30 F with a birth fetish. Especially into painful births that need medical intervention and births that are romantic. 18+ only. If you arenāt of age please donāt follow! Ask me anything!
Another great video with a slow crowning, and sticky shoulders as well. Link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ZM5UtjtvTgnIGmblBUzQt7rJSa2yLY9s/view?usp=drive_link
I didn't realize, really, what I'd agreed to when I signed the form for the forceps but at that point I wasn't really in any state to be making decisions at all.
I'd been in labor for 57 hours, 44 of them after the epidural I planned for -- and begged for -- failed to do anything at all. But I had the needle in my back so, by hospital policy, I was tethered to the bed for the whole labor anyway, unable to do much more than flip my aching, bloated frame from side to side and pray for it to be over.
Transition was worse than I could have ever possibly imagined. It was like a vice wrapped around my hips and lower belly, crushing the bones of my pelvis into dust every 90 seconds, lasting for over a minute, with mere seconds of rest between each onslaught. At the one hour mark of this agony I overheard, over the sound of my own screams, an OB nurse say she'd never seen a transition this tough go on this long.
So violent was my son's drop into my pelvic girdle and the sudden, overwhelming pressure to push that I screamed "he's breaking me, OH MY GOD, my MY HIPS, MY ASS, IT HURTS SO BAD!"
I wasn't one of those moms who felt empowered when I was told I could start pushing. On the contrary, I knew from the second I started bearing down and felt my tailbone creak that something was very wrong. I knew with every fiber of my being that my child was way, way too big to come out of me and me be left intact.
"Cut him out, oh dear God, please, please, I feel like I'm gonna die, I can feel my pelvis GRINDING, MY ASSHOLE OH GOD MY ASSHOLE, oh God please, I can't take it anymore, please GET HIM OUT!"
That's when they handed me the form for the forceps. I signed so fast they were putting me up in stirrups before the clipboard was even out of my hands.
All the sudden I felt a freezing cold liquid dousing my pussy lips and a gloved hand entering my hole. At first it was a rimming and then, without warning, it felt like I was being roughly fisted. I didn't even have a chance to object, though, before a contraction was gripping me and I could do nothing but screech as it forced my massive baby deeper into my overloaded birth canal.
I think they must have told me they had to cut me as part of the procedure but I never expected them to do it during a contraction or without numbing me. I felt the scalpel slicing through my tender tissues and, almost immediately, the unimaginable searing agony of a metal spatula being forced into my overstuffed birth tube.
I was shaking so hard in the stirrups that I had a nurse on either side, forcing my thighs into the cold metal. The second spatula going in, impossibly, was so much worse than the first. There was no room left and, to add insult to injury, I could feel my son, wedged firmly in my hips kicking hard, adding to my overall misery.
I was too out of it, in too much distress, to be extended the courtesy of knowing what was going on down there. They didn't even tell me when they were going to pull the head out so the utter destruction of my perineum, urethra, and asshole -- which felt like a grenade had gone off in my nethers -- was a complete and total surprise.
"I'M RIPPING, MY PEE HOLE, OH MY GOD, MY PEE HOLE TORE!"
The severity of my injuries immediately rippled through the room and I felt an oxygen mask being placed over my face. A nurse was trying to talk to me but my vision was tunneling. I'm ashamed to say I couldn't even think of my baby, all I could focus on was the unbelievable agony between my legs.
The shoulders, well, I was already ripped so bad you would think it couldn't get any worse but, it turned out, one piece of me had been spared. But, my premonition had been correct: this birth would destroy me down there forever. When he turned, the left shoulder almost entirely detached my clitoris.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I could feel myself start to vomit from the sheer agony of it all. They were turning my head to the side to keep me from aspirating as they pulled the rest of his body out.
The massive gush of fluids as he left my body was a new level of pain. My gruesome tears stung as it kept coming, coating my thighs and the floor.
My vision started to go black as I felt a gloved hand examining what used to be my genitals. I could only sob as I clenched down painfully on nothing, the continuous leak of birth fluids searing through my ripped skin. I could hear voices around me but I'd lost the ability to follow the plot.
"Her clitoris is hanging on by a thread."
"She's going to need a total urethra repair."
"Call plastic surgery. She's gonna need a lot more than that."
Before I lost consciousness, I heard someone say my son was fine and he'd weighed in at 19lbs.
My poor pussy clenched down on nothing again and I let out a pitiful wail. A nurse near my head stroked my hair and tried to reassure me I'd be under anesthesia soon. I was in so much pain I had no dignity left.
"Please, put something in my pussy, oh God, it hurts so bad. Please, it hurts when it clenches, OH GOD PUT ME OUT."
The last thing I felt before losing consciousness was a gloved first shoving through my tears and settling, as I'd asked, in my overstretched hole. I moaned pitifully, so badly injured that this one tiny mercy felt like a blissful relief.
The last thing I heard was a male voice, full of awe and a bit of mirth.
"You'd think she'd never want anything inside her again!"
when you ask your dear friend kyle to help you with your pregnancy, you expect him to donate some sperm, drive you to your ivf appointments, etc etc.
what you don't expect is him to press your knees to your chest one evening, slamming his cock so deep inside of you that you swear you can feel it entering your womb.
"s'fuckin' good for me," he groans, applying more pressure to the back of your thighs, "takin' my cock like a champ, baby," somehow he manages to thrust deeper, a soft whine leaving your lips.
he doesn't stop praising you throughout the whole ordeal, admiration entering one ear then shooting down into your body, pussy squeezing after every phrase.
such a sweet girl. absolutely perfect. gonna be such a good mama.
the way you tighten up at that last bit has kyle gritting his teeth, eyes clenched up before opening to reveal fully dilated pupils, "yeah? you like when i call you that? mama?" the word gets the same physical reaction from you, and kyle grins.
he adjusts himself, chest nearly touching yours as he raises his hips till only the tips insde. then, he slams home.
"can't wait to make you a mama. gonna ruin this cunt every day till it takes. yeah? you want that?" the drag of his cock inside of you is so distracting, addicting. you almost don't answer his question, but the high-pitched mewl he punches out of you is answer enough.
he keeps talking to you, how excited he is to watch your soft belly expand, to see your tits swell up, have your stretchmarks extend.
you hear him say something along the lines of i'll be such a good daddy, mama, jus' you wait, but you blame the cotton in your ears. after all, the only thing you can focus on is the warm feeling of his cum coating your insides and making good on his previous promises.
Fist deep as it can go. Right up against the cervix. That uncomfortable fullness. Partner giving encouraging words and massaging with their free hand, but offering no assistance otherwise. If their fist moves, itās because you moved it. Ideally with a good hard push, but most likely just moving with the shift of your hips. An attempt to get more comfortable just casing the fist to bully into a different spot entirely. Pushing for as long as it takes. Finally, finally getting to the point where the wrist is starting to emerge, labia swelling where a palm and oh god knuckles is eagerly waiting. Only then does your partner start touching your clit. āDoing so good for me. Youāre almost thereā just a little more and youāll be at the widest pointā and god if it isnāt the hottest thing. A thumb pressing hard into your perineum, halting your progress because āwe donāt want you to tearā¦ā
crowning starts at about 10:30 - really good pushes and stretches. Her hot blonde friend is def thinking about how she wants her pussy stretched like this too
Ohhhh god this is so hot, fvvvvvck. She says daddy a bunch, struggles on the crown for minutes straight, is bratty, and says sheās trying to be a good girl while not being able to birth yet. Message me about this Iām edible high and super h0rni š„ŗ https://u.pcloud.link/publink/show?code=XZd04m0Zct2juPydan8hh3hazdPyJ05QFLw7
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When she says ādaddy im fvcking rippingā š„ŗš¤¤
Sure Iād seen shows. Even videos. I assumed they were playing it up, being dramatic. It was taking all my focus not to scream with the contractions, or break down sobbing as I felt this parasite moving down inside me. I hadn't meant for it to.happen here, like this. I was supposed to be hiding in the shed, or at least the basement.
Then mom and dad had friends from the office over and asked me to stay upstairs. I didn't argue, assumed it would be ok. Then contractions started getting worse, my waters broke and soaked my sweats and panties. I knew from looking into it that didn't really mean anything. Sure, it was alarming, but come on. I could have hours still, even the better part of a day.
Of course, I couldn't be that lucky. I sat on the edge of my bed, facing away from the door, breathing through cramp after cramp. I was timing them, but I got really scared once I got around six minutes apart. Then I got a feeling like I kinda needed to use the bathroom, but I didn't want to risk getting stuck in there if the little accident was closer than I thought.
Turns out it was. That subtle bathroom-y feeling was a pushy feeling trying to creep in. I tried to fight it as long as I could, burning up in my layered T-shirt and long sleeve Iād been wearing to try to hide my growing belly from my parents. The urge got worse, stronger, more urgent as time went on. Contractions getting closer and closer, it started to hurt to not push. I barely managed to stay quiet, keeping my breath as steady as possible, eyes closed tight as I began to give in against my will, my body pushing on its own even as I fought it.
I tried to make a new plan on the fly. It was clearly coming. Iād have it and try to climb out the window, leave it at a shelter like I originally planned. I just needed to stay calm, let it come as quietly as I could. Mom and Dad could NOT know I had gotten pregnant, ever. Let alone how it had happened. I couldn't imagine how they would react but I know it would be horrible.
Speaking of horrible, the pain and pressure was getting worse. I had started pushing without meaning to, and at this point gave up fighting my body. This was happening, here and now. Gripping my blanket and lifting my knees slightly, I let out the tiniest grunt, face scrunching with effort and toes curling. I could immediately feel an entire new sensation. Not just the intense pressure of a head just inside my vagina, but BURNING. My lips were spreading, I was starting to crown into my soaked panties.
This was really happening. I was having a baby for him and he didn't even know, didn't careā¦ it hurt so bad, I couldn't stand thinking about him, having a normal dinner happy and just thinking about the rest later this week, his latest practice, he probably barely remembered what he'd done-
The door opened to my bedroom, and I jumped with shock. āHeyā¦ I just wanted to check in on you. Are you ok, sweetie?ā I took a breath,.steadied myself, very vividly aware of the straining teardrop of my most intimate place hidden inside my clothes. āY-yea! Iām doing fine! Justā¦ you know. Thinking about stuff.ā I tried to smile, looking back over my shoulder.
God, I was so hot. I could feel the sweat running down my face, soaking into my shirt. My hair was a mess, sticking to me and itself. I looked like a disaster. I looked like some dumb girl giving birth to a baby she didn't want in her bedroom, hoping her parents wouldn't catch her. I was so stupid, how did I think I could get away with this?!
āYouāre probably annoyed with us, huh? I keep telling your father that we shouldn't make you go to your room when our friends are over, but he just says you probably don't want to be around anywayā¦ā
āItās f-fine!ā I managed, and I prayed she didnāt hear the raised pitch of my voice, the way my smile looked like grit teeth, my hands twisting in the sheets as my body started to push on its own again, another contraction squeezing me tight. āReally! I just have stuff going on, andā¦ I g-get it. You guys are people tooā¦ and Iā¦ I really do get it!ā Fuckā¦ I could feel the headā¦ it wasn't a teardrop anymoreā¦ it was a full crownā¦ noā¦ worse, itā¦ it-!
I convulsed as a sudden burst of movement overwhelmed me. The entire head slipped free of me, making a huge bulge in my underwear and sweatpants. Oh god, if Mom looked around me just a tiny bit, sheād see the soaked fabric, the shape of a baby coming out of her daughter in shameful secret. I heard the patter of fluid hitting the carpet impossibly loudly. Thereās no way Mom wouldn't catch me. My life was over. She would make me keep it and I would be the first girl with a kid in my class and for Him no lessā¦
āI appreciate it, hon.ā Mom said, a sigh in her voice. āI just don't want to miss you while we have you in our lives. Youāve grown up so fast. Some girls your age have kids already, can you believe it? But I know youāre smarter than to ever let anything like that happen to you.ā
I wanted to scream, everything felt so wrong. āYea! You taught me to be careful!ā I managed to sneak out, back arching slightly, I HOPED subtly, as I pushed in front of her. It was coming out. Oh god the shoulders were so bigā¦ this was torture, they were bulging me so hard, my body was strainingā¦ I was giving birth!!!
āWellā¦ your dad is probably worried about me. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I worry about you, you know? I want you to know we care about you, weāre here for you. I love you.ā
I couldn't stop pushing. I fought to keep the growl of effort out of my voice. āI love you too, mom.ā I sounded hoarse, strained, but seemingly not too much. She closed the door and I heard her walk away.
Seconds after the couldnāt see me anymore, the inevitable happened. The shoulders slipped free, and the body slithered out of my most intimate place, filling my clothes as I sagged in exhaustion. āOh godā¦ oh godā¦ I just gave birthā¦ā I whisper-panted to myself, praying I could get away with this. I just wanted my normal life back.
I like people being vocal during birth. Not just screaming but saying things like it hurts so much. Please stop. I cannot take it anymore. My pussy/ass burns. It burns so much. I canāt get it out. Itās stuck. My clit hurts so much. Itās too big. Not another one I cannot do it again. Take it out
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