You and your best friend Lucas were more like siblings than best friends. The two of you went into each other's homes without knocking, spent weeks at each other's houses over the summers, and referred to their families as your own. This meant you were constantly forced to be around his little sister, Amelie. She was a bit of a pain, constantly followed you around, and was clingy with you.
Even now, when you were 24 and Amelie was 21, she was still a pain. She was moody, fidgety, and kept fussing with her clothes. She wouldn't sit still or even take an edible with you. No chill, that girl. You were all on a trip with Lucas' family at their cottage and she insisted on spending most of the trip holed up in her room.
It was late that night. You were tired from a day of skiing, getting into an absolutely childish snowball fight (one of the few things Amelie participated in) and the edible had worn off. You were just about to go to your shared room with Lucas when you passed Amelie's room. The door was shut, but you could hear some strange noises on the other side.
"Amelie?" You paused. The noises went dead quiet. You rolled your eyes. "Mia, these walls are thin, getting off is the worst--" You hesitated as you heard a muffled moan of pain.
Without thinking, you pushed the door open.
She was a sight. Amelie was on her bed, curled up and clutching her stomach, which was massive. If you'd ever seen a full term pregnancy, that was certainly one.
"Holy shit, Mia," you breathed. "When were you planning on telling me about that?"
"Never," She groaned, gritting her teeth. "If I had my way, and she had just waited until after the trip..."
"Wait, wait, you were trying to hide a whole-ass baby from your parents?! Why?!"
She gave you a withering look. "Because I'm supposed to be---" She sucked in a harsh breath. "Getting my education, not-"
"Getting pregnant..." You finished softly. Amelie moaned a little as she got up. Her belly dwarfed her, her leggings clinging to her curves. Under all the layers she had been wearing to conceal the pregnancy, she was just in a tank top and these leggings. It seemed by the way she was sweating, heavy layers wouldn't help her now.
Damn, her chest looked fantastic now.
You wondered how hard Lucas would punch you for thinking that.
A particularly sharp moan of pain brought you back to reality.
"Amelie, we need to get your parents and call-"
"Who?!" She said sharply. "You know damn well nobody can get up this hill in time, and they sure as well aren't going to get me down that hill in time--"
"How do you know? Babies take time--"
She whimpered, her cheeks flushed red. When her eyes met yours, filled with a desperation and an instinct that only a birthing parent could have, you knew that you didn't have time.
"Still, we should get your parents-"
"Please, no. I don't--I don't want them here." She whimpered, holding out her hand. She looked so pathetic, shaking and moaning through the pain, curled up around her secret bump.
You didn't know anything about delivering babies and now Amelie was asking you to do exactly that. Of course she was. And she knew damn well that you would do it. You had a hard time saying no to her, even if she drove you insane.
"What...what do you need?"
Amelie whimpered, shrugging her shoulders uselessly. Yeah, that was the Mia you knew. A quick, gruesome google search and a trip to the linens closet/bathroom prepared you as best you could. Amelie was squirming and whining quietly through the whole process.
"I--I think I need to check." You flushed. You'd never seen Mia naked, and now you were going to be...well, very intimate. Amelie nodded, too lost in the pain to care. You waited until the contraction stopped before checking her progress. She was very close, so close to birthing the secret child.
"You're---yeah, it's time for you to push."
Mia whined in protest at the words. "Hold me," she whimpered, tears in her eyes. You hesitated again. If anyone walked in on this, they would get the worst idea.
Then, there was no good idea in this scenario. You obliged, moving to sit with her between your legs, her back pressed to your chest. You absently rubbed her belly as she moaned and squirmed in your arms.
"It hurts..." She bit her lip, craning her neck back a little. You nodded, feeling her stomach harden with a contraction.
"P-push with the pain, and you'll get through it," you told her. Mia huffed, almost like she was protesting being told what to do, but she did oblige. She let out a noise of pain that was a little too loud.
"Fuck," she gasped, eyes wide.
"Your parents are going to hear if you keep doing that," You hissed quietly in her ear.
For the next few minutes, she was good. She kept pushing and she kept quiet, but there was also no progress.
"I...it's close, but I can't..."
You paused. "Just push."
"I--I think I'm gonna be too l-loud."
"I didn't ask what you think, Mia, I said push." You felt her shiver at your command before bearing down. She started to make a sharp noise before you slid a hand over her mouth, muffling the noise. Mia squirmed and shrieked into your hand, the noise quieted. When she stopped pushing, you moved your hand away.
"It's...the head is in my..." She whined, "It's so low, I can feel it."
You bit your lip, unsure why this information made you feel a certain way.
"Good girl, Mia. Now, keep going. Do you need me to cover your mouth again?"
She was flushed, her hair matted to her forehead with sweat, but she flashed you a small smile.
"I think I'm okay."
Amelie was pushing again, gripping your hand hard. She whimpered and gasped, writhing so much she damn near ended up in your lap. Amelie whined as a contraction ripped through her, your name slipping through her lips.
"It hurts, it hurts, please, make it stop---"
"I can't make it stop, you know that. You did this."
She sobbed, gritting her teeth through the pain. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, I think it's coming, I---"
Before she could finish, your hand was clamped over her mouth. You glanced up, staring at the mirror that was across from the bed. Her scream was raw and desperate, and it took you damn near stuffing some of a discarded scarf into her mouth to muffle the noise as she started to crown. She scrambled to get it away from her mouth when she stopped pushing.
"Please, no, I can't---"
"If you can't be quiet, I have to do it for you. Can you be quiet?"
"I---it hurts, it hurts, and I--"
"Breathe, Mia."
She took a soothing breath, her body trembling desperately. "Fuck, fuck---" Her words were desperate whispers as she devolved into pushing again. Now her pain came in hushed sobs, her teeth clenched and her hands balling into fists as she grabbed at the blanket on her bed.
"Shit, shit, I think, it's, it hurts, I don't think--"
"Oh, Mia," You breathed in awe. She was at a full crown, a full head of hair spreading her open. She was stretching beautifully, her body adapting to the clearly large child that was emerging from inside of her.
"What?! What is it?!" She was too afraid to look in the mirror, terrified of how this would affect her. You reached and grabbed her hand, pressing it between her legs.
"You're almost there. Just one or two more pushes. Slow and quiet, Mia. Breathe it out."
It was with desperate whimpers that she got through the first push. You may have taken a little longer than necessary to check the neck for a cord than necessary because the noises she made while waiting were absolutely divine.
"Last push, Amelie. You've got this."
You expected her to breathe, you expected her to whimper and whine, but instead she let out a desperate scream.
"Oh, god! It fucking hurts! Fuck, it's coming!"
She pushed hard, screaming through the agony as a large baby (a girl) slid out between her legs. After you cleared her nose and mouth, the baby started to cry.
By the time you'd handed the child to her mother, your best friend was standing in the doorway looking absolutely horrified.
"You're so lucky mom and dad are heavy sleepers..."
Mia bit her lip, her eyes wide and apologetic as she looked between the two of you.
"I--I don't know how lucky, b-because it's twins."
Summary: A mysterious encounter with a creature of the forest pulls a young woman into a passionate and dangerous love affair, culminating in a pregnancy that could cost her everything.
Warnings: MDNI. 18+. Very graphic and sexual public birth. If this is not your thing, please scroll away.
Word count: 3,600 words
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In a remote village surrounded by dense, foreboding forests, there lived a peasant woman named Elina. She was known for her beauty and resilience, with thick, dark hair that cascaded down her back, bright eyes that hinted at secrets untold, and a spirit both gentle and defiant. Elina lived on the outskirts of the village, alone in a quaint cottage where she grew herbs and vegetables to sell at the market. Though her life was simple, she was content. But that would change one fateful evening, setting her on a path she could never have anticipated.
It was a sweltering summer night, the kind where the forest seemed alive with unseen eyes. Elina was returning home from gathering herbs, her arms heavy with wildflowers and fresh leaves. The moon hung low, casting a pale glow that filtered through the treetops, when she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. She paused, her senses alert as if someone—or something—was watching her.
Turning slowly, her breath caught in her throat. Before her stood a creature unlike any she had ever seen. It was massive, towering over her by several feet, its broad shoulders hunched slightly as if perpetually ready to pounce. The beast was covered in thick, silvery fur that glinted under the moonlight, its eyes a piercing yellow that bore into her with a strange, knowing intensity. Its features were almost human—hands with thick, claw-like nails, a face framed by a wild mane, and a body that was undeniably muscular, exuding raw, primal power.
Elina should have been terrified. Every instinct told her to run, to scream, but she was rooted to the spot. The beast’s presence was overwhelming, but not entirely frightening. Instead, she felt a pull, a deep, inexplicable attraction that she couldn’t deny. The air between them was electric, charged with something far beyond fear.
“You’re not afraid,” the beast rumbled, its voice deep and resonant, sending a shiver through her body. It was a voice that seemed to vibrate in her very bones.
Elina swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving the creature’s. “What are you?”
The beast chuckled softly, a sound that was both menacing and oddly soothing. “I am what you see—a creature of the forest, bound by no rules of men.” It took a step closer, and Elina felt her heart quicken. “But tell me, why are you not running?”
Elina could only shake her head, her breath catching as the beast’s scent—musky, wild, intoxicating—filled her senses. “I… don’t know.”
The creature’s gaze softened, and with a slow, deliberate motion, it reached out, its large, clawed hand brushing a strand of hair from Elina’s face. The touch was surprisingly tender, and Elina found herself leaning into it, her body responding in ways she couldn’t control. The beast’s thumb grazed her cheek, and she shivered, a flush rising to her skin.
“You’re curious,” the beast observed, its voice lowering to a near whisper. “Just as I am curious about you.”
Elina’s breath hitched, and before she could think, the beast’s mouth descended upon hers in a kiss that was unlike any she had ever experienced. It was fierce, hungry, filled with a need that matched her own growing desire. The beast’s fur brushed against her skin, rough and soft at once, and Elina melted into the kiss, her hands finding purchase on the creature’s broad chest.
The kiss deepened, and Elina felt the world around her fade. The beast’s hands roamed her body, exploring with a mix of gentleness and possessiveness that made her head spin. She gasped as it lifted her effortlessly, pressing her back against a nearby tree. The bark bit into her skin, but she hardly noticed, too lost in the beast’s touch.
Their bodies moved together with a frantic, desperate rhythm. The beast’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading her legs as it settled between them. Elina’s dress was hiked up, and she felt the cool night air against her bare skin. The beast’s eyes never left hers, its gaze burning with an intensity that sent her pulse racing.
“You are beautiful,” it growled, its voice thick with desire. “And you are mine.”
Elina barely had time to process the words before the beast thrust into her, stretching her in a way that was both painful and deeply satisfying. She cried out, her nails digging into the beast’s fur as it filled her completely. The creature’s movements were powerful, primal, and every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.
She moaned, her body arching against the tree as the beast’s pace quickened. The sensations were overwhelming; each stroke was a mix of pleasure and pain, the beast’s size testing her limits. Elina’s breaths turned to ragged gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as the world around her blurred into a haze of sensation.
The beast growled in pleasure, its hands gripping her hips as it pounded into her with relentless intensity. Elina’s cries echoed through the forest, mingling with the creature’s guttural moans. She was on the brink, her body straining towards release, and with one final, powerful thrust, she shattered, pleasure exploding through her in waves that left her trembling.
The beast roared, burying itself deep inside her as it climaxed, its seed flooding her in a rush of heat. Elina’s head lolled back, her body spent and sated, but her mind was reeling. She had never felt anything like this—raw, untamed, and exhilarating.
They continued to meet in secret, their encounters becoming more frequent and more intense. The beast was insatiable, and Elina found herself longing for its touch, sneaking away to the forest whenever she could. Even as her belly began to swell, she could not resist the beast’s allure. They made love often, the beast’s hands roaming her growing curves, its deep voice whispering promises that made her shiver.
As the months passed, Elina’s pregnancy became impossible to hide. She wore loose, flowing dresses, but her bump was undeniable. Fear crept into her heart—what if the child looked like its father? She loved the beast, but she knew that the village would never understand. They would call her a witch, a sinner, and she would be cast out—or worse.
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The morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of the forest, casting a dappled light over the clearing where the beast’s den was nestled. She stood at the entrance, her swollen belly so round and heavy that it seemed to defy gravity, hanging low between her legs. Each step she took was slow, her hips swaying with the weight of their unborn child, and every movement brought her closer to him.
He was waiting for her, his eyes glowing with a predatory hunger that made her pulse quicken. His massive form moved with a fluid grace that belied his size, fur shimmering under the sun. She could feel his gaze lingering on her, tracing the curve of her belly, the swell of her breasts, and the flush on her cheeks. Desire thrummed between them, an unspoken need that neither could resist.
Without a word, she approached him, her breath hitching as he pulled her close. His strong, furred arms wrapped around her, his body heat washing over her like a wave. She let out a soft, needy moan as his claws gently traced the outline of her bulging abdomen, sending shivers down her spine. His touch was both tender and possessive, his breath hot against her ear.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he growled, his voice low and rumbling, vibrating through her chest. “Carrying my child… I can’t get enough of you.”
She gasped as he pressed closer, his erection hard and insistent against her thigh. The primal need in his eyes matched her own, and she couldn’t help but arch into him, her swollen belly brushing against his fur. She could feel the tension coiling inside her, a mixture of pleasure and the mounting pressure of her impending labor. But right now, all she wanted was him.
“I need you,” she whispered breathlessly, her fingers tangling in his mane. “Now.”
He didn’t need any further prompting. With a growl, he lifted her effortlessly, positioning her on the soft, moss-covered ground beneath them. She spread her legs wide, her belly a heavy presence between them as she watched him, her heart pounding. He knelt between her thighs, his eyes dark with lust, and ran his claws lightly down the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, making her shiver with anticipation.
She moaned as he leaned down, his tongue flicking out to taste her. Her body was already slick and ready for him, and she bucked her hips as his mouth found her clit, licking and teasing until she was writhing beneath him. Each swipe of his tongue sent jolts of pleasure through her, mingling with the tight, rhythmic contractions that were starting to build deep within her belly. She could feel her body preparing, her muscles tightening in anticipation of both the pleasure and the pain to come.
“Oh, gods… don’t stop,” she panted, her hands gripping his head, urging him closer. She was so close already, teetering on the edge of release. His growls vibrated against her sensitive flesh, and she threw her head back, crying out as the first wave of orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls clenching tightly around nothing, leaving her wanting more.
He didn’t stop, not even as she trembled beneath him, every muscle in her body quivering with aftershocks. His claws grazed her hips, holding her firmly in place as he finally rose to his knees, positioning himself at her entrance. She gazed up at him, her eyes glazed with need, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. She was so full, so ready, her belly tight and round between them.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. She cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moved inside her, each stroke sending fresh waves of pleasure through her. The rhythm of his thrusts was relentless, each one pushing her closer to the edge again. Her belly bounced with every movement, the weight of their child pressing down as the contractions continued to tighten and release.
“Oh… yes… just like that,” she moaned, her voice ragged and strained. She could feel the tension building inside her, the pressure mounting as the baby shifted lower, readying itself for the world. The dual sensations of his cock driving deep inside her and the unstoppable force of her labor left her dizzy with pleasure. She could barely tell where the ecstasy ended and the pain began; it all blended together into a mindless, primal need.
He growled, his pace quickening, and she knew he was close. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, and the sudden change in angle made her gasp. The contractions intensified, her body bearing down involuntarily as she felt the climax building within her. She moaned loudly, her body shaking as the orgasm washed over her, sending ripples of pleasure through every inch of her.
The Beast groaned, feeling her tighten around him, and with a dozen more powerful thrusts, he followed her into ecstasy, his release surging through him in waves. They remained locked together, gasping and trembling in the aftermath, their bodies still entwined. The intense pleasure was mingled with the weight of the life within her, their shared moment of intimacy leaving them both breathless.
They basked in the afterglow, lying side by side on the mossy ground, her head resting on his broad chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing was a comfort, and she traced the patterns of his fur with her fingertips, savoring the closeness.
“I need to make some purchases at the market,” Elina murmured eventually, though she was reluctant to break the serene bubble they had created.
The Beast rumbled in disapproval, his grip tightening around her. “You are so close… I can feel it. You should stay. You’ll pop at any moment.”
Elina sighed, her hand resting on her enormous belly. She knew he was right, but she couldn’t ignore her responsibilities. “I’ll be quick,” she promised, though her voice wavered slightly. “I’ll be fine.”
He pulled her closer, pressing a protective kiss to her forehead. “You shouldn’t go alone,” he insisted, his voice thick with worry, but he knew her stubbornness all too well.
She kissed him deeply, lingering in his warmth one last time before she slowly got to her feet, her body still trembling from the mix of exertion and pleasure. The Beast helped her steady herself, his eyes full of concern as he watched her, her swollen form looking even more ready to give birth.
“I’ll be back soon,” she reassured him with a smile, though the effort it took to stand was evident in her shaky legs. She turned and began her slow, determined waddle toward the path that would lead her into town. Each step brought a fresh wave of pressure, but she pressed on, determined to make the last-minute preparations before her little one arrived.
She tried to keep her pregnancy hidden for months as best as she could, but her heavily swollen belly was impossible to conceal now as she made her way through the bustling market. Elina had hoped to make her final preparations without drawing too much attention, but she could feel the villagers' curious gazes lingering on her, and she heard their hushed murmurs as she passed.
Just as she reached for a basket of goods, a sharp, sudden pain tore through her midsection. She froze, clutching her belly as the contraction ripped through her, stronger than any before.
People around her stopped, their eyes widening as they realized what was happening, whispers of surprise and intrigue rippling through the crowd. The villagers continued about their business, unaware that her long-awaited moment had begun right there, in the heart of the busy marketplace.
Elina’s knees buckled, and she slid down to the ground, hiding behind a stack of crates. The pain of the contractions was agonizing, but with each wave, an unexpected pleasure coursed through her, mingling with the unbearable pressure of the baby moving lower. She felt trapped in this strange, twisted ecstasy, her body a battlefield of pain and desire.
As the baby’s head pressed harder against her cervix, Elina bit her lip to stifle her moans. She knew she couldn’t hold back for much longer; the child was enormous, and her body strained with the effort of containing it. She tried to keep quiet, but a strangled cry escaped her lips, her hands trembling as she reached down between her legs, her fingers instinctively seeking relief.
Because Elina knew she had to do something. The baby was so large, and her contractions alone weren’t enough. Her mind was a blur of desperation and instinct, driving her to do whatever it took to bring the baby out. With trembling fingers, she hiked up her dress, her other hand cupping her swollen belly as she tried to bear down. Her breath came in ragged pants, her cheeks flushed with a mix of pain and arousal.
She spread her legs wide, exposing herself in the middle of the bustling market, hidden only by the crates that offered her a modicum of privacy. Elina’s fingers slipped between her folds, slick with a mix of her arousal and the fluids that were now trickling down her thighs. She gasped, her thumb brushing her sensitive clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine. It was wrong, so wrong to do this here, but she had no other choice.
Elina squeezed her eyes shut, her fingers working frantically as she tried to coax the baby further down. Each stroke sent shockwaves through her body, and she arched her back, a low moan escaping her lips. Her breasts were heavy and aching, and without thinking, she reached up to squeeze one, her nipples hard and leaking with the first drops of milk. She groaned, the sensation amplifying the intensity of her predicament.
The contractions intensified, her body bearing down with a force that took her breath away. Elina squeezed her leaking breast harder, milk spurting out as she rocked her hips, her fingers working faster on her clit. She was so close—so close to both climax and the unbearable relief of birthing the child. She could feel the head pressing closer, her inner walls straining to push it out.
“Come on… please…” she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the market. Elina’s legs shook as she climaxed, her body convulsing in pleasure so intense that she nearly forgot the pain. She bore down hard, her orgasm rippling through her, and the baby’s head moved forward, crowning just slightly. But it wasn’t enough.
The pleasure faded, replaced by another sharp contraction that made her cry out. Elina’s fingers didn’t stop; she couldn’t stop. She needed this, needed the release to keep pushing. She squeezed her breast again, the milk flowing freely now, wetting her hand and chest. Elina was panting, her eyes wild with desperation as she masturbated shamelessly in public, her body fighting to bring her child into the world.
She climaxed again, a shuddering release that made her back arch and her toes curl. The head inched further, stretching her painfully to almost a full crown. Elina’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, her fingers working feverishly as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Her body quivered, caught between agony and ecstasy, the baby’s head lodged so tightly that she couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.
Onlookers began to gather, their eyes wide with a mix of shock, horror, and fascination. Whispers spread through the market as people pointed, their faces painted with disbelief. Some turned away, scandalized, while others couldn’t tear their eyes from the sight of the young woman writhing on the ground, lost in the throes of labor and pleasure.
Elina’s third orgasm ripped through her, more powerful than the last, her body quaking as the head crowned fully. She screamed, her voice hoarse and desperate, her fingers not relenting as she rubbed herself through the blinding waves of sensation. The head slipped forward, stretching her unbearably, but it still wasn’t free. Elina’s breaths were ragged, her entire body straining with the effort, and she knew she was close—so close.
Her vision blurred, tears mingling with sweat as she clawed at her breast, pinching her nipple as another contraction gripped her. She bore down with everything she had, her fingers a blur on her clit as she chased the next orgasm, knowing it was the only way to free the baby. Elina’s muscles clenched, and she felt the heat building, the pleasure cresting like a tidal wave.
Her fourth climax tore through her, a primal, gut-wrenching release that made her see stars. Her cries echoed off the market walls, and the baby’s head finally pushed through, popping out with a gush of fluids that soaked the ground beneath her. Elina collapsed back, panting, her body trembling from the sheer force of the orgasm that had finally freed the head.
But the ordeal wasn’t over. Elina glanced down, her heart pounding as she saw the baby’s head fully emerged, but the shoulders were still trapped inside her. She had to keep going. She couldn’t stop now. The market was a blur of noise and faces, and she barely registered the murmurs of the crowd as she focused on the task at hand.
Elina’s fingers found her clit again, her touch more desperate and frantic than before. She squeezed her breast, the milk flowing freely as she pushed, her body bearing down hard. The contractions were relentless, and Elina whimpered, her legs shaking as she masturbated furiously, seeking the pleasure that would help her birth the rest of her child.
Her fifth orgasm hit like a freight train, her entire body convulsing as she pushed with everything she had. The baby’s shoulders turned, inching out slowly, and Elina cried out, her voice hoarse and strained. She rocked her hips, grinding against her fingers as the pleasure built, her senses overwhelmed by the mix of pain and ecstasy.
She climaxed again, her sixth orgasm tearing through her as she bore down, and the baby’s chest emerged, sliding out bit by bit. Elina’s eyes rolled back, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she squeezed her breast, the milk spilling over her fingers. The baby was nearly free, and Elina could feel her body nearing its limit.
With a final, shuddering push, Elina climaxed once more, her seventh and most powerful orgasm yet. She screamed, her body arching as the rest of the baby slipped free, landing in her trembling hands. Fluids gushed out, pooling around her, and Elina collapsed back, her chest heaving as she clutched her newborn close.
The market was silent, save for the soft cries of the infant and Elina’s labored breaths. She looked down at her child, tears of relief and joy streaming down her cheeks. The baby was large, far bigger than a normal newborn, but to her immense relief, it was human—no fur, no claws, just a healthy, chubby baby with bright eyes and a tuft of dark hair.
Elina held the child to her chest, her heart swelling with love and triumph. She had done it. Against all odds, she had birthed her child in the heart of the market, defying shame, fear, and pain.
imagine being a janitor and going into the women's restroom, thinking that it's empty, and finding a woman sobbing on the floor with a huge baby lodged between her legs
You hated these shifts; the post-high school dance clean up. The assembly hall was a mess of spilled drinks, trampled food, and paper confetti. The corridors had been graffitied - no doubt by freshly graduated students in acts of rebellious celebration of their freedom. Classroom chairs had found their way all over the school grounds left abandoned, and you kept finding puddles of vomit in random places - the clear evidence that some students had snuck alcohol into the party.
You made your way to the second floor toilets. It wasn’t the nearest facility to the dance but it was usually in those where you’d find the worst of the damage. Students thinking they were clever and subtle partaking in their underage drinking in an infrequently used restroom.
The wheel on your cleaning trolly squeaked and seized, the damn thing was so old and temperamental you were constantly stopping to unjam it. You took out your EarPods and swore under your breath, crouching down to fix it.
It was then you heard a low haunting groan echo down the darkened hallway. You looked around but there was no one else here. The sky was pitch black outside and the school felt eerily quiet and empty. It must have been the wind or something, you told yourself. Trying not to think about whether the building was old enough to be haunted.
Putting your EarPods back in you continued down the corridor and stepped into the men’s toilets to start the clean up. Your upbeat music played loudly in your ears as you cleaned, having a mini party of your own to get through your difficult shift. Finishing up with this set of toilets you dragged your trolly back out to the corridor and wheeled it into the next.
You parked your trolly just inside the women’s restroom, wanting to assess the damage first to work out what cleaning equipment you’d need. You took out your phone to skip track when you heard the pained moan again. You halted. It sounded closer. Standing by the door you took out your EarPods again and listened. It wasn’t in the corridor, the sound came from inside the ladies restroom.
Cautiously, you stepped further into the room, rounding the corner, and your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. Clinging onto the sink was a redheaded woman - an extremely pregnant redheaded woman. Her forearms laid against the edge of the porcelain with her head buried in the crook of her elbow. Her back was straight and flat as she leaned over, her hips jutting out backwards into the empty room. A muffled growl escaped the woman as her body trembled and knees bent.
Oh my god! This woman looked like she was in labour - very heavy labour!
You were stunned, frozen at the sight. She shifted and squirmed, hunched over the white sink, moving her hips side to side in a figure eight almost hypnotising you. Abruptly she stopped and grunted, bending her knees again. Holy shit was she pushing?!
“Errr… Ma’am? Are you alright?” You stuttered. Of course she wasn’t alright but what else could you say.
Startled by your sudden presence the woman jumped, standing upright and twisting away from the sink to face you. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by a whimper which escalated to another strained groan. Her body started to buckle; one hand clasping underneath her heavy rounded stomach the other gripping hard to the sink, her stance widening as her body locked in its involuntary pushing.
The woman looked to be early thirties and she wore a full length purple chiffon dress. You recognised her as a teacher, presumably here to chaperone the dance. What the hell was she doing up here, giving birth?!
“H-H-Help… m-me.” She breathlessly begged in between bouts of pushing.
You rushed to her side, weirdly drawn to this woman with a sudden desire to comfort her. But when you got near you suddenly realised you had no idea what to do. Hesitantly you put an arm round her waist, fearing her legs wouldn’t hold out much longer.
“We need to get you do a hospital. Shall I errrr call an ambulance or something?”
As soon as your hand touched the small of her back the labouring woman let go of the sink turned towards you, grasping onto you like a desperate lifeline. Her warm, clammy hands hooked over each of your shoulders, her taught hard stomach pressing into yours, and she moaned deeply from the back of her throat.
“No-no time-” she panted. “Baby- coming-mnnngggghhhhh!”
The woman in your arms growled out another deep grunting noise against your chest, almost animalistic and primal. Shit, this woman was about to drop the kid right here right now! Playing midwife definitely was not on your bingo card for this year.
Despite the very scary realisation that you might actually have to deliver a baby this evening, your brain somehow managed to find the right questions to ask.
“What do you need? What do I do?” You asked, trying not to notice the refreshing citrusy smell of her hair that wafted beneath your nostrils as she clung to you. Or the scorching temperature of her labouring body as it pressed against yours.
“Don’t move - s-stay like this - t-til contraction’s over-” her voice trembled, taking long and slow breaths as she worked through the obvious pain.
“Okay. It’s going to be okay. I won’t leave you.” You reassured, rubbing her back, and you could swear you felt her hitch a sob of relief against your chest.
You didn’t say anything more, just held her close and upright. She began to whimper and her body started to sway, you found yourself unconsciously matching her slow rhythm. When her breathing steadied she stopped moving, releasing the grip on your shoulders and stepping half a step back out of your hold, she looked up at you. Her eyes were a greyish blue, perfectly complimenting her purple dress and flame orange hair. Sweat dampened her temple and glistened just above her peach lips, and her cheeks were pink and flushed.
“Thank you.” She smiled, clearly a bit embarrassed.
“That’s okay. I’m just glad I found you. How long have you been up here?”
“What time is it now? Has the dance finished?”
“Yeah it finished a while ago. It’s 01:30am.”
“Oh god!”
“What is it? Another contraction?” You jumped panicking.
“No. Well not yet anyway.” She rubbed the swell of her stomach. “I just didn’t realise it had gotten so late. I guess I’ve been up here couple of hours; I left my phone in the damn staff room. I thought they were just braxton hicks contractions, I’ve been having them on and off for weeks. I came up here for a bit of quiet and some privacy to try and ease them away. T-then my water broke and things progressed really really fast. I’ve not been able to move or get back to my phone or call for help, I only make it a few hundred yards before…before- Oh shit here we go again- mmmmhhhh! ”
The wave of pain crashed over her so quickly and you watched the woman shift and flap her arms out, eyes unfocused but desperately searching for something to lean against. Her spine hunched over curling around her contracting stomach, her knees trembled, her body slowly collapsing under the weight of pain.
“Here,” You offered your arms out and stepped towards her, “hang on to me again.”
If she was hesitant of using a stranger as a birthing partner, she didn’t show it. You could only see relief mixed with agony in her watery eyes as her hands climbed your arms like a ladder and hooked themselves around your neck. Her knees gave out beneath you, pulling herself down in a half squat against your body, bearing down hard and grunting loudly with the effort.
“Mnnnggghhhhhhh it’s cominggg outttt!” She cried. “The head- unnnnhhggggggg it’s right there.”
Panic swelled in your stomach. The noises, her statement. This was really happening.
“Just breathe, remember to breathe.” You said as her face turned red, her teeth gritted tight.
She started panting on your instruction but it only lasted a few seconds before she was screaming again.
“Oh I can’t- I can’t stop it… have to- have to pushhhhhhhhhhh!” Her body sank, pulling more of her weight against you and making you stumble slightly. “Urrrrrghhhhhhh FLOOR!” She cried.
“What?”
“Need- to get- lower!” She panted. “Help me down.”
You got down to your knees carefully and the beautiful redhead went with you, keeping her hands wrapped round your neck and going into a deep squat right in front of you. Instinctively her legs widened under her long dress, each bent knee kicking out either side of your kneeled frame. She lowed, pushing fiercely, clawing at the skin of your neck.
“Arghhhhhh it burns!” She whimpered. “God! The head!- I think- I think it’s crowning.”
The purple chiffon of her floor length dress was pulled tight from knee-to-knee. You couldn’t see anything but judging by the noises and crying of the mother-to-be, this baby was very close to making its debut.
One of her hands abruptly left your shoulder and scrambled through the fabric of her dress, frantically trying to find the hem to lift it up. “The head- the head is coming outttttt!” She grunted, tilting her hips towards you, still trying and failing to find a way into the inside of her dress.
“H-helppp me- it’s stuck!” Her eyes were wild as she looked at you.
Stuck!? You felt the colour drain from your face. Tentatively you released one of your hands that was holding her steady, and helped to pull the long thin fabric of her dress up and up and up - off the floor and over her legs - exposing her bare widened thighs. With the purple chiffon dress bunched under her contracting stomach you caught a glimpse of what she meant by “stuck”.
Black lace-edged cotton panties pulled tight across the pregnant woman’s widened hips and nestled behind the dark fabric was a very visible bulge. She growled deeply, pushing hard, and the circular shape grew as more of the head was being birthed. But when she realised the push, gasping for air, you saw the bulge retreat. The underwear was pushing the baby back in!
“What- what do I?” You nervously asked.
“Get-them-off! Get-them-OFF!” She cried before bearing down again and pushing her baby’s crown further into the world.
You tried hooking your fingers between the tight underwear and her soft skin, but with her knees jack-knifed out there was no way you’d be able to move her underwear and free the baby.
“They won’t budge.”
“Okay-hmmmnm- okay- new plan.” She panted heavily, her breath ticking your skin. She grabbed both your shoulders again to support her as she moved to a kneeing position, whimpering as her thighs moved closer together. “Oh god it hurts- it hurts! Can- can you pull them down now?”
Quickly, with both hands you pulled her tight panties from her hips and down to her knees on the floor.
“Done!”
Immediately the woman widened her knees again, as much as she could, and she pushed. Hard. “Gnnhhhhhhhhhh!!! Fuck!”
She fell forward, her face buried on your shoulder and hands pinching your biceps, “Ooooooo come on!” She pleaded with her baby, pushing again. You held her steady and could feel her tremble in your arms with her efforts. Her thick red hair and laboured breaths ticked your skin as she clung on to you, groaning and grunting her baby into the world. “Ohmygod! It’s out- heads out.” She sobbed into your neck.
“You’re doing brilliantly.” You whispered, in complete awe of what this woman was doing.
The redhead panted heavily and straightened, steadily kneeing, and rummaged under her dress to feel the baby’s head between her legs. “Ohhhh okay. Okay. Next step - need to check- for a chord.”
“A chord?” You asked confused.
“Yes.” She breathed, “The chord can’t be round her neck- when she comes out- it might strangle her.” Her eyebrows pinched together, hands disappeared behind the fallen chiffon of her dress, as she felt around the baby’s head. “No… no no no. It’s round her neck.” She sobbed, a tear escaping the corner of her eye.
“Fuck. What do we do?” You blurted out, your heart twisting at this woman’s anguish.
“I need you to- unhook the chord from her neck. I can’t do it myself” She said, her eyes filled with fear. “I need you to do it quick, before the next contraction.”
“Errrrr okay. I’ll try.” You mumbled.
The woman bunched up her dress and got down on her hands and knees. You shuffled on the floor to sit behind her and saw for the first time the baby between her legs. The head was huge, and you were even more in awe of this woman.
Your hands trembled as they tried to find and dislodge the chord, the labouring woman guiding and instructing you. You’d found the chord and was trying to hook it over a finger when she started moaning again.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
“Mnnnnnhhhghg another- contraction-” she mewled and her hips started moving. “Oh god! I need to push!”
“No-no-no! I haven’t freed the chord yet. Don’t push!”
“I’m trying!” She sobbed.
Frantically you tried to dislodge the chord but it slipped off your finger.
“Fuckk is it done?! The pressure… so much pressure- I need to push-I need to pushhhh!” Her voice howled in the empty bathroom.
“No, don’t push. Please don’t push.” Your heart was in your throat. You were panicked, clueless, and now the fate of this baby was in your trembling hands.
“Ohhhh goddddd it’s happening… I can’t stop it- I’m- I’m pushhhing!!!!” She screamed. “Don’t let the baby come out!”
“What?!”
“Put your hand on the head. Don’t let it come out any further…. Mnnnngggghhhhhhhhh!”
The woman growled as she bore down against her will. Immediately the head started inching further out and instinctively you cupped it, applying counter pressure to keep it in place. She cried and screamed as she pushed twice more through the latest unwanted contraction, but you held steadfast and kept the baby’s head in place.
Her body wracked with sobs as the wave gradually eased, the need to push fading ever so slightly. “Please…. Do it now… I can’t go through that again.” She begged as she cried.
When you were sure the danger of pushing had passed, you took your hand off the baby’s crown and found the chord again. With more confidence than before you hooked the chord over your finger and pulled it free, carefully and delicately sliding it over the baby’s scrunched up face.
“Oh my god it’s done. The chord, it’s off the neck!” You breathed with relief.
The woman didn’t say anything, too distraught with pain and fear, but you could hear the smile in her sobs. She hummed and groaned quietly, shifting her weight side to side preparing herself for the next wave, anticipation filling the room.
Seconds later her tone deepened, the contraction building. She lowed and pushed and your eyes watched in fascination as one shoulder popped free followed by the next.
“Catch it!!” She cried, but your hands were already waiting. In the blink of an eye the rest of the baby broke free of its previous home and fell into your arms.
The redheaded woman sobbed with pure relief and the sound was echoed by the first cries of her newly born daughter. Born at 1:53am in an empty high school restroom.
This here is my first ever birth fic that I write and share!
I’d love your honest opinion and criticism, but please keep in mind I’m new at this, that English isn’t my first language, and that I’m a virgin who knows nothing of sex.
That said, I sincerely hope you all enjoy, and hope it will make you feel hot and bothered ;).
Take care
Herald of Passion
Tags: Pregnancy kink, labor kink, birth kink, sex, sex in labor, orgasmic birth, threesome
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Annabeth was the sexiest girl of our year in college. It became even more true when she got pregnant.
No one knew who knocked her up, but everyone had their own theory. The football captain, the English teacher, pretty much anyone with looks and charisma. But I was going to learn two very important things about Annabeth: she didn’t care about status, and I didn’t care who got her pregnant; I only wished it was me.
We had biology together, and soon got to talking. She and her friend Melanie were inseparable but made place for me at their table. I was the new guy in this college, and they wanted to learn more about me.
How to describe Annabeth? Well, she was stunning, with long flowing brown hair falling down her back, a perfectly chiseled face and piercing eyes. She had pretty big breasts, barely covered by her crop top, her nipples sometimes pointing out. That girl wasn’t afraid of her body and sexuality and encouraged others to do the same.
Every time we were sitting next to each other, she would laugh and touch my arm, and look at me with interest when asking me about my girlfriends and experiences. She almost couldn’t believe I was a virgin.
“Aww sweetie. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll find a girl to fuck you soon.” She told me with a wink, while my cheeks started to burn. I was already imagining bending her over the desk, caressing her growing belly and kissing her neck, our moans mixing as we reach climax.
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A few months later, she invited me to a fun evening with her friends. We were maybe a dozen, chatting, partying, having fun, and soon, most of them left or were too drunk to stay awake, leaving only me, Annabeth, and Mel who didn’t drink (Anna for obvious reason).
Speaking of obvious, Anna came back to us in a short bikini, clearly dating from before getting pregnant. Her belly was coming out so large in front of her, and her breasts were barely contained by her bra. She told us to get into our swimwear and to join her in the pool, turning around to go outside, my eyes fixed on her perfect ass and rolling hips. Mel gave me an amused look, before taking off her clothes, leaving herself in her bra and panties, before jumping in the water. A bit more self-conscious, but not wanting to miss this opportunity, I got into my underwear too and got into the pool.
There, we chatted and swam for most of the night. I hoped my erection wasn’t too apparent, but the girls’ cheeky look and shared laughs told me it probably wasn’t. I decided to follow Anna’s lack of shame, and simply took off my swimsuit, leaving myself naked. Anna whistled and winked and didn’t make a joke about it. She really was the best girl ever.
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People were following Anna’s growth and development, and she wasn’t shy with telling everyone about her progress, which meant everyone knew she had been overdue for a week at the point of our last biology session.
“Great news everyone!” exclaimed miss Berkeley as she stood in front of us, a large couch covered with soft covers between us and her. “This year, for our final project, you will assist to a live birth and then write an essay about what the experience. For this, we are very lucky to have Annabeth with us, who graciously offered her birth as a class project.”
Anna smiled and waddled to the front of the room while everyone looked at her. She finally let out a sigh and groan, probably having held them all day at this point. She turned toward Mel and me.
“Will you help send me into actual labor, and then birth my baby?” She asked in her sweet tone as a contraction took her, gripping onto the desk.
We didn’t answer, but I looked at Mel, and we were in harmony. We joined her in front of everyone and started kissing her. Mel and she exchanged a deep and passionate kiss, while I was caressing her big overdue belly. My cock was already making a bulge in my pants, but I wanted to focus on Anna for now. I freed Anna’s breasts from her tank top and placed my lips around her nipple, while Mel took the other. Anna had already started lactating, as she had showed us before, but drinking her milk was ten times better then I could have imagined. Annabeth was moaning and panting, caressing my hair and pulling us closer.
She sat on the desk and spread her legs, revealing her lack of panties. Her pussy lips, wet and puffy, were already soaked with her pleasure. “Lick me, please….” She almost whispered, as she threw her head back to endure another contraction.
I smiled and obliged, my tongue gently sliding between her folds as she moaned, before exchanging a steamy kiss with Mel. They were clearly both liking it, since they took off their clothes and started to caress their breasts, rubbing their nipples between kisses.
While that was happening, I was licking Anna’s lips and circling her clit with my fingers. I could feel her shake from pleasure, but also the pressure and pain building inside of her. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and I just wanted to fuck her and feel her water breaks all over me.
Anna placed her legs over my shoulders and pulled me closer. Mel was gently pulling on her nipples, milk leaking out like faucets over Anna’s contracting belly.
“Ah… Ah… God please… please fuck me… both of you… Ah… make me cum!” Anna panted, jerking her hips to find my mouth.
I placed the tip of my cock between her pussy lips while Mel sat over her face, her hands fondling Anna’s heavy milk-filled breasts. We exchanged a look, and I slid all the way inside in one stroke, sharing a moan with the girls. My first time having sex, with the sexiest girl, actively in labor! I started to move in and out, while Mel and Anna were teasing and touching each other like there was no tomorrow. I could feel Annas contractions as I fucked her, her birth canal pulsing around me as she was slowly dilating, her cervix opening to let her give birth.
Anna was moaning, grunting, and panting, not caring about our classmates watching her at her most vulnerable which, in my mind, was also at her peak of beauty and sensuality.
“You’re so bea… fuck… beautiful Anna!” I groan, before jerking my hips forward again, grinding against her clit, both of us seeking our pleasure.
“…Gonna cum… gonna cum…” she whispered back as both Mel and I caress her large pregnant belly, covered by a sheen of sweat and milk.
“Cum for us darling, let that pregnant pussy of yours gush for all to see…” Mel moaned in Anna’s ear, loud enough for me to understand. Those words were enough to push us all over the edge, cumming and screaming our respective orgasm. Mel grabbed onto Anna’s tits and tried to close her legs, shaking from head to toe, while I was emptying the biggest load of my life deep in our pregnant friend’s pussy, my body jerking on its own, seemingly trying to impregnate the girl actively giving birth. As for Annabeth, she was screaming her heart out, not caring about volume, her cries of pain, discomfort, and sheer pleasure mixing together as her water broke like a floodgate, drenching me in squirt and amniotic fluid.
“Oh god… oh god… my water broke… did my water really break?” She asked, still a bit out of breath, trying to look at me over her pregnant belly, Mel having jumped off her face.
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow with humor, my waist and torso still wet, cock softening slowly, but staying aloft for now.
“Yeah, I think your water broke. Do you need to change position?”
“Maybe… I’ll try standing UPPP!” She shouted, her legs wanting to give out, but Mel and I were quick enough to grab her arms. Anna dropped to a squat, her slit starting to bulge out and part.
“I feel like pushing… fuck! Fuck I need to push!” She shouted, her belly hardening as a contraction wracked her body. Her face scrunched up and she pushed, her lips moving further and further apart under the amazed looks of me and the rest of the class. With me not actively fucking Anna, I was able to split my focus and look at my classmates. Those that weren’t fucking each other or touching themselves were among the minority. The room was filled with shed clothes and moans of pleasure. Anna’s moaning brought me back to the present as she squatted lower, the head peaking out of her pussy. Her nipples were still leaking, ready to feed her baby, but Mel latched onto one of them, while I took the other into my mouth. We drank her sweet-tasting milk as she pushed her baby out, the head now crowning between her legs.
“Fuck it feels good! Keep going… keep going I’m gonna… cuuuuuuuum!” Anna groaned as she squirted the head out, a gush of fluid following her baby making its appearance into the world.
“You’re so hot mama, you’re doing so good. Almost there, ok?” Mel whispered while stroking the future mother’s hair and kissing her neck.
Anna almost purred at the touch, and wrapped her arms around me, squatting low, forcing me down with her. My arms were massaging her hips and offering counterpressure, her belly moving against me.
“Need to push… need to push… need to push…” She was repeating, almost in a trance. Even with her body covered in sweat and her hair sticking to her face, she was the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.
“Do it love, push your baby out. We all believe in you. I know you can.” I told her, kissing her neck and shoulder, before she pressed her lips against mine.
We kissed for what felt like an eternity, before she moaned louder into my mouth, her body shook again, and she finally gave birth into my waiting hands, who started to cry. Mel supported and helped Anna sit down, and I gave her the baby she pushed out with so much effort and grace. She started to nurse, exhausted, but beaming. Motherhood suited her so well.
Miss Bekerley, trying to readjust her skirt, soaked through with her juices, cleared her throat.
“Good job Anna, and congratulations on your bundle of joy! That was… quite a presentation. How will you call her?”
She turned to look at Mel and I, smiling softly, before turning to our newborn daughter.
this is my first pregnant inspired writing so I hope I did alright! this is Requests 454.8
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Angela Esposito
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Agency: Federal Bureau of Investigation
Status: MIA
That's what FBI senior agent, Donnie Cruz, read as he opened her file. He was in charge of her case as he appointed her to go undercover as an escort for an Italian mafia. She was supposed to be in and out of a transaction and report back on how much money the mafia received on a deal but it went sideways. There was heavy gunfire that day, as three crews were hit and barely escaped alive. Angela's blood was found on the crime scene, but there was no body that was reported.
Donnie felt like it was his fault that she was missing. He refused to think Angela was dead, but the agency had to take him off the case as he was too close to it.
And it was true.
The night before she went undercover, Angie and Donnie had a night of passion so many months ago. They've been sleeping together secretly as their superiors will demote them for not reporting their relationship. Donnie wanted to become out in the open but Angela refused, explaining how people would think she slept with him only to get the case of a lifetime and wouldn't be taken seriously as an agent.
He wished he could have told her that she meant everything to him, but he didn't lose hope, not yet.
"Boss, we just got something." Agent Lee yelled out, pulling Donnie outside of his thoughts.
"What do you got?" He asks Lee as she was typing furiously on the monitor.
"Well, the Adorni family just hired a new escort and was spotted by these two video monitors. We think the warehouse that is in between them could be their storage unit. We ran the owners of the building and they're long dead, but there's foot traffic during the night. We even have thermal cameras to prove it."
Lee pulls up live footage by sky view, and a bunch of thermal images were walking around. One thermal body was by the corner of the building, barely moving.
Donnie almost felt sick to his stomach but he pushed that nervous feeling aside.
"Alright, you get a warrant and a team of SWAT head down there by morning. I want that place swept from ceiling to floor."
Agent Lee nodded as she moved out, taking orders to the team in the back of the headquarters.
Donnie looks back at the thermal body that was isolated, muttering to himself.
"Hold on, Angel."
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Angela inhaled sharply as she sat on the ratted mat that was on the floor. Her belly felt tight and low as she tried soothing it as best she could.
She couldn't track on what day or month, but as her pregnancy progressed, she could tell she was at least in her 3rd trimester. But each passing day has been filled with aches and pains in her lower back, hips that were decorated with dark stretch marks, and a tightened belly that dropped immensely.
It was all a blur when she thinks back to the night she was abducted by the Adorni's. They thought she was the reason why an opposing crew showed up to the deal and started banging up the place, but she convinced them it wasn't her, especially when she got shot in the shoulder.
When the mafia doctor stitched her up and asked if she could do pregnancy test just to be sure he didn't give her improper pain medication, her results came back positive.
No one was happy with that. The mafia thought she'd run her mouth if she were let go of their grasp, so they took her as prisoner in their secret hideout, making sure she never saw the light of day. The only time she would have any human contact was when the men would come in her tiny room with a small bathroom to drop meals and water, and the occasional doctor visit.
She tried telling that doctor she needed to leave for the sake of her child. He had a changed of heart and tried helping her escape, but the leader caught them in their tracks and placed two sluggers in the doctor's head.
"Next one would be in yours." he said, as two men grabbed Angela's arms and escorted her back.
That was the last time she attempted to escape, as Angela didn't want to put her baby in harm's way. Initially, she didn't think she'd would be a good mother. Majority of her adulthood, Angela was focused on being the best agent she could be to save innocent lives and stop violence that was spreading on the streets. But this baby was living proof of a life that she could have possibly have with Don-
Gunshots rang outside of her holding cell. Orders were being shouted out and she could hear fighting. Her heart fastened, unsure of who was outside these doors. She knelt to the ground to find a pair of scissors that she stole from the doctor's bag and stood her ground, protecting the life inside of her.
But another Braxton hits her nerves like wildfire as she rested on the wall. Her breath began to quicken as she almost squats down and feels her knees spreading apart, feeling a popping sensation in her lower region and hot water trickled down her legs and bare feet.
"No, please. God no!" Angela said to herself as she looks down at her broken waters. She suddenly jolts up to hear her door being knocked down as she braced the wall, her hand tremoring as it held the small weapon. In just seconds, the metal door busted downwards and people in black recon suits flashed her in bright flashlights. But, she quickly read the label that was etched on their uniforms:
SWAT
"Hold your fire! My name is Agent Esposito, I'm with FBI!" She said, raising her hands above her head.
Someone broke out of the group and lifted off their helmet, revealing Agent Lee, a good friend of hers in the agency.
"Seize fire!" she told her team as they lowered their weapons. Lee looks back at Esposito, taking in her full figure.
"Angela, did they do this to you?" She asks.
Angela was about to say no until she yelled out in pain, almost falling on her knees if it weren't for Lee to hold her upright. Lee turns to her team and shouted more orders.
"I need a medic and a stetcher, stat! And bring Agent Cruz down the scene!" She shouted as everyone dispersed.
Lee had Angela sit on her bottom as Angela spread her legs apart, feeling a contraction take over he body.
"D-Don is here?" Angela asks as her brow was forming sweat.
"Of course he is, he's been looking for you for the 11 months." Lee reassured.
Angela's eyes widened with disbelief.
"No, it's nine months." Angela said, a bit too harshly.
Lee's reaction was more shocked as she held up her friend
"Ange, you've been missing since May 19th, 2023. It's April 7th, 2024."
Angela's heart stopped beating momentarily. She's been pregnant for almost 50 weeks?
"Where is she?!" a voice cries out loudly, breaking Angela from her thoughts. She knows that voice. She would've done anything to hear that voice again, but her fear crashed over her like a wave.
"No- He can't see me like this!" Angela said, trying to get on her knees, but the motion caused her baby to lower itself in her birth canal. She moaned loudly, feeling so much pressure and closed her eyes, feeling hot tears spill over her cheeks.
She opened them again and saw a man rush over. As the moment he saw her, Donnie's face paled. Angela thought he would never recognize her.
Her cheeks were hollow. Her eyes sunken. Her hair was in a hastily done bun as some strands of hair were trying to escape. Even her chest grew immensely as it tightly bunched in her dress. But she was covering her very noticeable belly that was dome like as it touched the floor. There was no hiding her figure now from her past lover.
"Don, I need you to help her up now!" Lee broke the tension as Donnie ran towards Angela and tried to help her up, but she groaned loudly.
"I can't- I can't do it. My water broke there's no- TIME!" She shouted, feeling slight burning in her vagina. Lee looked down at Angela and saw a slight bulge building in her undergarments.
"Shit, she's pushing Don!" Lee shouted as she took off some gear to help her give birth.
"Don, I'm so sorry- I didn't know I was pregnant until after the ambush- You gotta believe meeeeeEEEEEEE"
She starts contracting, breathing uncontrollably as so many emotions began striking her.
"Hey, hey, Angela? Please look at me Angel." Don quietly whispered to gain her attention. She does so, and Don can see the fear in her eyes.
"You're gonna be okay. I need you to breathe slowly. In and out, alright?" He coaches her as she mirrored his breathing.
"You survived so much, and I need you to be strong the next couple of minutes, okay? We're gonna find you a warm bed for you and your baby-"
"Don- it's... the baby's yours." Angela said abrubtly.
Lee looks up, shocked at the two officers. Donnie didn't have time to process what he just heard until Angela groaned again. Donnie just held her tightly so she wouldn't fall down.
"Okay, Angie, I need you to give me a good push, alright?!"
Angela could only nod as she pushed viogroulsy. The head felt so big in her tight cervix, she had no clue on how she'll be able to birth this big of a baby. As soon as the head began to crown, her lips stretched beyond relief as she moaned loudly.
"It's okay, it's okay." Don whispered in her ear.
"I can't do this, I don't wanna do this..." Angela slurred her words as she felt so tired.
"Angela, please look at me baby." Don dared to show emotion to her. She looks up at the man she once loved and teared up.
"I ruined everything. I wouldn't be in this mess-"
"It is NOT your fault. I share the blame. I've been beating myself up for losing you that night. I love you, Angela. And right now, our baby needs you to be strong for just a moment, and soon enough you'll hold her in your arms. But you have to push through, okay?"
Angela felt her tears stain her face as she smashed her lips into Donnie. He held her protectively and they soon let go as she felt another contraction.
"I think I wanna change positions."
Lee and Donnie flipped her over as she sat on the ground and had Donnie be behind her as Angela placed all her weight on his chest. It was a good thing that she did change as her knees felt bruised from being on the floor too long and she could widen her knees apart better.
Her body tensed more as she felt the baby's head pushing out and a gush of fluids popped out as the head was born. She gasped loudly as she reached down, feeling hair on her baby's head. She looks over her shoulder back at Donnie who was crying too.
"Okay, now Ange, I need you to be strong for me for the shoulders. You can do this!" Lee acclaimed as she placed her hands on top of Angela's knees.
Angela bore down and shouted in pain, feeling the shoulders widen her bulging cervix. Donnie peppered kisses on the back of her neck as she cried out.
"Hooooooo Hoooooooooooo HOOOOOOOOOOO-"
One shoulder popped out and she felt more progress.
"Give me one good push, Ange. Just one more!" Lee shouted over Angela's screaming. Donnie rushingly took off his jacket and threw it for Lee to wrap the baby in.
"C'mon, Angel. You got this. Just one more push!" Don joined in as Angela catches her senses. She drew in a deeper breath and leaned forward, feeling her baby slip out. And that's when everything started getting silent.
She saw Lee hold a baby girl in her hands, quickly swaddling it with the jacket Don gave and placed the crying baby in her chest. Angela didn't realize she was crying until she saw tears falling down aside her baby. Don holds her tightly as he looks down at his daughter.
"Oh, hi baby girl. It's so nice to see you." Angela murmured as she calms down the crying infant, who looked like she was about 10 lbs.
Lee cuts off the cord and heard static from her radio, hearing that the ambulance was outside of the warehouse. She said farewell and congrats to the new parents as she went to receive the medics.
"You did it baby. You were so strong." Donnie says as he looks down at his two perfect girls.
"I wouldn't have done it without you, Don. All I could think about these past few months was you. You helped me go on for her." She looks down at the baby that was finally settling down.
She suddenly shuffles her hips as tension grew in her lower regions.
"Can you check if the sac is crowning? It really hurts."
Donnie nods his head and quickly moves to where her legs parted.
His eyes widen as he looks up at his lost love.
"Angela, I think that's a head."
Angela perks up as she raises her voice.
"No, no. I swore I only felt one baby. You're wrooooooooooooooo-"
A contraction seizes her as she moans loudly. She didn't realize that Lee came with two medics on her side as they were just as shocked that Angela was about to deliver another baby.
You pulled off the main road and onto a dirt one, slowing down as you went on. You sighed, still tired. No amount of coffee seemed to ever fully wake you up. No matter how tired you were though, eventually you had to get in your car and drive to work, even on Labor Day. Wasn’t this day technically about you too?
Listening to the gravel clink against the inside of the fender, you mulled over that thought until the road curved into an impromptu parking lot. You pulled into the nearest spot you could, beside a big white pickup truck and a smaller black one. Sighing as you turned the engine off, you faced reality and stepped out of your car. At least it wasn’t as hot as last week. Heat or no heat, you were gonna be sweating a lot again today. Such was the life of a construction worker…
You glanced at the construction site itself as you walked towards a trailer at the end of the parking lot. Well, construction sites. They were supposed to be a batch of new townhomes, but you didn’t really care. The only thing you really cared about was getting paid. Well, there was one other thing, but you’d never mention it out loud. Or, more accurately, her…
You doubted she would be here though, for many reasons. You went over them in your head as you stepped up the stairs to the trailer door, opening it to see that she was, in fact, here. The mere sight of her made you pause in your tracks. She really shouldn’t be here, but you weren’t exactly arguing. She was leaning against a wall, back to the wall as she seemingly caught her breath. Her low-hanging swell was the only thing you could focus on, commanding your attention. It was half covered by an XXXL purple shirt, bulging past the orange and yellow hi-vis vest that was mandatory. A pair of jeans were unbuttoned underneath, impossible to even try with her size. You could see the faint lines of stretch marks under her bump, illustrating the sheer amount of stress her skin was under. The linea negra almost blended into her tanned skin, but you were able to pick it out after just a quick glance. Arousal coursed through you when you did.
Shaking yourself from your stupor, you quickly stepped inside the trailer, moving to a small tablet mounted on the wall. Quickly making sure you were clocked in, you let yourself glance at her for a moment. You only got more aroused as you ogled her bump. Swallowing, you stepped away from the tablet, feeling a familiar ache in your crotch. Fuck. Now it was going to be hard to focus.
She didn’t seem to notice your meek smile and nod, apparently too focused on breathing. A thought dashed into your head. Holy fuck, was she in labor?! She was definitely far along enough, and her gravid womb was definitely low enough. It looked rock-hard, but you really couldn’t tell. You realized you had been staring again and blinked. Thank God it was just you two. You quickly stepped out of the trailer, a throbbing in your pants already as the image of her breathing heavily lingered in your mind. Fuck, how were you gonna get anything done today?
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A few hours later, you were five stories up, drill nails into a beam that would be part of a roof. A few years ago, you could never have imagined yourself doing this, up this high, but to the you of today, it was just another day. The drill in your hand whirred as it dug the nail into the beam, almost drowning out the sound of a coworker calling out to you. Blinking and removing your headgear, you looked down at the source of the noise. The coworker five stories below you said something about the time, and you checked your watch. 12:26. Lunch time already. You weren’t going to complain, giving them a thumbs up and preparing to come down. It took a couple of minutes, but you made your way down back to solid ground. Unhooking your harness, you groaned as you stretched in place, then walked back towards the parking lot. Not having the patience to walk around the in-construction townhomes, and already digging into your lunch break, you opted to walk through the wooden skeletons instead of around them. It might not have been the safest, but you had done worse before.
You were about halfway there when you snagged your foot on a loose wooden beam, causing you to almost trip. Swearing under your breath as you regained your balance, you looked back to glare at the beam, lying on the floor. Not like you had chosen to walk through an active construction site. But as you glared at the beam, movement in the corner of your eye caught your attention. Suddenly curious, you looked to see her again, but something was off.
She was a few feet away, leaning with her palms against an upright beam, her head hanging between her arms. Her purple shirt had ridden up her swollen middle, making that familiar throb return instantly. You couldn’t pick out every little detail, but there were a few things you could. For one, she had been sweating. A lot. You had been sweating quite a bit too, your own shirt displaying that fact. But she had been, and was still, sweating. Her stomach glistened in the sunlight as she swayed her hips from side to side. And that was the second thing. You watched her sway, her movements capturing you in a trance. There was something about those hips that told you something was off though.
All at once, she suddenly froze, and your heart stopped. Had she seen you staring? No, you realized, something else was happening. You watched as her gravid womb shrunk into her body, and the aching down below got worse. She was having a contraction. You kept watching as she rolled her head around clockwise, letting out a whine that bounced around the empty frame of a house. That made it even worse. She stood like that for a good minute, rolling her head in a circle, occasionally changing from clockwise to counterclockwise, and vice versa. And you stood there for a good minute good, watching this gorgeous, gravid girl contract in the middle of a construction site.
The contraction had to end eventually, and when it did, she pushed herself off the beam. Her belly sagged back outwards, and you could hear her groan as it did. It looked like it sat even lower than this morning, and that seemed impossible. No way she wasn’t in labor now. She definitely shouldn’t be here.
And neither should you, you realized with a start as she cupped her swell and began to waddle off. Panting yourself, you quickly walked back to your car, completely forgetting about your lunch. Just watching her contract had gotten you so worked up, there was no way you could focus if you didn’t relieve yourself now. Thank God there were some tissues in your car. And so instead of eating, you masturbated in your car to the thought of the woman in the purple shirt, contracting hard in the middle of the site. Needless to say, you came pretty quickly, and pretty hard. At least cleanup was quick.
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You wiped the sweat from your brow as you slowly descended from the finished skeleton of a townhouse, looking up at you and your coworker’s handiwork. Not bad for a single day. The sun was getting low in the sky now, casting long shadows that threw most of the construction site into darkness. Most of the workers had left already, or were leaving now. You just wanted to get this done. Less work for tomorrow. At least overtime pay was good, you thought to yourself as you began to clean up. And you could move on to the house next to this one tomorrow. Packing your tools into a case, you grunted as you stood up from your squat, back aching after a long day of work. Now you could go home, take a shower and-
The faint sound of someone groaning in pain interrupted your thoughts. Your heart began to speed up as you looked around for the source of the noise. Accidents here were uncommon, but you had seem some pretty nasty ones before. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone directly, but you managed to narrow down the source of the groaning. Dropping your tools, you started off towards it, another pained groan prompting you into a jog. It sounded bad, whatever it was.
The pained cries took you to one of the more “finished” houses, on the far side of the site. There you slowly peeked around, and you were about to call out when you saw her. The same woman from before, leaning against a wall just like before, her butt towards you. You couldn’t see it, but you knew she was in the middle of a contraction, and a bad one at that. She let out a moan, her legs quivering and looking like they wanted to drop into a squat. Her butt kept sagging down, then coming back up, over and over like she was trying to decide if she wanted to squat or stand. Her cry reached a peak, and she threw back her head, her light brown hair falling just past her shoulders. Her butt sagged down, and then stayed there long enough for a gush of fluids to come crashing from her crotch.
Your eyes widened as her cry heightened in pitch, her head slamming back dow into her chest. She half gave in to a squat, butt sagging to hover just above her knees. As fluids dripped from her jeans. Holy fuck, she was pushing. You watched in a mixture of horror and arousal as she bore down, her cry turning into a deep, animalistic growl. You couldn’t see any progress, but the baby must have been real low. She spread her legs wide, gasping as the contraction ended and you saw a sliver her belly sag back down between her legs. A shaky hand reached down to fumble with her jeans, and you almost stepped forward to help before they fell down to her ankles. Panting hard, she stepped out of them and to the side, her butt still facing you.
She managed to get a pair of white panties with a flowery design on them to her knees she yelped, forced into pushing again. She pushed her butt out as she dropped into a half-squat again, giving you a decent view of her unshaved, now-bulging crotch. Progress was visible this time, as the bulge behind her lips grew and grew, the head quickly descending. It was obviously happening a lot faster than she was anticipating, because when the contraction ended and she reached down to feel the teardrop of hair between her lips she uttered an exhausted, horrified “Oh f-fuck!”
But her body didn't give her much time to rest. She yelped as the sliver of belly between her legs disappeared upwards and she began to bear down again. You watched as the blonde head widened that teardrop into a full circle. She could definitely feel it as well, letting out a sob as it began to emerge from her. She cried out as it painfully slowly moved, giving you time to soak it in. God, you were actually watching a woman give birth. And by the time the contraction had ended, it had really hit you, as well as your crotch. It ached badly down there, and you shifted uncomfortably as you watched her belly slide back down. She straightened up, spreading her legs as wide as she seemingly could, a good quarter of a head hanging out of her. She had managed to push out most of the scalp, but what little of its forehead she managed to push out had receded back upwards once the pushing was over.
Panting, she began to shift around in place, lifting one leg up and then the other. Eventually you figured out she was trying to get her flowery panties fully off, and a moment later they dropped to her ankles, soaked in amniotic fluid. Whimpering, she stepped out of them, back into the position you found her in. She kicked her soaked jeans away weakly, but her body had apparently decided that was bad. She didn't even have time to drop into her usual half-squat before she was crying out, bearing down as the forehead began to slide out of her lips. You saw the brow slide from her, then the eyes, and then the whole head popped from her bulging pussy with a burst of fluids.
She gasped as she felt the head gush from her, reaching down to feel as she repeatedly mumbled "Oh God, oh God, oh God-" over and over again. The pale, blonde head hanging from her pussy was a stark contrast to the tanned skin of its mother. The sight excited you. Just who was this baby's father? There was no ring on her hand, and she was a shy, quiet girl. You couldn't really see her having a boyfriend for some reason, and you definitely couldn't see her sleeping around either. You couldn't be sure, but the thought of a baby being forced into her tight, tanned cunt somehow excited you even more...
In the time you fantasized about your coworker's rape, she had taken off the orange hi-vis vest and thrown it to the side, and was standing alone from the beam, legs spread wide with the head dangling under her butt. She looked like she was going to go for her shirt next, and your nethers ached horribly at the thought of her swollen breasts hanging free. Both of you were surprised when her stomach suddenly and violently contracted, making her topple forward and hug the wooden beam for support, crying out again as she pushed. You watched, hand on your crotch, as her own crotch bulged outward as the baby began to emerge. Her cry turned into a scream as she stood up on her toes, body rigid for once. The shoulders were beginning to squeeze their way out of her unprepared slit when you realized it was going to come out, and she wasn't reaching forward for it. Your heart stopped, but what happened next was like it was in slow motion.
Her scream reached a peak as the first shoulder burst from her lips, and that triggered something within you to spur into action. You were running, reaching to catch the baby as the second shoulder emerged from her lips. Stooping low as the elbows came quick, you caught the newborn babe as it fell from the pussy of your screaming coworker, right into your hands. With a complementary gush of yellow-brown fluid, of course. It stunk, and she stunk, but you had caught it in time. You had surprised even yourself. You looked at the child in your hands as it began to squirm, then wail, umbilical cord trailing upwards. You looked up just in time to see its mother looked over her shoulder at you, eyes wide and bloodshot. You looked at each other for a while before you finally spoke.
"C-Congratulations..!" You meekly said.
"Th... Thank y-you..." She hoarsely stuttered. You simply nodded, just now feeling the burn in your knees. Apparently you had slid the last few feet to catch her child. Huh. You slowly rose, lifting the babe to let its mother take it. She turned around, leaning against the beam as she brought the newborn up to her chest. Both of your eyes were wide open, watching as she got the babe to suckle after a second. She looked back up at you, starting to say something, before she was interrupted by another, smaller gush of fluids from her crotch, and she let out a hoarse groan.
Her eyes squeezed shut while yours were locked open, staring at her bare, hairy crotch as she began to bore down again. She was having twins?! Well, you weren't really surprised, she had been, and was still, massive after all. She began to slowly slide into another half squat, groaning as the baby apparently moved down. It was still deep inside, so you couldn't see much. But God, she was sexy. You couldn't do much other than stare as she tenderly held her firstborn to her breast, bearing down on the second. Fluids soaked her pussy, dripping down onto the concrete. The puddle of original fluids was by her feet, and underneath her crotch a new one was gathering, snaking out along the hard floor. The steady dripping of fluids from her lips was mesmerizing, and you found yourself staring at her hairy lips as she labored. She gasped loudly as the contraction ended, her free right hand scrambling for something to grab. She squeaked out a meek "Help-!" just as you started to reach your hand out, squatting down to reach her level. You almost immediately regretted it, as it was like putting your hand in a hydraulic press. It felt like she was going to break your hand as she slowly lowered her body to sit on the cool concrete.
She didn't let go of your hand, and then next contraction hit her soon. You winced as she gripped it even harsher, but it was a small price to pay for the view. She spread her legs wide, the baby deep in her canal forcing them open. You still couldn't see anything, and she wasn't bulging yet, so you assumed the first was just fast and this one was actually taking its time. She gulped down a breath in the middle of the contraction, letting out a high-pitched whine as she continued to bear down. Her whole body glistened with sweat as she did, making that ache in your pants just a little bit worse. You just hoped she wouldn't notice. It seemed like she had more important things to worry about though.
She finally released your hand at the end of the contraction, proceeding to gulp down more breaths while she still could. You rubbed your hand, pretty damn sore from her iron grip. She noticed, and began to apologize profusely.
"S-Sorry..! So sorry..! I really didn't mean to... Hurt you..! God, it just hurt so much, I'm so so sorry..!"
You shook your head, grabbing her hand again. "No reason to apologize," You said as your eyes darted between her crotch, her belly, and her eyes. "You're giving birth. I won't hold it against you."
She gave a weak smile, weakly squeezing your hand. "T-Thank y-" She cried out suddenly, her iron grip returning as she instinctually bore down again. She yelled as the babe barreled its way down her canal, still hidden from you within her depths, but very much visible to her in a different way. You could only imagine how it felt. Even with her tall stature and apparent strength, it must have been torture for her poor pussy.
She began to sob near the end of the contraction, still no head in sight. You shushed her, trying to calm her as she stopped pushing. She tried to talk, but only managed to stutter out a single word. You knew what she was trying to say.
"H-Headd..?" She hoarsely stuttered.
You looked at her crotch, your eyes searching for a sliver of hair between her lips. Either there was none yet, or it was hidden within her own hair. You tried to see some semblance of head, you really did, but you could only shake your head at her. She let out a wail, letting her head thunk against the wooden beam. You began to worry. Was something wrong? Was it stuck inside her? You began to think about how long it would take for an ambulance to get here, or what you could do in the time that it did. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes as she began to push again, but almost immediately there was hope. You watched her bushy crotch intensely, letting out a whoop as soon as she began to bulge. She could definitely feel it as well, and doubled down on her efforts to get her second child after her. Gripping her leg to pull her legs open, you watched as her crotch bulged outward. It bulged, bulged, bulged, and then there was suddenly a sliver of hair that didn't match her pubes.
"Head! Head, I can see the head! You cried out.
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGHHHHHHH!!!!” She wailed back.
You winced at the inhuman noise she made as she began to crown, pushing hard to get her little one out of her. And it was working. You watched as the sliver of muddy blonde hair was pushed into a teardrop, then an 'O'. The contraction mercilessly stopped there, leaving her heaving and pale. You felt like you should do something, but you had no idea what. There was really nothing else you could do to help her.
Apparently there was one thing you could do. You felt her snag your hand again, pulling you towards her as she panted. She managed to mutter out a pained "Sorry-!" before her iron grip was back yet again, accompanied by a contraction. You watched as her womb contracted inward, working hard to get her baby out. And it was beginning to work.
The head began to slowly slide out, somewhat bigger than its sibling. Probably what had caused it to take its time. No matter though, it was here now, and its mother was determined. You watched in a mixture of shock and arousal as the head slowly slid out from her, pulling her with it until the eyes slid past. This time there was no gush of fluids, as it had slowly emerged. But it was like a waterfall around the head, fluids quickly collecting before her spread slit. She released her iron grip on your hand, but didn't let go, as you waited for the body to rotate. It slowly did, and she whimpered as you found yourself caressing her hand.
"You're almost done, it's almost out..." You whispered to her.
"Fuuuuucccckkkk..." She groaned back.
It wasn't long until she was contracting again, shrieking with effort as her second child made its way out of her. She suddenly let go of your hand mid-push to pull her legs apart. That allowed you to catch the babe that quickly slid from her crotch afterwards, dousing your hands and forearms in more of her amniotic fluids. You both gagged, the smell getting overpowering. Despite the smell, you were still aching down there. You kinda liked it, actually... Whether you liked it or not, there was now a newborn babe in your hands for the second time today. Blinking, you slowly handed it to its mother, who sobbed at the sight of it. Both cords still trailed into her, something you found oddly hot. You smiled as she held her secondborn to her chest, soaked in fluids like the first.
'Idiot!' You suddenly thought. You quickly took off your shirt, using it as a rag and wiping off the babes she held. After you were done, you threw it to the side. You'd probably never wear that again. As you watched the damp shirt hit the ground, you were grabbed again by the brand new mother, still in her purple shirt. She was exhausted, drained even, but she was happy.
"Hey... Thank you..." She muttered, barely audible.
You smiled.
"Just another day, huh..?"
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Uber sorry I didn’t get this one out on time y’all, but happy late Labor Day!!
A/N: I started this fic in early September 2023 during my Miguel O’Hara fixation. I had it in my Google docs as a draft, I went back and revised/added to it so it can be put here.
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It was when you felt the cramping pains of the first contraction that you couldn’t deny it anymore…you knew you had to give birth soon.
You started experiencing feelings of nausea in the afternoon while Miguel, your husband, and the baby’s father, was out. That nausea was followed by aching pains felt in your lower back which then traveled to your pelvis. In the meantime, you’d finished the chores and tasks needing to be done in the apartment - anything that could distract you from the progressing labor.
But now that everything is finished for the day, you can’t help but focus on the pain that came with the moments leading up to your baby’s birth. Miguel wasn’t going to be home until the evening.
You walk around the living room, riding out those incoming contractions. Another intense contraction hit, around 15 minutes from the last one, followed by an immense pressure in your belly. God, this was not comfortable at all. In fact, you hadn’t exactly recalled what “comfortable” felt like for some time now. Particularly during the third trimester of your pregnancy, something would always ache or swell. It was hard to breath and find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. But now what was to come in this part of your pregnancy journey was going to be very much agonizing.
“Just a little longer, okay?” You speak softly to your baby who is kicking you hard. “Daddy’s not home yet.”
6:00pm arrived. Miguel still wasn’t home. You’re still in the living room, you’ve moved yourself to laying on your back on the couch, groaning and breathing, panting out through each contraction. You switch positions constantly, from laying on your back to your sides, or turning around and sprawling out with your front leaning over the cushions, anything to get somewhat comfortable. You rub your belly, trying to apply any sort of massaging pressure to your physical aches.
Ever since you found out you were expecting, Miguel had been very attentive and caring towards you and your soon-to-be born baby. He’s been amazing during this whole pregnancy journey. Just the thought of Miguel being here with you, holding you and caring for you through the moments through your agonizing labor has you excited but also anxious about him being able to make it in time before your labor progresses much further.
You take a deep breath and try to relax. You decide you’re gonna get through this, just need to wait a little longer.
A few agonizing moments later, you hear the doorknob click in the distant hallway. You struggle to sit up from your position, anticipating Miguel entering through the door. You get yourself up off of the couch to move behind it, leaning forward and pressing your hands on the back of the couch. A sense of relief washes over you as you see that it’s him walking through the door.
Miguel shuts the front door behind him and gets himself settled into the house as he walks towards the living room. He sees you leaning behind the couch, hunched over.
“Querida, what are you–” Miguel finds himself cut off as you rush to embrace him. He hugs you back, and just the feeling of him returning your touch sends you over the edge. You lean into him to press your lips against his.
“Miguel, you’re here.” You breathe, leaning into him for a kiss for some moment of time before you pull away to let out a low groan as the pressure in your belly accumulates in your pelvis. The sounds of pain you emit from your lips alerts him, and he turns to look at you with worry.
“What’s wrong? Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his concern present in his voice. He brushes your cheek with his hand, cupping it with his palm.
You shut your eyes and shake your head. “The baby’s coming.”
His eyes widen. “What? Did your water break?”
“No, but I’ve been having contractions since this afternoon. They’re like…12 minutes or so apart now?” Your breath is becoming more labored as you talk.
Miguel holds his hands to the sides of your heaving belly, he looks down at your very large bump where yours and his baby was, so eager to be born. Miguel smiles before looking back up at you. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”
“I’m sorry, I just thought I could hold it out until you came home. If you were gonna be out for much longer I would’ve definitely tried to reach you.”
“Well, I’m here now, so we’ll just get you to the room.”
“Okay, let’s just – hhhrrrrggghhhh!! ” Your words are cut off by your own groan of pain as another feeling of immense pressure rips through your pelvis. You grab onto Miguel’s arms in response, trying to hold yourself together in all the intense pain you were feeling all of a sudden. Just then you feel a pop inside of you, and a gush of fluid pours out onto the floor right beneath you.
Miguel looks down at the puddle under your feet, then back up at you, his hands at your sides to make sure you don’t fall.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You plead.
“No no, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. Can you walk?” He asks.
“Mhm, yeah.” You nod.
He keeps his hands holding you close as you walk to the bedroom, then into the adjacent connected bathroom. You’ve stripped yourself of your soaked shorts, and you’re only in your underwear and one of Miguel’s large t-shirts he let you wear whenever you wanted.
He has you both standing in the front of the bathroom mirror, laying your back against the front of his body. Miguel took his work clothes off too and now was just in his briefs and a base-layer t-shirt. He’s big and strong and muscular…just drop-dead sexy; just the sight of him actually manages to distract you from your labor pains which makes them somewhat more bearable.
More loud groans leave your lips during the contractions. Slow, deep breaths, you remind yourself. Miguel keeps his hands holding underneath the swell of your belly, pressing his hands slightly upward against the gravity that was pulling down on your body.
“That’s it, baby, breathe just like that.” He tells you.
“Mmmhmmm…” You respond, you just lean your head back against his shoulder and huff out a slow breath.
“You’re doing so good, querida…you’re so, so beautiful…” He whispers with a smile, kissing your head through your hair.
“Tell that to yourself, handsome.” You smirk. He chuckles in response.
“Let me know what you need.” He said.
You needed this, needed him to hold you like this. “Can I get into the tub?”
“Of course.”
Miguel fills the tub with warm water, you strip yourself of your underwear and shirt. You step inside the tub and sink yourself in. The water alleviates some of the gravitational pressure off of your belly, its warmth provides some relief to your aches.
He kneels on the floor outside of the bathtub, squeezing your hand while holding your head with his other hand.
You have another contraction 8 minutes from the last one, you tuck your chin to your chest and groan out. Your groaning melts into soft whimpers. Miguel leans in closer to you from outside of the tub, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Ohhhhhh…Miguel…!” You whine as the strong contraction passes over you. “Hooohhhhhh…”
“Breathe,” He speaks softly. “I got you.”
You slow your breathing down. Breathe in, breathe out, you remind yourself, though you can’t help but continue to let out groans of pain. Miguel whispers in your ear words of sweet encouragement. You can do this, you have Miguel with you.
You stay in the bathtub, waiting out more contractions until the water becomes lukewarm. You drain the tub, and Miguel helps you get out and dry you down with a towel. Another contraction comes in at 6 minutes, and you let out a breathy moan of pain. Miguel holds you close, shushing you gently and assuring you’re going to be okay.
You both walk over to the bed you share. You lay your towel on the mattress and get yourself sitting on top of it while Miguel props up the pillows for you. You lean your sore back against the pillows, trying to get yourself into a position that feels at least decently comfortable. God, you needed this, just to rest for a moment before giving birth. Miguel climbs into bed and lays next to you, holding you close in his strong arms.
“Is the room warm enough for you?” He asks.
“Mhm, yes.” You nod.
“Do you need water?”
“I could use a drink, sure.”
Miguel takes the plastic bottle of water on the nightstand, opening it and raising the bottle to your lips for you to take slow sips. He puts the bottle away to focus his attention on you.
Another intense contraction hits you, causing you to whimper softly in desperation and hold your hand to your bump. Your breathing becomes labored again as the contraction passes. You grip on the back of Miguel’s t-shirt in desperation, and tears stream in your eyes. “Oh god, it hurts…I need to push…”
Miguel reaches his hand out where your hand is placed, rubbing gentle circles at the taut skin of your swollen and aching belly. He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I know. But you’re not there yet.”
You groan in agony and melt into a sob. “I’m done…I’m so done with this…”
Miguel reached his hand to your tear-soaked cheek, cupping it wiping your tears with his thumb before stroking the side of your hair.
“You’re almost there, cariño.” He says, voice gentle, sorrowful for the state he put you in, and excited at the same time for what was to come. “You have me here with you. Just keep breathing, I got you.”
You manage an exhausted smile. “I love you, Mig.” You breathe.
“I love you too.” He smiled. “Let me take care of you.” He plants another soft kiss on your forehead. He puts his hand back onto your belly, leaning over to kiss it. Miguel’s lips are soft and warm against the taut skin of your bump.
You run your fingers through his dark locks. When he moves himself up closer to your face, you shift your hands behind his broad shoulders. “Thank you, Miguel, you’re so amazing.” You breathe.
“Anything for you, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you.” You crash your lips into his, multiple times. Your kisses become desperate as you can feel your labor progressing further to the point of a strong urge to push.
Through this next part of the labor leading up to the delivery, your mind constantly switches focus between the pain and Miguel’s presence. You cling to him, cry out to him as a searing pain cuts through between your legs.
“Hey, hey, I’m here, baby, tell me what you need.” Miguel says.
You place your hands at the sides of his dark locks. “I need to pushhhh....” You huff through your teeth.
“I’ll check you.” He looks at your crotch and examines your dilation. “You’re ready, we’ll get you pushing here.”
“Okay, good, okay.” You pant.
“Get up and hold onto me.” Miguel reaches his hand to your back and helps you upward. You find yourself struggling to get up when your large belly is in the way. You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around and above Miguel’s neck and shoulders. He places his hands at the sides of your heavy belly. You groan out through another contraction, and Miguel feels the cramping muscle movements in your belly against his palms.
“On the count of three,” Miguel instructs. “One…two…three…push…”
With that you push your first push, groaning out through the force you exert. Fuck, it’s happening, you’re giving birth. You spread your legs further apart on the mattress. Your contractions are coming in very close to each other now. You keep your arms wrapped around Miguel and continue to push through the cramping pains.
“That’s it. Push just like that, sweetheart.” He tells you.
“Can you see anything?” You wince.
“You’re bulging, I don’t see any hair yet.”
A bit frustrated, you grunt loudly through another push. You gasp for breath, you feel the gravity pulling down on you from your belly, and your breaths become irregular.
“Breathe. Pant out, pant it out.” Miguel instructs.
You pant accordingly. Your breathing is not too rapid, but they are quick and deep. You let out a moan, spreading your shaky legs wider. You hug Miguel tighter as your crotch begins to burn as you’re crowning.
“I can’t do this…I can’t…” You shake your head, sobbing. “Miguel, it burns!”
“I know it’s hard, baby.” Miguel says as he rubs your back. He kisses your cheek a couple times. “See if you can focus on your breathing and let the head move down on its own.”
“Okay…” You agree. You focus on your breathing accordingly, slow deep breaths. The next contraction comes in, and you adjust your hips. You groan out as you push, and you can feel the baby’s head inch further out, but it’s still painful.
“Ooohhhh, it hurts!” You cry out as a searing pain overtakes your strained crotch, and grip onto Miguel’s back in response. You’re sobbing and sweating profusely, struggling to give birth as the baby’s crowning head begins to feel stuck. “Mig, I need you.”
“I'm here. Just tell me what to do, honey.”
“I need you to touch me.”
“Okay,” Miguel nods. You immediately make eye contact with him, his dark brown eyes are soft as they gaze directly at you. He holds his fingers to your crotch. “Look at me, cariño, Let me relax you.”
You nod and lock your eyes on Miguel’s. He begins to rub his rough fingers against your labia, kissing your tear-soaked cheek gently as he stimulates your sensitive pussy.
“Does this feel good?” He asks.
“Yes~” You moan out with each stroke of his fingers, and you feel your opening relax with each touch. You whine out as you cum, the release just completely fogging your mind in a haze of pleasure. As you come back from the fogged state of your mind, you take a deep breath and you push again, this time the baby’s head slides out with more ease.
“Oh god, here it comes…” You huff. “Pushing feels so gooddddd…”
“That's wonderful. You’re doing so well.” Miguel assures as he cups your baby’s head in his palm. “Baby’s coming along. I see some hair.”
“Yes…baby’s coming…” You nod, panting out shaky moans as you continue to push the shoulders out with more force. Your groans become louder, you cling to Miguel tighter as you feel your knees weaken and tremble. Breathe, you tell yourself, as another contraction drives you to push down harder through the tightness in your crotch. The feeling of your baby’s shoulders being pushed freed from your body makes you gasp in overwhelm.
“There you go, that’s my girl.” Miguel encourages you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. The soft kisses he plants on your neck make you shiver and you exhale out a laugh. You’re sore, tired, and drenched in sweat. But Miguel looks so good right now, holding you close in his strong arms and never losing his focus from you, his beautiful, gorgeous, birthing wife.
“Miguel…” You pant.
“I’m here, sweetheart.” Miguel assures you.
“How much longer?”
“You pushed out the shoulders, just push a few more times and the baby will be here.”
“Okay, okay…” You spread your legs further. You take a deep breath as you anticipate another contraction coming along. Breathe and push, like you’ve been doing.
“Baby’s coming along further.” He says. Keep going.”
“Oh god…oh god…!!” You whine desperately.
“Breathe, pant it out,” Miguel says. “I’m still here.”
You nod and pant through this hard push. “Get it out…GET IT OUT!!!” You scream.
“You’re almost there, keep holding onto me.”
This is it, the last stretch before you can welcome your baby into the world. You sob and scream louder as you push harder. Miguel’s hand is cupping the baby’s head as you exert a large push of more force. Miguel’s words of praise and encouragement are so soft in your ear.
“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Miguel tells you as you continue to push down through the contractions. He kisses your tear-soaked cheek again. “You’re doing so beautifully.”
“Oh my god…oh my god…Miguel…” You repeat through heavy breaths. “Miguel, please help me…”
“I’m here, I still got you. Keep pushing, you’re doing so good.” Miguel tells you. His focus is all on you in this last stretch.
You press your hand to your thigh and scream louder through the push. “OOOOOHHHHHH!!!”
“You got it baby…PUSH!!!” He continues to hold and support you. “Keep pushing, just like that!”
“MIGUEL, IT’S COMING!!!” You push and yell and push, until you feel a massive gush of fluid flow out of you. You catch your breath and look down, and see Miguel’s hand holding the squirming baby which has been completely freed from your body. It’s over.
Miguel lifts the crying newborn for you to hold in your arms. “Oh my baby, there you are.” You cup your baby's head close to your chest, and you gasp and sob out of joy and relief. “Miguel, we did it.”
Miguel wraps his other arm around you and brings you and your baby you’re holding closer to him. He smiles with a visible tear of emotion in his eye, and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m so happy.” He sighs.
The mid afternoon sunlight filters through the window of our bedroom. I keep my eyes shut as I awaken, drinking up every last second of our siesta while I can.
You wake up as I stir, and watch through sleepy half-lidded eyes as I roll over my gravid belly to lay on my back and stretch, taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly.
I kick the blankets down the bed and curiously peel my shirt back over my bump. Inside I feel the lively baby squirm and kick, roiling about as if getting more frustrated about their own inability to stretch out. You reach out and snuggle into me, placing a hand on my belly, and I meet you with a sweet kiss.
I smile and place my hands beside yours, immersing myself in feeling the life roiling inside my womb, nestled safe and warm within my belly.
The baby chills out and stills for a moment, and just then my womb tweaks obviously, startling you awake. "Oh shit, was that a contraction?" You ask.
"Noooo..? Maybe..?" I play puzzled. "Maybe it's just Braxton-hicks?"
I can't fool you and we both know it. You jump up worriedly. "How long have you been having them? Did they just start? How strong are they? That one felt pretty strong.. Are you going into labour? Or already in labour? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Okay, calm down, calm down." I reassure. "If you want an answer you have to give me a chance to respond." I sigh.
"I've been having contractions for a few hours. They're getting stronger but I don't know how close I am. I'm still fine. They hurt, like, a lot. But not bad enough that I can't nap, right?"
"Shit; we've gotta get you to the hospital!"
"Fuck no. We talked about this already, love, and you don't get to decide to change your mind. No way in hell I'm going to a hospital. I don't need some stranger tying me up and prodding me while I'm trying to have your baby; you can do that just as well yourself, can't you?" I tease.
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The evening sun shines in through the window of our bedroom. A cool breeze flows through the open screen and over my bare skin, the pleasant sensation a welcome distraction from the pain.
You rub my lower back tenderly as you watch over my labour. I've long since shed my shirt and pants, rejecting the hot and restricting fabric to let the rays of sun bathe my pale skin.
I arch my back as a contraction strikes. I lean into you breathlessly, and let out a very long groan as the ache tears through my body. Halfway though I pant to catch my breath, and then groan again. The contractions are getting longer, and harder, and faster, as they begin to fall into a rhythm, the percussive march that heralds forth the birth.
"Fuck.." I pant. "Fuck, it's so much. I can't.."
You run your fingers through my long hair as you soothe me gently. "You're doing fine. You're almost through this part, and soon you'll be pushing out my baby." I smile a little. You continue teasing. "Yeah? You like the sound of that, don't you? There's only one thing you love more than being this heavy and swollen with my babies; and that's getting to birth them out."
I tremble a little, for some motley reason of anticipation, pain, excitement and exhaustion. Just as the thought crosses my mind that I'm due for another contraction, it rolls in like a slow, long tide, enveloping my senses in the intensity of the pressure and- "Ah! Ah, oh god, oh fuck..! It's coming! Th-the baby's coming!"
I pinch my eyes shut and try not to howl with the brilliant pain. You move beside me and go to feel for my dilation. To your surprise, you meet the head already eagerly descending into my birth canal, waters intact.
"You're right, love, it's time for you to give birth. Are you ready to push?"
"Good boy! Come on, the contraction's still coming. Push!"
It doesn't take much convincing. The urge overtakes me and I bear down, holding my breath and channeling the pressure downwards through my abdomen.
I break and take but a second to breathe before continuing. My face scrunches and my belly tenses, all hands on deck as I toil.
I gasp for air, winded from the effort. "Breathe, breathe, love. Take your time, your body knows what to do."
I lay back and stare at the ceiling, slowing my breathing, and rest, as the contraction has subsided, taking with it the excitement and urge to push. "I hope it's not to big.. I hope it's not stuck.."
"What? I thought you liked it that way. Makes it more interesting, doesn't it?" You wink.
I want so badly to be upset with you, I want so badly not to find that funny, but try as I might to deny it I feel the humour lift some weight from my body and something like a smile tease at the corner of my mouth.
"Is it crowning yet?" I ask.
"You can feel for yourself if you want. But no, not yet. You've still got a ways to go so conserve your strength."
I nod. I lay still for a few more moments and gather my strength. Just as the contraction begins I haul myself upwards into a kneeling position.
I take a few deep breaths and lean forward. "Get ready and push, love!" I steady myself. "Push!"
As I push I feel the difference with the change of position. Gravity starts to do its share, and while it doesn't do much for opening my pelvis, I can feel the movement nonetheless.
I feel the rhythm, finally, as it starts to set in. I rock back and forth and breathe and push, losing myself in the cycle - breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push.
The head inches downwards, boring its way through my flesh. As it comes closer and closer to the sensitive opening it feels different, more. It really feels like the erupting force threatens to split me open. I barely notice that as I've pushed I've leaned forward slowly until it's easier to make myself comfortable on all fours.
It's here, watching me strain and sweat, that you realize just how helpless you are. You shuffle around me to get a better look.
I grasp at the sheets, the bed, at my belly, at you, desperate and writhing beneath the intensity. I pant and pant and puuuush, puuuush, PUUSH!
My pussy begins to part as the head encroaches upon it. The intact sac glistens as it appears between my legs. Face into the bed my moans are muffled. You rub my back and comfort me in vain; it's all up to me now to give birth to your baby.
With the next contraction my body tenses. My legs tremble, my breath wavers and I sob through the pain. The sobs curl into a determined wail as i bear down, pressure rippling through my belly and hips. The head continues to squeeze through, stretching into sight bit by bit.
"Here it comes, love. I can see it. Don't stop pushing."
I obey, choking my breath through another contraction. I heave, and push, the head moving so slowly towards the world, gripped firmly within my birth canal.
The contraction lulls, and so does my urge to push, and I'm left with nothing but the awareness of the huge baby's position in my pelvis, filling the space between my hips like nothing I've ever felt. I rock my hips side to side, forward and back, savouring the sweet stretch and the bitter pain threatening to tear down my consciousness.
You look on with pride and.. oh such lust. You can't deny how much it turns you on to see me like this, bent over and stretched open before you, labouring and toiling while I give birth to your baby. The waistband of your pants is all there is between you and ecstasy but you resist thre urge to touch yourself.
The rhythm returns and I whine as I lean into the contraction.
"C'mon baby, push it out for me. Push it out!"
"NNnnnggghh.. I'm... pushing... as hard as I can.."
The head begins to crown, my bulging slit parting around it. As I release the pressure and catch my breath it retreats back inside. "Hah.. hah.. ha.. aaa-hhhhhnnnnnnnnngh...!"
I bear down with all my strength, working through the stinging crown. The supple skin of my cunt grows thin and tight as it clings to the slowly protruding head of our baby.
"It's co-ming! Oh fuck, it's coming out!" I cry.
You've got a pretty sweet view while I push for you. My ass in the air, bearing down while your new baby squeezes into view between my legs.
I sink down into the bed and scream into the pillow, the unquenchable burning of the crown battling the insurgent urge to push. My poor tight, engorged little pussy bulges all around the head.
"It's stretching me open… Oh my god, the head.."
I breathe and pant in desperation, the intensity refusing to quell. All I can think and feel is the baby trying to stretch through my abused opening. "It's burning. It's burning. It's so hard.. I can't.. I have to.. I.."
"You're doing so good babe. Feel my baby stretch open the hole I fucked it into. Breathe and let it open you up."
"I have to push so bad. I have to push this baby out.." I start bearing down again one push at a time. "Fuck, it's so hard! I'm trying so hard to give birth but it won't- GAAAAH!"
Suddenly the sac breaks inside me, and a little gush of amniotic fluid trickles forth, but the big head stops the rest of the flow like a stuck cork.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHH!" The new change in pressure shifts the baby and my vagina finally starts to span around the bulge.
"That's it, babe! Push, pushhh, puuuuush!"
"Nnnngghhh... p.. puuuuuuuush...." I groan. I lean my hips back and shift my knees, opening up for the baby to come out. "puuuuuuuuush...!"
"puush... puuuuush...." I keep narrating myself. The head starts to crown fully, stretching all the way. "I'm giving birth to it.. the head is almost out of me.."
"One big push! Cmon, birth it!"
I hold my breath and force everything into one big push. "Ghhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa-aaaah-AHHHHHHH! Ahhh ohhhhh, the head..! ahhhh..... ahhhhh..."
All at once the head shears out between my legs, accompanied by a cascade of fluid which gushes onto the bed below me, carrying the head to dangle out of my birth canal.
"Oh my god, it's coming! My baby is- nnnnhh puuuuuuuushh... puuuush..." The urgency is still there, it's not out yet as I feel the whole body stretch my vagina. "I'm fucking pushing..."
The body slides through ever so slowly, from the shoulders all the way to the hips, in one long push, and then suddenly, finally, the legs slip all the way out from inside me and the gurgling baby falls onto the bed between my legs.
"There's my baby, you did it babe! You did such a good job giving birth to it!"
Another story written with the help of @shhhsecretsideblog
Lets hope you enjoy it :)
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Captain Tony Joplins, member of the Royal Marines - and first-time father-to-be was actually giddy with excitement. He stared at the calendar on his desk in the barracks - it had 3 dates ringed. First was the due date of the baby - over a week ago now. The next was the expected completion date of his tour of duty - 2 weeks after the due date of his baby. And today, another date that had been circled. Today was a special day. Today was the day he was going home.
The peacekeeping mission had been a success, his team was handling the handover of power to the local militia, and they were working on demobilisation now. He was granted special permission to return home to see his wife.
If it was through sheer dumb luck, willpower or the obstinate attitude of the mother and baby he didn’t know, but a week past her due date, she still hadn’t delivered.
She always said she would wait until he got back… but never in his wildest dreams did Tony think he would make it back in time for the birth.
He held the phone to his head talking casually to his wife.
“Uh huh. Really… you don’t say. So, how’s the bump? No sign of anything happening ? I honestly can’t believe it too baby. I mean you must be grumpy and aching.”
The call went on for 10 minutes more with the couple catching up on the days news. Sarah, Tony’s wife had no idea he was planning an early trip home, and he wanted to keep the surprise as long as he could.
“Ok baby I’ve got to go. Speak to you tomorrow, get some rest it must be getting late there. Put the phone on your belly so I can say goodnight to our little munchkin. Goodnight dumpling”. He signed off with a kiss down the phone and wished his wife goodnight.
The second he hung up the phone, he picked up his travel bag, turned out the light to the barracks office and signalled the crew driver to take him to the airport. He was on his way home.
***
Sarah hung up the phone and put it back on charge beside the bed. Getting to speak to Tony was always the highlight of the day; she missed him dearly. But she understood his career, why he’d enlisted with the Royal Marines, how much it meant to him to do what he does. It was one of the reasons she fell in love with him - his selflessness.
Being an independent person, it never bothered Sarah to have a husband frequently away on duty. She was happy running the house, going to work, getting to watch whatever she wanted of an evening. And whenever Tony was home, they would more than make up for the time apart by spending days holed up in bed together. Which is how she’d gotten to be the size of a house right now.
Her hand rubbed over the large swell of her pregnant belly that was sitting heavily atop her thighs. A week overdue and she felt… huge. Her ankles were swollen, her breasts were spilling out of all her maternity bras, and her stomach was stretched so far she often found herself cupping her hands underneath to physically hold it up.
But Sarah wouldn’t have it any other way. Tony was going to be home in a week and she was certain both her and the baby could wait that long. The midwife had mentioned an induction to her earlier that day during her routine checkup, given she was a week overdue with still no sign of baby, but Sarah was quick to shut that suggestion down. The baby would come when they were good and ready, and Sarah was sure they were holding out for dad’s return.
Taking a few deep breaths to prepare herself Sarah hauled her body up off the bed, where she’d been resting during her call with Tony, and started getting ready for bed. It was late and her body was exhausted. The one good thing about being this heavily pregnant while your husband was on tour was that she had the whole bed to herself. Well, plus the giant pregnancy pillow.
***
Tony approached the military airfield and hopped on the waiting aeroplane. He turned off his phone with a sigh of contentment. He had to get to the more publicly accessible airport first which involved a quick hop over to the civilian airfields, quick change into his civvies and then a 4 hour flight back home. In around 5 hours he could surprise his wife who would hopefully be sleeping soundly in bed at the time - if she wasn’t up for the dozenth time in the night to pee he recited in his head, the same mantra given to him by Sarah for weeks now.
The military aircraft hop was uneventful, check in at the civilian airport went as expected and as the pilot announced the plane was ready to take off, all was good in the world.
Back at home though, Sarah had struggled to sleep. She couldn’t get comfortable. The Braxton hicks contractions were worse than ever, though she was timing them, expecting things to get progressively worse, they were very erratic.
Rubbing her distended stomach, she asked her little passenger to calm down, to let mummy sleep, but for whatever reason, solely known to her subconscious and her baby, it would never settle.
***
“Did you want anything to drink sir?” The air steward asked Tony.
“Yes please.” Replied Tony as he put down his book and looked over the options available on the trolly.
“What would you like?”
He was technically on leave now, he told himself looking at all the alcoholic options atop the trolley. It had been a long day, getting everything finished before his departure and the multiple flights, he could really use a drink. But his thoughts drifted to Sarah, he wanted to get home as soon as possible and didn’t want to turn up with beer on his breath.
“I’ll just have a splash of water thanks.”
***
The bed was wet. Sarah woke up groaning into her pillow and feeling damp sheets beneath her thighs.
“Oh… oh no baby. You were doing so well, waiting for your dad to come home.” Sarah grumbled as the twisting cramp pulling her further away from sleep.
Curling around her belly, she breathed through the wave that seemed more intense than before she’d gone to sleep. The baby wiggled and kicked inside, clearly they were also disgruntled and disturbed by the change of events.
When the contraction passed Sarah pushed herself up, swinging her legs off the bed and rubbing her heavy stomach. “Hooo- so you’ve decided to come out now then have you?” She asked her unborn babe, talking to the baby was something she frequently did. “Well if I’m not going to be able to sleep, might as well get up and change the bedding. Put the washing on, can’t have these sheets staying like this.”
Sarah bundled up the sheets into a pile on the bed as she stopped, one hand on the bare mattress, one on her belly, a rogue contraction catching her off guard. She groaned through the pain, surprised at the urges her body was going through.
“I wonder if Joss is awake…” she mumbled to herself, something to take her mind off her predicament.
Joss, or Jocelyn to use her full name was Sarah’s midwife, and whilst she knew she was on risk of call at any time considering the late stage of her pregnancy, getting a call at 1am is never fun… especially if she could be potentially in labour for several hours.
As the contraction ebbed away, she grabbed the sheets and walked with the bundle rested on top of her bump as she waddled downstairs into the kitchen, dumped the sheets on the floor, pulled open the washer door and after putting in the load, set the machine away.
She thought of her options. She could contact Joss, but preferred not to this early, and considered trying to contact Tony, but she had no way to contact his military sat phone, only his personal mobile which he may not have access to on patrol - then considered that perhaps she didn’t want to worry him with no way for him to get back home.
The thoughts were racing through her head when the next contraction snuck up on her. She felt suddenly doubtful and unprepared, though she knew she had researched this countless times and knew exactly what to expect. It just suddenly got real though.
With hands braced against the kitchen countertop, Sarah took deep, slow breaths. In and out, in and out. Allowing the long exhales to both aid with the contraction but also to steady and calm her mind.
No amount of research could truly prepare her for the experience of birth. The contractions were sharper and more intense than she’d expected early labour to be, and knowing this was just the start made her teeter toward the panicked uncertainty. Regulating her breathing helped, as did having the task of putting on the wash.
Deciding to wait to call Joss, until things were a bit more established and when she’d actually need the support, Sarah slowly pottered around the kitchen finding tasks to do to distract her. She wiped down all the work surfaces, reorganised all the kitchen cupboards, threw away out of date cans and cleaned behind infrequently used glassware. Unloading the dishwasher proved difficult, unable to bend down with the size of her pregnant belly and forcing her to squat down to get the items in the bottom drawer. It was of course during this task when another contraction struck. With her heavy bump hanging low between her thighs, Sarah grasped up and held fast to the edge of the counter as the contraction tore through her body, squeezing and twisting the muscles, working the baby down towards its exit. A long moan escaped her as it peaked and when it was over she hauled herself back to standing, breathing heavily.
“That was tough” she spoke out loud, vocalising her thoughts to no one in particular. She boiled her kettle and pulled a puppy pad from her birth supplies walking into her living room and placing it on her sofa to give her somewhere to sit.
Feeling another contraction come along as she walked back into her kitchen she paused - hands resting on her counter top again - as the waves took her breath away. She found herself closing her eyes and humming to herself as the wave crested and finally subsided, all the while her thoughts were drifting to suggestions such as ‘this hurts a lot more than I expected’ and ‘it’s happening fast.’
She plodded back into the living room and placed her hot tea on the desk next to the sofa, and in turn, slowly lowered herself down onto the pad she had placed earlier - the squelch and feeling of wetness on her thighs and ass an immediate reminder that she hadn’t changed out of her wet clothes from her water having broken.
She groaned to herself, as much out of frustration as anything else with having to get out of the seat again so early, but the dampness didn’t feel comfortable at all. A waddling trudge to the bedroom later and she had managed to change her pyjamas to a fresh pair and felt much more comfortable.
As she pulled up the damp pad to replace it with another, her body decided it was time for the next contraction and she grabbed hard into the back of her sofa, fingers digging into the leather like upholstery.
The pain left her panting and groaning, once more this contraction had been noticeably worse than the previous one, and she shook her head with it passing, deciding it was time to seek Joss’s support.
The midwife answered after only a few rings. Sarah habitually apologised for the calling at such a late hour, but to Joss it was all part of the job. After informing Joss of her broken waters and the frequency of the contractions, Sarah was relieved to hear the midwife was on her way over.
Over the next while, the intensity of the contractions really started to chip away at Sarah’s resolve. Her confidence in her strength was fading with every wave and Sarah felt herself wanting, and needing, support. Having Joss on her way helped, but it also made it very, very real. And she missed Tony. Her loving husband and father to this child should be here… she really didn’t want to do this without him. She looked up at the ceiling to try and stop the tears from gathering enough to roll down her cheeks.
Without even realising, Sarah unlocked her phone and called Tony’s mobile. It went to voicemail but she wasn’t surprised. Hearing his automated voicemail message brought a lump to her throat but she quickly swallowed it away before the sound of the beep.
“Hey honey, it’s me. Um….You’re probably out on patrol with no access to your phone. I know you’re busy saving the world, but um…. I guess I just wanted to hear your voice. Hoooo…” her breath hitched as the start of a contraction rolled towards her. “I…errrr also wanted to let you know that -hooooo- it’s baby time. Mmnnn, hang on-” she moved the phone away from her head slightly, humming her way through the latest peak. “Sorry, contraction. I’m okay, don’t worry. I’ve called Joss, she’s on her way over now. I just miss you, babe. I’ll try and keep you updated, though I don’t know when you’ll get these messages. Maybe next time we speak, we’ll be parents.” The smile on Sarah’s face could be heard through the tone of her voice. “I love you.”
Sarah hung up the phone and a minute later she heard the sound of Joss knocking at her front door.
Sarah grunted as she made her waddling way to the front door, one hand jammed heavily into her back, the pressure helped alleviate… something… with the whole process but she was just pleased with the temporary respite.
As the latch clicked on the door and the 2 ladies suddenly looked face to face with each other, it was Joss who spoke first.
“Baby kicking your ass real good?” She asked. Sarah could only nod. “Good, well I’ve got something that’s going to take the edge off.”
It was then Sarah noticed that Joss was carrying a bag slung over her shoulder and saw the gas bottle stored inside.
“Oh my hero… come on in” offered Sarah as she stepped back from the door and allowed Joss to come in behind her, closing the door as she entered.
“So little bubba finally making an appearance?” Asked Joss.
“Sure looks…” as Sarah suddenly grunted “and feels like it” she offered by way of reply.
Joss swung the bag onto the floor with a clunk and dug into it to pull out a regulator and mouthpiece. “Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours dearie… Joss is going to make it all better.”
Sarah took a liking to Joss in the early days of her pregnancy. She liked her amiable nature and her no fuss attitude. As Joss screwed on the regulator to the bottle she asked a few background info checks and finally handed the mouthpiece to Sarah.
“Just in time” she groaned as she put the tube into her mouth and sucked hard. She clenched the tube between her teeth and spoke around it “another one starting.”
Joss nodded and let her take her time before continuing with the admin.
***
At 30,000 feet, Tony lay back in his chair, headphones on and watched a movie. He couldn’t concentrate on it though, all his focus was on getting back to his wife. He looked at his watch. About 3 hours of flight time to go before he lands. He felt like a kid at Christmas.
The stewardess walked past and offered him a snack. He took the sandwich and smiled. By way of conversation the stewardess asked what he was travelling for when he revealed he was heading home for the birth of his first child. The stewardess congratulated him and popped back to the hold, bringing out a plush teddy bear with her. “Hope this brings back good memories of this flight when you get to see the baby.”
***
“I wasn’t expecting things to h-hurt so much so soon…” Sarah panted out and quickly returned the tube of gas to her mouth.
Kneeling on the floor in her living room, elbows resting on the sofa and puppy pad under her knees, Sarah worked through the latest contraction while Joss sat behind her kneading her lower back.
“Childbirth is no joke sweetie, they don’t call it ‘labour’ for nothing.” Joss chuckled to herself mainly, Sarah too busy inhaling the gas to pay much attention. “We’ll get you through this one and then I’ll check to see how far you’ve progressed. You’re doing brilliant dearie.”
Sarah grumbled and groaned through the latest wave, rocking her hips round in circles. When it was over she pulled the mouthpiece away and sat back on her heels, making sure the gas stayed within arms reach at all times.
“That was a rough one eh?” Joss asked, checking her watch and noting the time in her notebook.
“Hooo- yeah. They’re really ramping up now. It’s getting harder to talk through them.”
“Well that’s a good sign, means you’re progressing nicely. Now, shall we see how far you’ve progressed?” Joss asked, grabbing her gloves.
Sarah nodded and got back up to her knees, resting over the sofa cushions. Joss’s expert hands were soon uncomfortably inside her and she grunted.
“Sorry lovely, I’ll be quick.” Joss quipped. “Looking good. Just over 6cm dilated. You’ll be hitting transition soon, that’s where the fun really starts.”
“Can’t wait.” Sarah joked back.
“Are you happy labouring here for the time being? Some mums like to have a bath or shower at this time?” Joss asked.
“Shower would be nice. Might help alleviate some of this back pain.” Sarah said with a groan, stretching awkwardly side to side trying to ease the tense muscles raging across her lower spine.
“Lead the way” offered Joss, giving Sarah a hand to her feet.
“You coming with me?” Asked Sarah, huffing out her breath as she managed to get to her feet.
“Where else do you think I should be… my patient will be in the shower, I’ll be there in case my patient needs me.” Came the matter of fact reply.
“But… but I’ll be naked!” Came Sarah’s exasperated reply.
“In case you aren’t aware, I’ve just seen between your legs only a few minutes ago… and I’ll dare say as things get hot and heavy, you’ll be more than willing to strip for me again, Mrwar” she made a cat like noise whilst wiggling her eyebrows, which in turn sent Sarah into fits of giggles.
“You know what I never thought of it like that… I mean I know I’d need my knickers off but I thought I’d push in my dressing gown.” Answered Sarah.
“If that’s what you want to do, I’ll not stop you” Joss said “but if you want some advice… you’ll get damned hot putting in all the effort. Wear something light, an old tee shirt you don’t mind getting messy… or many mothers prefer nothing at all.”
Sarah had walked over to the base of her stairs during the conversation, has stopped with her foot on the first step, her hand on the banister as the conversation played out. By the end, the contraction had started again.
Joss took her position behind Sarah as she groaned through the pain, Joss’s hand snaking under her pyjamas and finding bare skin to press and knead.
“Do you want the gas and air?” Joss asked.
“No… no… let me see how I manage this, the massage is helping. When I get in the shower, can you put the water jets on my back if I need it?” Asked Sarah.
“Of course babe! Though maybe let’s put some towels down in case of splash back!” Joss sniggered. That in turn set Sarah off and she actually laughed through a contraction, though admittedly at its peak, the laugh warped into a moan.
Finally, after a few moments of respite, the two continued their trek up to the bathroom for Sarah to jump into the shower. She leaned in, set the water to warm, and felt so at ease with Joss she dropped her clothes into a pile at her feet, hands laying on her belly as she gave the shower a few moment to warm ready to step into it. Joss in turn bundled the clothes up and placed them on top of the closed toilet lid.
Stepping into the warm shower was bliss. Sarah hadn’t realised just how tight and tense her back had gotten as she’d worked through each of the contractions. But now, standing under the waterfall, the pressure hitting her spine, she exhaled a moan of relief.
“Told you a shower was a good idea.” Joss sniggered, perching on the edge of the toilet seat and looking around at Sarah and Tony’s bathroom. She always enjoyed this part of her job, getting to see inside her patients homes gave her a great sense of who they were as people.
In this bathroom you could see mainly Sarah’s toiletries littered about the place, very little evidence of Tony, which was expected given he was currently away on tour. But there was still two hand towels on the railing by the sink, two spaces for toothbrushes, and an empty spot beside the sink which was obviously the home of Tony’s wash bag whenever he was back.
Sarah started to grumble when she felt the next contraction began twisting.
“Are you okay in there?” Joss called out over the sounds of the shower.
“Mmmmmm yeah…. Hooo- I’m fine. It’s much better in here with the warmth of the water. But… oooooh could you put the jets on my back now? It’s really starting to pinch…” Sarah planted her palms against the opposite side of the shower to the water, swaying her hips side to side through the wave.
Joss jumped up and changed the setting on the shower so the water came out the jets in the wall instead of the shower head above.
“Better?” Asked Joss
Sarah nodded, silently working through the wave and just letting the powerful jets push the hot water into her aching back.
They stayed in comfortable silence, Sarah shifting and swaying under the glorious streams of warm water, letting the temperature ease the contracting muscles throughout her body.
After a few more contractions Joss offered the suggestion of moving, but Sarah was having none of it. “Mmmm no… happy here…” she breathed, her body swaying beneath the jets her fingers lightly touching the tiles for that bit of stability.
“That’s fine with me, you can stay wherever you’re happiest.”
Then out of no where Sarah’s moaning turned more frantic. “Oooooo no… Joss! I can’t…. Arghhhhh…” Sarah’s hands reached forward, gripping the air, trying to find something to hold and squeeze but there was nothing but tiles. A shooting electricity of pressure and pain shot up the entire length of her back. Knees trembling, hips dipping, Sarah had disappeared outside her body losing all control.
Joss jumped up the second her groaning changed. The sudden change in demeanour signalled the obvious move into transition. Sarah was struggling, with nothing to hold on to her legs were seconds away from buckling. Joss did the only thing she could - she jumped fully clothed into the shower, grabbing Sarah tightly under each armpit and stopped her knees from crashing into the tiled floor.
“It’s okay Sarah, just breathe. I’ve got you.” Joss reassured, the water now splashing her own back as she held Sarah up under the arms.
“I can’t do this!” Sarah cried
“You’re doing brilliant dearie, amazing. Let’s get you down on your knees, get you grounded through this bit.” Joss lowered Sarah gently and the mother-to-be shifted, knees on the floor and her arms out in front.
When Joss was confident Sarah had gotten herself in the position she wanted, she sat down in front of the labouring mother, offering her shoulders to lean on or hands to squeeze.
“ I don’t want to do this anymore. I need a hospital… drugs…” Sarah groaned, grasping Joss’s shoulders and pulling the fabric of her tee shirt into her tight fist.
“You are doing fine my lovely. Just perfect. You are exactly where you need to be, your body is doing exactly what it needs to do.” Joss could feel the water soaking her back and bottom half as she sat on the shower floor. They were no where near the controls to turn the shower off, so until Sarah got through transition, they were stuck there.
***
“The captain has put on the fasten your seatbelts sign, so please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts, we are approaching some turbulence”. It was a message heard all too often in a flight environment, and for Tony he thought nothing of it, clipping his belt shut as the cabin crew went seat to seat to check on things. What he didn’t realise was at the same time his wife was working through turbulence of her own. As the plane rattled and shook through the air, Tony glanced at his watch. An hour and a half. They’ll be beginning the descent in a little bit. Nearly home.
***
Sarah howled, unable to focus on anything else but the arcing pains going through her. There was no more gradual ramp up, groaning, swaying… this was almost torture. She was aware of Joss grabbing her tight but aside from that she was entirely self absorbed. She lost track of time, it may have been moments, it may have been hours. Either way the pain didn’t relent. Each contraction was practically on top of each other…
“I can’t do it make it stop” Sarah gasped out, “it hurts too much I want it to stop.”
“Just relax and breathe through it. You’re in transition.” Joss knew that Sarah may only be part taking her advice in, but she felt her grip slightly relax as her breathing slowed and started back to normality rather than tensing up and fighting it.
“Good, good, that’s it, relax… big deep healing breaths.”
Of course it was easier said than done when the relentless press of her body was in control.
Slowly, too slowly in Sarah’s view, the intensity of transition began to fade. She was loathed to move, scared of provoking another contraction, so remained steady and still, taking long and slow deep breaths.
“You’re doing wonderfully my lovely.” Joss encouraged, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.
When she was sure she was through the other side, Sarah’s hands fell limp at her sides and she slumped back on her heels. “Woah… that’s was pretty rough…”
Joss shuffled over to the other wall and finally turned off the shower, leaving the two of them dripping wet on the shower floor. “Yeah transition is pretty intense. But you handled it like a boss.” Joss said as she pulled her hair over her shoulder and squeezed out the water.
“Oh Joss, I’m so sorry, you’re absolutely soaking!” Sarah said feeling guilty, realising now that her full clothed midwife had jumped into the shower with her.
“Oh don’t you worry about me love, I’ve been covered in worse things than water.” Joss joked.
“Did you bring a change of clothes with you?” Sarah asked as she heaved herself back to standing.
“Sadly I didn’t. But I’ll be fine.” Joss pulled a towel from the rail and passed it to Sarah to cover up and dry off.
“You can’t stay in your wet clothes, you’ll get sick. Look, take my dressing gown. You were right, I’m way too hot to be wearing it, so you take it.” Sarah suggested. “I’ll just put on a nighty or stay in the towel for the time being.”
“I can’t wear your clothes Sarah-”
“Why not? It’s just a dressing gown. Get out those wet clothes and then come to the bedroom.” Sarah insisted, heading for the bathroom door.
“If you’re sure…?”
“Yes, now get changed before I have another contraction and change my mind.” Sarah joked.
Joss shrugged. Sarah was right of course, but she admitted this wasn’t quite how she expected things to go.
Following behind Sarah to the bedroom she undid the fastenings to her blouse top, leaving it gaping open as Sarah dug into her wardrobe and pulled out the fluffy robe.
“You sure you don’t mind?” Asked Joss.
“No…. Go right… ahead” the next contraction had started and Sarah was spread eagle in front of her open closet, towel forgotten and dropped to the floor, her feet braced and her hands gripping the doorframe.
Making “hoo hoo” noises as she breathed through the contraction Joss stepped towards her to help only to be waved away. Sarah had started to dance a slow hip wiggle using the door for support moving up and down side to side.
Joss took the opportunity to strip down to her underwear, unbuttoning her trousers and kicking them off whilst keeping one eye on Sarah who, in turn was focused on her body, quietly moaning through a contraction.
Whilst her underwear was also damp as a result of the soaking, she felt that would be way too inappropriate considering the situation.
After pulling the robe over her shoulders, she tied it in the middle as Sarah was coming out the other end of her contraction.
“Phew, that was feeling like I needed to push” came the announcement from the mother to be.
“Yeah you’re reaching the big stretch… I’d have said home stretch, but it’s a bigger deal than that.” Both women at least managed to smile at that quip.
“Where do you want to push?” Asked Joss.
“I want to be on the bed but I never got the covers back on after my waters breaking soaked them earlier.”
“Don’t worry about that let me sort it. Where do you keep the bedclothes.”
“Cupboard in the next room… there’s a tarp there as well to keep the bed dry…”
“Ok let me go look… you wait there, and yell if you feel any more urgent need to push! Can I dry these?”
Sarah nodded as she braced herself again. The next contraction building. “Machines downstairs” as she groaned through. “Can you put the bedclothes in from the washer?”
Joss promised to be right back as she dashed around. First downstairs to load the dryer with the clothes and bedding, then back upstairs, her movements accompanied by loud moans from Sarah.
She popped her head in the bedroom on the way back to find Sarah had moved to a kneeling position as if she was praying by the side of her bed, elbows on the mattress and her head in her hands.
She grabbed the waterproof cover and bedsheet as she walked back in, placing a hand on Sarah's shoulder as a sign she was back.
Sarah looked back at Joss as her hand moved down to cradle her belly, rubbing side to side.
“I don’t know how much longer I can go on like this” she groaned.
“Don’t worry, baby’s on its way. Let me get this sheet on and you can hopefully get more comfortable.” Joss replied as she rubbed Sarahs shoulder in a comforting manner.
Joss didn’t like fighting with bedsheets, it was probably one of her least favourite things to do with housework, but ironically when she did house calls, it was something she ended up doing practically every time to swap out stained sheets with fresh ones after the mother got cleaned up.
She went around the side of the bed opposite to where Sarah was labouring as she looked at her gripping the mattress hard, moving one knee up so one sole was flat on the floor, the other kneeling on the floor, subconsciously opening her pelvis wider. Joss knew she didn’t have much time.
Stuffing the tarp on the bed first, she hastily squashed the sides under the mattress and let the waterproof sheet flop over Sarahs hands as she breathed through the contraction she was currently dealing with. It took a long time, so much so that Sarah’s contraction had finished, and she was shuffling off to the side of the room to give Joss some room to work when the next one started. Sarah was positioned still on her knees with her head to the ground resting on her hands, ass in the air as if she was praying to some sort of deity. Her groans had become louder, higher pitched and more pronounced as each had happened in the bedroom.
Joss threw on the top sheet after securing the waterproof one, and once more the time taken to fix it into place resulted in Sarah reaching the end of her contraction and asking Joss to check her. She could feel something moving, coming down… descending.
***
“We’re beginning our descent. Please fasten your seatbelts, return your seats to their upright position, open your window blinds, and put your tray table away. The cabin crew will make a final inspection through the cabin, but we should be on land in 20 minutes. There will be an approximate 10 minute taxi to the terminal. If this is your ultimate destination, welcome home, and if you are transferring through this airport, please check the boards upon your arrival for your onward flight. I would like to thank you all for flying with us today.”
The tannoy speaker caused the cabin to rumble into motion. People were shuffling around putting things in bags in the overhead bins, resetting their seats, and all other activities associated with coming in to land. All Tony could think of was “nearly home.”
***
Sarah had managed to get up onto the bed aided by Joss who in turn had two fingers buried deep between her legs and was checking her progress. She nodded and confirmed that Sarah was 9cm dilated, so would likely feel incredible urges to push, but she should still try and breathe through them rather than actively push, let her body stretch to let the final bit of lip move out of the way.
Sarah could only nod as Joss withdrew her fingers and pulled off the glove she wore.
“Help me to my hands and knees?” Sarah managed as Joss helped her first lift up off the bed, turn 180 degrees and climb back up. The contraction that soon followed had Sarah grab hold tight to her pillow, burying her head in the material as she yelled out, loud and screaming. The noise was very much muffled though.
“Good girl, good job, not much more time left. Soon be pushing!” came the voice of Joss from behind her, rubbing her back.
“Go fetch my phone please.” Sarah gasped as the contraction faded. “I want to see if Tony has replied to my earlier message.” She realised it had been several hours now. Perhaps whatever he was doing had finished, and perhaps he had rung her a dozen times trying to find out any updates.
Joss headed back downstairs to grab the phone from the armrest of the sofa and brought it back up. She saw there were no missed call notifications on the screen when she picked it up, but didn’t want to announce that to Sarah, would let her discover that for herself.
As Sarah got the screen and found the same, she opened the phone, set it on speaker mode and dialled Tony’s number again, once more a voicemail prompt greeted her from the other side of the call.
She only called to update him. She knew she would be giving birth to their baby without him, she’d prepared for it, planned for it. Tony was devastated that he’d likely not be there for the birth of their child and so despite their geographical distance Sarah was keen to try and keep Tony in the loop as much as she could throughout this process, even if he couldn’t be here. But the second the voicemail prompt played the recording of her husband’s voice, Sarah’s resolve immediately shattered. She was in too much pain, too exhausted, too uncomfortable, too hot, too thirsty…. Everything was wrong and suddenly she couldn’t imagine doing this without him.
“Tony…” she whimpered towards the phone on her pillow, her body shifting on hands and knees atop the bed. “…hoooo…. The baby’s nearly h-here…” she sobbed. “Joss is with me, don’t worry…”
“Hi Tony” Joss chimed in from the background. “Sarah is doing amazing, everything is going perfectly. You’ll be a dad soon.”
“-hooo….Joss says I’m at 9cm… I can feel the baby, our baby… they’re almost here. Ooohhh honey I wish you w-were here… I don’t want to have to do this without you. I can’t do it without… ohhhh… Hooohooo… oh Joss!!… I-need-to-push-I-need-to-push!!” Sarah cried out with a deep groan and shifted on the bed, and in the movement her hand brushed against her phone abruptly hanging up the call.
“It’s okay lovely, don’t panic.” Joss instructed calmly. “You’re doing wonderfully. If you can, try and pant through it. But only if you can, if your body gives a slight push don’t worry, it knows what it’s doing. And once this contraction is finished I’ll have a quick check to see if we’ve made it to ten. Okay?” Joss perched on the bed beside Sarah, her hand rubbing up and down the labouring woman’s flat back as she rocked and panted and whimpered through this latest contraction. Sarah could only nod her head in response to confirm she’d heard and understood.
In a cruel twist of irony, As Sarah was making that call, Tony was queued in passport control still not bothering to turn on his phone. It was after 3am local time and the airport was practically empty. The first batch of passengers for the next batch of red eye flights were milling around but aside from the relatively short queue at passport control from this flight there were almost no staff on site. He gritted his teeth at the two processing staff on the desks as he knew they wouldn’t have opened every desk for this time of the day… he just wanted to be home.
As he finally stepped through the other side with a stamped passport in hand, he turned on the phone as he walked towards baggage reclaim. Some 30 seconds later he was surprised by a chime on his phone and notification of both 2 missed calls and 2 voicemails. He looked down and he seen they were from Sarah.
His heartbeat picked up a pace as he dialled into his messenger. What he heard relayed through the phone speakers felt like his blood had turned to ice.
He might be too late. He checked the time of the last call, it was only a few minutes ago. He frantically dialled Sarah’s number.
Sarah in turn was wailing. It was getting too much. She wanted the baby out, she wanted to push, she wanted Tony to be there. The alien sound of the music playing from the phone on the pillow shocked both her and Joss into momentary silence.
Sarah managed a moment of focus and gasped “Tony” as she realised the name on the screen and forgetting she was currently mid contraction her hand frantically reached for the phone. Half a second to answer the call, another fraction of a second to switch to speaker and finally… “Tony is that you?” She gasped, the pain and shakiness in her voice more than evident.
“Yes baby it’s me. Have I missed it? Do we have our baby.” He sounded frantic himself.
“No Tony, where are you? Can you stay on the call, I need you, I need to push!” She groaned through the contraction.
“Baby…. I’m… Baby… Surprise I’m back home.” Tony managed to blurt out. “I’m at the airport. I’ve gotten special leave. I was going to shock you at home but it seems you got me instead. I’m jumping in a taxi now and I’ll be home soon. Please if you can, hold on.”
Tony could hear the grunting and moaning of his wife through the earpiece of the phone. It took a few moments for her to compose herself until Sarah managed a reply,
“Hurry. I’ll try not to push but it’s harder and harder with each minute. I can feel the head. It’s bulging between my legs.”
Joss was witness to that statement. She had watched Sarah huff and puff her way through several contractions trying not to push but her own body couldn’t be stopped. She knew the head was moving past her pubic bone and she would soon be pushing, no attempt to prevent pushing would likely work now. She leaned over to whisper into Sarah’s ear,
“Just pant when you feel the urge. We can try and hold off as long as we can.” Speaking a little louder for Tony’s benefit “she’s doing great, but you better find a taxi driver willing to put his foot down!”
Forgetting any thoughts of collecting his luggage, Tony rushed through baggage claim and headed straight for the doors beneath the sign “Nothing to declare” and he burst frantically into arrivals. All the while the sounds of Sarah panting and groaning played in his ear through the phone he was gripping tightly at his head.
“You’re doing wonderful sweetie, keep breathing.” Tony tried to encourage, his own breath laboured as he ran through arrivals, out the exit, and into the cold night air.
It was the middle of the night, the airport was quiet and when he got outside he saw there were no taxi’s parked by the doors. His stomach plummeted; Sarah was literally giving birth right now, he was so close to home, so close to making it for the arrival of his child. Why the hell were there no taxi’s!?!
His hand ran through his dishevelled hair as he looked up and down the road, heart thumping in his chest. Meanwhile Sarah could be heard grunting down the phone followed by a panicked cry of “Oh no! I’m pushing!”
“You looking for the taxi rank mate?” Someone asked, Tony turned to find an airport staff employee on his left who’d come out for a smoke.
“Yes, where are the taxis?” Tony asked desperately.
“Just up there ‘round the corner. They moved it few weeks back.” The stranger instructed.
Tony immediately set off in a run up the pavement, shouting a “Thank you!” back at the man.
“Hold on honey I’m on my way!” Tony breathed heavily down the phone as he jogged and saw the glorious sight of 6 taxi’s parked by the other airport exit.
Sarah’s face was buried in the pillow, backside in the air, as her body involuntarily pushed. Her hands pulled and squeezed the feather pillow while her groaning had turned primal. She lifted her head gasping for breath and fearfully asked Joss “is the baby coming out??”
“Not yet dearie, don’t worry. But it’s coming down, I can see the very top of its head when you push.” Joss said from her position behind Sarah, sat on the bed in her patient’s dressing gown.
“I don’t want to push… Tony needs to be here…” Sarah whimpered.
“Oh honey, you’re not going to be able to prevent your body from pushing when it needs to. But it’s okay, baby is only just starting to appear. It’ll take a bit before they’re crowning so we have time.” Joss tried to keep Sarah calm, knowing how important it was for both parents to be here. But she also knew that Mother Nature could not be controlled, and the baby would come when they were good and ready. “Pant through the ones you can, and if your body starts to push just stay calm and ride it out. Okay?”
Tony stopped short at the taxi at the front of the lot, the driver not even noticing. He tapped on the window, the driver suddenly jumping to attention and unlocking the door.
“I need a favour; I need you to go really fast… my wife is having a baby.” Tonys words were frantic.
“I’ll do whatever I can without killing us…” came the reply from the taxi driver as Tony dived into the back seat, still listening to his wife’s grunting moans from the other side of the call. He buckled the seatbelt, and after confirming the address, they were off, narrowly avoiding screeching tires in the process.
“I’ve had to rush a mother to hospital once, but never rushed a dad back to the mum.” The taxi driver tried to say conversationally, but Tony didn’t respond, he was too busy listening to the headset at his ear and speaking words of assurance to Sarah at the other end.
“I need to see you” announced Tony as he pulled the phone away from his ear and swapped it to video mode. Sarah managed to swap the phone modes over and in front of Tony’s eyes was his exhausted looking wife’s face, her hair bedraggled and sweaty, her face red and looking like she’d just finished running a marathon.
“Darling, you look beautiful” came Tony’s response. Sarah managed a guffaw as the next contraction started up, filling the car with the sounds of her moaning and screaming efforts.
“I’m on my way” he announced.
“I can’t hold on, I need to push!” came the wailing reply
“I can see the baby’s hair!” a third voice of Joss joined the conversation.
Sarah had completely lost any sort of control and was working purely on an instinctual need to deliver this baby. She had tried so hard to keep the baby inside her - not to spread her knees, not to push - desperately wanting to delay the birth long enough for Tony to make it back from the airport. However, as the baby’s head crept lower and lower, filling the birth canal, it became too overwhelming and there was absolutely nothing Sarah could do to stop her body from trying to birth the babe.
Just an hour ago Sarah had wanted nothing more than a quick and straight forward delivery, but discovering Tony was not only on his way home but already back in the country - at their nearest airport no less - had changed everything. After that, everything had changed so fast it left her spinning. Suddenly she was fighting her body’s cue’s instead of listening to them.
Rocking forward and back on all fours Sarah had endured wave after wave of agonising contractions, and every one of them pushed and squeezed of their own accord, the baby inching closer towards its exit. Joss had tried to keep her calm, help her pant through the incessant demands of her body to push, but all too soon she was bearing down without permission. She had cried out, announcing it to both Joss and Tony, and she could hear the panic in Tony’s voice as he made his way towards their family home.
Hearing her husband’s voice was her anchor, his reassuring encouragement echoing out the phone was a lifeline in the storm. And when it switched to video gave her the comfort she never knew she needed. But the contractions were too strong, her labour way too advanced for her to truly appreciate seeing him on the tiny screen. Suddenly she couldn’t hold back any more, the head felt like it was barrelling through her at speed and there was absolutely no stopping it - she had to make room, she had to widen her hips, she had to push.
Sarah suddenly announced that she was in too much pain, and flopped out of view of the camera. “What’s happened, where are you?” came Tony’s pleading cry.
Falling on her side and grabbing her leg behind the knee, Sarah finally gave up and followed her body’s cues and gave it everything she had. The distant sounds of her husband’s voice echoed from somewhere on the bed. She didn’t know what had happened to the phone, she didn’t know how far away Tony was, all she knew was that this baby was coming and it was coming now. With senses overwhelmed, the pressure building, Sarah narrowed her world right down to just her and the baby.
Joss took the initiative and grabbed the phone from the pillow, holding it up in the direction of Sarah, who had given up trying to hold the baby in place, and had put her chin to her chest, pulled her leg back and was pushing with all her might. Her face was scrunched up, her breath was held, and with the angle that Joss had put the phone at, Tony could see directly between Sarahs legs. He saw the bulging skin surrounding her vagina, the parting of her lips to see the darkened spot between as the head slowly started to emerge.
“Hurry!” shouted Tony to the driver, who in turn put his foot down a little more, any pretence of sticking to the speed limits lost at this time. He weaved in between cars doing both overtaking and undertaking to keep the pace down the motorway getting ever closer to their ultimate destination.
Joss moved back into position between Sarah’s legs and kept one hand on the phone, the other rubbed Sarahs knee as she finally gave up on the push, the head slipping back into the bulging area. “Good girl, keep on going like that and you’ll see your baby soon.”
Sarah was wailing at this point with every push. Tony’s heart ached each time she shouted, knowing he was only 10, maybe 15 minutes away from her. He shouted what he could into the handset, hoping it was coming through loud enough at the other side so that Sarah could hear him over her own strained shouts. She could feel the comforting touch of Joss’s hand on her leg, the faint words of encouragement from both her midwife and her husband as she pushed, but her focus was on the baby crowning between her legs.
“You’re doing great baby. Another push like that. Give it all you can, I’m here as best I can. I’ll be back soon. Push baby, push!”
“Tony, I need to put the phone down now” came the voice from Joss, “I need both my hands to make sure that she stretches properly.”
“Of course… do what you need to do.” Tony was heartbroken he couldn’t see anymore, just in case his baby was born without him being able to see, but he knew that Joss had said the most sensible thing. Suddenly his view shifted to the bedroom ceiling.
His focus instead moved to the road ahead of him. He knew the route, he knew how long it took, he knew he was 10 minutes from home at the sort of speeds the driver was doing. He was just thankful for early morning traffic being all but non existent. He continued to shout encouragement down the line taking Joss’s lead as she announced when Sarah was pushing by chanting her on herself.
Finally, the taxi pulled up in front of his house. Taking a wad of notes from his wallet, the driver was given what must have been 5 times the fair as Tony thanked him and announced “Baby, I’m here” before charging into the house and hanging up the phone.
Tony shoved the door closed behind him as he flew up the stairs two at a time, the roaring sound of Sarah’s effort ringing around the house.
He burst through the bedroom door to be met with the following scene:
Sarah had her leg pulled back and clearly visible between them was the round, bulbous shape of a baby’s head, well on its way to being born.
Between Sarah’s legs, pressing gently on her parting lips and supporting the head as it slowly emerged was Joss… though why she was dressed in a dressing gown - Sarah’s dressing gown at that - was a complete mystery.
Sarah’s eyes flew open and acknowledged Tony’s arrival with a pleading glance whilst mouthing the word ‘help’ - she didn’t manage to actually make a sound she was so exhausted and focused on the push.
Sarah suddenly closed her eyes again and once more put her chin to her chest, vocalising all the effort she was putting by yelling loudly, as Tony raced around to the other side of the bed and practically vaulted up to it on his knees, grabbing Sarah’s suddenly offered hand. This in turn caused her to let go of the leg she was holding up, so Sarah’s foot found purchase on Tony’s trousers to press against.
“Sarah you’re doing it, you’re doing so well” Tony yelled, his voice loud and proud at that moment.
“Almost there, take a breath and back at it girl” came the voice of Joss, as Sarah gasped a lung full of air and did it again.
Tony watched in fascination as the head of his child slipped further and further out until Sarah gave a grunt, and the head was finally born to the baby’s chin.
Joss worked fast as she tugged and loosened the baby’s cord, then jumped up off the bed to grab a spare towel to press around the fluid pooling between Sarahs legs and spreading over the bed - the waterproof sheet doing what it was meant to do, but the thin top sheet having nowhere near the absorbency needed.
All the while Tony was staring into Sarah’s exhausted eyes as she did the same in return, the two of them exchanging shocked babble between them;
“You did it.”
“There’s a head… I pushed out a head”
“You did so well darling”
“I’m so glad you made it, why didn’t you tell me”
“I thought you liked surprises…”
Joss cleared her throat as the other two looked her over. She was muttering to herself. “Looks like I’ll need to put this in the wash too” she said looking at the soaked dressing gown which had caught a gush of amniotic fluid as the head was pushed out.
“Actually, I’d been meaning to ask about that” Tony asked, finally having a moment to breathe and assess the situation.
“Later…” grunted Sarah as she gripped tight against his hand and closed her eyes again. “Baby’s coming”
Sarah’s leg shook as she dived into the next push. She could feel the baby’s shoulders, pressing and stretching, feeling like it was pulling her apart. Without her hand to hold up her leg the trembling limb started to lower, legs drifting towards each other in an unconscious attempt to lessen the pain.
“No… Sarah keep them open. Your baby’s almost here.” Joss instructed, then turned to Tony “Support her leg, keep it raised.”
Tony kept one hand for Sarah to squeeze and used the other to support her shaking leg as the baby turned and inched its way in to the world. “I can see their face! You’re doing amazing honey, keep going!”
Releasing a primal wail at the end of a big but unproductive push Sarah suddenly flopped her head down on the pillow. “Hooo- why won’t it come out?” She whimpered through gasped breath.
“It’s okay Sarah, you are doing brilliantly. I can see the shoulders, you’re so, so close.” Joss gave Sarah’s thigh a comforting pat, her hands poised above the baby’s head ready to help their exit if required. “I think they’ll be here on the next one if you give us a really big push dearie. Now did mum or dad want to deliver the baby?” Joss asked the soon-to-be-parents.
“No…. Don’t… don’t touch…” Sarah grumbled waving a hand in the space between her legs to deter anyone getting too close. Her eyes were closed and she was focussed on her deep breaths, gathering her strength for the final hurdle.
“That’s okay, we’ll do whatever you want hun.” Joss assured and moved her hands up in surrender, but stayed close by.
Sarah growled and grunted as she pushed, swept away by the contraction and the primal need to deliver the baby. Pushing hard and with everything she had, the labouring mother shook from head to toe, the physical strain showing her monumental effort
The bedroom held a collective breath, feeling like time had stopped. Sarah had gone eerily quiet as her face reddened and knuckles whitened, and then with a gasp of sheer relief the baby slid from its mother onto the towels.
“Oh my god oh my god… my baby…” Sarah incoherently babbled, eyes flying open and hands reaching.
Tony watched the birth of his baby… his son in mute amazement. Suddenly lying there in between Sarah’s legs was this wriggling thing that looked so messy but equally so perfect. He suddenly realised he had tears in his eyes - this big strong burly man who killed for a living suddenly having this other being he would give his life for to protect.
All those thoughts shot through his mind in an instant as only a few seconds later, before either he or Joss could react to Sarah reaching between her legs for the baby, it let out a loud cry.
Joss proceeded to lift the baby up to Sarah’s hands as she in turn lifted the baby to her chest, exhausted pants signalling the end of her ordeal.
As the baby settled into the warmth of his mother’s chest, it still didn’t help calm the yowls of crying he was determined to release.
Tony leaned in and kissed both his wife and his son in turn, wrapping his arms in an embrace around them both… though of course refusing to squeeze too hard just in case.
Over the course of the next 30 minutes Joss oversaw the delivery of the placenta and cut the umbilical cord, whilst Sarah provided the baby’s first feed.
As the sun rose on a new day, the baby’s vitals were taken as Tony helped Sarah get cleaned up.
All that was going through his mind during that time was to thank his luck that he managed to make it back in time.
Eilish grunted wildly as she gave into the tremendous pressure. She clutched the large pillows and yelled out her agony. The gigantic head fought against her swelling folds. Birthing such an enormous baby had taken hours of effort and determination.
"I can't take it! Make it stop!"
In her final month, Eilish had continued her duties against her husband's concerns. He had advised her to rest as the baby was larger than anticipated. Eilish was stubborn and struggled through tiredness to maintain her presence at court.
When labor commenced, Eilish had collapsed at court and had been rushed back to her private chambers.
Against her husband's advise, she had accompanied him to the council meeting for the month. Heavy with his heir, she had experienced strong pains most of the morning. As the meeting finished, she had risen and shouted out as the worst pain slammed in her lower core.
The pains rapidly consumed the expected mother. Her ladies prepared for the delivery as the laboring princess dilated around the mega infant inside of her pregnant frame.
Hours later, the need to push came! The princess roared in agony as the gigantic head stretched her birth canal. The royal surgeons were summoned. The agonising contractions forced the baby downwards. Her narrowness didn't not help with the painful crowning stage.
"Make it come! Its too much!"
The doctors tried everything they knew but nothing assisted the labor. The princess was required to deliver the heir naturally. Lost in her birthing ordeal, Eilish had to endure long pushing sessions with little progress.
As night became morning, Eilish worked harder than ever to deliver the humongous baby. Exhausted but strong of will, she pushed with all her might. The torture of delivering could be heard down the long corridors.
Her ladies were by her side through every single push. As the sun rose, so did the head came further forward between her trembling thighs.
"Its right there! Oh I can feel the baby!"
Eilish mustered all her energy. With one huge push and roaring scream, she birthed the head with a grunting cry of triumph. Her husband exploded into the room to find a wailing infant between her shaking legs. Eilish smiled weakly up at him.....
"I promise to rest more for our next baby!"
He nodded but was so proud of her amazing effort to deliver the massive baby naturally. She truly was a great birther. He couldn't wait for her next time in the birthing chamber.
The whole royal family has been murdered, but the hope is not lost. It turns out that the prince's (or king's) servant-lover carries his child and so he is chosen to rule as regent until his child is mature enough to rule. What happens next is up to the author, but I want that baby heir to the throne to get pregnant by the same murderers later on in life.
Hi friends! This is my first time posting on this blog, but long time reader. I've had this one as a WIP for some time now and finally finished it. However, it is not beta read, we die like the entire royal family (almost) so keep that in mind as you read. Or don't I can't tell you what to do. Anyways, I had to split it into at least two parts, possibly more, because there was just too much content to put into one. That said, please enjoy and hopefully it won't take me as long to finish the second part. (But I promise nothing, because life be like that sometimes.)
The Heir: Part I
You nearly fainted when you heard the news. The entire royal family had been murdered in the dead of night.
Every single person except the one in your womb. The product of your secret and passionate lovemaking with the prince. You now carried the only remaining member of the royal family and it would be several months before they entered the world.
You were barely showing, but a small bump could be seen beneath your tunic if one was looking for it. Hiding it would soon become an impossibility. Then you would have to make the decision of weather or not to tell the truth of the child's heritage.
Your hand rested on your bump as tears streamed down your face. Heart aching from the loss of your prince. Your love. You may have only been his man servant, but he never treated you as such. The love and passion between you both was real. The prince had expressed many times the desire to marry you and to bed you (though he'd already done the latter several times already; he wanted to do it as your husband.) If you could run away together that would've been wonderful, but too many responsibilities rested on the prince's shoulders.
You remembered telling the prince you were with child and that he was the father. You'd feared he would be angry or tell you to leave and not return until the child was born, but your trepidations were put to rest when a look of elation spread across his face and he embraced you, spinning around with you in his arms.
You both had planned to come forward and tell the Queens. The two of you wanted to wait until your pregnancy was further along though so that there would be no question. But that time never came. The prince and the royal family had been taken from you . Now, they would never know. The prince would never get to meet their child. The Queens would never become grandparents. And you were certain that you would never love again.
Weeks passed. The kingdom mourned the loss of the royals and with the void of rulers the few advisors left were either scrambling for power or trying to find a replacement for the throne. You wondered if your position as a servant to the royal family would no longer hold up and you would have to find a new home, but seemingly in the chaos no one seemed to pay you any mind. The child in your womb steadily grew and soon enough you could no longer hide the swell of your middle. You began to feel the occasional flutter of movement within you. It was an odd yet wonderful sensation. The lower part of your belly had become quite firm and gently rubbing it soothed you in more ways than one.
You recently caught wind of pregnant women and men all over the kingdom were filing in to lay claim that they carried the unborn heir to the throne. It got bad enough that the council asked the high mage to verify the claims. So far, no one was found to be telling the truth and were merely trying their hand at becoming royalty. You decided to come forward with the truth, not because you wanted the throne, but because you wanted the child in your womb, the heir of your prince, to grow up in its rightful place.
"Yes? What do you want," The councilman said to you upon walking into the main hall and asking for audience. This particular councilman was a grisly man who looked far older than his true age, a beard of more salt than pepper, a tunic of yellow and grey, and a brow that seemed to be eternally stuck in a scowl. He was also the council member acting as regent until a new ruler was found, a role that he seemed far to content to fill. This was someone you very rarely wanted to cross paths with, but given the circumstances, you had no other choice.
One of your hands rested on your growing bump subconsciously. It had become a comforting thing to do in moments of anxiousness.
You took a shaky breath. "I am...*was*the chamber servant of the late prince. I am come to say that I carry his heir in my womb."
A number of scoffs echoed off the walls and several eyes rolled. "Another one, I see. Boy, do you know how many people we've had just today coming in here and saying that?" His voice had an unpleasant gruffness to it.
"I understand, but--"
"Is it position you want? Coin? Then you are out of fortune and you will have to wait just like everyone el--" The councilman paused as someone leaned over and whispered in his ear. You recognized them as a fellow chamber servant. You had both been in the castle for a handful of years. Whatever information was being relayed caused for confusion and mild shock to cross the councilman's face. A few moments of deafening silence passed as you waited for a further reply. Then he finally spoke.
"I have been informed that while you and the prince were able to hide it well enough from the nobles of the court, it was a less well-kept secret amongst the servants of this castle, your relations with the prince." He said with a hint of displeasure. The councilman stroked his chin in thought. "I suppose that however unlikely it is that you do carry the heir to the throne, there is no harm in verifying this claim."
He motioned to the high mage who stepped forward. He was a tall man in long robes of grey and blue. He had a much kinder face than that of the councilman, younger too. If you had to guess he couldn't be more than four or five years your senior. His hair was dark, like the oak of the wardrobe in the prince's chambers, and his jawline had the hints of a beard the same color.
"This way, if you would." The mage gestured to a door off to the side. You went into the room and heard the door close behind you. The mage and the councilman had followed you en suite. You looked around, taking in the room. It was not a large room. It contained only a chair in one corner and a thin table against the wall on the left. There were a number of phials and various jars organized in no discernable manner on its surface. You suspected that the room had been turned into a temporary place to test the claims to the throne. The afternoon sun shone through the angular window in the wall directly across from the door.
"Let us get on with this." The councilman sighed in exasperation as he sat in the lone chair. "Remove your tunic." He said, waving a hand.
Confusion and concern creep onto your face. "What?" You breath.
"Did I stutter, boy? Remove your tunic."
"I--what ever for?" Your hand protectively found your belly once more.
The mage stepped forward with a sympathetic expression. "In order to accurately determine whether or not the child you carry is the prince's I need to be able to touch your belly directly. Unfortunately it will not work through clothing. Only your tunic need be removed though."
You let out a breath of relief and give a nod of comprehension. After doffing your tunic you are left in only your trousers, belly full on display. You made the mistake of making eye contact with the councilman who seemed to be staring at your obvious bump and giving a look of disgust.
"If I may?" The mage was hovering a hand over your rounded stomach. You nodded your consent and he pressed his hand against your swollen bump, gently rubbing as if to find a good spot. His hand paused low on your belly; lower than you were expecting to. The sensation felt so wonderful you had to keep yourself from letting out a small whine. It was the first time anyone else had touched your stomach since the prince died and you'd forgotten how much you loved the feeling.
"I apologize if my hands are cold. " Apparently, you hadn't done as good of a job at staying quiet as you thought. You felt your face get hot.
"It's alright." His hands were quite warm, in fact, but you weren't about to tell him that wasn't why you made the sound.
You happened to look over to the mage's other hand which was lightly fisted. From the edges you could see the tiny wisps of hair poking out. It was the same auburn color as the prince's.
You saw a pulse of magic radiate from the mage's hand and permeate your belly. It felt somewhat strange, but not unpleasant; merely odd. Nothing appeared to happen for a few seconds until the hair grasped in the mage's hand began to emit a soft, glowing light.
He locked eyes with you, giving you a comforting grin. That was when you noticed he had the most vibrant sapphire eyes. The mage looked over to the councilman, almost with satisfaction. "He speaks truth. The child is the prince's heir."
It may have been the lighting or perhaps your imagination, but the councilman seemed to sneer at the revelation. "Well then, I shall relay this to the rest of the council members and we shall decide what course of action to take. Until then, keep this information to yourselves. We wouldn't want anyone coming after you as well, now would we?" And with that not-so-subtle-threatening-tone he stood and exited the room, leaving you alone with the mage - who still had his hand on your belly, practically cradling it fondly - and your wild thoughts that contemplated the councilman's meaning.
"So....should I return to my chambers?"
"Right, sorry" The mage seemed to realize where his hand still was and pulled away. You couldn't help but miss the sensation of someone lightly caressing your swollen bump. "That would likely be wisest idea for the time being. Do you....I could escort you if you'd like?"
You offered a gentle grin to match his. "Thank you, but there's no need. I know the way. It may not be a secret to anyone in the castle that I am with child, but as far as anyone else is concerned they all think it was from one night at the tavern." You rub your belly in fond amusement.
"Of course," He sounded disappointed as he handed you back your tunic. "Should you need anything though do not feel that I would be burdened to help you. Anything, truly."
Something was hinted in the mage's tone, though you couldn't quite discern what. You could tell it was kindly meant regardless. "Thank you, I shall remember that."
"My liege, are you alright?" The mage asked.
You rubbed your large, swollen belly as a wave of discomfort passed through. "I'm fine, thank you."
Months had gone by since you came forth and shared that you were pregnant with the heir to the throne and two days after that you were named regent until the time came where your child was old enough to rule. In that same passage of time you only continued to grow. You had been quite surprised with how quickly and how much your belly swelled in the most recent weeks. You could feel every kick and movement of the babe within your womb. They were quite an active one, though you more often than not enjoyed the feeling. Your time would soon be upon you to give birth and though you couldn't be certain to the exact day or time, you suspected you had less than a month left. Wrapping your head around the fact that your belly would only continue to become larger and more rounded until that time came was daunting and somewhat difficult, yet there was also excitement at the thought. You imagined being even heavier with child, your middle swelling more and more, pushing out further and making it so you had to spread your legs when you sat.
The notion made the discomfort melt away and in all honesty made you want to be filled all over again.
"I think I need to retire to my chambers. Please, be my escort." One of your hands supported your lower belly as you stood from your chair, robes cascading down to the floor. At this stage of your pregnancy none of your trousers fit nor were they comfortable to wear and so you opted for something more freeing. not to mention it made it much easier for you to sate your needs when the urge arose.
"Of course, my liege."
As you walked you could feel gravity pulling at your heavy abdomen. Your back often hurt from the weight of your stomach and little did to alleviate that soreness. You made it to the door and the mage opened it and you made a beeline for the bed. Since becoming regent you were moved to the royal bedchambers. Compared to your previous cot of a bed - save for the nights spent with the prince - this one was incredible, especially in the latter months of your pregnancy. The framing alone was intricate and tall, made entirely of a dark colored wood, with strong pillars at each corner and a canopy over the top. The bedding was fluffy and soft with a rich purple and red design.
You managed to kick off your boots, using one hand to balance yourself against a pillar and the other supporting the firm underside of your large abdomen.
"Would you like me to massage you, sire?" You nodded in almost desperate affirmation and doffed your robes, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments. There was a cushioned chest at the foot of the bed that you knelt on and rested your arms on the bed, letting your heavy belly hang down. You felt the skilled hands of the mage deftly begin their work of massaging your lower back, making your muscles relax and offering momentary relief.
This was something the mage had offered a few months prior when you first were experiencing discomfort. You were uncertain initially, but he proved to be quite adept at massaging and in addition to his magic, it felt heavenly. Since then it had become something of a routine between the two of you. Both of you had developed a somewhat close relationship since your first interaction. And while you still mourned the loss of your prince, it was incredibly wonderful to have someone at your side during this time. It was as if the gods had sent someone in the prince's stead to be your tether and fulfill certain needs.
The mage moved their hands up and down your back and around your sides, each time he seemed to go closer to your gravid belly. You could feel his magic pulsating outwards into your body. The instant his fingers brushed against your stomach a shiver of excitement coursed through you. His hands went further and massaged the sides of your swollen middle. You let out a small whine.
"I'm sorry, am I pressing too hard?" The mage asked.
"No, please don't stop." You said a little too quickly. He obeyed your command and resumed his ministrations. You couldn't help but rub a hand over your mound that nearly touched the bed beneath you.
During the entire time knowing the mage, you had felt a connection between you and him. Truthfully the only reason you had not asked him to bed you was out of respect and guilt for your deceased prince. You knew that you would never truly move on. However, you also knew at that moment you wanted something that could only be satiated by another being. You wanted to be filled.
Your hand rubbed the massive expanse of your rounded stomach, your hips rocked forward slightly and moan escaped your lips.
"Are you well, my liege?"
"I want you inside me." You whined breathily.
".....Sorry?"
"I need you inside me." You said with more desperation.
There was a long pause and you worried that he'd been scared away, but then you felt his hands snake around your sides and palm the heavy underside of your still growing belly. You felt his body press against yours and him lean down to whisper in your ear. "I thought you'd never ask."
That alone nearly made you cum.
His hands roamed over the swell of your tummy, eliciting a series of moans from you. His hips grinded against your ass, teasing your already wet hole. Then he tugged slightly at the hem of your undergarments.
"May I?" He asked.
"Yes."
With that they were shimmied down to your knees, leaving your hole open and vulnerable. The mage pressed back up against you and you felt his bare cock brush against your hole.
He whispered in a sultry voice. "You want me inside you, my liege?"
You whimpered. "Yes."
He thrust his cock inside of you, your vision went white with ecstasy, and you came all over the bed. One of his hands held your hips flush against his and the other kept rubbing your swollen belly, hardening your cock all over again. His cock moved in and out of your pulsing, wet hole. He pounded so deep inside of you, reaching your cervix and sending a crashing wave of ecstasy washing over your entire being. Breathless moans could be heard from either one of you as you each grind in tandem, pushing him deeper and deeper inside. You felt his cock get even bigger inside your tight hole and suddenly his hips stuttered and you felt his spend flood your womb, filling your swollen belly even more as another orgasm made you quiver with breathless pleasure.
The two of you went for countless more rounds, each time somehow better than the last. You were quite amazed with how much cum the mage had pumped inside of you. It was so much that each time your belly swelled even more, pushing it out further. You couldn't help but rub your swollen mound, savoring the feeling of being so full.
After you both felt satisfied you and the mage lay cuddled underneath the sheets of your bed with a stitch of clothing nowhere to be found. The mage was softly rubbing your belly as you contentedly rested next to him.
You observed him for a time before finally speaking. "How long have you wanted to bed me?"
The mage turned bright red and avoided eye contact. It was rather endearing. "If I'm being honest..quite awhile. Forgive me for being imprudent."
You chuckled quietly. "It isn't imprudent. At least not to me. In truth I've wanted the same for some time now too."
"...You have?"
"I have. The only thing that stopped me before was feeling like it was a betrayal to the late prince." You said solemnly. "But in the very realness of the situation, he is gone and I am here, heavily pregnant with his child, now the regent of a kingdom and I--I cannot do any of this alone."
The mage continued to rub your belly with a fondness. He locked eyes with you. "If you will allow me to remain by your side, you will not have to."
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. All you could do was nod in eager gratitude and simper with joy. The mage leaned leaned closer. His hand left your belly and he brought it to hover next your face and paused, as if unsure whether or not to go further. Then he cupped your face ever so gently.
"May...may I kiss you?"
You smiled and nodded again. He kissed you tentatively at first, as if he were afraid to overwhelm you, but you melted anyways and it quickly turned into a kiss of passion.
It was in the middle of a court gathering that your waters broke.
You'd been feeling poorly for most of the morning, rubbing your massive belly to soothe the occasional discomfort and tightening sensation. For several hours you would feel your stomach squeeze slightly, but it wasn't enough to make you think you were going into labor. You still weren't due for another week, you thought. Or had you miss-counted and you were supposed to give birth a week ago? At this point you couldn't keep the days straight. All of them blurred together between all of your duties as regent, preparing for the coming heir, and taking every free moment you could spare to spend with the mage; often times those moments leading to wonderful ecstasy.
Your belly had dropped quite a bit about a fortnight prior and you couldn't help but keep your hand low on your swell as you walked the halls. While you greatly looked forward to holding your child and being able to sleep comfortably again, you were also loathe to feel empty and for your belly to no longer be swollen. Just the mere reminder of how big and heavy you were at that moment made you somewhat aroused, but sadly you dismissed the urges as best you could as you were still meant to be listening to your advisors reports.
You sat on the throne, to anyone likely appearing magnificent, radiant, and almost ethereal, but also heavily pregnant with your belly spilling into your lap. You'd only grown more with each passing day. Just when you thought you couldn't anymore, your belly seemed to mock you and swell even further.
Your mage stood just to your right. It gave you a comfort that he was close by both as your closest advisor and now your lover. One of the court members one droning on about something or another when a great tightening of your belly made you wince and let out a small groan as you rubbed the area. Then you felt your drawers become damp with warm fluid and panic flooded your mind.
The mage was at your side in an instant. "My liege?"
"I--I think my waters have broken." Your voice quivered.
Truthfully you don't remember the next few minutes. Only a cacophony of voices and people rushing to your aid. Arms supporting you as you stood from your chair, one of your hands holding your gravid belly and the other gripping onto your mage's hand like a lifeline. The journey to your bedchambers seemed eternal and each successive contraction only worsened the situation. Just as you are crossing the threshold of your room your belly tightens. The air leaves your chest and you do your best to breath through it, massaging your swollen middle. You can feel your baby dropping lower into your pelvis by the minute. It wouldn't be long before the need to push would become overwhelming.
At last you make it to your bed with the mage trailing close behind you. For some reason standing felt better than sitting had, so you grab hold of the bedframe, swaying your hips back and forth. This briefly soothes your discomfort, but only until another contraction ripples across your stomach. You groan in pain, and yet, the feeling of the baby being so low in your pelvis is exhilarating, making you ever so slightly more wet. A moment of clarity reminded you that you needed to remove your undergarments, only to realize that either you or the mage had removed them after arriving in your bedchamber.
Your abdomen tightened again, permeating you with pain. You rubbed your swollen belly in the hopes that it would alleviate some of the pain, breathing through it as best you can. At some point the royal physician examined you between contractions and said that while you have begun the birthing process, your body is not yet ready to push out the babe. You have to wait.
And so you wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Hours pass of near agonizing contractions. The mage's comforting presence and caresses to your belly were all that kept you sane.
You aren't sure exactly how long has passed but it feels like an eternity of enduring contractions, however they are getting closer together. Soon enough, you feel an undeniable urge.
"I--I need to push!" You moaned. For some reason half sitting half squatting at the foot of the bed is what felt right to you. The mage sat behind you, supporting your upper body. The midwife and physician were positioned beneath you, ready to catch the babe once it was released from the folds of your entrance. You screamed as another contraction ripples across your taught abdomen and you bore down with it, pushing as hard as you can. You felt your entrance widening impossibly as the head came through. With the next contraction and push, the doctor told you the head is out and moments later you felt the rest of the baby slide out of your stretched hole, followed by a shrill wail.
"It's a healthy boy!" Said the physician. You hardly noticed your pain once your and the late prince' baby was placed on your chest. You couldn't help but sob in happiness as you looked at your child. Your only wish at that moment was that the prince could have met his son.
8.10 May I request something really fluffy? Like at first you don’t want kids but then your husband just cums into you and you just roll with it, knowing it makes him happy?
28.11 Request: could someone write some mindbreak stories, please? Like, somebody doesn’t want to be pregnant, but it’s forced on them, and they end up gradually becoming addicted to/horny from the feeling of being massively pregnant.
38.4 Can I request a story with a loving couple female and male giving birth in the bed the baby was made in the male is turned on by the female giving birth
77.5 Can a request a home a birth with wife and husband having sex is what causes Labor and loving husband Helps wife give birth
127.6. Boyfriend gets girlfriend pregnant. They enjoy the changes her body goes through as her belly swells and breasts grow tender and heavy. By the end of her third trimester, girlfriend discovers she loves being so full and heavy with the babies of the man she loves, and wants to be constantly heavily pregnant. By the time she’s holding their first child in her arms and her milk comes in, boyfriend is already getting ready to impregnate her again. Fluffy and loving please :)
You never wanted kids of your own.
Well, not never. It started when you were thirteen. You had just grown into a new young adult body and your eighteen-year-old sister went and got pregnant. Three years of her living in the same house with a newborn, then a toddler, enduring the sound of a small human with no volume control at all hours of the day was not how you imagined your high school years. And it wasn’t even your child. As an adult, you still love your niece with all your heart, but you would never want a child of your own.
In college, you met your future husband, and you were married shortly after. He only ever wanted one child, if any at all. But he admitted that he had a pregnancy fetish, which he always claimed didn’t mean he wanted kids - he liked looking at it, but wasn’t excited about the possibility of actually raising a child.
You two were always very careful about it. You took your pills daily, he always wore condoms. And you weren’t averse to a blowjob or letting him spill himself on your body. In fact, you loved watching what you could do to him, making him explode just with your natural God-given body. Half the time you’d even dress up with a fake belly and really drive him wild. He’d return the favor, too. Sometimes he would feel particularly relentless and you’d cum four, maybe five times before you were literally begging him to let you catch a break.
Location was no object. There wasn’t a single room in your house that hadn’t seen some kind of sexual activity. You still considered your proudest moment to be when you squatted down on him while he was busy changing the oil on your car. Your car wasn’t the only one getting some fluids that day.
Present day.
You’re on a cruise for your fifth anniversary. You splurged and got one of the higher suites. Earlier today he treated you to all kinds of spa treatments, then you both dressed to the nines for formal dining night. Now back in your cabin you stand demurely before him as he slowly slips your dress off your shoulders, letting it pile on the floor around your ankles. His eyes widen as it does; he didn’t notice earlier exactly how sheer the bra was that you had put on underneath the dress.
Of course it’s not going to stay on for long.
You do the rest, unhooking the bra and letting it drop on top of the dress. For the first time he registers that you weren’t wearing any panties all night. You long and ache for this man who has cared for you and your wishes so well over the past five years, just as much as you care for him and his. You don’t want to just fuck and go to sleep. You want passion, but not violence. You want romance and tenderness. You slowly step over to the bed and slip under the covers, making sure he got a good look at you. Come make love to me, you tell him, never mind how cheesy the words sound coming out of you. You made it sound like a desperate plea, which you know he would never be able to refuse. Soon he slides in behind you. You feel him pressed against you as his lips explore your hair, neck, and shoulders.
And then he’s there, in you, thrusting as slowly and tenderly as he can manage, doting on you the whole time. You take the time to enjoy every sensation as your hips roll with his thrusts, your breath comes in bursts. Something about the way the ship smoothly rolls while the two of you move with loving intensity heightens your awareness of everything around you - the way his cock feels inside you, his lips trailing all over your skin, the fingers entwined in your hair, the palm resting on your abdomen. It’s blissful beyond words. You don’t want to give up this moment.
Something nags at your mind and you remember that you didn’t take your pill this morning. You were too excited about the day and because your routine wasn’t normal you totally spaced it. And yet, as you think about it, you think about your husband behind you. How he has so carefully provided for you these last five years. How much he gives for you, and how much you give back, and how well your relationship works, and how it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to make sure these values were passed on. You can’t explain it, but you just can’t tell him about the pill. And you can’t make him stop now. He doesn’t deserve that, you tell yourself. And soon the time for the decision is past anyway as you feel him tense up and unload every drop of fluid he could possibly give you, flooding your body with the possibility of a baby.
You should be panicking, you tell yourself. You don’t want kids. You’re not protected.
True, says the inner response as you press yourself as tightly into him as you can and he tightens his hold around you comfortingly. But maybe… maybe one wouldn’t be so bad. As you move your hand to your belly where his is already resting, you imagine what you’d look like pregnant for real. He already goes wild enough when you fake it. Imagine what he would do to feel the real thing, not fabric, but your own skin stretched over a baby bump..
Are you disappointed or relieved? It’s hard to tell. The idea of having your own children is still very negative. But there’s something about the words “Not Pregnant” on the stick that make it feel… sad.
The missed period was a wakeup call. You almost panicked, rushing to the store to get a test, hoping and praying all the way that it would be negative. You almost couldn’t wait for the timer you set.
And your prayers were answered. Not pregnant.
So why do you feel empty?
Your husband’s at work. He won’t be home for another four hours. You decide to make things really nice for him. And when it’s time for him to leave the office, the house is sparkling clean. You’ve put on a fake belly for him, then your (well, his) favorite black dress over it. It’s his favorite because it emphasizes your figure so well, and it allows you to take your boobs out and just let them breathe. Or let them drive him wild. Whatever.
When he gets home, he barely has time to say hello before he sees your pregnancy figure advancing toward him, you pressing your lips against his as your hands fumble with his belt and pull out his hardening cock. You step back, stroking his cock on your belly, never mind the dress being there, you know it’s the shape that turns him on. And you want to look at his eyes, but your gaze is drawn to the appendage you’re holding in your hand, the power that it has to make your body transform into this for real. And you say things to him, affirmations, things like how he wants to have a pregnant wife, how he loves filling you up and imagining the result. It’s not long before his cum is shooting out of him, hitting the underside of your breasts, dripping and pooling all over your dress, a dead giveaway to the arousal that your pregnant look causes him.
The next morning you completely disregard your pills.
That night he takes you out, fancy dinner, live theater instead of a movie. The whole time in the car his hand is either on the steering wheel or venturing between your legs. There is no in between. You’re pretty sure the driver next to you at that red light saw when you were cumming at your husband’s relentless touch, but who cares - you’ll probably never see him again.
By the time the evening is over and you arrive back at home, you’re a quivering, dripping mess. You’ve been glancing at him on the drive home and you can see how desperate he is for a release, and you are going to give it to him. You walk into the house and don’t even make it through the kitchen. The arousal has taken you over, you have to breed now. You stop at the kitchen sink and flip your dress up, wordlessly begging him to take you. And he gets the message. All you hear is his belt and zipper, barely enough time for him to take his cock out of his pants before it is inside you, thrusting as hard as you could ever imagine. You push back on him, encouraging him to go as deep as possible, as you put your fingers on your clit and try to tease yourself up to the brink, holding off so you can cum with him. It only takes a minute before he unloads inside of you, and you make that one last push to send yourself into an orgasm that wracks your body with pleasurable spasms. Your knees go weak and you drop, making him fall out of you and empty a couple of last spurts on your dress.
But it was enough. You felt your cervix pulsing, drawing in his semen, trying to make a baby. Even with some of it dripping out of your hungry hole, you know the instincts worked. You’re in heat, badly wanting his baby. And you still haven’t told him it’s for real.
Every morning after, if you wake up before him, you start with waking up his cock and then riding him to completion. And if he’s awake first, you present yourself to him and let him fill you. It’s the same almost every night. You hardly ever start or end your day without his cum inside you. He still doesn’t know it’s on purpose. The first time after you stopped the pills when he calls you his breeding slut, you cum instantly, because now you know it’s true instead of just play.
There aren’t any more periods after that. Soon the stick says “Pregnant,” and keeps doing so every time you try that week. And you still don’t tell him. When the morning sickness starts, however, he puts two and two together - the pills still in the medicine cabinet, the eagerness for sex, the sickness without fever. He pulls you aside. “I think someone’s pregnant.” “Yes, sir, she is,” you reply.
Your routine hardly changes over the next few weeks, except now every day he’s feeling your belly, trying to catch the first time that it feels firmer, confirming that his baby is inside you. On that first day, he takes the day off, spending the entire day naked with you at home, insisting on cumming in and on you at every opportunity.
Then you start to show, and your rounding belly is now his favorite thing about you. He can’t keep his hands off of it, caressing your body, keeping a protective hand on you, using your bump for leverage when you fuck. His cum starts landing on your belly more often than anywhere else, if he’s not emptying himself into your already full womb. And your breasts, swelling and heavier as they prepare your milk, his eyes are on them more than your face when he talks to you. Through it all, he still treats you like a prize, making sure you’re taken care of before anything else, the loving husband you dreamed about as a girl.
The gender ultrasound says it’s a girl. You’re both ecstatic, not that you didn’t want a boy, but now you know how to shop. During the baby shopping spree, he also buys you maternity dresses, dresses designed to enhance the bump and pull down for breast access. That last feature is supposed to be for relief rather than pleasure, but you know what he wants it for.
And then she starts moving inside you, first only for you to feel, then for him. The entire experience is enough to set you off, giddy like a… well, like a new mother. The movements inside you, especially the ones that he can see pushing out from your belly, are a whole-new turn-on for him. You’re not safe anywhere in your own house, he could be horny at any moment and desperate to use his wife to get off, and you’re all too eager to roll with it. You dress up and doll up for him. You sit like an ornament for him as he puts the nursery furniture together. You send him naughty messages and pictures at work, even a couple of videos of you reaching around your big belly to masturbate. Every night you fall asleep with his mouth on your nipples and his hand on your belly. By the time you’re full term, there’s not a room in your house that hasn’t seen sex, no part of your body that hasn’t been cummed on.
A sadness sets in. You don’t want it to end.
You always planned for a homebirth. Hospitals stress you out. Thinking about birthing in the same bed the baby was conceived in, it all feels like it’s coming full circle, and you’re as excited about that as you are disappointed that you won’t be pregnant anymore. As your due date approaches, you ask a favor. No more animalistic fucking. Just love and tenderness. Your body is still his, but you want to slow down and feel all of the attention, really concentrate on it and feel the bond between two lovers and parents, united by the baby she will soon bear.
You start feeling the first real contractions three days past your due date. They wake you in the early morning hours just before sunrise. A hand goes to your belly and you hold it there with a contented sigh. And you lie there for a while, timing the contractions, making sure they’re the real thing before you roll over (with difficulty) to face your husband and try to nudge him awake. No response. He’s facing you, though, so you have other options. Shifting up slightly, you take a breast and guide the nipple to his mouth. It only takes a few seconds before he starts licking and sucking on it in his sleep. That stimulates a reaction below his waist and you wrap your hand around it, gently stroking as he slowly wakes up and realizes what’s going on.
You tell him it’s time and he’s instantly alert and panicking, but you slow him down. “Shh,” you say. “It’s still early. Just lie here with me. Let’s enjoy the next few hours together.”
The two of you snuggle up together and he rubs your belly as you labor. Soon you know you need something more, something to take away from the growing discomfort, and you ask him to make love to you, to enjoy his pregnant wife one more time. “But don’t cum yet,” you say. “I want to feel you in me as long as I can. Let me feel how you made this baby inside me before I birth her for you.”
And just like that, he’s slipping inside you, gently pushing in and pulling out, giving you something else to focus on instead of the contractions. His hands massage your breasts, you push them forward into his palms. “Don’t stop,” you breathe. “Please don’t stop.”
After a couple of hours, he can’t contain himself, and he empties himself into you one last time. A few minutes later you feel a rush of fluid the other way as your water breaks. The next three hours are almost unbearable, but he’s right there by your side. You asked him for an intimate setting. You both agreed to a fully nude birth with each other, nothing hidden, just the two of you sharing your love of each other while you bring forth the third that you created together. You realize eventually that he’s aroused by the process, watching your belly contract, hearing your groans as the muscles tighten. “Touch me,” you say. “I want to cum.”
His fingers find their mark, and in a few minutes you’re descending into a world of pleasure. “Stop,” you say, “wait, there’s another one coming soon.” As the contraction builds, you tell him “now,” and he furiously strokes your clit to orgasm as the contraction peaks and you ride both sensations through to the end, breathing hard as you relax and the orgasm subsides.
Your body naturally tells you when to push. He tells you that the baby’s coming after only the first one, holding a mirror for you so you can see the head starting to show through your parting vagina. His hand is still on top, finger resting on your sensitive little bud, his cock growing harder as he watches the progress.
“You like watching me birth?” you ask.
“Yeah.”
“You want me to do it again for you?”
“I think so.”
“Don’t let me stand in your way. Making this baby for you has been one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. Please don’t let this be our last.”
“I won’t.”
“You can breed me again whenever you want.” You take a deep breath, another contraction approaching. “Keep rubbing me. I want to see if I can cum her out.”
His hand immediately gets to work again. You watch and feel it as your daughter’s head pushes you apart. It doesn’t look like you can take anymore, but the lips keep stretching, almost to a perfect circle. The pressure on your clit is mounting too. “Almost there,” you assure him, “keep going.”
The ring of fire builds, but the oncoming orgasm keeps it at bay. As he finally helps you hit that magic point, your baby’s head pops out, then the continued rush of the contraction pushes the rest of her body forward, and soon you’re gathering her up and resting her on your chest. She may be covered in blood and fluids, but that doesn’t matter. She’s here, she’s beautiful, and she’s yours.
Your husband eventually cuts the cord and attends as the placenta slides out. As your daughter takes her first drops from your aching breast, you catch his eye. His hand is on his cock, looking like he’s holding back.
“I did say whenever you want,” you remind him, and he quickly scoots forward to cum inside you again before resting next to you, sharing your first calm moments as a family of three.
Harper had heard it was possible to get pregnant after your first time having sex, she'd just thought it was so unlikely the risk felt worth it. She found out she was pregnant pretty early on, though she'd kept it from her boyfriend, Clay, for as long as she could. She was lucky she was so tall, and that she apparently carried in a way that made it possible for her to conceal it with the right clothes. Now at what she thought might be full-term, she spent most of her time in overalls and oversized flannels she used to conceal her swollen belly.
She hadn't wanted to leave home after graduating, but a baby wasn't in her plans either. Her boyfriend seemed in love with the idea of being a family, but they were just high school graduates. It seemed too far-fetched. In fact, being pregnant seemed far-fetched. Harper felt as though she'd held onto denial for most of her pregnancy, hoping some sort of plan would materialize between the two of them before the consequences of their one night of lovemaking appeared.
Then one day she was walking home from the library, the cramps she'd been feeling all morning intensifying until she cut across the abandoned field by her house in search of a private place to rest. There was an old pickup truck in the middle of the field, a run-down thing she and her boyfriend had been sneaking to for years. She leaned against it, feeling safe here on the secluded field, shielded from the road by the old truck surrounded by trees.
She just needed to take it easy. Harper slid her back down the side of the truck, sitting on the ground to catch her breath. She wondered how far along she was, what she should do in this situation. Somewhere deep down she'd hoped if she just ignored it she wouldn't be pregnant anymore, though she knew this was stupid and immature. The cramps across her belly left her breathless, her knees shaking every time her body tensed beneath her hands. Things were starting to become painful.
She sat on the ground, rocking in place to distract herself from the pain and instinctively covering her swollen belly as much as possible. She wiped her forehead and noticed she was sweating. Seeing no one was around anyway, she peeled off her flannel shirt and fanned herself. A sharp pain made her grip her stomach. Harper let out a shaky breath. Nothing was wrong, she'd just overdone it. She would borrow the car before going into town next time. And finally schedule an appointment with a doctor.
Before she realized it she was breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth, her breaths steady and measured. What was happening to her? She decided she ought to get home, maybe something was wrong with her. Harper braced herself before using the truck to pull herself to her feet. As she stood, a gush of fluid soaked the seat of her overalls, and a sharp pain between her legs sent her back to her knees, screaming.
The eighteen-year-old trembled as she reached down to touch her crotch. Had she peed herself? Was she that pregnant? She wondered if maybe she should call for help, but she didn't want to admit to herself what was happening. She pulled out her phone to text her boyfriend.
[Can you meet me at our spot? I don't feel well]
Clay didn't keep her waiting long for a response. [I'm on my way. Are you okay?]
Harper couldn't respond right away, as an excruciating pain was building in her back and hips. Still on her hands and knees, she rocked back and forth without thinking about why, her breathing ragged. Shaking, she texted Clay, [Something's wrong with me. I think I peed my pants…]
A tortured scream erupted from her throat as another pain washed over her, an intense pressure concentrating between her legs. No, no, this wasn't happening. She wasn't far enough along. She was too young. Her back, stomach, and thighs ached and cramped, her body acting on its own. The girl took terrified, shuddering breaths, struggling to get ahold of herself.
After a few long minutes of this, the pain finally subsided. Harper took a few more deep breaths before attempting to stand; she needed to for some reason. She braced her hand against the truck, cradling her belly to herself as she awkwardly pulled herself to her feet. Her auburn hair was soaked with sweat, hanging limply against her neck. She looked like a woman in labor, not the frightened teenager she was. She glanced around, trembling as she saw no one for miles. There was a reason she liked this shortcut, but the seclusion would now be to her detriment.
Harper gasped for air, her belly tightening between her hands. But standing up felt better, like some kind of pressure was relieved. Without thinking, she parted her knees a bit, only to realize her mistake too late. With a moan of agony, Harper felt an enormous pressure, like a watermelon was lodged in her abdomen and suddenly trying to force its way out of her ass. Whimpering, she pressed her legs together as she leaned against the abandoned truck, trying not to scream despite the excruciating pain building between her legs. What she now recognized to be a contraction was tightening its grip around her, followed by an incredible urge to push. Her phone dinged with a notification, but she was dizzy with agony.
Harper whimpered and sobbed through each pain, her legs feeling numb from the strain of pressing them together. She was having a baby, she was sure now, or at least trying not to. Don't push, don't push, please don't push, she pleaded with herself, the contractions growing closer together no matter how hard she fought them.
"OOOOOHHHHH NO!!" Harper screamed as she doubled over in pain, allowing just enough space between her legs to allow something to begin to emerge from inside her. Something hard and round squeezed against her opening, too huge to possibly come out of her. She panted desperately, fighting her body's urge to push out her baby. She wasn't ready yet. She wasn't…
Harper moaned at the top of her lungs, unable to fight it anymore, as her baby began to be born against her will. She clutched her contracting belly, hunched over, sobbing as her baby pressed against her opening with a burning sensation. She could feel her body pushing, feel the baby squeezing through her by the powerful force of her own uterus.
She screamed. She couldn't hold it back; her baby's head began to squeeze through her birth canal, crowning into her overalls. When the contraction ended, her knees buckled beneath her. She awkwardly sank to her knees, panting and moaning, before scrambling onto her back. Movement was incredibly difficult due to the baby's head bulging between her legs. She knew it must be crowning by the burning sensation that sent tears and sweat running down her face.
Harper spread her legs, desperate to relieve some of the pressure in her hips. She didn't care if she gave birth in her clothes, she just needed some relief from the agony. Another contraction caused her to scream, and she reached down to feel the baby's head bulging against the crotch of her pants. She couldn't believe something so big was inside her, coming out of somewhere so sensitive.
Suddenly panic began to set in as she finally accepted that she was giving birth right now. She had to get her overalls off…she had to get this baby out…but her hands were shaking too hard to undo the clasps. Before she could get her bearings another contraction gripped her womb like a vice, and she screamed as her body pushed, her baby straining against her underwear. Making sounds she didn't know she was capable of, Harper gripped the grass in white-knuckled fists as her body struggled to give birth.
Then a familiar face appeared in her peripheral vision. Gasping for air, she lay back after the contraction ended. Suddenly she heard her shoulder clasps being undone and felt someone gently trying to push her upright.
"You're here?" she whimpered, helping Clay get her pants off, leaving her in just a plain white t-shirt.
"Of course I did," said Clay, working fast as he spread out a slightly-worn fleece blanket on the grass and pulled first aid supplies out of his bag. "Jesus…Hang on, let's get you comfortable…"
Harper could only imagine how she must have looked. She knelt awkwardly on the grass, holding her now visibly pregnant stomach, her baby's head bulging halfway out of her vagina, her hips stiff with the weight she was holding between them. She was drenched in sweat and her legs were covered in blood and birthing fluid.
"I'm having a baby," she sobbed, terrified, "You have to help me, it's coming out and I'm scared. It hurts so bad."
"I know, babe," Clay soothed as he led her onto the little pile of blankets and towels he'd made, holding her upright on her knees and massaging her hips as their baby settled deep into her birth canal.
Harper felt fortunate, as she squeezed her boyfriend's hand. He seemed like he'd prepared for this more than she had.
"Just keep panting, Harp, okay? Don't push too hard or you'll tear."
"Oh my God this hurrrrts," she groaned as another contraction started in her lower back. The huge head was straining against her sensitive lips, stuck at its widest point.
"Breathe! Breathe….I want you to pant like in the movies, it'll stop you from pushing."
"I-I…can't…" she whispered, her voice tight with pain. It hurt too much, she had to have her baby now, had to push as hard as she could and give birth. But instead she shook with the effort of resisting the urge to push, feeling herself stretching painfully around the baby's head. "Clay, please," she whimpered, gripping his hand so tightly it was numb. "I h-have to…"
Thinking fast, Clay moved one of his hands down to the baby's head, holding it in place.
"Push against my hand. It'll help give you time to stretch and keep you from tearing."
He barely got the words out of his mouth before she was screaming, pushing as hard as she could. She could feel her body moving the baby down, felt her body adjusting painfully with every movement.
"Ohhhhh, please, I just want to get it out," Harper whimpered, panting. Her face contorted as she pushed again, screaming and squatting as best as she could while on her knees. When the contraction subsided, she begged, "Let me lay down, I don't think I can push this way."
Clay assisted his girlfriend in lying on the blanket, eyeing the bulge between her legs. Her stomach rose and fell beneath her white t-shirt, now damp with sweat. Trembling, he helped her spread her legs, holding them apart while she writhed with another contraction.
Harper suddenly panted hard, sensing an incoming tidal wave she was helpless to stop. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she gripped the sides of her rock-hard belly and bore down.
"I can't fight it! I can't stop p-pushi–AAAARRRRGGGHHH!"
The pain was indescribable, her entire body tense and focused on this one task. She was only barely aware of Clay trying to direct her, her body working on its own in a process it obviously knew better than they did. She didn't even care about controlling her volume; she was giving birth, and right now she needed to scream out her baby as loud and as hard as she could.
"The head is out!" cried Clay from somewhere between her soaked thighs. She lay on her back, her legs held apart by her boyfriend, who was staring in awe at the baby's face now fully emerged from her vagina, facing upwards. He wanted to reach down and touch it, but feared she might close her legs if he moved his hands. All he could do was stare, his bloody hands holding apart her knees, as the baby's head rotated slightly on its own. His girlfriend's body was incredible, pushing out an entire baby on its own.
"I can't hold it back anymore," moaned Harper. "Claaaaay, it's coming out! It's COMING OUT!"
Howling, she writhed in agony as her body expelled her baby's shoulders in a single huge push.
"You're doing great, it's almost here!" Clay gasped, watching breathlessly as the rest of his baby slipped wetly from her vagina and landed on the blanket in a puddle of amniotic fluid.
The euphoria of having just given birth made Harper bury her face in her hands, sobbing deliriously. Clay made quick work cleaning up the baby with the water he'd brought, letting his girlfriend catch her breath. When she'd stopped crying for a few minutes, he patiently handed her a water bottle and held up their newborn daughter, who was wrapped in Harper's flannel shirt.
"It's a little girl, Harp," said Clay contentedly.
Harper, still lying on the blanket in nothing but a t-shirt, waiting to deliver the placenta, gazed up at him and the tiny life they'd made. It was incredible to think this had been the result of one night of sex almost a year ago. Seeing how cute their daughter was, she decided she wouldn't change a thing.
"She's beautiful," Harper said quietly. "I know I said I wasn't looking to settle down yet, but…" she shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed for some reason despite the ordeal they'd just endured together. "I don't know many boys who could handle this situation as well as you did…do you wanna get married after all?"
Clay laughed as he gazed down at the sleepy, flannel-swaddled baby. "Harp, is that your way of proposing to me? After all that?"
Harper scowled. "Then don't, see if I care. And let me see my baby." She extended greedy arms towards the infant, maternal instincts overriding all her previous fears. Her boyfriend grinned, kissing her forehead as he handed her their newborn.
The first build-a-birth prompt that came in and oh my God was it fun to write holy shit lol.
It got so long that I decided to split it into two parts, though 😅 so here's part one lmao. Also there will be twins - Atlas just doesn't know they've got twins in there so part two is gonna be pretty wild for them lol.
WARNINGS: nonbinary character giving birth, birth denial, clothing birth, public birth, orgasm during labor. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.
If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.
Everyone had joked about how Atlas would end up going into labor during their baby-moon despite being only 36 weeks along. By the end of it they were beginning their 37th week, but even so their due date wasn't for three more weeks so it was easy to laugh those concerns off.
Except Atlas had been feeling increasingly more intense contractions since they left their hotel that morning that they were trying to brush off as Braxton hicks contractions.
At least until a small gush of fluid left a size-able damp spot on Atlas' leggings and made them realize they couldn't stay in denial for much longer about what was happening.
They were in labor.
Though, technically, labor didn't start during the baby-moon itself.
No, it started as they were leaving.
Now they were several hours away from the next stop and even further away from home where Atlas had everything set up to have a nice, relaxing, empowering birth with just themselves and their husband.
"Shit," Atlas grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the seat and pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window as he felt a contraction start.
"Babe? You alright?"
Atlas glanced over at their husband, hazel eyes peaking out from behind blue and green dyed bangs. "My water broke," they mumbled in an exhale, taking in another deep breath and squeezing their eyes shut as they felt the pressure deep inside their pelvis drop even lower.
"Oh... Oh!" Fen exclaimed, having taken a moment to fully comprehend what Atlas said. "Guess those weren't just Braxton hicks contractions, huh?" Fen chuckled nervously, reaching over to take Atlas' hand.
"Yeah, guess not," Atlas sighed as the contraction passed.
"Do you think we'll make it home?" Fen asked, "If not I can look at hotels around the next stop. It won't be home but at least it won't be on a bus."
"Um," Atlas paused, thinking back to when the contractions first started around 10AM. It was nearly 6PM now, but for the majority of the time the contractions weren't too bad. The last half hour or so, Atlas had noticed growing pressure against his hips and lower back but assumed it was from the not-very-comfy bus seats. But then their water broke and that pressure had gotten worse without the cushion. "I don't know," they answered after a few seconds.
"Okay, how about... I'll book us a hotel near the next stop just in case and we'll reassess once we get there," Fen offered.
Atlas nodded their approval of the plan, grateful for Fen's ability to think logically even in panic-inducing moments.
Over the next two hours, Fen gently coached Atlas through contraction after contraction. The deep rumble of his voice, strong hand holding Atlas', and his general presence helped immensely to keep Atlas calm and focused despite everything else.
At some point Fen pushed the armrest between them out of the way so Atlas could lean on him, making for a much comfier position than sitting upright like they had been.
"There's... a lot of pressure," Atlas said between softly panted breaths. "I don't think it'll be much longer," they added.
"Okay, we should be at the stop soon," Fen reassured, draping an arm over Atlas' shoulders to gently rub circles against Atlas' swollen stomach. "Then we can go straight to the hotel and have this baby like we planned," Fen said, voice dipping into a low purr against Atlas' ear.
It made a shiver go down Atlas' spine, clit throbbing and making them aware of exactly how aroused they already were just from Fen talking to them and giving them instructions - even if those instructions were mainly how and when to breathe.
God, Atlas wished they were home.
A contraction brought Atlas out of their thoughts, making them tense until Fen reminded them to relax and breathe through it.
That was getting really hard, but Atlas made an effort. They took in a deep breath, trying to relax their body as much as they could as they let that breath out slowly.
"Again, babe, do it again," Fen urged, reaching down to massage the outside of Atlas' thigh where the muscles were still all tense.
"Ngh," Atlas grunted as they sucked in another breath, screwing their eyes shut as the contraction peaked and the pressure between their hips increased tenfold. Hardly even realizing it, they found themselves bearing down against it for the remainder of the contraction.
Once it was done, Atlas shifted to reposition so they were leaning back against Fen, one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. The position let them spread their thighs a bit more and they moaned softly when they felt that pressure drop deep into their pelvis. "H-Hey, Fen," they mumbled, unable to help but rock their hips a little, "I think I have to push."
Fen didn't reply right away, lifting his head to glance around the bus first. There weren't many people, thankfully, and it seemed like they'd be getting to the bus stop soon but neither of them were sure if it'd be soon enough. "Okay. We're almost to the stop and the hotel is just around the corner from there. Try to breathe through it until we get there," Fen instructed, calm aside from a slight tremble to his otherwise even voice.
"I'll try, but..." Atlas trailed off, feeling their midsection tighten in another strong contraction.
"You got this, love. I know it's hard, I know you want to push but let's breathe through it," Fen cooed, his voice low and lips brushing against Atlas' ear as he spoke. "Feel the pressure, notice it and accept it as you breathe," he instructed, taking slow even breaths for Atlas to follow.
"Yeah, 'm feeling th-the pressure," Atlas groaned in one quick exhale, screwing their eyes shut and trying their best to match Fen's breathing. What really got them through the intense heavy pressure urging them to push, though, was focusing on Fen's fingers rubbing their thigh.
"You're doing so good sweet-tart," Fen rumbled, "Focus on my voice and we'll get through this."
Atlas nodded, unable to answer as they tried not to make a lot of noise. They could feel that heaviness shift and move down, knowing the baby's head was fully engaged and working its way through their cervix by now.
"You've got this, babe, doing so good for me," Fen purred as the contraction peaked.
There was only so much Atlas could do, though, when the contractions were doing enough to work the baby down through their cervix even without them pushing.
Just as the contraction was ending, there was a loud 'boom' and the bus jolted, tires screeching as it came to a very sudden stop.
Within half a second of the sound, Fen had both arms wrapped tight around Atlas and didn't loosen his grip until the bus was completely stopped.
"Fuck, Atlas are you okay?" Fen asked, calm facade breaking for a moment as panic crept into his voice.
"Yeah, I think so," Atlas answered, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm their racing heart. "Are you?"
"Yeah," Fen nodded, pressing a kiss against the top of Atlas' head.
"Sorry, folks!" the bus driver exclaimed, "Sounds like a tire gave up on us. The station has already been notified, though and someone should be here within the hour to fix us up."
Fen and Atlas sat in silence for a few seconds as that information sunk in. There was no way Atlas was going to make it through an extra hour - they were cutting it extremely close anyway.
"Fen," Atlas mumbled, tilting their head to look at their husband, "I don't know if... if we'll make it."
A small frown tugged at Fen's lips before he slowly answered, "Should we call an ambulance?"
"No," Atlas snapped, panic rising at just the mention of going to a hospital - especially one that was away from their home town that Atlas had never been to.
They've had enough medical trauma and shitty doctors to give them a lifetime of distrust for hospitals.
"Okay - That's okay," Fen reassured, finding one of Atlas' hands to hold. "Let's still try to breathe through it and we'll see how far we get."
"'Kay," Atlas grunted, hand tightening around Fen's as pain and pressure overwhelmed them.
The next couple of contractions went similarly, Atlas following Fen's instructions while trying to keep themselves quiet even as the pressure kept moving lower. It was getting difficult, though, especially when the intensity of the pressure didn't lessen at all after the most recent contraction ended.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nghhh," Atlas whined, squirming against Fen as they tried to find some sort of position that wouldn't be as terrible. "So much pressure," they complained, arching their back a little before collapsing against Fen with a defeated whine.
"I could give you a distraction, if you want," Fen offered, one of his hands trailing down over Atlas' swollen stomach to rub against the inside of their thigh before gently trailing over the seam of their leggings.
"Ah!" Atlas gasped at the unexpected sensation, their clit already swollen and sensitive from how Fen had been talking before. "Please," they said in a rush of air, thighs twitching open more.
Taking a glance around, Fen slipped his hand into Atlas' leggings once he was sure no one would see. "There you go, sweets, just focus on my hand and my voice," Fen encouraged, quickly finding Atlas' swollen clit and slowly rubbing circles over it.
Dropping his head back against Fen's shoulder, Atlas bit back a moan. It did help, though, able to focus on a different sensation rather than pain and pressure. "Sh-shit," Atlas groaned as another contraction hit and Fen sped up his fingers as it peaked. The pleasure took the edge off of the pain but stood no chance against easing the pressure and urges to push that Atlas felt. "Ngh! Ah, f-fuck," Atlas grunted as the contraction peaked.
Fen was telling them to pant through it, suck in air and then blow it out, do whatever they could just so they weren't holding their breath. That was hard, though, and Atlas found themselves giving little pushes with every forced exhale.
They didn't have a choice in the matter and fuck did it feel good to give in a little bit.
It was only after the contraction ended that Atlas realized on top of the pressure there was a new sensation just below their cervix - like they were being stretched and filled to their breaking point.
Everything was so intense, though, Atlas couldn't even say anything about it. They were reduced to a squirming, whimpering mess as the pleasure warred with the discomfort and that urge to push completely overtook them when their abdomen tightened again.
And Atlas was right - it felt so good to finally do what their body wanted them to.
Between that and Fen's fingers moving expertly over their clit, Atlas found themselves on the verge of an orgasm as they gasped in a breath and pushed.
That's what did it, Atlas unable to help but cry out and buck their hips as the orgasm washed over them even as their body kept bearing down.
By the time Atlas was coming down from that absolutely incredible orgasm, they could feel that that heaviness had completely filled their cunt and they were sure if they pushed just a little more that their lips would start to bulge and part.
"Oh my God, are you having a baby?!"
The shrill voice of a concerned stranger made Atlas' face go bright red, realizing she probably had heard them cumming just now.
Fen didn't remove his hands from Atlas' leggings which made Atlas' face burn even brighter as Fen tried to reassure the worried passenger.
Atlas was past the point of being able to speak coherently, though, especially as another contraction started not even seconds later.
"Oh - Ah - Nghh - No," Atlas whined as quietly as they could, their body now pushing without their consent. "Oh God, oh God. Fen!" Atlas gasped, feeling their hole start to stretch as the baby's head started to inch out.
But Fen was still trying to convince the lady - and now several other worried passengers - not to call 911 because they had it handled and that Atlas didn't want to go to the hospital.
Groaning through gritted teeth, Atlas felt the baby's head slide back in as the contraction ended. But they didn't get that relief for long, their contractions almost on top of each other by now.
Atlas hardly even noticed the small crowd that had gathered around their seat, all of their focus on trying (and partially failing) not to push again.
It didn't make much of a difference, though.
The baby's head was slowly making its way through. Every contraction brought it out further and further even though it always slipped back in as soon as the contractions were over.
At least until it didn't.
Unable to speak, Atlas grabbed Fen's wrist and moved his hand down just enough that he'd be able to feel the way Atlas' lips were bulging and the baby's head peaking out through them.
Atlas felt Fen's whole body tense for a moment, words faltering as he tried to soothe everyone who was trying to call an ambulance.
Then, he regained composure and with two fingers spread Atlas' lips just a little further so he could press his hand against the baby's head. With that position, Fen incidentally had the ball of his hand pressed firmly against Atlas' sensitive clit which sent entirely conflicting sensations through their body again.
As the next contraction came, Atlas found themselves unintentionally grinding against Fen's hand as they moved their hips in little circles like they had been this whole time.
And it felt so fucking good but also way too intense at the same time and Atlas couldn't hold back their moans, grunts, and whines anymore.
When that contraction peaked, Atlas gave a series of little pushes each accompanied with a small grunt.
It wasn't doing anything, though, and Atlas soon realized that Fen was keeping the baby from progressing more with firm but gentle pressure against its head.
"Hey, they're transferring us to a different bus, sweet-tart, it just got here," Fen's voice right in Atlas' ear was the only thing Atlas could hear outside of their own harsh breathing and pounding heartbeat. "The aisle is too narrow for me to pick you up but as soon as we're off the bus I'll be able to carry you, okay?"
Fuck.
There wasn't any other choice, though, so after Fen removed his hand from Atlas' leggings, Atlas slowly adjusted so they could stand.
Fen supported them the whole time but with every step Atlas could feel their labia bulging and spreading more and more. Not to mention the way their hole was starting to burn with the stretch as the baby began to crown.
The step down from the bus was the worst and the baby was nearly at a full crown by the time Fen was picking them up to carry them over to the other bus.
Thank fuck the other bus was a little bigger so Atlas didn't have to walk to a seat. Especially since a contraction started just as Fen was stepping up into the bus.
All Atlas could do was bury their face against Fen's shoulders and sob as that burning sensation just continued to get worse, their body pushing even though they were actively trying not to.
"Fen!" Atlas squealed as the rest of the baby's head popped out all at once, making their leggings bulge obscenely. "I-It's - Oh God - th-the head is - it's out," they stammered, clinging to Fen even as their husband gently laid them on the row of seats in the back of the bus.
"Okay, okay - Babe, just, I need you to let go of me so I can - uh - look and help," Fen said in a mumbled rush, standing once Atlas let go before kneeling between Atlas' feet. "We need to get these pants off, okay?" he asked, already reaching for the waistband of the leggings.
"Wait - waitwaitwait," Atlas gasped, keening as their abdomen cramped and tightened again. They could feel the baby turning and a shoulder trying to come out but their leggings didn't let that happen.
At least until Fen managed to pull the legging down - ignoring Atlas' pleas because they needed to come off - and several things happened all at once.
The first shoulder slid out, closely followed by the second one and, before Fen even had Atlas' leggings to their knees, the baby was born with a large gush of fluid.
