the bed when Tracy started rocking, her hands were now rubbing her friend’s lower back, her mind suddenly scrambling to try and remember all the labouring poses they learnt in birth class. “It’s just your water breaking, you’re okay Tracy. Deep breaths okay. Slow and steady.”
It was such a juxtaposition; one minute they were entwined in post-orgasmic bliss and now suddenly Tracy is leaning on her bed and making the strangest lowing sounds. Well, they were hoping to induce labour today, albeit they were originally going to laugh Tracy’s body into labour watching a comedy movie. Perhaps all the myths were true - sex really did have the power to send someone into labour. Sarah couldn’t help the sly grin on her face at the thought that she may have played a part in this.
“Take slow breaths for me Trace, inhale…. then exhale. That’s it. Now when this one is over you can tell me what you’re feeling and we can make a plan. Everything’s going to be okay.” Sarah stood close, her hands never leaving Tracy’s bare skin. As she rubbed her lower back and Tracy’s rocking slowed, Sarah naturally placed a kiss on her friend’s shoulder from behind. “Baby boy is just excited to meet us eh?”
“Mmhhhh hhhooo hhhooooo…” Listening to Sarah’s encouragement and advice, Tracy takes a few deep breaths. Once the pressure/pain passes, she stands and turns to face her friend. “Mmmh I guess he is just excited.” She huffs a small laugh.
She should’ve felt vulnerable or at least a little embarrassed standing naked in front of her roommate, thighs slick with birthing fluid but she didn’t. She was completely comfortable with Sarah. They’d even talked about her friend being there along with the midwife for the birth.
“Oh! The midwife!” Tracy suddenly remembers that they need to call her. “She’s in my phone love, can you give her a call for me??” She asks, leaning to kiss Sarah’s cheek before feeling more pressure building.
Immediately Tracy takes up her stance again, palms to the bedspread and rocking hips back and forth. She tries to focus on submitting to the pressure in her hips, her pelvis, but it’s agonizing. “Mmhhhh hhhoooo hhhoooo oohhhhhh god… he’s c-comingggggg. . .” She releases a long moan, her belly hard and tight like an iron boulder.
With the next contraction taking hold of her body so quickly Sarah was torn what to do. She had asked for her phone and to ring the midwife, and it was clear they needed help, but seeing her best friend riding out the wave of pressure and pain… she just couldn’t leave her.
“That’s it darling, keep those sounds nice and low for me.” Sarah said softly, standing right behind her and holding her hips tight. “You got this Mumma.”
Tracy was too busy groaning to convey how much the counter pressure on her hips was helping. Sarah’s hands felt like they were holding her hips together, in the best way possible. “Mmmhhhhh nnghhhh-OOHHH! Sorry we skipped… mmhhhh the cuddling part…” She can’t help but grin as the contraction eventually releases, Tracy’s belly relaxing a bit more.
They’d gone to birth classes together, had practiced all the ridiculous breathing and positions to help labour - giggling a little at some of them. But right now, Sarah was just following her instincts. The pair were still both completely naked from earlier escapades on the bed, and practically standing in the puddle of Tracy’s broken waters, but she didn’t care. Somehow it felt right, like she was supposed to be here, like this, for Tracy. “You’re doing great my lovely. Low and slow, keep rocking and bringing him down.”
Tracy’s sounds got more strained as the contraction peaked, her body so tense beneath Sarah’s hands. She gripped her hips, squeezing and holding them, trying to offer some counterpressure against the wave that was clearly very strong. When it was over, Sarah stayed pressed against her roommate from behind, not wanting to let her go. But she knew she should. Someone had to call Kenzie.
“Stay right there Trace. I’m gonna go grab your phone and some towels. I’ll be right back okay.” And reluctantly she lets go of Tracy’s hips before rushing towards the living room as quickly as she could.
“Mmhhh I’ll be okay, thank you gorgeous.” Tracy says at the end of the contraction. Taking a few steps when Sarah was gone, careful of the puddle on the floor, she noticed how restless her legs felt, her hips feeling better in motion. Labor is weird, Tracy thinks to herself hearing her roommate scrambling around.
“I’m okay Sarah. . . Don’t worry.” She pants out, remembering to breathe the baby down. Tracy’s hands find her belly as she waits for the next contraction. “You’re coming to meet us huh little guy? Go easy on Mumma.” A low sigh slips out when her answer is another contraction starting to build.
“Mmhhhh hhhoooo hhhoooooo…” Tracy tries to stay upright this time, holding onto the bedpost, thinking she can make it through this one alone. “Mmhhh oohhhhh-fuuuucckkkkk!” The slightest urge to push echoes in her mind but she fights it.
In the midst of the overwhelming contraction Tracy’s hips missed Sarah’s hands so much she could cry right then and there. “S-Sarah… oooohhhhhh honey, I n-need your-Nnnhhhhhh!- hands.” She struggles to speak through the incessant pain.
Hearing the desperation in her friend’s groaning made Sarah’s heart clench. Quick! I had to move quickly!
“Where the fuck is her phone??!” Sarah cursed throwing the cushions off the couch haphazardly, digging around pointlessly trying to locate her friend’s phone. She could have kicked herself when she saw it on the coffee table beside Tracy’s glass of iced tea.
“I’m coming Tracy! Just breathe…. Slow deep breaths.” She shouts, running from the living room to the bathroom. Sarah grabbed some towels, how many do they need? One, two, three, is four enough? With the phone in one hand the other cradling a giant pile of towels she rushes back to Tracy’s bedroom.
Deep in the throes of labour her best friend looks almost ethereal with the sunshine streaking behind her silhouette from the wooden slats on her window. Gorgeously curved, absolutely gravid with child, and gripping on to her bedpost while circling her hips in a figure eight. Sarah’s heart nearly stopped at the image alone. But she didn’t have a chance to appreciate the view properly because Tracy’s sounds were getting more and more feral and desperate.
“I’m here, shhhh, I’m here. Where do you need me to—” The towels fell from her arms as Tracy gripped her hand tight and yanked her closer, moving her hand to Tracy’s sweaty lower back. “Right, erm, okay. Same as before?”
The labouring woman couldn’t speak but offered a nod of confirmation followed by a deep groan. Sarah threw the phone on the bed so she could take Tracy’s hips in both hands, cupping her soft skin in her palms as she pressed against them. She could feel Tracy shudder, a noise of pained relief coming from the depths of her chest. Whoa, early labour was way more intense than I expected. Sarah thought to herself as she held her friend’s pelvis together.
“You’re doing great sweetie. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Move however you need. I’ve got you.” She tried to offer some reassurance and comfort, Tracy seemed to be struggling already. She placed a soft kiss on the back of her friend’s left shoulder, nothing too overbearing but enough to tell her she was here. She was with her through this.
“Mmmhhhhh!” Tracy nods quickly, her body calming a little while her friend holds her hips once again. “Hhhhooo hhhooooo he’s coming… oohhhhh god he’s coming….” The pressure kept intensifying between her legs, the heavy feeling in her pelvis was only getting worse. Tracy’s body was starting to feel the need to be more productive. . . like pushing productive.
That couldn’t be right, did I have back labor? Tracy ran through her head how long this labor could’ve actually been.
Once the contraction passes, the mother-to-be slowly stands with her hands on her lower back, making her heavy low belly stick out. “Mmhhh. . . He feels so freaking low Sarah. . .” Tracy takes a sip from the glass of water nearby, letting out a groan when a contraction comes not a minute later.
“Oohh god another one. . . Hhhhooo hhhhoooo mmhhhhhh!” Tracy breathes through most of it but she can’t fight the urge to bear down anymore. With her hands planted on the bed, Sarah’s hands on her back, she can’t help but lower into a semi squat and push.
“Nnnrggghhh. . . Nnnggghhhhh!” The grunts echo in the room, making it clear what she was doing. Tracy couldn’t explain how she knew, it was just a primal need to birth this baby now.
“Whoa— whoa— Tracy— what’s happening?” Sarah’s eyes fly wide open. Tracy had almost thrown the glass of water so quickly it spilt down Sarah’s still-naked body. Suddenly her friend was hunched over, knees bending, and grunting! “Are— are you pushing? Oh Trace, no… you can’t be pushing yet. It’s still really early. We’ve not even called Kenzie yet.”
Sarah’s hands found their way back to Tracy’s lower spine and hips, whose ass was stuck out in her semi-squat and for some reason Sarah instantly held her roommate’s wide hips. Keeping the pressure against her pelvis as she had done no more than two minutes earlier.
Tracy’s waters had broken, so it must be because of a change in where the baby was positioned now her belly wasn’t full of amniotic fluid anymore. That’s why she felt like pushing. Sarah didn’t know what to do. It was so soon to be pushing, it would only tire Tracy out and could do some damage… but the way she was rocking and grunting seemed so natural and primal. Even in her panic, Sarah couldn’t help but be in awe of her best friend in this moment. And very possibly, a little bit in love.
“Try not to push darling, pant through those urges okay. It’s much too soon. I’ll erm…. I’ll call Kenzie. Tell her to come round urgently but she can also help us over the phone. I’m sure it’s too early for pushes Trace.” Sarah’s words were soft but clearly worried. But if Tracy’s grunting sounds of effort were anything to go by… she suspected her friend didn’t hear a word she’d just said.
With a widened stance Tracy barely listens to the encouragement to wait. She finishes a deep push with the contraction before taking a big breath and turning her head towards her friend. Sarah’s hands still braced on her lower back which is heavenly but the words coming from her mouth were all wrong.
“Love he’s c-coming. . . I swear he’s coming now, I think. . . mmhhhh I think I had back labor or s-something.” She pants out heavily, putting a hand on her lower belly and rubbing the spot where the baby rested. He was so low, so close to being born. Tracy’s eyes well up, so overcome with emotion.
“Mmhhhhh I’m l-listening to my body, gorgeous. . . There’s no time to call her.” Soon she feels another contraction coming on, the tightening in her lower belly and pelvis feeling so familiar now. She wasn’t really scared before but Tracy certainly wasn’t scared now. She felt confident in her body, her pushing and her partner.
“Mmhhhhh I’m s-supposed to push love. . . Nnnnrgghhhhhhh!” She lowers into a semi squat again and grunts loudly, pushing down for her child. “I just know it. . . Nnnnnrgghhhhhhh- he’s coming!” Between her thick thighs, the smallest little bulge was starting to form, her son’s head descending slowly but surely.
“Oh Trace, no-no-no— I really don’t think it’s time.” Sarah insists, blindly unaware of the progress being made.
Her heart was thundering, her breath huffing out her lungs as loud as the woman in labour, panic gripping Sarah’s thoughts. Tracy was pushing too soon, she was going to hurt herself. Sarah’s hands stayed on Trace’s hips while she gave into the next urge, sinking her ass down slightly and grunting down almost automatically. Sarah couldn’t stop her, the way she moved, the way she pushed. Even if it was wrong, too soon, the blonde was like a deer caught in the headlights - unable to do anything but watch.
And what a sight. Tracy was incredibly gorgeous in that moment, sweaty and flushed and the sounds she made were going right to Sarah’s core. As Tracy moaned and bore down, more fluid dribbled onto the carpet, and the dampness under her own feet shook Sarah from her reverie.
She couldn’t stop her, but she sure as hell could support and help her friend. Towels… she threw some on the floor and placed them between Tracy’s unnaturally wide legs. Phone… where the fuck did I— the bed! She grabbed her friend’s mobile phone from the bed where she’d thrown it. But it was an android and Sarah had an iPhone. Staring blankly at the lock screen she realised she didn’t know how to work it!
“Trace, I need you to unlock this, I need to call Kenzie!” She waved the phone in front of Tracy’s face, one hand still resting on her lower back, subconsciously keeping contact at all times. But Tracy’s eyes were glassy, rolling or closing with the overwhelming sensations rippling through her heavy labouring body. “Tracy! I need to call the midwife!” She shouted trying to get her attention, but the mother-to-be was lost to the urges and instincts of her body.
While Tracy could hear every word loud and clear, her body’s instincts were louder. Every bit of it was telling her to push, to bear down against the insane pressure the baby was creating in her nether regions. “Mmhhhhh it’s t-timeeeee- Nnnrrgghhhhhhh!”
Her thighs quiver, limbs shaking a bit as labor moves Tracy through the transition phase. There was no way, with words at least, to convey how she knew that it was time. She takes a few breaths before pushing again, focusing on the heavy mass of her son’s head, which was currently beginning to bulge out of body.
“Sarah… Sarah…” Tracy lets out a gasping breath as the contraction ends, Sarah still waving the phone in her face. She grabs the phone, tosses it on the bed and goes back to grab her roommate’s hand. “F-Feel…”
Their hands travel down between Tracy’s legs, guided towards her descending wet sex. What a whirlwind of a day to go from slick with arousal to slick with birthing fluids, she thinks to herself. Together they feel the baby’s head so close to emerging, his heavy weight nestled into Tracy’s hips and waiting for his Mumma to push for him.
“It’s gonna be okay… mmhhh I’ve g-got this…” Tracy groaned as another contraction came. Her belly was longer, like a hanging oval between her legs. There was no time for her to stare in awe, it was time to push again.
“Oh my god….” Sarah’s words were barely a whisper. With her hand between Tracy’s legs she was speechless and shocked to feel the whole of her friend’s lower region bulging out. The head was right there, just inside of her body, so close to coming out. So eager to join them.
With the contraction taking full control of her faculties Tracy left Sarah’s hand between her legs to grip the bedpost with one hand and Sarah’s skinny shoulder with the other. Sarah felt Tracy’s fingers hook over her bony frame, nails almost digging in, as she fiercely bore down. I could actually feel her pushing efforts in my palm!!! Whenever she pushed - the baby pressed against Tracy’s sensitive skin, parting her labia ever so slightly and Sarah could feel it against her soft palm. It was the craziest thing she had ever felt. What her roommate was doing right now, what her body was doing, was nothing short of inspirational.
“He’s… oh wow he’s right there…. You’re doing it… fuck… you’re actually doing it Trace!” Sarah smiled, in shock and awe and wonder as she looked up. Tracy’s rosy flushed face was inches from hers, holding on to her as she pushed with such low grunting sounds, while Sarah’s hand stayed between her legs.
For Sarah, Tracy was a goddess right now; incredible, strong and unbelievably powerful, and the next words that tumbled from her mouth didn’t come from the brain - they came from the heart. “That’s it… push darling… push for me.” Sarah couldn’t stop herself from leaning forward, holding Tracy’s hip and her bulging womanhood in each hand, and she kissed her lover deeply.
“Nnnrggghhhh! Oh my-NNRRGHHH!” Tracy roared, the primal sound was so new but it came so naturally. Her nipples tighten at the feel of Sarah’s hand between her legs, cupping the life inside that she knew Sarah loved just as much as she did. If the past few hours were anything to go by, the pair were at the beginning stages of the rest of their lives.
“Sarah,” She huffs with a flushed face. “Mmhhhh sweetheart, I’m p-pushhhhing for you-NNRGGGHHHHH!” The baby’s head continued to part her labia, the visible coin-size shape was slowly expanding with her efforts. “C-come on baby boy,” Tracy loosened her grip on Sarah’s shoulder but leaned into the kiss. “Mmhhhhh he’s coming…OUT!”
Hearing Tracy say her name, the sound low and gravelled in her throat, which then transformed to a moaning grunt of a push - wow. Sarah had no idea if it was her, her friend, the situation, or a new kink discovery…. But this was absolutely incredible right now. She could feel with every strained sound just a little bit more progress filling the palm of her hand.
Slowly, Tracy breaks away from the sensual kiss, shocked that she could feel so aroused during childbirth. Between Sarah’s caressing hands and encouraging words, Tracy was falling more and more in love with her best friend. She had stood by the mother-to-be through everything, taken care of her, made love to her. Tracy couldn’t have been more aroused if she tried. Deciding to test that theory, she timidly moved Sarah’s fingers up to her clit. The nub between her legs was throbbing, a delightful sensation alongside her son’s crowning head.
Sarah almost pulled away when her roommate grabbed her wrist, thinking perhaps she needed space. But then Tracy moved her hand, silently telling her partner what she needed. Sarah bit her bottom lip, smiling, and then kissed her again.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Sarah whispered against her lips, tasting the salt of the sweat that had dampened every inch of her naked skin. Gently, and oh so slowly, she brushed her thumb over the sensitive bud between Tracy’s thighs. Her fingers curled over the gradually stretching folds, not to inhibit but to support and encourage. And selfishly, to feel for herself each victorious millimetre of progress as more and more of the head pressed out.
“Mmhhhhhh I know you’ve got me,” Tracy hums, staring into Sarah’s eyes before kissing her softly.
Sarah felt her roommate’s breathing catch, the trembling of her knees that quaked her whole body. Wrapping her other arm around Tracy’s waist she held her close, to support in her partial squatted stance. There was no denying it - this baby was coming right here and right now, in Tracy’s bedroom. Sarah kissed her again, whispering soft words of encouragement while her best friend pushed and grunted into her mouth. The sound alone made her stomach flip and heart flutter. God, you were beautiful!
After a rather strong and forceful push the mother-to-be groaned with frustration. If she wasn’t holding the emerging sphere at the apex of Tracy’s thighs Sarah would have been confused, but she understood. The baby had retreated slightly.
“It’s okay sweetie, he’s coming. Just taking it slowly. He’ll be out soon.” She pulled Tracy close, letting her hang against her while she recovered from the contraction. “Take a breath, get all that oxygen down to him. And then we’ll keep going on the next one.”
She could feel Tracy rocking over her hand, grinding against her thumb, so Sarah increased the pressure a little bit. Dancing over and around her clit in more focused moves. It was obviously helping. “That’s it, focus on the pleasure, not the pain. All that pressure and fullness, you are so incredible darling, so ready to give birth. Are you happy delivering here Trace, or do you want to move?”
The part of birth most women were scared of was quickly becoming Tracy’s favorite, and she knew that was only because Sarah was here. Her words, her kisses and her cupping of Tracy’s crowning opening were somehow so erotic. Am I having an orgasmic birth? She had read about those of course, how pleasure can be helpful in managing the pain of childbirth. Tracy never thought she would actually experience it. Here they were though, her best friend’s fingers on her clit, her baby’s head emerging into Sarah’s hand. Tracy’s dark nipples were leaking slowly, droplets of milk dripping down her heavy laboring belly.
“Nnnrgghhhhhhhhh! Keep p-pressing… ooohhhhhhhh my god!” She cried out loudly, clit throbbing against Sarah’s fingers, slick with arousal now, not just birthing fluids. Her baby’s head pushed forward, retreating only a tiny bit now. “He’s c-coming… nnnhhhhhhh he’s coming into… mmhhhh into your hand love.” Tracy didn’t know if something was wrong with her but this was so damn erotic. She was birthing her baby into her girlfriend’s hand… her lover's hand? We’d figure all that out later.
Humming and rocking, Tracy focuses on the pleasure she feels, Sarah’s eyes on her swollen form and the feel of her hand cupping his crowning head. “Mmhhhhh I’m g-good here… right here…” she answers Sarah’s question about moving. Her belly lifts slightly, the oval shape tense with a contraction. “P-pushing for you gorgeous… ooohhh oohhh-NNRGGHHHHHHHH!” Grunting loudly, she felt his head stretching her delicate tissues. It was painful but it was working, she was filling Sarah’s palm up.
Her fingers weren’t taking a break. It was like without a word, Sarah knew that she needed the pleasure. “Sarah!” She cries out the name with a shudder, “Don’t s-stop… mmhhhhh nnnrgghhhhhhhhhh! His head’s COMING!” Tracy gasps as it shoots out into her lover’s hand, her orgasm peaking. Her eyes roll back, her toes curl and a mixture of birthing fluids and arousal gushing out of the birthing woman. Her baby’s head now dangling between her thighs.
The strength of her pushing, her orgasm, and the instant release of pressure made Tracy wobble, knees softening with sudden exhaustion. With the baby’s head in one hand, Sarah’s other arm quickly wrapped around her waist, keeping her safe and steady on her feet.
“Whoa— breathe Trace— you’re okay. The head’s out, you did it!!! You did it darling.” She kissed the side of her lover’s sweaty flushed cheek, gripping Tracy’s waist and keeping one steady hand between her legs. “I need you to hold on to the bed now honey, okay? I need to check how baby is doing.”
Tracy releases a few gasping breaths as she recovers from birthing the head. Unable to answer she nods along and makes sure she steady before Sarah lets her go. “Mmhhh mhhhhh mhhhhh…” Her moans sound primal, natural. Her body feels like this is exactly what it was meant to do. I’m hoping she wants more babies. . . Tracy can’t help but think to herself. Another thought pops into her head, if Sarah had one of their babies… it’s almost enough to send Tracy into another orgasm.
Once Sarah was confident Tracy’s knees weren’t about to give out, and once her hands left her shoulders and moved to the bedpost, she gently let go of her waist. Every inch of her roommate was trembling; adrenaline, exhaustion, orgasm…. an overwhelming combination. Sarah slowly lowered into a squat and knelt on the floor in front of her, eyes roaming every swollen curve of her still-pregnant body on the way down. She noticed the beads of milk from Tracy’s enlarged nipples had managed to get to her bump and were running over its slightly flattened surface. Kneeling between her legs, Sarah’s hands shook and slowly lowered to reveal the head that had not long pushed against her palm. Your son.
“Oh my gosh Tracy, I can see him. I can see his little face. He’s beautiful.” The tears pricked and gathered at the corners of her eyes. Hanging between Tracy’s thighs was the red chubby perfect face of her child.
“I… I don’t know what to do…” uncertainty suddenly sobered the friend up and was now panicking slightly once again. Sarah gently cupped his head, using her hands to wipe some of the blood and fluids from his face. “I erm… I need to check for a cord right…?”
Sarah was monologuing. Neither of them were experts at delivering babies, but she had enough of an interest to retain that fact. She wasn’t sure if Tracy had even heard her, her curvaceous body was swaying ever so slightly and a contented hum was singing from her chest. She didn’t know if she was contracting or just waiting, but Tracy looked very much “in the zone”. A gorgeous labouring woman, standing above her.
“Y-Yes the cord. . . Just feel mmhhhh gently around his neck.” Tracy pants out, her legs spreading a tad bit more. She felt the ache in her hips, one that felt like it was never going to go away. Her baby’s weight was nestled firmly in her pelvis, waiting to be pushed through. It was painful but also the most incredible and rewarding feeling.
She winces when Sarah pushes her fingers inside her abused sex, alongside the baby’s neck. Waiting for confirmation, not wanting to hurt him or herself, before she gears up to push. Once she gets the all clear, her belly tenses once more and she grunts loudly.
“Nnnrgghhhhhhhhhh! C-Come on baby boy… nnnrgghhhhhhh!” Tracy feels light headed for a second, needing to adjust her stance. “S-Squat. . .” She breathes out, starting to carefully turn her body with Sarah’s help. Eventually she settles down, her back resting against the bed, facing her still-naked lover. There’s a mirror across from where the pair are situated, Tracy’s eyes were fixated on the intimate scene of her baby coming. . . hopefully our baby. Her belly is lower than it’s ever been and the shape is an elongated orb. Her full breasts sit atop of it, slowly leaking milk by the drop, nipples large and dark. Tracy’s entire body had a thin sheen of sweat over it, hair was stuck to the sides of her temples. God I’m really birthing.
The best part, her favorite view, was her son’s head hanging from between her legs, curls on his slick head. He looked big, perfect but big. Tracy’s eyes focus on him as she pushes again, watching the fruits of her literal labor.
Tracy was as gorgeous as Mother Earth herself to Sarah at this moment. Her belly still large and full, hanging between her thighs as she squatted down. So primal and flexible and so focused on this ancient beautiful process.
“Yes Trace! Keep it going, big big push for me darling!” Sarah encouraged, her hands shaking slightly between her partner’s legs as she cradled the head of their emerging son. The baby was turning, mouth moving, already wriggling and yet so much of him still to be born. The shoulders pressed against Tracy’s skin, stretching her body open, white and thin as the beginning of his large torso slipped out. “Oooh! One shoulder… two! He’s coming darling. He’s coming!” Sarah blindly narrated, as if the other woman couldn’t feel exactly what was happening. Sarah’s joy and awe and shock all rolled into one.
Even with only his top half delivered Sarah was surprised at how heavy he was, that something so big and weighty had been lodged in her best friend’s hips for so long. No wonder Tracy had struggled so much during these last few weeks.
Tracy could feel her body submitting to the stretch, to the birth. Her son’s torso stretching her open as she worked and strained to bring her child into the world.
On hearing Tracy’s continued grunting pushes, her hands cupped as more and more of the baby emerged. “Keep it going!!! He’s almost here! One more push, sweetie, one more!!!” And with a low primal roar of effort, the baby suddenly shot from Tracy’s body into her waiting palms.
“NNRGGGHHHHH! M-My baby!” Tracy cried out, tears streaming down her cheeks as she felt the heavy weight of her son come out of her sore abused sex. A gush of fluid accompanies him, soaking her thighs and the floor beneath.
Sarah couldn’t help but cry as well, tears rolling down her cheeks as she lifted the wailing new little life and placed him immediately on her roommate’s belly. “Y-you did it Trace…. Here’s… here’s your son.”
“Mmhhhh h-hi. . . hi baby boy.” Tracy’s voice squeaks with emotion. She immediately places a hand on his back, holding him to her no-longer-pregnant belly. “Sarah. . . I couldn’t have done that without you honey.” She gives a tired grin and tilts her lips towards her roommate, her best friend, her partner. “Thank you.”
Sarah felt more tears in her eyes, realizing that this was just the beginning for the three of them. “Anything for you and our newest roommate.” She kisses the baby’s head, pondering when she could give him a brother or sister.
Contains: Rapid pregnancy, masturbation, orgasmic birthing, and fluffy couple nonsense
Description: Years following the birth of her first child Ruby finds a spell to live through her birth fetish one more time. Will she be responsible and end the spell before things get out of hand? Or will she lose another lover that experiences her indulging in her greatest kink?
She took one more glance in the other room before she decided to go down. The course of the night had been constant surveillance into the other room. The second, third, and fourth times she peered, she saw her partner, Alf, leaned over her Weiss’, her son's bed with a picture book in his hands. She couldn’t help but smile, dealing with a toddler was exhausting work, and Alf was adamant about bearing as much responsibility as Ruby did.
Ruby hastily made her way down the steps in her cellar with a bag of goods in a large basket, haphazardly leaving the doors open. She figured she wouldn’t be long.
Every step echoe in ways that she had never realized before.
“Have I gained weight?” She asked herself. Her footsteps had grown louder and her nightgown was filled with even more body than the last time she had paid attention. Another insecurity was the last thing the poor woman needed.
She was average. In every sense of the word. Average height, average eyes, average bust, wit a body type that could be described as soft. The only things that weren’t typical of the young woman were features of herself she saw as actively detrimental.
Ruby was a divorcee and a mother. Gone was her purity and the intimacy of sharing her firsts with her new partner. Her body held onto the postpartum weight, but she had assumed that the youth of the very beginning of her second decade would make her body bounce back. The more she denied, the more it became clear to the young woman.
Ruby was used goods. She had already ruined every prospect of self respect in her future, and she had done it in record time. These thoughts had become reality in Ruby’s mind a long time ago. Meeting Alf was a feat of it itself, and the relationship that had been cultivated for Alf to accept Ruby and her young son was nothing short of a miracle. And for the future she wanted with him, she could do anything in her power to keep it.
The young woman clutched the spellbook to her chest tightly. The worn leather clung to her body and she felt its gold band through the clothing.
There was hope for her. The way that Alf acted around her son was exceptionally telling. He was every bit the father she wanted her children to have. If she could do it all again, Alf would have been Weiss’ father. She would do anything to maintain that future.
Inside of that leather bound grimoire were hundreds of tattered parchment pages. The musty paper flipped where she had left her bookmark, polluting the air with dust that may have laid dormant for centuries. She coughed and swatted the fumes as the book cracked open.
The handwriting is indicative to the font of generations long past. It’s content being in a dialect she could barely understand, but she finally landed on the elevator of the table of contents where Ruby’s fingers stopped on a dime.
‘Incubus Kiss’
The page below it was filled with the cryptic instruction of how to activate the spell. In her bag were household items, a sewing needle, an egg, exotic flowers and spices. As the ingredients were laid out together in a magical circle immediately all of the components hovered.
Wind formulated in the room. The gusts flew irregularly and erratic, it was as if thousands of faeries whizzed past her body. All of the materials swarmed around her with the winds of a miniature tornado picking up around her. Ruby was in its eye. The air twisted and blew her nightgown gently over her hips.
“W-woah!” Ruby blushed, instinctually holding her skirt above her body. Her underwear stayed in place. As if the winds were only interested in the exposed skin directly above the material, as soon as it flowed into her lower stomach the air dissipated.
The air was eerily still now, at the moment, she didn’t feel different. But now, she saw the cobblestone road beneath her, far clearer than the simple adaptation to her glasses. The light came from her.
Dulled from underneath her gown, Ruby lifted her skirt to find the source of the light hot pink tattoo flamed into existence against her clear skin, illuminating the dimly lit room. The crest wore directly above her crotch and towards her uterus that took the form of a heart with curved outlines suggestively tracing vague lines around her reproductive organs with a heart flared around her uterus and flames drawing sharp, pervasive lines of her fallopian tubes and ovaries.
Before she could stare too long a tingle diffused into her lower stomach
“Eek!” Ruby cried as an otherworldly force began to inflame deep inside of the young mother. Her hands flew to her mouth before her eyes slowly looked down at her tattoo.
The crest lit up the entire cellar as the magic worked at its full capacity. Warmth flooded her midsection, like hot tea being poured against her skin. Pressure filled the skin above her womb and a tingle on either side of her uterus filled her with every ounce of lust she felt during ovulation. The warmth surrounded her body as she felt the area between her legs getting hot.
“Hahh-” buzzed from her lips as she felt a compulsive pleasure claim her body. Her mind was invaded with flashbacks of her greatest sexual experiences like she was living through them again.
Her vision was a collage of Alf and the many positions. His tongue embedded between her legs while he ate her standing in a semi-public walkway, savoring every ounce of her. Her legs collapsed beneath her when the images of her getting on her hands and knees. She could feel his long cock spread her insides far enough to poke through her stomach. The upside down angle when he guided her chin to look up as he took her from behind.
Her chest heaved up and down as she flipped herself over. She drooled at the thought of the greatest sex she ever had in her life. She could stare as her imagination conjured the feeling of his large, slender body as he rutted into her hungrily. Every one of his thrusts sent ripples through her maternally shaped body. She felt the thumping over the entrance of her cervix, the opening to her uterus that quaked to be filled. Grunting like a woman possessed
“Mnnhh~!” Ruby moaned, remembering the night of passion. It was as if her pussy was contracting around Alf’s pistoning cock. Womb quivering, missionary sex. It was the feeling she had craved since she had gotten pregnant with her son.
Breeding.
“Annnhh~!” She failed to stifle a high pitched gasp. Her throaty growl into elation made her womb descend to accept the mysterious. The sudden sensations felt like the fluid was diffusing into her womb, uterus inflating with viscous fluids that clung to the walls of her uterus. The tattoo illuminated again, like a gas lamp was exposed to the crested area.
Vertigo claimed her entire body as if all of the symptoms of her first trimester washed over her in a moment. She could feel her stomach acid coming up as Ruby covered her mouth. As soon as she thought she could vomit the discomfort, nausea claimed her vision. The room spun around her, and the only thing Ruby could do was stare at her stomach as the loose fabric of her nightgown grazed her soft stomach.
“N-no way!” she thought to herself. She opened her legs to pull her gown taut. It was slight, but the subtle curve.Instantaneously it felt like the viscous fluids within her took solid form, inflating her and beginning to stretch the rigid walls of her uterus.
The tattoo lit up again. The aches and pains were all overcome by the intense tingling induced by the spell. “Auuuooohhh~” Ruby moaned as her stomach become distended slightly. Ruby felt her loose nightgown unable to reach her thighs
“Hah-hah-hah-!” Ruby panted as she felt the mass begin to push out her midsection. In a matter of milliseconds her nausea subsided but the sensations were immediately replaced with intense arousal as a cascade of hormones flooded her body. The small mass only grew and took the form of rigid limbs within her.
She felt her lower half expand as her underwear struggled to contain her thickening thighs. The flesh on her hips plumpened until soft flesh began to spill from her waistline. Subconsciously, she felt her begin to lean forward as her weight was skewed in front of her. She felt her gown grow scratchy against her nipples, and when she looked down, her breasts had begun to spill out from the sides of her sleepwear entirely!
The part that grew the most was her roundening belly. Weight and pressure focussed around the very center of her navel. A pinch of pain and a knob of bare, exposed flesh laid exposed into the air. “Ouhhhh!” She moaned as her naval had popped free, relieving some of the pressure on her poor stomach.
Her soft body had completely rounded out. She was exactly where she was when she turned 20, the motherly marks of her body disappeared into her rounded form.
Her pitch heightened as her eyes grew wide. She could feel the stitches coming undone on her delicates. “My… m-m-m-m-my!” Her cheeks flushed her deepest shade of scarlet. The shape of a child rapidly developing in her. In the most imperative moment of the spell, at Ruby’s most sensitive she stared at her naked, mountainous stomach in front of her.
A little point of a foot pushed her skin into a little point with more movements fluttering behind it.
“Oh gods. Oh my gods!” It truly happened! The spell had worked. Her trembling fingers rubbed at her stomach. She was soft, definitely softer than she was after her first pregnancy. But the fit with her body felt more natural. The tattoo around her stomach had grown with her, consuming an unignorable portion of her belly, evident that she had submitted to a supernatural power to put herself into her current state
Her stomach was soft, she could squish her stomach, poke, and prod the sorcery induced child within and feel it move inside its cramped room. Yet, under her fingers the muscles around this life filled space she called her uterus and it began to harden. The thumping of her fingers made Ruby bite her lip into its growing sensitivity. Before she could celebrate the relief of the spell working a moan undulated from her throat.
“Mnnnghh!” She groaned as she felt that weight surge downwards.
Her pregnancy wasn’t over yet.
“A-ahhhh!!” Ruby stumbled. She felt her legs fall unbalanced from under her like her legs locked completely.. Her weight completely distended forward, catching her body off guard. Though the spell had primed her womb to swell with child, the rest of her body struggled to hold the weight.
Ruby stumbled as her legs tried to remember how she used to stand right before she gave birth to Weiss. She needed every ounce of muscle memory to stabilize her body.
The weight of this one was practically identical, her first singleton child that she went overdue with by a week. With all of her womb distended it pushed against all of her organs as the symptoms of instant extreme pregnancy jutted out her ribcage and misplaced her insides.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her child dropped into her rapidly opening cervix.
“O-Oh!!” She gasped as she felt the room around the magical child constrict dramatically. With a powerful twinge an ankle covering amount of fluids shot out from between her legs and drenched the skirt of her gown.
She panted while she leaned her weight against the wall. As soon as she could stand with relative comfort Ruby looked down and her eyes grew wide. The round distention of her nightgown consumed all of her peripheral vision.
Ruby was scared to open her legs. The feeling of the magical baby’s round head sitting so close right above her crotch, she was scared that if she opened her legs the baby would fly out of her.
In an act of trust towards her pelvic floor she groaned as she allowed her knees to separate. Her womb continued to shift, it was like every breath brought her body closer to crowning. But at this very moment, it stopped for long enough to observe all of the changes in her body.
She undid the top button of her gown and freed the clothing from her top, letting her over the shape of her belly and gushed over her pregnant form. She felt so natural as a mother as she twirled with her bump with a massive smile on her face.
Every ridge and fold of her skin filled her with the familiar intoxication of being pregnant. With all of her will she tried to fight the intrusive thoughts. The tingling that overtook her body.
When was the next time she was going to feel this big?
She reached down and touched herself, missing the feeling of her sensitive, swollen folds. Ruby blushed with how hungrily they clung to her fingers and how wet her insides had gotten at her excitement. Even though this mysterious child didn’t fall from her immediately, it’s real place from within her wasn’t too far behind. The young mother’s fingers felt the dropped head.
Between her legs she gasped as her fingers immediately sunk into her vagina that had grown incredibly soft and tight. She had to let either strap of her underwear down her hips and thighs one strap at a time. A glistening line of thick wetness connected her outstretched vulva to her underwear Kept her soaked panties onto her body, letting the soft fabric cling to her hips
And her breasts, she had stopped nursing about a year ago. The spell had tricked her body to perk back up again with swollen ducts.
Her fingers explored her inner thighs, sensitive with the struggle of pushing out the magical baby. Her body was a blaze, aroused as the intensity seized her body, over, and over again. The loss of control with every breath, uncontrollable sensations that forced the young mother to address her body’s desire to birth the lively babe inside of her.
“Ahhh…” Ruby sighed, feeling herself bend over to her own fingers. Her legs buckled to the self induced attention. Her fingers pushed past her own tightness with the pressure of her belly weighing into her walls. The walls that had been neglected throughout her last pregnancy.
Ruby shooed away the dirty thoughts. She was here for a reason that was greater than depraved masturbation. Her only responsibility was to listen to her body trying to give birth to the faux child within her.
Before long, a pinch in her womb grew to a full body constriction centered against her midsection. The infant progressed gradually down her birth canal, making the mother take a deep gasp with her head towards the sky.
“O-oh!” Her breath hitched as she felt the head begin to stretch her lips. The curve of the baby’s head stretched her out wonderfully, making use of every millimeter of her swollen puffy folds. She loved how the head made her feel. The overwhelming pressure of the mass in her stomach emerging into the world.
It's size sat with familiarity with a sliver at her opening. Was it really about to be over so soon?
Ruby couldn’t see past her belly. Though her young hole stretched around that head, she had no idea where it was.
The delicate little sphere that pushed her legs open. It was so small and round with the motherly instinct to protect it. From her upright position, she held her hand mirror between her legs to see the wet head exposed to the cold cellar air.
Ruby’s fingers groped all over the orb caught beneath her fingers, thick fluids and membranes made her sex unbelievably slick.
She moaned as her fingers caught her hot, bulged out skin. The magic had perfectly replicated the feeling of a head pushing through her crotch. The pregnant woman’s fingers explored herself further. How her vulva stretched deliciously around that round, wet orb, Her perineum was on fire.
“A-ahh.” Before Ruby knew it, she was playing with the crown as she slouched flat on her back once again. The inefficient position that poised the child's head back into her opening. Her insides were burning up, she was panting and purring to the mass that stretched her vagina.
The pleasure that drowned out all of the pain. The burning of the round skull separating her folds. The same thing that made the father of her first child leave her. She wanted the future so bad. But for one moment, Ruby needed to indulge herself, she needed it like she needed to breathe. If she didn’t cum this head out, she would die.
Her clit bulged grotesquely from her. She was masturbating with a completely different body! She could feel the head shift from the force. Her other fingers would slip and stroke the wet hair, a reminder that the partially birthed child was right there.
“Yeagh… Ye-ah… Oh my god…” she moaned. Her clit was a button of pure heat and ecstasy that made her gasp full capacity into her lungs. Ruby’s back arched and she could feel the head shift and crown just a little further as she pushed against gravity.
As her hips lowered she felt her chest heave with the massive weight of her inflated breasts . Her hands rubbed her clit hard enough to send tremors that wobbled her popped bust. It took an entire arm holding her breasts to stabilize them, and even still, they spilled out of her grasp. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive in labor.
One hand cupped a singular breast as a finger pinched and flicked her chocolate brown areolas.
Her eyes were going into the back of her head. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, panting like a dog. She was fucking herself stupid at the sensations of childbirth, exactly like she had done when giving birth to Weiss.
As she flicked her clit the baby’s head threatened to shoot out of her with all of the power of her building orgasm. If she had let go of the head the incantation would have flown out of her long before she would have come.
The most embarrassing display of her own lust in her own solitude. She felt her eyes cross with her tongue hanging far outside of her mouth. The ugly sound of a guttural groan.
“OUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!” She screamed. Her legs opened to accept the form of the baby receding back into her. The room lit up with the familiar glow of punk from her tattoo. The inside of her womb pushed her womb outward, each already identifiable feature of her child grew even larger, more pressure welled up within.
“GHOOOOUUUGGHHH!!” Her thighs trembled. As the large crown spread her pussy again Ruby’s tissues clung and circled around the head as she masturbated with the push.
“Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-HoOOOOOGGGGGHHH!” Her teeth clenched. The silhouette of her child receded into her. The torso entered ofer body again, the shoulders jerked her insides.
“GHHHOOOOUUUUGGGGG-FUCK!!” She came again as the weight of the head forced back into her. One eyelid fluttered as her words became inaudible.
Her orgasm was stifled by the powerful force of the head receding back into her birth canal. Her walls closed in on the round head, in the middle of Ruby’s orgasm. Her body fought to reject Ruby’s animalistic nature to finally give birth. The body apathetically entered back into her body, undoing all of the progress, the shape of the babe forced back inside of her.
Ruby rested on her face and knees with enough to support her stomach. Her body equilibrated its euphoria and logic as she came back to her senses.
I got a little carried away…
Ruby’s stomach looked even larger than before. Although her waters had broken, the walls of her uterus felt even more tight and uncomfortable. In her hazy, post-orgasm state.
She noticed the last word of the page being cut off, and Ruby’s eyes grew wide. No title, a continuation of rules and conditions, another half page of rules she didn’t account for when she greedily indulged her greatest kink for the final time.
Two rules immediately caught her eye:
‘The infant will continue to grow linearly, indicated by the glowing of the crest’
Ruby looked down. The child must have grown at least 2 kg the way its dense weight slammed against her body.
‘At feelings of intense sexual pleasure, the birthing clause will be reset’
She could feel the growing pains of the magical fetus weigh down on her body. Her muscles grew sore as they attempted to support the weight of the plumpening child inside of her. Ruby attempted to move to distribute her weight in some way, any way to relieve the soreness and ultimately landed on her hands and knees.
The head remained at the entrance of her birth canal, and when a contraction binded her stomach Ruby finally bore down
As her stomach clenched into a rock her lips whimpered, taking a deep breath into her lungs. “Heeeeeeehhhh…” She held onto the breath into her chest, waiting and squirming as the contraction took hold of her body.
At its peak, she bore down with all of her might. “Ooooohhhhhh.” The contraction continued. Textbook from. But when she was this focussed on labor, nothing happened
The sensations of labor sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure to her crotch.
“Ngggghhh!” She groaned through gritted teeth. The head grew larger against the opening of her cervix. Each kick knocked the wind out of her. Yet, she felt herself grow wetter with the weight that encumbered her. Her stomach was pressed into the cold, hard cobble.
The baby was so large now. Her pushes barely moved the infant an inch. Despite being in the middle of a contraction. Her stomach still grew right before her.
She crawled towards the wall and dragged her growing body against the cold, wet stone. Felt all of her curves hang from under her, she felt like a naughty breeder, carrying the weight of all of her pleasure.
Ruby huffed her weight to a knee and began to stand, one foot at a time. She leaned against the wall, hoping that her upright position would assist the weight down into her with the increasing heft. The muscles of womb were yielding to the false baby within
To her horror, the pain was only matched by an even greater pleasure that seized her entire standing body. While the head parked against her pelvis the bulge grew. The fetus Remained at a deadlock from inside of her.
Gasping and pushing wildly, she had no clue whether it was an orgasm or a contraction. The clauses of the spell acted at the same time. Every time she pushed and made a little bit of progress the baby spread open her insides and grew again.
With two unbelievable pushes that shook her entire core and left the mother light headed. For her hardest pushes she was rewarded with absolutely nothing. Her plump stomach was stretching red to its full capacity. Her skin had grown hot and sensitive, and with the hard head against her cervix she wasn’t sure how her vagina would handle the new mass.
Anxiety built within the young mother. Without a second thought, she thought of the only solution she could think of. The doors were open.
“ALLLLLLLLLLLF!!!” Ruby pleaded across the hall of her cellar.
She heard the cellar door small against the stone walls, the metal fence crashed open as swift, frantic footsteps followed Ruby’s echoing pleas. As the footsteps became closer, Ruby recognized that her situation was about to get much, much stranger.
Alf turned the corner. His dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead. His sensitive elven ears twitched in their fully perked up state as he found Ruby. He took one step towards his partner as he was halted to the appearance of her body.
She was splayed out onto her side completely nude as she laid across her nightgown, cold, exposed, naked, and very pregnant.
“Oh gods…” Alf uttered anxiously as he tenderly approached his partner. One of his stable arms wrapped under Ruby’s back, lifting her from the cobble floor. He cradled Ruby’s head, making sure that she was lucid. “Are you okay?!”
Ruby could barely meet his gaze. Whether embarrassment or exhaustion, she couldn’t bare to see what he could assume, but she knew she needed his help. Her body couldn’t spare her a moment to fabricate a lie.
“It… Hurts…” Ruby managed as she felt her legs open again. With only the slightest of hesitation Alf assisted Ruby , carrying the weight of her body in order to use all of her strength to bear down. He stuffed his hand into her palm, and instinctively she gripped with all of her force.
The elf looked at her perplexed. As he looked between her legs his eyes grew wide. Deeply embedded her sore, red pussy as the sliver of something round inside of her. A head was poking out!
“I’m sorry!” Ruby apologized with panic and fear in her eyes. Ruby's beautiful hole bulged forward. Her pussy that she shared with him their most intimate nights, unprotected. Her snarls and groans of labor filled the room as she lost all composure to the unyielding head trapped behind her pelvis.
“It’s okay, let’s get you through this!”
The muscles between her legs remained tight. Her entire body remained tight as it consumed all of the oxygen she took into her erratic breaths. Amidst the panic, one instinct reigned supreme that demanded Ruby’s full attention, a fight between her life and the faux life within.
“Push!”
“Gnnnngghhh!!” She bore down with all of her might. She focussed entirely on childbirth. Her tissues felt so tense. Her birth canal closed around every surface of her child as it refused to make progress from inside of her. Heavy pants echoed against the walls. “I can't!” She cried.
“You can, Ruby!”
“I’m so tired…” Her heat and coolness perplexed the mother. She didn’t even know what she wanted him to do. She wanted, no, she needed the baby out! Her life depended on it!
The instincts of her struggle lit a flame that she tried her best to conceal. She was holding her breath and pushing against her contractions with complete disregard for her natural urges for sexual pleasure. Her teeth grinded together as she tried to suppress the horrific growl of her body’s mortal urges.
“Get it out, please, pull it oUUUTTT!!” She could feel her voice go hoarse as she screamed into the burning head.
Out of options, Alf followed her instruction, yet as his fingers grazed her, Ruby’s hips shot up, her vulva stretching around the large orb.
“HHHHA!” Ruby gasped as she felt his hands gently caress her bulging nether regions. In an instant all of her muscles relaxed as she thrusted into Alf’s hands. With all of her bottlenecked effort the head exploded out of her. The strict rules of another orgasm forced the birthed head to disappear back into his partner under his very palms. The pink crest shined from her stomach once again.
He recognized the tattoo as it glowed. Ruby’s head shot towards the ceiling with a throaty groanas another 2 kg of weight grew inside of her contracting stomach. The crest bore a striking resemblance to the characteristic symbol of a sex demon despite Ruby being a pure human. Alf looked around the room and saw the ancient text near Ruby’s body
“‘Incubus Kiss’!” Alf shouted in his realization. Of all of their dirty conversations Ruby remained reserved. “A Lust Training spellbook… Ruby…” Alf’s head cocked towards his partner. A look she couldn’t quite identify, opting to hide out in shame.
“I wanted to tell you after we had a baby.” . Ruby could only look away as her partner came to the conclusion. She remembered the look of Weiss’ father in disgust as he looked at Ruby birthing their child.
A hand clasped her chin. Alf guided her eyes back to his, and to her surprise, he wore a warm smile of relief.
“I can’t believe you’d look forward to having our child? How could I possibly be mad at you for being excited about this?”
His reassurance could almost make her forget the massive weight that would soon decimate her crotch once more.
Almost.
“HOO!” Her face scrunched with intensity as a force squeezed against her gigantic uterus.
Ruby got into the only position she hadn’t tried left. A shameful position. She squatted back to the balls of her feet and spread her legs for her partner. The massive head shifted in irresistible ways that stretched her cervix to the very limit of her pelvis. The head was a tight squeeze that made Ruby lightheaded with all of the pressure.
Alf offered his hands to stabilize her position, allowing him to show off her ripe body in the act of labor. It was as if he took a glimpse into the future.
“I need you to look at me. You mustn't cum until the baby is completely out.”
Through pointed lips, Ruby nodded with understanding. Her hips rolled as the next contraction seized her body. Loosened up with the curious gaze of her partner she felt her muscles open up to the incredible diameter of the head. She moaned through grit teeth as her birth canal was mercilessly spread
“Unhhhh~!” She moaned with embarrassment, fruitlessly attempting to hide her deep scarlet blush. His large hands moved them to get a good look at the bliss in her eyes.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, a gentle hand stroking her body. Kissed by acute, magical pregnancy his fingers teased around her midsection. Through a groan Ruby mustered a hazy nod. He felt her stomach tighten with the incredible force to labor such a large child. Her trembling body with her powerful will.
“That was an amazing push.” Alf praised her. “The head is spreading you so nicely.”
Ruby could feel her blush deepen and her heart pound to the praise. His words and his actions lubed up her birth canal for even more progress to be made.Alf gently stroked the false child's crown as her tissues opened up for the massive baby.
“Make those beautiful noises, my love.” Her heart skipped a beat. She realized she could finally share her most shameful trait with another person.
“OUUUUGHHHH!!!” She shrieked as she felt the head open up with her effort
She was grinding the air. In her grotesque squat with a crowning head dangling between her legs, all her hips could do was make the head Rub against her sensitive areas. She felt Alf’s arm pull her into a deep embrace that gently restrained the mother. His palm cupped the head, letting Ruby’s body ease the gigantic dome through her vulva and denying another orgasm.
“Gnnnngghhhh!!!” She moaned into Alf’s strong shoulder. The head slowly made progress into his hand was Ruby began to pant out the massive head, little by little. He couldn’t help but picture his partner with the wet head of his child engaged in her pelvis.
“UNNNNGGGHHHH!!!” She pushed with the contraction, against Alf’s supportive hand and with her desperate body the massive head popped free from her sex.
The tattoo glowed again. The partially born infant began to glow, and in Alf’s hands, grew even more, expanding Ruby’s opening.
“OWWWWWWWWW!!” Ruby screamed in a loss of control to the bliss. The shoulders spread her open and forced Ruby cross eyed as she felt her entrance widen with the explosion of girth.
“Almost there, give me a strong push for those big shoulders, and I’ll give you a reward.”
Her thighs trembled at the prospect. She could feel the thick shoulders bulging slowly from her upright position. Drool pooled on her tongue as groans leaked out of her mouth from every impulse in her body that told her to cum. But she wouldn’t.
She clenched her knees and met the final contraction. The head wiggled from between her legs from the effort of moving such a mass from inside of her. Ruby could feel the mass slowly descend down as she delivered the rest of the massive body into Alf’s supportive hands.
Alf lowered between her legs and flicked his tongue against her little button above the head. “MNNNGGGHHOOOOOOHHHH-!!!!” Ruby screamed as pleasure seized her body. Alf pulled the body from her as she squirted the baby’s massive body free from her.
Alf pulled a glowing child into Ruby’s sight, the endorphins of her orgasm and childbirth caused the mother to giggle with satisfaction for the partner that made her cum in childbirth. The child was about 12 kg and the length of her arm. And as the couple doted over the babe it began to dissipate into pink particles into a little gust of wind.
Though the false child was gone, she knew that she would do this again with Alf’s child.
Orgasmic birth does something to me. Like there's already birth that's super hot. Something so heavy is sinking into your pelvis, your belly squeezing on itself, and you're pushing uncontrollably. Your legs are splayed out as you're grunting and yelling and panting.
Then the orgasmic part kicks in, and the grunts turn into moans. Tdick throbbing because your hole is starting to stretch and bulge around this huge baby. You don't even realize you're trying to reach it and pump/rub it frantically going "ah, ah, aAAHH IM GONNA CUM!!" and then seeing stars and screaming in pure ecstasy from the pain and pleasure of the head popping out.
Lucky for you, the shoulders are also a piece of work. Have fun!
As much as I like being the one who’s carrying in many pregnancy and birth scenarios I’m kinda 😵💫 thinking about stroking my partner’s swollen clit while they labor because they heard orgasms help manage the pain… except no matter how electric and sensitive their clit gets, they can’t cum with the baby so low into their birth canal. But they don’t tell me to stop, so I don’t. Even when their entire crotch begins to bulge, I follow their shrinking clit and keep teasing the head. They’re screaming and trying to thrash by the time they’re crowning, and while they fear their clit might just rip apart, I’m still there, circling it, driving them to the wildest edge of sensation.
With their final, desperate push, they arch their back and rut their hips forward, grinding their overwhelmed clit against my hand, and they cum my baby out with a desperate sob.
