wish i was giving birth under my covers and livestreaming it right now </3 i want everyone in the world to see the silhouette of my bare contracting bump and spread aside legs in the darkness just barely illuminated by my phone's light as i try my best to keep quiet while i give soft little "oomph!" pushes
Have you ever thought of doing a labor rp series? Like a few videos of laboring, trying to deliver, etc? Just curious because your videos are really great, and the shorter expansion/labors you've posted recently were super impressive. Also your page is awesome!!
Thank you so much! I have thought of doing that, like a series of clips progressing through labor. Hoping to get that queued up later this week! âșïž
In the meantime, this clip was one of my very first attempts!
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Word Count: 3,691 words
Summary: Two heavily pregnant streamers face off live, trying to outlast each other through self-induced labor.
Authorâs Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains extremely explicit content involving pregnancy kink, labor, childbirth, lactation, twin delivery, orgasmic birth, clitoral stimulation, public exposure, streaming/voyeurism, squatting/jumping-induced labor, competitive birth, breastfeeding after birth (non-sexual), overstretching, vibrator use, placenta delivery, messy gushes and intense vocalization throughout. Full crowning and detailed expulsions included. All participants are adults, and all content is consensual.
âAlright,â Rainych muttered, shifting on the exercise ball with a grunt. âStreamâs on. Mic check. Camera oneâon me. Camera twoâon your bloated ass, Knite.â
âPregnant and rude,â Knite said, smirking as she pulled her hoodie sleeves up. âHowâre you 41 weeks and still this bitchy?â
Rainychâs eyes flicked toward chat. It was already flooding with emotes. A little âđ„WaddleWarđ„â banner pulsed in the corner of the screen. Over two hundred thousand viewers were watching the feed go live.
She arched a brow. âHowâre you carrying two breech twins and still pretending youâre winning this?â
Knite bounced once on the matâhigh, her black pants tightening across her hips. Her heavy belly jostled under the hoodie, the taut curve of it pushing the fabric forward in one commanding bulge. âI donât need to win. I just need to outlast you.â
Rainych snorted. Her hand pressed instinctively to the underside of her gravid belly, where the weight had started to drag low. âMacrosomia,â she muttered toward the mic. âMeans fat-ass baby. Mineâs kicking my ribs and my cervix.â
Chat exploded.
ârainych leaking soon?â âknite boutta pop two water balloons đ«§â âwhoâs crowning first? bets on the breech behemothâ
âIâm eating the ghost peppers first,â Rainych said, grabbing the red dish in front of her. âAnd Iâm not going easy.â
âPerfect,â Knite said. âThe hotter you go, the faster you blow.â
The plate of bright red slices sat between them. Rainych grabbed one and bit down. She didnât flinch.
Knite watched her chew with raised brows. âThat one had seeds.â
Rainych swallowed. âAll of them do.â
âJesus.â Knite took one, hesitated, then shoved it whole into her mouth. Chewed once. âMmfhâfuckâ!â
Rainychâs smirk widened.
Her belly contracted. Not hard. Just a firm, pressing squeeze that made her shift her weight and hiss.
Knite clocked it. âYou gettinâ tight already?â
âFalse labor,â Rainych said, rubbing low. âHappens all day. Itâs cute you think that matters.â
Knite picked up another slice. âLetâs clean.â
Ten minutes later, they were squatting in syncâwiping baseboards, organizing wires under the desks, rearranging camera stands. Rainychâs shirt had pulled tight across her lower back. Her pink hijab clung to the back of her neck with sweat.
Knite was down on one knee, scooping old fan mail into a bin. âThis is the dumbest shit weâve ever done.â
âItâs your challenge,â Rainych grunted, squatting again. âYour rules.â
âI didnât say you had to do it.â
âYou said whoever holds her baby in longer wins.â
Knite paused. Her stomach was tightening.
Not just a clench. It rolled. She gripped the desk, breathing onceâsteady, shallow. Then laughed and pulled herself back upright.
âMine are chill. They like games,â she said.
Rainych stood slowly, hand braced to her thigh. âMineâs breech and pissed.â
Chat pinged hard.
âRainyâs waddling like her waters boutta blow đđâ âkniteâs got twins playin ping pong in thereâ âthis is better than any birth vid Iâve ever paid for nglâ
Rainych sat again, legs wide, back arching to make room for the low-hanging weight of her belly. Her shirt had ridden up just enough to show the dark stretch of her underbellyâtaut, full, glossy with sweat.
âOkay. Jump squats,â she said, voice lower now.
Knite raised a brow. âYou serious?â
âScared?â
Knite stood. âGet the mat. Iâm not jumping on this hard floor.â
Rainych rose too. Slower. She swore under her breath as another contraction tugged deep in her lower back.
They jumped once. Twice. On the third, Rainych let out a breathy, âHaahâokayââ
âThat didnât sound fake,â Knite muttered.
Rainychâs jaw clenched. âItâs not active. I can still talk through them.â
Knite looked her over. Then jumped againâhigher. She winced halfway down and palmed her side. âMmnghâokay, that was a twofer.â
âYeah?â Rainych looked almost pleased. âBabies getting ideas?â
âShut up.â Knite leaned against the desk, breathing. âJust Braxton Hicks.â
Rainych eased herself back to the ball, wide-legged. One hand braced behind her, the other pressed to her vulva for just a second. âYouâre leaking,â Knite said, watching the wet spot bloom.
Rainych glanced down, then back up. âCamera two didnât catch that, did it?â
Knite grinned. âOh it definitely did.â
Chat exploded again.
âSHE LEAKEDâ âWATERBENDING ACTIVATED đŠâ âCLOSE UP CLOSE UP CLOSE UPâ
Rainych exhaled, chest rising. âStill not labor. Iâm fine.â
Kniteâs brows lifted. âI give it two more jumps.â
Rainych didnât jump again. She couldnât if she tried.
She stayed planted on the ball, both hands gripping her thighs now. Her hips rolled. Not playful. Not performative. One long roll forward, then back. Then again, slower.
Knite crouched beside the mat, grabbing her water. Her hoodie clung damp across the curve of her belly. She adjusted it, then pausedâfrowned.
âYou good?â
Rainych blew out a breath. âNngh⊠think that one was real.â
Knite blinked. âYeah?â
Rainych nodded once, then twice. âLow. Tight. Back to front.â
The chat box shifted.
âwait wait wait is it startingâ âomg macrosomia mamaâs about to pop đłâ âsomeone screenshot her face rnâ
Her hips lifted againâoff the ball this time. She rocked in the air, held the position, then dropped with a soft grunt. âOkay. Okay. That one wrapped around meâŠâ
She didnât even hit full height before she landed and doubled forward. âOhâfuckââ
Rainych looked up fast. âWhat.â
Knite didnât answer. Her hand clamped to her belly, one foot scrambling back as she grunted again.
âWas that real?â
Knite just breathed. âItâs low,â she hissed. âThat one was⊠fuck. Deep.â
Rainych stood, legs wide, one hand on her desk. âTalk to me.â
Knite nodded slowly. Then again. âThat one pushed.â
âWhat do you mean pushed?â
Knite didnât answer right away. She braced her elbows to her knees, squatting with her hoodie riding up, belly out and domed hard. âBaby A shoved down.â
Rainychâs eyes widened. âYouâre at thirty-eight weeks.â
Knite glared. âYouâre at forty-one. Donât play moral high ground now.â
Rainych gripped the desk harder. âMmhâgodâokayâŠâ
âWhat.â
âI just got one too.â
âAnother?â
Rainych didnât answer. She lowered herself slowly to the mat. Sat back, legs open, belly massive and low between her knees. âItâs not stopping.â
Knite looked at her. Really looked.
Rainychâs face had gone still. Lips parted. One hand on her belly, the other slowly bracing between her legs. Her breathing was thin and fast.
âRainyâŠâ
Rainych didnât blink. âItâs not tightening and releasing. Itâs pressing.â
âDown?â
Rainych nodded once, sharply. âSo much pressure. Like⊠like heâs right thereâŠâ
They stayed like that. Thirty seconds. Maybe a minute.
Knite stood slowly. Her body felt heavier nowâweighted at the hips, not just the spine. âWe need to pick,â she said. âDo we cut the stream or let them watch this.â
Rainych looked at the screen. Then straight into her camera.
âHeads up, chat. I think weâre going in.â
Knite pulled her hoodie off. Underneath, her black tank top was soaked along the hem, clinging to the full, high stretch of her belly. She moved stiffly now from instinct.Â
âOkay. Matâs clear. Keep it clean. Iâm not birthing on dust bunnies.â
Rainych snorted and immediately winced. âNnnnghâohhh godââ
Kniteâs head snapped toward her. Rainych was half-sitting, half-sprawled back, one leg drawn up.
Her voice had droppedâno longer joking. âThat one was long,â she said. âLong and low and⊠fuck.â
âWas it pushy?â
Rainych hesitated. Then nodded. âNot full-on. But I needed to move. Couldnât sit through it.â
Knite stepped close. âYou okay if I start squatting again?â
Rainych waved a hand. âDo it. Just donât fall on me.â
Knite grunted as she dropped into a deep squat. Her knees creaked. Her belly shifted forwardâharder than she expected. Her eyes went wide.
âOofânnghhâohhâthat hitââ
Rainych looked at her. âBad?â
Knite didnât answer right away. She rocked forward, both hands to the floor.
Her breath caught.
Rainychâs eyes narrowed. âKnite?â
Kniteâs voice was strained. âI think⊠baby Aâs moving into my canal.â
Rainych sat upright. âWait. Already?â
Knite braced to her hands and knees. âFuckâit hurtsââ
Chat pinged.
âshe said canal holy shit itâs happeningâ âTWIN A DESCENDINGGGâ âboth of them boutta crown together đđđâ
Rainych tried to shift, but the motion pulled another contraction from herâfull-bodied, slow and grinding.
âAhhâhaaahânngghhhâohââ
She rocked back, one leg still bent, the other kicking slightly. Her hand flew between her thighs.
Knite dragged herself upright, sweat dripping. âYouâre not leaving me behind.â
Rainych barked a laugh. âOh fuck youââ
âNot without me,â Knite panted. âIf youâre crowning, Iâm right there too.â
Rainychâs belly shiftedâlower. She felt it. Her pelvis unlocked.
Then the smallest warm gush.
She looked down.
The wet was clear, slow, and steady.
â...Knite.â
Knite turned.
Rainych met her eyes.
âMy water just broke.â
Rainychâs breath hitched sharp.
Then came the sound. A slick, wet plop right onto the mat.
She gasped.
âShitâshitâshitââ
Knite scrambled over. Her hand barely brushed Rainychâs thigh before she saw it.
A thick gush of amniotic fluid had soaked through Rainychâs black pants and was now leaking down her inner thighs, puddling into the carpet under her. Her legs were open. Her back arched.
And her bellyâstill huge, still pulled forwardâhad dropped.
Rainychâs mouth was open. Her hands had flown behind her, bracing against the floor as she panted through it.
Knite knelt beside her. âYouâre descending. I can see it. Are you pushing?â
âIâm not!â Rainych yelled. âHeâs slidingâheâs doing it on his ownââ
The camera caught everything: Rainychâs soaked pants stretched wide around her thighs, the dark wetness spreading as her pelvis tilted up, involuntary and desperate. She moaned again, louder nowâraw and guttural.
Knite flinched at the sound.
Because her own belly tightenedâhard.
She dropped to her knees.
âOhâoh shitâoh fuckâRainyâI feel his feet.â
Rainychâs eyes shot to her. âWhat?!â
âBaby A,â Knite gasped. âHeâs breechâhis feet are pushing into my canalâI can feel them stretching meââ
Rainychâs mouth opened again but no sound came out.
Thenâ
âNNNGHHHâoh godâoh fuckââ
She bore down.
It wasnât planned.
Her body took over.
There was another thick squelchâthen a scream.
âAAHHHâHEâS CROWNINGâfuckââ
Knite crawled to her side, eyes wide.
Rainychâs pants were peeled back by her own thighs nowâbunched mid-thigh, slicked with birth fluid. Her vulva bulgedâglossy, spread, teardropping around the unmistakable round stretch of her babyâs head, thick and slowly opening her wider.
âOh my god,â Knite breathed.
Rainych was crying nowâface scrunched, hands gripping behind her knees. âIt hurtsâheâs hugeânnnnhhhâohhhhââ
âStay with it,â Knite said, breath shaky. âYouâve got the crownâheâs right there.â
Rainych shook her head wildly. âHeâs not moving! Heâs stuckâheâs just sitting there!â
Kniteâs face twisted with a groan of her own. She rocked forward again, elbows hitting the floor.
âIâI think his feet are out,â she gasped.
Rainych blinked fast. âWhat?!â
Knite groaned. âHeâs breech. He kicked out. I felt him slip throughâhis feet are just hanging in meââ
Rainychâs head was half-outâcrowning thick, her lips stretched in a wet ring around the babyâs scalp. Fluids slicked down her thighs and pooled under her.
âRainyââ
âDONâT TALK,â Rainych sobbed. âPush with me or shut upââ
Knite bit back a moanâthen gasped.
The fullness was shifting.
âOkayâokayâfuckâIâm gonna pushâI have toââ
They both bore down.
The stream captured everythingâtwo bodies in tandem, one with a glistening crown peeking, the other with her twins' feet breaching and trembling in place.
And with a long, sticky squelch, her baby slipped further.
A wet plop, louder this time.
And the headâfully crowned.
Her lips stretched wide, her clit swollen and flushed, the head resting fully between her thighs with her perineum still taut and trembling.
âOOOHHHâoh my godââ
Knite was panting beside her.
She reached down between her own legs.
âRainyâmy babyâs dangling.â
Rainych was still openâwide, dripping, breath hitching with every tiny tremble of the head between her thighs. Her body refused to finish. The crown sat thereâglistening, round, stretching her soft and slow.
She gasped.
âFuckâheâs stuckâwonât moveââ
Knite glanced up, red-faced, hips twitching. She was still bent forward, both knees shaking.
âYou need a contractionââ
âI need to come,â Rainych snapped.
Her hand slid fast between her thighs. Middle and ring fingers pressed hard to her clit, slippery with birth fluids, already so swollen it bounced under the pressure.
Knite froze. âYouâreâserious?â
Rainych moanedâhead rolling back, chest heaving.
âI need itâheâs not slidingâheâs sitting in me like a plugâoh godâoh fuckââ
Her other hand went to her breast, groping under the soaked striped shirt. She tugged her bra down, pinched one nipple hard.
The effect was immediate. Her thighs twitched. Her hips rocked.
Knite could see itâthe way Rainychâs labia flexed, the top of the babyâs head pulsing with each shallow roll.
âOhâhaaahâaaaah fuckâyesâmoreââ
She rolled her clit faster, moaning deep now, nipples tight, belly contracting.
Knite whimpered.
Because the sight of itâthe primal mess of itâmade her own canal clench.
Her baby shifted againâfeet twisting, hips stretching.
âOh fuckâI feel him turningâheâs going shoulders downââ
Rainych groaned louder. âDo itâplay with it, Kniteâget him outâahhânnnnghhâ!â
Kniteâs hand slid between her legs.
She wasnât graceful. She was panting, messy, soaked in sweat and birth fluids, but she found her clit and rubbed. Hard.
Rainych cried out againâvoice cracking. âYESâFUCKâYESâIâm comingââ
The orgasm crashed through her.
Her belly clenched.
Her hips bucked.
And the baby slid outâshoulders first, thick and slow, then the chest, soft ribs stretching her open with a loud, wet squelch.
âNNNNGHâAAAHHHHHââ
A slippery pop, then a long, glossy slide between her thighs.
The body dropped with a gushy plop onto the mat, limbs curled, cord still pulsing.
Rainych collapsed back, gasping, tears streaking her cheeks.
â...holy fuckâŠâ
Knite moaned sharply.
Her orgasm hit mid-pushâher legs spread, toes curling, and her babyâs hips forced wide open with the pressure.
Rainych blinked fast, breath coming in short, erratic bursts. Her baby lay slippery and steaming between her thighs, one tiny fist twitching, mouth parting to cry.
Her hands were trembling as she scooped him up.
He was still attachedâcord glistening, thick and pulsing from her raw, gaping slit.
Rainych didnât care.
She shifted back slowly, shoulders braced, thighs spread wide as she dragged herself to lean against the desk leg. The move angled her hips upâexposing everything.
Her pussy was blown wide, flushed and glistening, with the cord still trailing between her folds. Past it, deep inside, the dark flush of placenta hadnât moved yetâfat, soft, still clinging.
She brought the baby to her chest.
He latched with one little snuffle, lips sealing around her nipple. Her shirt was half off. The hijab pushed back. Milk leaked down his chin.
And her pussy stayed open.
Fully in frame.
Chat exploded.
âSHEâS STILL ATTACHED đłâ âcord in pussy cam đđâ âbaby feedin placenta peakin we LIVEâ
Rainych glanced sideways. âCamera twoâs got the whole thing?â
Knite, still on hands and knees, nodded shakily. âYeah. Youâre⊠fuck⊠youâre wide.â
Rainych smirked faintly. âDonât be jealous.â
Knite groaned. âIâm not jealous. Iâm crowning.â
Rainych looked down.
Knite had rolled onto her back, black pants shoved to her knees. Her belly was still full with Baby B, but between her thighs, Baby Aâs body hung slick and limpâshoulders out, chest resting on the mat.
And her pussy?
It was stretched.
Wide. Glossy. Twitching.
The head was almost outâbut not quite.
Just the upper face: one closed eye, nose flattened, the curve of the forehead lodged tight against her rim.
Rainych stared.
âOhhh fuckâheâs stuck.â
Knite gasped. âItâs so muchâhe wonât slideâheâs wedgedââ
Rainych reached one hand down again, rolling her own nipple gently as the baby suckled.
âTry again,â she said. âTouch yourself.â
Kniteâs head snapped sideways. âWhat?â
âYou need to come again.â
Kniteâs legs twitched. âI canâtâheâs in meâhis face is in meââ
âExactly,â Rainych said, voice low. âHeâs making you feel everything.â
Knite whimpered.
Her hand slid down anyway.
She rubbed her clit once.
Twice.
Then gasped.
âOhhâohhhh fuckââ
Rainych watched.
Watched the way Kniteâs fingers moved faster, the way her hips rolled involuntarily, the way her pussy clenched around that stuck, slippery headâ
âand then opened wider.
Knite moaned.
Louder.
Her whole body trembled.
And as her orgasm hitâ
âNNNNNGHHHHâAAAHHHâYESââ
âBaby A slid free.
A thick, gushing squelch echoed off the mat.
Head, then neck, then body, all at once.
Rainych laughed, breathless.
âThatâs how you win.â
Knite lay sprawled, legs wide, pussy still twitching, fluids slicking the inside of her thighs. The baby lay between her knees, still attached, his head steaming against the cool air.
She blinked at the camera.
Chat went feral.
âTWINS COMING IN HD đŠâ âgod i wish that were me frâ ârainy with the cord cam knite with the facestuck finale?? we been blessedâ
Rainych looked down at her still-leaking pussy, placenta bulging faintly inside.
âDonât end the stream yet,â she said. âWe havenât shown them everything.â
Rainych moaned low, head tilted back, her baby still nursing, her pussy still parted around the thick cord.
Thenâ
A pressure shift. Deep and dull.
She gasped. âPlacentaâs *comingânnnghhââ
She braced again, both legs spread wide, fingers splayed behind her. Her core contractedâwet and slowâand with a long, sticky slide, the placenta slithered free.
It landed on the mat with a fat, sloppy plop, the cord still twitching, a trail of fluid seeping from her wide, quivering folds.
âGod. That was huge. It felt so good⊠I think I just came again a littleâŠâ
Knite whimpered from the floor.
âMineâs not even close to done.â
Rainych looked over.
Kniteâs thighs were shaking. Baby A was now latched to her chest, greedily suckling, but her belly was still tautâfull.
Rainych reached into the drawer behind her and pulled out a small pink vibe. With a smile, she clicked it on and it hummed to life.Â
âLift your hips,â she ordered.
Knite moaned. âRainyâwhat are youââ
âTrust me.â
Rainych pressed the vibrator directly to her clit.
Knite screamed.
âYESâYESâFUCKâOH MY GODââ
Her pussy clamped hard. Then bloomed.
Baby B shot forward.
Hips and legs expelled in a sudden, gushing eruptionâamniotic fluid spraying across the mat, splashing both their thighs, soaking Kniteâs hoodie in a wide, wet arc.
âAHHHâHEâS STILL IN MEâHIS HEADâSTUCKââ
Rainych didnât let up.
She circled the vibe harder, faster, watching Kniteâs body quake.
âYou need to come again. Itâs the only way.â
Knite sobbed, helpless, pinned wide.
âIâfuckâIâm gonnaâI canâtââ
âYES you canâfeel himâride itâlet it goââ
Kniteâs scream built in her chest.
She came againâhardâlegs locking, back arching off the floor.
And with that final, explosive climaxâ
Baby Bâs head shot out in a burst of thick, hot fluid.
It splashed against the mat, droplets hitting Rainychâs calves.
The baby lay sprawled, twitching, pink and covered in vernix.
Rainych clicked the vibe off and Knite collapsed back.Â
Everything went still except the soft suckling noises from both babiesâone on each of Kniteâs breast.
Rainych reached for Baby B and patted its back until it cried and she latched it onto one of her engorged, leaking breasts.
Kniteâs body was wrecked. Beautiful. Still quivering. Her pussy still slack, open, the twinsâ cords twitching against her leg.
The room was soaked â bodies, mats, carpet, clothes â drenched with sweat and birth and milk and slick.
And the camera was still on.
Still blinking red.
Still live.
Chat had detonated.
âARE YOU KIDDING ME đđđđâ âpussy cam? cord cam? MILK CAM??â âgive these queens an award. an OSCAR. a BIRTH NOBELâ
Rainych blinked, Baby B still latched on to her breast, when reached toward the laptop, fingers shaky, her thigh still leaking where the placenta had slid free earlier.Â
The âTip Jarâ window was floodingâlines and lines of usernames and numbers, every second a new chime.
She stared.
âKnite.â
Knite didnât open her eyes. âMm?â
Rainych laughed. âWe cleared six digits.â
Knite blinked up at the ceiling. âHoly fuck.â
They both started giggling. Too breathless to control it. Still twitching, bodies wrecked, tits out, cords attached, babies suckling lazily on both chests.
Rainych wiped her forehead. âThank you, chat,â she panted. âWe donât deserve you.â
Knite grinned. âWe really donât.â
Rainych sat up straighter. The vibe was still beside her knee, slick and silent. The room smelled like milk, sex, and afterbirth.
She squinted at the stream comments, scanning for something coherent.
Then read aloud: âOne of them said... âDo it again.ââ
Knite tilted her head. âAgain?â
Rainych looked over at her. Then grinned. âYeah.â
Knite snorted. âGod.â
Another tip pinged.
Then another.
The suggestion kept repeating.
âGET KNOCKED UP AGAINâ âREMAKE THE STREAM BUT BIGGERâ âRACE TO TRIPLETSâ
Rainych met Kniteâs eyes.
âWe doing this?â
Knite let her head fall back with a groan.
Then grinned.
âFuck it. Iâll find a donor tomorrow.â
Rainych laughed, still out of breath.
âSame.â
They both looked at the camera, tits out, cords still hanging, mats soaked in birth.
Rainych winked.
âSee you again in ten months.â
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