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26. birth kink enthusiast. open to RP. Minors DNI. he/they

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Birth role-play, carriers needed.

Looking to write some extreme birth roleplay, looking for anything including overdue pregnancies, unbirth, birth denial, conjoined, simultaneous, long labours, single or twin hyperpregnancy (big singletons preferred to multiples), and much more.

I write in third person, English, literate, and usually a paragraph or more.

Hard limits: piss, scat, under-age, gore

DM me!

[pickledpet]

god, you’re perfect.

I can’t help but think about pumping you full of my baby (or babies…twins do run in my family after all…). I’d hold my hand over your stomach as I thrust into you, looking you in the eye as I promise to knock you up.

you’d get big pretty quickly, the baby growing fast. It’d be just our luck for the baby to be long and chunky, giving you this immense weight to carry around for months.

as we get closer to your due date, that weight gets lower and heavier, the pressure gets more intense. Until one day you wake up to a pain and a pop, your sac breaking and spraying amniotic fluid all over our bed.

I’d hold you as push, pulling your legs back as you struggle to get our baby’s massive head back. I’d rub your belly and kiss your temple, praising you for how well you’re doing. Such a good boy, pushing so well to get our baby out of your belly. it wouldn’t be easy or fast, you’d be stuck pushing for hours, changing from position to position. Even when we start seeing the baby’s head, it slips back in a few times before you ever crown. Then, you’re just stuck there for awhile. Baby seems content to sit just crowning for *hours.*

poor boy…I can’t wait to do it to you again as soon as this baby is out.

It'd be amazing to have surprise twins, thinking it's one huge baby but it's actually two still pretty big ones. My hips would be so sore towards the end of the pregnancy with even maternity clothes stretched taut over my suspiciously large bump. 🤭

I'd want my water to break really dramatically with absolutely no way to hide that I'm in active labor with one of your huge babies already wedged tight against my weakened cervix.

I'd love to struggle and crown for a few hours, the baby seemingly completely refusing to budge while my boycunt is stretched to its limits by its huge head. I wouldn't even notice my belly still looking distended, full of the second, larger baby waiting to be born.

Imagine pushing your fingers into my pussy to check if the placenta is coming along alright but instead feeling the hard surface of the twin's massive skull stretching my birth canal open instead. I'd be so tired after the first birth the second one might take even longer to push out. 🥺

[writing-nico]

The Queen's Revenge

Part one - Race to Queendom here: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-nico/747127885975928832/race-to-queendom?source=share

18+ fiction, no minors allowed.

Contains: Spells, fantasy setting, fantasy species, manipulative partner, mpreg, cis mpreg, transformation, forced pregnancy, magical pregnancy, unknown pregnancy, graphic descriptions of birth, birth complications, multiple births, difficult birth, birth denial, fetal macrosomia, half giant, fae, pushingbabybackin, clothing birth, vaginal birth, slight watersports if you squint, filming, about 7.6k words}

{After the competition to birth the king’s babies, Leonna waits two years to get Micah back. Since 4 babies came from the concubines, 4 babies will come from him.}

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There were plenty of spells that could make a man pregnant. Some could cast human babies, orcs, dragonettes, or even more. Despite the array she found, none of them had quite what she was looking for. Behind the king's back, Queen Leonna bided her time, researching in the library, consulting with magicians, experimenting with fusing spells, and raising her children. 

Finally, she created what she was looking for. 

The dining hall shimmered with riches and smelled of a feast, but Leonna’s eyes were completely focused on Micah. 

“My king?” She asked.

Immediately, King Micah looked up from the giant turkey leg that he was devouring, his eyes ravenous. 

“Yes, dear?” He asked. 

“May I sleep in your chambers tonight? I have missed you.” She said, making doe eyes at him. 

Micah smiled with turkey in between his teeth. “Of course! I would love to host you.” He replied obliviously. 

Inside, Leonna beamed with pride, knowing that the first step to her plan was complete. Micah was so self centered that all she had to do was put on a little show. He was none the wiser that even after two years, she still resented him. 

That night, she followed him to his chambers, laughing at everything he said and clinging to his arm. As he started to fall asleep, she whispered her curse in fae and stupidly, he smiled, thinking that he had her heart.  

~~~

Micah pressed his palms against the small of his back and stretched. Leonna had said that his giant belly was the mark of a rich, well fed king, but he was just too big. He tried to lose the weight once he started to waddle, but no matter what he did, it wouldn't budge. 

Angry red and purple stretch marks dug into his skin over his tight belly and hips, which had spread so wide that he could barely walk. He could barely breathe with his beast of an abdomen stretching up to his ribs. He was so large that he looked as if he were pregnant with octuplets, which was a feat in itself for a half giant, but that couldn't be possible. He was a man. 

Right?

He shook his head, refusing to entertain that thought for more than a second. Of course he was a man! A bunch of stubborn fat couldn't change that. Slowly, he pulled himself out of his bed and looked in the mirror.

He was completely naked. Over time, his chest had begun to swell. Now, his nipples were hardened and long, his areolas were dark and wide, and he now had breasts that hung over either side of his belly. Being 9 foot 11, he was one of the biggest things around other than the Giants, but he had never been this big. 

Leonna however seemed to love it. He caught her constantly eyeing him with a blissful expression. She would massage his belly and breasts and rub his dick for him now that he could no longer see it. He had never known his queen to be this affectionate with him, so he was rightfully confused. 

What has he done to earn this? Did she just like bigger men?

He pulled his belly up momentarily, looking at his penis in the mirror. Maybe it was just him, but it seemed to be shrinking. Normally, he was a strong and proud eleven inches, but now, he seemed to only be six. There was no way that this was a coincidence. 

He dropped his belly, immediately feeling the weight settle back into his wide hips. It was the most uncomfortable sensation that he had ever experienced. He sighed in malaise, struggling to breathe. All of a sudden, his belly cramped, forcing itself back into his body and knocking the breath out of him. He gasped, falling to his knees holding his wide load. 

As soon as he hit the ground, he felt something hot spurt from his cock and soak into his tight robes.

‘Did I just piss myself?’ He thought.

As he tried to collect himself, he felt something press on his bladder. Quickly, he grabbed his dick through his robes, trying not to soak himself further.

“Hooh!” He shuddered.

He rocked back and forth on his knees, trying to hold it in long enough that the pinpricks of need would rest and he could run to the bathroom before it was too late. He pressed his other hand against the small of his back, trying to relieve himself of his belly's weight. 

As he rocked he felt another twinge from deep inside of him, squeezing his belly into his lungs. He exhaled sharply, putting more pressure on his aching bladder. He could feel the urine approaching his twitching tip.

He hissed in discomfort, trying to hold himself together. Pressing his hand harder on his dick, he shut his eyes and shouted. 

“Someone help me!”

The buildup of piss trying to escape his hole caused his eyes to water. The near constant pressure on his belly didn't help. 

“Help me, please!” He cried. 

He couldn't move, and every time he shouted, he felt his bladder squeeze under the pressure. Someone had to be looking for him. Surely his queen wanted to love on him. There had to be someone out there listening. Why wasn't anyone coming?

Finally, he heard footsteps approach the door and his queen burst into the room. At first he was relieved to see her face, maybe she could help him to the bathroom, but then he noticed something off; she wasn't panicked, she didn't even seem worried. Her face was blank until she laid eyes upon his soaked robes, then she frowned with contempt.  

“What did you do?” She asked. 

Micah's heart dropped. “What?”

“It's too early, the spell isn't finished.” She said, more to herself as she ignored his question.

“My queen?”

Leonna rolled her eyes. “Someone get a bedpan.”

Quickly, footsteps departed and then approached again. The queen took the bedpan from the servant's hands and took her time walking towards him. Every second that passed, Micah felt as if he were going to burst. 

He whimpered as she placed the bedpan at his knees.

“I can't move, dear.” He said.

“Great.” Leonna groaned.

Before he could even think, Leonna ripped his robes upwards and placed his bright red cock over the bedpan. Finally, Micah could relieve himself. He sunk into his hips as he pissed, his eyes rolling back into his head. 

“Thank you, love.” He groaned, almost aroused by solace. 

Instead of answering, Leonna just looked down on him. As the last spurts of piss escaped his aching cock, she reached for his belly. 

He tensed in surprise when she touched it, causing another ripple of pain to course through him. 

“I knew it. You're contracting!” Leonna observed. 

Micah frowned through the pain. “What?” He groaned. 

“It's too early for you to give birth, the spell hasn't even taken full effect. Damned multiples.” She continued. 

“Give birth? What are you talking about?”

Leonna didn't answer, keeping her hand on his belly, she chanted, releasing her magic inside of him. 

“Leonna.”

Leonna didn't look up, and kept chanting. 

“Answer your king!” He shouted. 

Leonna curled her lip. “My king? You don't look like a king right now.” She replied.

Micah was taken aback. “You told me that I looked more kingly than ever…” He said quietly.

“To keep you from being suspicious, though I hardly needed to do that. You're so dimwitted, you can't even tell when someone has cast a spell on you.” She said. 

“A spell?” Micah asked. “What spell?”

“One of my own creation, but I suppose that I didn't account for the strain the multiples would cause. Your water broke right at the seventh month mark. To think you still have five more months to go… You are much bigger than even Sol was.” Leonna continued, grinning at his pressing burden. 

“What the hell are you talking about, Leonna?” Micah demanded.

Leonna grinned wider. “There's the man I know. The tyrant who made his concubines compete in childbirth for his own gratification. I told you that you would repay me. I'm disappointed that you forgot. Did you think that I was playing with you?” She ranted. 

“So-” Micah reached down and touched his giant belly. “-I’m pregnant?” He asked.

“And in active labor, though, you wouldn't be able to give birth through your penis, so that will have to be fixed over the next few months. I would give you a quicker spell, but-”

She grinned and leaned closer to his face. “-I like seeing you suffer.”

“You rotten woman!” Micah growled. “I should have you beheaded!”

Leonna raised her eyebrow. “Would having to go to war with my kingdom be worth it though?” She questioned, tilting her head. 

Micah's breath caught in his throat. He had almost forgotten about that. The whole reason for their marriage was to ally, if he had her executed, the Fae and maybe even some humans would revolt. 

Quickly, he softened his face and smiled. “Leonna, my dear. I’ve learned my lesson. I will never even think of such things again, you have my word. Please take this spell off of me and we can get back to our life together.” He said sweetly. 

Leonna shook her head. “That’s not possible.”

“Please. I'm begging you! I can't give birth. I'm scared. These babies will be huge! I don't think I can do it!” He cried. 

The queen shrugged. “Well, look on the bright side. At least you’ll have more heirs. If you survive of course.” 

~~~

Micah lay in his bed, clutching his ever growing bump, though at this point it was more like a mountain. It shot up towards the sky when he stumbled onto his back by accident. He had thought that the babies were low in his hips five months ago, but now, they constantly pressed against his opening. 

Now, his dick was completely gone, replaced by a fat pussy that constantly wept birthing fluids. How had he ended up in this predicament? He was a king! How could he have been so blind. 

The pain was overwhelmingly miserable. He writhed in bed constantly, unable to walk due to how heavy he was. Though, that would likely provide him no relief. With Leonna’s spell, there would only be pressure as he was forced to endure mind numbing contractions without the release of birth. A barrier had been placed just under his womb, pressing up against his first baby's head. 

He was more terrified than he had ever been in his life. He had no idea what to do, or who to trust. Occasionally, Leonna would come to see him and feel his contracting belly. Clearly, she got a rise out of it. Micah felt small and weak under her touch, completely unable to defend himself. 

Fireworks sounded off every second in the dark night. Cheers were heard around the castle. As the festival continued, Micah could only lay on his side and pant through the pain. 

It was New Year's Eve. The five months had finally passed. Soon, he would be able to birth these monsters that his queen had infected him with. 

He rubbed his aching burden as another contraction ripped him apart, worse than ever. He tried to scream, but his breath caught in his throat. He gripped his taut skin, leaving welts where his nails scratched the thin area. 

After what felt like forever, it passed and Micah gasped desperately for air. Suddenly, he caught sight of a person through teary eyes. 

“Leo-Leonna.” He grunted. 

Leonna smiled. “Hello, love.” She replied. 

“Please! I can no longer take this pain. I must give birth!” Micah begged. 

“But it's only nine o’clock. It's still too early. We haven't even started the ceremony.” She said. 

“Ce-cer-ceremo-mony?” Micah struggled to ask. 

“Yes. Before the birth is broadcasted, you will have to take a lap around the town. Simple enough, right?” Leonna explained.

“Broadcasted?” He wanted to ask why, but he knew exactly what she was going to say. It was all payback for how he chose his queen. 

Leonna smiled. “Now let's get you dressed. You cannot greet your kingdom naked.” 

Micah had no words and only watched as his queen chanted a spell that released him from the barrier that forced his babies to stay within him.

Immediately, he curled on his side and started to push, but the baby didn't budge, completely stopping up his cervix. Taking a shallow breath, he gripped his ankle and tried to push again.

Tears welled in his tightly shut eyes and his head spun. His body shook as he tried to push, but the baby didn't move an inch. 

Leonna stared down at his plight. “Don't push too hard, these babies are twice the size of the ones that we birthed. It’ll take a lot of patience to get them out.” She explained.

Micah gasped. “You bitch!” He spat. 

Leonna shrugged. “It's your fault. You thought that my words were a jest.” She said

Two guards lifted Micah up by each arm. His belly splayed over his knees and his engorged breasts rested on his heavy load. He struggled to stand, his legs shaking as he waddled and swayed. 

“Oohhh.” He sighed as another contraction ripped through his body, pressing his belly up against him. On instinct he spread his legs and squatted, opening his fat, wet pussy to try to push out his babies.

He felt his cervix stretch and push outwards with the baby's head, but as soon as he ran out of strength, the baby stopped coming down. He gasped, spluttered, and panted trying to catch his breath and stop the room from spinning. 

Servants surrounded him and grabbed his ceremonial robes. A pair of high waisted panties that just barely spanned the underside of his belly were placed on him. His pussy felt suffocated with just that thin piece of cloth over it. He knew that the rest would be unbearable, but he had no choice. If he wanted to birth these babies, he had to follow the queen’s plan. 

~~~

Micah tried to keep a straight face as his citizens greeted and bowed to him, but he couldn't hold back the pain. He was constantly hunching over to push, crying out, and gasping for air. 

He had never felt so helpless or ashamed in his life. He was supposed to be the pillar of strength and now, he was reduced to this puffy, crying mess. 

“We’re almost to Town square, dear. We're halfway through our little stroll.” Leonna announced. 

“fu-fuc-fuck you.” Micah shuddered. 

Leonna smirked. “You already had your chance.”

After ten minutes, they finally reached town square. Micah leaned heavily onto his guards that walked with him, trying to stay upright. Leonna watched with pleasure as he struggled, walking just ahead of them. 

Micah’s hips felt as if they were going to rip apart. Despite being 9 foot 11 and wide, it seemed that he couldn't get wide enough. The baby pressed into his cervix with the help of gravity. As Leonna walked ahead, Micah’s legs slowly gave out. The guards let him collapse.

Leonna heard him drop and turned to see him down on one knee, shaking in place. 

“Leonna. I'm sorry.” He whimpered. 

Leonna started to answer with a typical quip, but before she could, a rush of fluids spilled from his pussy and at long last, the head was just behind his aching lips. 

“Fuck!” He shouted. 

Townspeople turned towards commotion, gasping and exclaiming as they watched their king being brought to his knees. 

His soaked clit rubbed his panties, causing unbearable sensitivity. Micah gasped and pushed again, feeling his baby stretch his brand new pussy. The baby lodged itself into his lips and it burned like one thousand suns. 

Micah tried to scream, but all that came out was a whimper as he came to a full crown in his robes and panties. His hands pushed down on his massive burden as he tried to give birth. The guards held tightly to him, looking towards their queen. 

Slowly, Leonna stepped forward and knelt down in front of him. She lifted his robes and reached for his vagina, cupping her hand under their baby's head.

“Here, let me help you.” She whispered.

“No I need to-”

Instantly, he was cut off by searing pain. Fighting against Micah's body, Leonna pushed the baby's head upwards and back into his gaping hole.

Micah’s eyes rolled back into his head and his vision was splotched with blackening pain. His horrible screams felt disembodied. He had no idea that a humanoid could make such an awful sound.

“Do not worry, my subjects. It was only a false alarm. Our king is experiencing a very intense labor.” She explained. 

With the baby's head just past Micah's cervix, Leonna was satisfied. She wiped her hand on her gown and stood over him. 

“Come on. We still have to walk to the other side of town and back.”

~~~

The king was barely conscious when they reached the throne room. He wanted nothing more than to beg his queen to let him lie down and finally give birth, but after she shoved their baby back inside of him multiple times, he knew it wasn't worth it. He stayed silent as the guards sat him upon his throne, still fully clothed. 

“You're tougher than I thought, Micah. Well done.” Leonna praised him. 

The fireworks were louder and more frequent than ever, but so were his contractions. His body was about ready to shoot these babies out like cannon balls and it was all that he could focus on. 

As Leonna set up the cameras to catch the birth from every angle, Micah slid his pussy off of the throne, readying himself to finally give birth. 

With a smile of pride, Leonna took her seat in her throne, next to him. She laid her hand on his belly. Micah jumped and a gush of amniotic fluids spilled from his tense womb, but he could do nothing more than push. 

“You're doing great.” Leonna whispered, rubbing circles over his robes. 

Micah was burning up in his ceremonial garb, but he didn't care at this point. He couldn't get it off anyway. Without hesitation in front of the cameras, Micah spread his legs, took the deepest breath that he could manage, and pushed. 

He could feel his child’s head rolling down his birth canal, stretching out his hole once more. He gripped the arm rests of his throne so much so that the gold dug into his tender, swollen fingers. 

He gritted his teeth so intensely that he felt as if the tiny bones would snap from the pressure, same as his lower body. Sitting on his tailbone, he bore down, his knees as far apart as he could get them in his robes. Still, it wasn't wide enough. He felt so if his hips would rip apart, but he couldn't move much in the uncomfortable gear. 

Leonna kept rubbing circles in his belly, but through the pain, he couldn't tell her to stop. At the same time, it felt good as he was riven from the inside. 

“That's it darling. You're doing great.” Leonna whispered with a sinister grin across her cherub cheeks. 

Finally, Micah felt the baby's head approach his lips for what felt like the fiftieth time this night. His pussy stretched to accommodate the head and though he had felt this pain so many times, it was never better.

His fat pussy lips were dragged out by the baby's head before it even reached them. He shook from the burning down below and wrenched his eyes shut, screaming and crying all the while. 

As the baby rolled lower inside of him, his pussy lips became a wide ring that touched his panties, reminding him that they were there. 

Micah's eyes shot open in fear. How was he supposed to get this damn thing out with a pair of panties in the way? He looked to his guards, then he looked to Leonna with watery eyes. All parties looked at him indifferently, waiting to see what would happen.

The king’s heart dropped. Had he really been so cruel two years ago? Did he really dese-

As he tried to think, another contraction burst through his belly, causing him to arch his back off of the throne. A gush of fluids rushed from him and the baby's head pressed against his inner labia, finally coming to a crown in his panties. 

Thick, slimy mucus squeezed painfully past the baby's head as he pushed. With tears filling his eyes, he looked up towards the ceiling, as if to beg the heavens for mercy. The thought briefly crossed his mind to ask Leonna, but he knew that his pleas would fall on deaf ears. Only the God's could help him now. 

He hoped. 

Gripping the handles of his throne, he pushed himself off of the seat, trembling in pain. His enormous belly tried to flatten itself against him, but the mass of the other babies filled it. It only pressed the head of his first child further, finally bursting from his pussy with a loud squelch. 

Shakily, Micah held himself up by the handles of his throne, wincing in pain as the head hung from him, filling his panties. The muscles in his legs tremored below him as he tried to keep himself upright. 

Leonna kept a steady hand on his belly, feeling every contraction and quake. She smirked smugly, watching him squirm. By now, Micah wasn't focused on anything other than freeing himself from this curse. All of the fireworks, guards, lights, and touches had gone from his world, other than the panties that trapped his baby's head. 

As he trembled, he gritted his teeth, gripped the handles of his throne until his fingers bruised and pushed once more. Without a sound, he felt the baby drop into his panties, dragging them to his knees. Muffled cries sounded from the cloth as Micah plonked onto his knees.

The guards and Leonna stood by silently as he dug through his robes and searched for his child. Quickly, he pulled off his outer robe and ripped his tunic in half, exposing his naked body on live television. 

At that point, he didn't care, he just needed to get to the baby. He wasn't sure where the sudden urgency for the child was coming from, but he needed to know that they were okay. 

Finally, he reached into his panties, and pulled out a blonde baby boy with light brown skin. The child whimpered in his arms, but seemed unharmed. The boy yawned and opened his eyes, squinting because of the new light. Though Micah was petrified, he found himself lost in his baby's little green eyes. 

“Oh..” His voice tremored. 

The boy was the average size for a half giant. He almost couldn't believe that his body had released such a thing. While he was huge, he was so small at the same time. Barely conscious as the world was thrust upon him. 

Then, three guards approached. Micah glared at them as they interrupted the moment between him and his little boy, but they didn't seem to care. They only got closer. Tentatively, he brought the baby to his breast and stared back at the guards. 

“What are you doing?” He asked.

The guards didn't answer, instead the one in the middle knelt down while the other two disarmed him. Micah’s heart raced in panic. 

“What are you doing!” He demanded to know as the guard took his baby. Too weak to fight back, Micah could only struggle against the hold of his own traitorous guards. 

“My baby! Give me back my baby!” He cried. 

Leonna rolled her eyes. “Be still, my king. They are only making sure that he is healthy. They will return him to nurse shortly.” She said as-a-matter-of-factly. 

Micah whipped his head towards her and growled deeply. Leonna just seemed unimpressed. 

“It's only standard procedure.”

~~~

To Micah's surprise, Leonna kept her word. Just a few minutes later, a guard returned with the baby boy, who squinted under the chandeliers. 

“He is healthy, my queen. 24 pounds and 8 ounces.” He said, cradling the child coldly. 

Leonna beamed with pride. “How wonderful. He will grow up to be a strapping man-” She turned to her king, her smile darkening. “-don't you think so, dear?” 

Micah avoided her gaze, covering himself up with his outer robe. His second baby rested surprisingly lightly on his cervix and the sac had not yet broken. Meanwhile, the placenta from his son was slowly exiting his opening.  

Leonna looked back at the guard. “Give him the boy.” She said. 

The guard nodded and walked over to Micah, his armored boots becoming covered in birthing fluids. As his body finally released the placenta, he was handed his baby boy. Micah cradled his head, as he had seen the guard do, his arms shaking. The room was silent and cold, as he and the baby looked into each other's eyes. Tears rolled down Micah's cheeks as he studied his son’s features. 

His thin, sandy blonde curls had been cleaned, his bright green eyes squinted, his puffy eyelids straining. His skin was light brown and rosey, and he had a big red birthmark spanning the left side of his top lip to the side of his nostril. The baby stirred in his arms, but seemed otherwise calm. Carefully, Micah took him to his breast and after a couple of mishaps, the boy finally latched. 

“He’s beautiful.” Leonna said, watching the two of them. 

Micah kept his eyes on the child as he suckled loudly. 

“What do you want to call him?” She asked. 

“Elias.” Micah replied, barely speaking above a whisper.  

“That's a nice name.” Leonna said. 

Micah sniffed. “Why did you wait so long to exact your revenge?” He asked. 

Leonna crossed her legs. “I couldn't have you being wary of me. Otherwise it never would have worked.” She answered. “Plus, I had to do a lot of research.”

Micah bit his lower lip. “I never forgot your words.” He said, starting to choke on his. “I simply underestimated them.”

“And that's your biggest mistake. You were expecting a petty act when I'm much more capable than that.” She said. 

Micah sighed deeply as he felt another cramp building up. “I’ll never misjudge you again. I can promise you that.” He said coldly. 

“Good.” Leonna said. 

Soon after, baby Elias unlatched and started to snore. Maybe Micah would have expected such a sound if he had been present for his first round of children. Right now, he wasn't entirely sure. 

He rubbed his belly, feeling a cramp from inside and out. It was less intense than he had been used to over the last five months, maybe it was because of the cushioning of the amniotic sac. 

“Hooh…” He whispered, handing his baby boy to a guard with shaking arms. He hadn't wanted to let go of him, but he didn't feel that he could labor safely with him in his possession. 

He crouched on his hands and knees, readying himself for another baby to exit him. The sac slowly poked it's way into his birth canal

He could feel each set of eyes watching him. Not the least bit anxious, but curious, as if this was entertainment for them. Wrenching his eyes shut, Micah sucked in a breath and began to bear down. 

Immediately, he felt a sharp pain in his womb. He stopped with a short gasp and reached up to touch his belly, which touched the floor below him. 

Briskly, he rubbed his roundness, trying to smooth out the issue. He hadn't even noticed that he still had tears in his eyes until a hot stream of water rolled down his cheek. 

“Hooh…” He tremored, pulling his knees apart. He was starting to sink into his belly, and though it added an uncomfortable amount of pressure, he could barely hold himself up through the pain. Shortly after, he felt something slimy and hard slip past his cervix, falling lower into his birth canal. 

He groaned in pain. This baby felt wider than the last one, the sac probably didn't help. Rubbing his belly to soothe himself, he gritted his teeth and pushed again. Despite the diameter of the baby, he felt a little more open than he had with the first. Maybe his son had stretched him out.

Behind him, his swollen pussy began to bloom, much to Leonna's delight. He heard gasps of excitement escape her lungs. Maybe if this had been his choice, he would have been excited as well. Slowly, he shook his head and took a deep breath. He couldn't think about that right now. At the moment, he had to focus on giving birth; after this, he still would have two more babies to go. 

Rubbing his belly for support, Micah bore down, pushing his knees into the cold, hard floor, likely bruising them. The pain of giving birth was worse than a couple of bruises. This baby barely budged with each push, slowly slipping inside of him and the amniotic sac still hadn't broken. 

Micah took in another shaky breath and pushed till his face turned purple. Finally, he heard a low pop, but there was still no fluid. He let go of the breath and felt his head swim. The baby was just behind his lips, still in the sac.

He rubbed circles over his belly, trying to gather the strength to push again. Before he could even think about it, another contraction rammed into him, greater than any that he had felt with this baby. His back arched upwards in surprise and pain as he felt the baby fall into his worn vagina. 

“Oh wow.” Leonna gasped.

Micah’s eyes sprung open. Leonna sounded astonished, not excited. What was happening?

With his hand still on his aching orb of a belly, Micah looked up at the guards, who stared blankly ahead. He then looked behind him to see Leonna's eyes wide in surprise. 

“What's going on? What's wrong with my baby?” Micah cried in a shrill voice. 

“She’s breech.” Leonna replied. 

Micah’s pussy stretched down over the baby like a pipe as he angled his hips downwards, trying to push her out. He curled his fingers, gritted his teeth and pushed as hard as he could. Still in the sac, he could feel the baby slipping out of him. Her heels dug into his birth canal. 

“Guh!” He cried, letting go of the effort. 

Carefully, he reached under his belly and found his hand on the baby's stomach. Touching what he was sure was her chest, he felt for a pulse, and found her heart beating away. He sighed in relief. That had to be a good sign, right? 

As he took his hand from her, preparing to push again, he started to hear whispers from the guards. Quickly, he whipped his head around towards Leonna who frowned. 

“What now?” He grunted, feeling another contraction starting to ram up. 

“There's meconium in the sac, dear. If you want her to live, you're going to have to break it.” She said simply.

Micah’s breath hitched. He started to reach for his baby again, just as her legs dropped out of him. Leaving only her head inside. Gently, Micah made quick work of the amniotic sac, and felt no relief as it rushed open. Energetically the baby kicked her legs upwards, scratching his pussy with her tiny toenails. 

Micah winced and with closed eyes, repositioned himself with his right elbow on the floor and his left arm holding up his body. He pushed once more and felt an awful amount of pressure release from him as half of the baby's head slipped out of him. 

“Hughh…” He groaned, shuddering as he pushed again. His second baby popped out of his battered opening and fell into his ripped tunic. Silent. 

Micah gasped for air and turned around. The child was in his arms before he could even blink. On instinct, he turned her over and popped her on the back. When he got no reaction, he did it again, and she spit up fluids, finally allowing her to take in a deep gasp and cry. 

“Oh Gods!” Micah cried.

He turned her over again, coming face to face with a bald headed, brown skinned baby girl. Her eyes were wrenched shut as she screamed away.

He held her close, crying with her as the guards approached him. Angrily, he glared up at them, but didn't resist. 

“You're going to take them from me every time?” He grunted.

Silently, the guards took the baby girl and Micah was left sitting alone again. 

~~~

The baby girl, whom he called Elodie, was 26 pounds and 12 ounces, just slightly larger than her elder brother. She nursed hungrily, grabbing at Micah's breast, trying to pull it in further. He looked down at the girl tiredly, paying no mind to her antics, but looking into her beautiful hazel eyes.

“She will be the fairest in the land.” Leonna said proudly. 

Micah cleared his throat and shifted his weight away from his swollen nethers. As the placenta started to come down, he felt his temperature rise and his heart race. He felt somewhat… annoyed. Was another contraction coming? 

“Are you happy with this outcome?” He asked. 

“Delighted. You make a good parent, Micah even with your shortcomings as a king.” She said.

Micah rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Leonna. Let me have peace before my next child tears me apart.” He said. 

Leonna shrugged. “If you insist.” She replied with condescension.

Micah scoffed, but said nothing else as his daughter finished nursing. As he held her, he felt pressure increase in his hips. 

“Ugh.” He groaned, handing the baby to another guard. Both babies were now in the room, being held by someone other than him. It brought pain to his pounding heart. Still, he gritted his teeth and began to push.

As soon as he did, he could feel the blood rush away from his head. His eyes swirled in his sockets and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. He slammed his hands onto the cold floor to brace himself, but his elbows and wrists soon gave out. Micah collapsed onto them dizzily, laying on his side. 

Leonna was silent, watching the screen focused on his nethers. The baby hadn't come yet.

“Micah?” She said. 

Micah took a shaky breath in. His belly rose and then quickly fell as he whined in pain. Leonna looked up with genuine fear in her eyes.

“Guards!” She shouted. 

Instantly, the unoccupied guards rushed to his side. Through his stupor, Micah could feel the grip of the blood pressure cuff on his upper arm. 

“70 over 40.” He heard a guard say. 

To be honest, Micah didn't really know what that meant, but from the way it was announced, it didn't sound good. His heartbeat pounded slowly in his ears, blocking most sound, his head swirled and from his hips below, he felt largely numb. Still, he could feel the pressure between them. 

“Micah? Micah!” The queen called out to him. She shook his shoulders and he took a deep, raspy breath in. 

“Micah, can you hear me? The baby's coming. I think the last placenta may have caused a greater wound than expected.” She said. 

“Baby?” He garbled, breathing heavily. 

“Yes. The baby.”

“Are they…” He swallowed thickly. “..okay? What's happening?”

Trembling, he brought his arms back under him, trying to sit up. Quickly, Leonna rested her hand in between his shoulder blades. 

“No, no. Stay where you are.” She said. 

“My baby?...” He croaked. 

“The baby's head is crowning. I just need you to push a little bit more.” She said. 

“I'm cold.” He shuddered. 

“I know, but the baby needs to come out so that I can heal you a bit. All of the births are taking a toll on your body.” She replied, rubbing his back. 

Her hand felt warm against his shaking body. He swallowed, feeling his world darkening. He started to reach down with the hand that wasn't pinned under him. Seeing this, Leonna took it in hers and guided it down to the head of their baby. 

Micah’s eyes shot open in shock. His baby was covered in something thick and sort of oily. The shock brought back his senses, and while he didn't look down, he could smell iron in the air. 

“Leonna…” He said. 

“Just focus on the baby. Can you push for me?” She asked. 

Weakly, Micah nodded.

“Yeah?” Leonna rasped. 

Micah took in a deep breath and bore down. Leonna made a quick motion and a guard lifted his right leg up, making more room for their half-born baby. 

His head was cold, and he could feel blood rushing out of him. Despite that, he wrenched his eyes shut and pushed again. He felt the baby's arms flip out of his body and he birthed her up to her hips. 

“Just one more push, my king. Just one more.” Leonna encouraged him, squeezing his bloody hand in hers and rubbing his back. 

For some reason, Micah felt validated in his suffering. Maybe because the person who caused it had tears falling onto his shoulder. 

With the last of his strength, he bore down once more and finally, he felt the largest baby ever slip out of him. He barely heard her cries before he vomited and everything faded away. 

As Leonna rushed to heal him, she caught a glimpse of her baby girl’s hands. Each contained a fistful of uterine lining. The horrid sight almost toppled her over. Especially as the guards told her that baby Amara was a whopping 30 pounds and 4 ounces. 

~~~

Leonna sat at his bedside, bouncing her right leg anxiously. He was less pale and the warm tinge to his skin had returned, but despite her efforts, he still hadn't woken up yet. It had only been two hours, and he was showing good signs, but could something else be wrong? Should she be worried that his labor wasn't progressing with the fourth baby?

Why did she care anyway? This was the man that pressed down on her belly to save his progeny. The pain had been blinding. But, he was the reason that she had her oldest son and daughter, alive and well. When she couldn't push, he did it for her. Even though, the only reason he did it was probably so that he could have a queen and more heirs. 

Frustrated and confused, she rushed to the door and pushed it open, running into the garden outside of his chambers. Once she got to the gazebo in the center, she collapsed onto her knees and started to cry. 

She had gotten her revenge, he had suffered, so why didn't she feel any better? When she had first met him, he was a complete pig, commenting about her and the other concubine’s looks, constantly asking for sexual favors, drinking, lying. Everything about him was just wrong. 

But, despite that, he looked at her with love in his eyes, thinking that he had her heart, while she had his soul. He had trusted her, and underestimated her, but she still did this to him. 

“Leonna?”

Leonna turned to see Sol and Ayesha standing behind her, each with sad expressions. 

“Is-”

“He's fine. We just came to see you.” Sol said. 

“I just came here to support him.” Ayesha said, tilting her head towards Sol. 

Leonna rolled her eyes at her human cousin, and started to wipe her tears. 

“Are you alright?” Sol asked. 

“No. I think that I made a mistake.” Leonna said. 

“Meh, I would've done the same thing if I had powerful magic like yours.” Ayesha replied. 

“But I didn't account for all of the strain a natural birth would put on him, even if he's strong and it was caused by magic. I just wanted him to understand how I felt, not die!” She cried. 

Sol knelt beside her. “I get that. What he did was pretty fucked up, but I think you’ve come to care for him watching him carry your babies all this time. Things change. Maybe this is a lesson not to take vengeance and communicate your feelings properly.” He said. 

“Would he have listened if I did?” She asked. 

“Probably not, but it's better than taking out the father of our children. He's a good dad, even if he is a freak. I think we’d all miss him in some way or another.” Ayesha replied. 

“Hey, but he’s not dead. I'm sure he'll get better. It's only been two hours.” Sol said. 

Leonna nodded and wiped away more tears. “I’ll talk to him when I can. Maybe, if he doesn't want to banish me as soon as he gets better, we can fix this.” She agreed. 

“I mean, you can try, but who knows how angry he’ll be.” Ayesha said. 

Sol immediately glared at her with his sunny eyes. 

“I'm just saying. You're gonna really have to explain yourself.” Ayesha added. 

“I think he already knows, but it might be better if he hears it from you in a less sadistic manner.” Sol said. 

“Yes. Hopefully.” She said. 

“Your Majesty!”

The group turned to see a guard running out of the castle towards them, his helmet under his arm.

“The king wishes to see you.” She said. 

~~~

Leonna could hear his groans and cries of pain as soon as she entered the castle. Quick on her feet, she hopped up the stairs to his chambers, bursting through the unlocked doors. Micah was seated in bed with pillows behind his back and a cold compress on his forehead. Tears streamed down his face as his deflated belly squeezed itself against him. 

“Micah!” Leonna shouted. 

Micah said nothing, instead, he roared through another contraction that had come in rapid succession.

Instantly, Leonna ran to him and collapsed at his bedside. “I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen. I just wanted you to feel what I felt!” She cried. 

Micah gritted his teeth, but turned to look at her with red eyes. 

“I can't do this.” He whispered. 

Leonna widened her eyes, stunned. 

“I can't do this anymore! I'm so tired. PLEASE get it out of me!” He cried.

Just as the words left his mouth, another contraction screamed through his abdomen and he cried with it, his voice cracking and shaking. As his body pushed for him, Leonna heard the unmistakable squelch of the baby's head coming down and water exiting her king’s body. 

Quickly, she took his hand and reached down, putting both of their palms across the child’s dome. 

“This is it. This is the last one! Our child. You have been so strong through this whole process. You can do this one more time.” Leonna said, forcing his hand against the head. 

Micah shook his head. “I can't. It hurts so baaHAAAD!”

The baby's head slipped further down, coming a fourth of the way through his lips. 

“You can and you will. Your body's already doing it. You just need to engage. It’ll all be over soon, I promise.” She said.

Micah sniffled and turned to her with his watery eyes. “You promise?”

Leonna nodded affirmatively. “I'm sure if it. Do what your body tells you and you won't have to suffer anymore.”

Hesitantly, Micah nodded and rubbed the baby's head.

“Oh Gods.” He trembled, another cramp ramping up inside of him. 

Leonna was stuck in his bone breaking grip as he held tightly to her to find the strength to give birth one last time. Soon after the first push, the baby's head popped out of him.

“That's it. They're almost here. Keep going!” Leonna cheered. 

Micah folded his lips into his mouth and groaned through his nose, gripping the blanket that he had tossed to the side. With rushes of fluid, each shoulder ripped its way through, the force turned the baby and they hung out to their hips. 

“I need to move.” Micah grunted. 

“Now?” Leonna questioned. 

“NOW.” Micah emphasized. 

“Okay okay. Te-”

Without an answer, Micah let go of her hand and pressed his other hand against the baby. With his wet hand, he pressed down on her shoulder and rolled onto his hip, carefully keeping his legs open for the baby. With that, he got on his knees, still holding the child in one hand. With the other, he used Leonna as support. 

On instinct, Leonna pressed one hand against the small of his back, and the other against his flushed cheek.

“Just one more big push, love. One more.” She urged him. 

Micah inhaled sharply through his nose and brought his hips towards her. The baby's hips in his. He pressed his cheek into her hand, gritted his teeth and pushed again. His stomach flattened against his body, his breasts leaked desperately and finally, their last baby girl, Ophelia, fell onto the bed, and started to cry. She was their smallest baby, weighing 22 pounds and 8 ounces.

[cherrise-rose]

You mentioned you liked the idea of practicing birth so here you go !

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Elsie stands with her legs spread on either side of her husbands parted thighs. He rests his head on the swell of her belly. He pumps her favorite dildo in and out of her pussy. It's a girthy thing, almost as thick as his arm. They used to use it to prep Elsie to take his fist. Now it's going to be used to prepare for the induction appointment for Elsie to have their baby tomorrow. After nearly a week and a half past the due date he and Elsie decided they didn't want to wait for the baby to come naturally and booked an appointment to get induced tomorrow evening. But Elsie didnt want to go in blind. So he had suggested that they prepare by helping her stretch and having her practice giving birth. Elsie's hip twitches as she gets closer and closer to an orgasm. He pulls the dildo out of her wet pussy as soon as she starts coming. Oh how he wants to plunge his own dick into his beautiful wife. He pulls away and waits for her to calm down slightly. When he deems her ready, he guides her down onto the bed he'd been sitting on and instructs her to lie on her back. Then he folds up the deflated soccer ball and inserts it into his shuddering wife's still twitching cunt. Now comes the fun part. He inserts the ball pump pin into the balls hole where it peeks out between his wife's puffy pussy lips. Once it's secure, he pushes the soccer ball in deeper until it disappears from view and the pump leads into Elsie's cunt.

"Where is the ball Elsie?" He asks her to confirm.

"Mmmm, I can feel iiiit" she moans, eyes rolling back. She's overwhelmed and still trembling from her orgasm and now overstimulated from the crumpled soccer ball in her pussy. But she had to learn to deal with it. It would be worse tomorrow. Labor alone could last days, and birth even longer.

"Where exactly is our baby?" Elsie seems to focus at the word like he hoped.

She takes a deep breath before replying, "baby is right outside my womb, I can feel him nestled against my cerviiiiiiix" Elsie moans, turned on at the thought. Good. Maybe it will save her the pain.

He starts pumping the ball pump, inflating the soccer ball in his fucked out wife's sensitive pussy. Elsie's moans become whimpers of discomfort at the odd sensation of the ball inflating pressed up against her pussy. Then her whimpers turn into cries when the odd sensation tips over into the territory of pain. Her husband's pants tent at how he's still able to have Elsie screaming and writhing even now that she is heavily pregnant.

A second bump forms under Elsie's pregnant belly as he inflates the soccer ball. He runs a hand over her belly before sliding down to press on the second bump to check the balls pressure. He pumps the ball up some more. Elsie is sobbing and shaking her head from side to side mumbling for him to stop. But he isn't fooled. When he reaches between her legs to pull to pump pun out, he finds her thighs and sheets under Elsie soaked with her pussy juices. He knew she was enjoying this, probably more than he was.

He orders Elsie off the bed. They still have a whole day and tomorrow morning until the birth appointment. He tells her to go pack her bags for everything they'd need for the birth while he made lunch and watches her clutch her belly with one hand and the second bump with the other as she struggles to waddle off. Her legs are bowed out wider than before. It's good practice for when the doctor tells her to walk around with a full crowning baby in her cunt.

He forces her to sit properly to take lunch despite the ball pushing into her loosening cervix and causing her to feel extra stuffed. Then takes her out to run errands all day, not helping her walk even as passersby ogle at her. It's all practice.

Anon, this is so hot

[feeling-pushy]

A Long Cold Night Part 2

Again, thank you so much to @grandesteartherquakedreamer for giving me both my first character x oc fic commissions as well as my first commissions with a cover photos! This was a lot of fun to do and I'm glad I could do this for you. I hope yall like it!

~8k, fpreg, character x oc, pregnancy, labor, birth.

The passing days felt like a dream to Katheryn, even as her body bore the full weight of their growing daughter. Each movement from within her felt miraculous, a constant reminder of the life she and Genya had created.  

Her belly had grown so large and round that it was impossible to ignore, but she loved every second of it, the tightness, the heaviness, and the way it made her feel connected to their child. 

She even adored the way her husband Genya would dot on her in his quiet, steady way. Whether he was helping her up from the couch, making sure she drank enough water, or, on those quiet evenings, simply holding her close as they sat together. His presence by her side was constant and reassuring. 

But as her due date came and went, Katheryn could see the worry beginning to creep into his Genya’s eyes and he seemed more on edge. Fussing over her over the slighting thing or over the slightest sound she made. 

One evening, as they sat together in their bedroom, he finally voiced his concern. “It’s been over a week.’ he said, his tone measured but edged with unease, ‘Yet the baby hasn’t even shown any signs of coming. Should we be worried?” 

Katheryn smiled softly, reaching for his hand and pressing it to her belly. Their daughter stirred beneath his palm, her movements strong and reassuring. “It’s normal for some babies to take their time.’ she reassured gently, ‘She’s just being fashionably late, that’s all.” 

Genya huffed softly at her nonchalant answer, though his lips remained a hard line that betrayed his unease, “You’re sure?” 

“I’m sure.” Katheryn replied, leaning back against the headboard and resting her hand atop his. “She’ll come when she’s ready. I think she’s just as comfortable in here as I’ve been carrying her.” 

His brow furrowed slightly, but he nodded, his thumb stroking absentmindedly over her skin, “You’ve been incredible through all of this.’ he said after a moment, his voice quieter, ‘I don’t say it enough, but... I see how much you’ve done for her, for us.” 

Katheryn’s heart swelled, and she turned her head to press a kiss to his knuckles. “You’ve done just as much, Genya. You’ve been there every step of the way. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner in this.” she said softly, making him smile. They sat like that for a while longer, his hand warm and steady against her belly.  

As the days stretched on, Katheryn and Genya did their best to stay prepared. The nursery was immaculate, every little outfit folded and sorted, every blanket and diaper within reach. Genya double-checked the emergency bag and their home birth supplies for the umpteenth time, ensuring everything was in place. Which Katheryn had teased him over, though deep down, she appreciated his attentiveness. 

Inside, their baby was in no hurry. The womb seemed to be her safe haven, a world of warmth and quiet surrounded by the soothing rhythm of her mother’s heartbeat. It was cramped now, too tight to stretch or roll the way she had before, but still comforting in its own way. 

Yet, the pressure was undeniable. Her growing body had outpaced the space available to her, and every little movement felt like a struggle. She could sense the outside world waiting for her, beckoning her in ways she didn’t yet understand. Though she seemed to be trying to ignore it, it was becoming clear that she couldn’t stay forever. 

Katheryn felt it too. She often placed her hands on the underside of her belly, rubbing the taut skin as if to soothe both herself and her baby. “I know you’re comfortable in there.’ she murmured one evening, her voice soft as she spoke to her belly, ‘But it’s time to come out and meet us, sweetheart. We’re ready for you.” 

Genya, sitting beside her, looked up from his book. “Do you think she hears you when you talk to her?” 

“Oh, definitely.’ Katheryn replied, smiling as she felt a faint push against her ribs, ‘She hears everything. She just doesn’t care.” Genya chuckled softly, setting the book aside. “She’s stubborn. Just like her mother.” 

Katheryn smirked, pretending to be offended, “You’re one to talk, Mr. ‘I know best,’ she probably gets it from you.” As they laughed, their daughter gave a decisive kick. Katheryn chuckled and rubbed her belly again, “Yeah, we’re talking about you, stubborn girl.” she teased. 

Genya smiled and placed a hand on top of hers, “Let’s get some rest now.’ Genya said gently, ‘It’s getting late.” Kathyren nodded, “Alright.” 

Settling down into their bed, Katheryn snuggled as close to Genya as she was comfortably allowed to with her big belly. Genya laid beside her and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head, “Goodnight my Darling.” he murmured. “Goodnight my Dear.” Katheryn murmured back, her eyes growing heavy as sleep soon overtook her. 

As the pale light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a faint glow over the quiet bedroom. Katheryn stirred, her eyes fluttering open with an odd sense of discomfort. Though, it wasn’t the typical discomfort or the need to shift positions that woke her; this felt deeper, more insistent. 

A wave of warmth coursed through her, pooling low in her belly and spreading downward. She blinked, confused, until she felt the dampness seeping into her panties. Her brows furrowed as she instinctively pressed a hand against the swell of her belly, feeling her daughter’s familiar presence. 

Carefully, she pushed herself up, her every motion deliberate and practiced after so many weeks of carrying her daughter. The wetness clung to her as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, a strange urgency building within her. “Probably just the baby pressing on my bladder again.” She whispered to herself, but something about it felt different. 

Katheryn rose and waddled quietly toward the bathroom, her footsteps soft but purposeful. Each one felt heavier than usual however, as if the weight of the moment had shifted somehow.  

She didn’t wake Genya just yet, not wanting to alarm him. But as the door to the bathroom clicked shut, Genya’s eyes opened, his senses sharp. He lay still for a moment, his mind piecing together the faint creak of the bed, the shuffle of Katheryn’s footsteps, and an almost imperceptible change in the air.  

Genya’s brows knit as he sat up, his heart quickening. He swung his legs off the bed and rose silently, padding toward the bathroom with a mixture of concern and anticipation. 

Katheryn sat on the edge of the toilet, her hands gripping the porcelain rim. Pulling down her underwear she could see the dampness had spread. Not only that, but she noticed a thick, jelly-like collection of mucus sitting there. Staring down at her thighs with wide eyes, the realization slowly dawning. “Oh…” she breathed, her voice soft and tinged with wonder. 

The bathroom door eased open, and Genya appeared, his hair disheveled, his eyes alert. “Katheryn.’ he said, his voice low but steady, ‘Is everything alright…?” 

She looked up at him, her lips curling into a smile that was equal parts nervous and excited. “I think so.’ she replied, her voice trembling slightly, ‘But I think my water broke, and I lost my mucus plug.”  

For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of the moment sinking in. Then Genya crossed the small space between them, kneeling in front of her and placing a gentle hand on her knee. 

“It’s time.” he murmured, his voice filled with quiet certainty. Katheryn nodded, her hand instinctively moving to cradle her belly. “It’s time.” she echoed, the words feeling surreal yet undeniable. 

Katheryn took a deep breath, steadying herself as another warm sensation rippled through her. There was no panic, no rush. Just the quiet understanding that the moment they had been preparing for had finally arrived. Genya, ever calm and composed, rested his hand gently on her lower back. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he said softly, his voice like an anchor. 

Katheryn nodded, waddling back to the bedroom with Genya close behind. She made her way to the closet and pulled out a soft, loose-fitting nightgown she’d chosen weeks ago for this very moment.  

The fabric was warm and cozy against her skin, its loose fit accommodating her heavy, round belly. Changing into it felt like shedding the last remnants of sleep and stepping into a state of readiness. 

Her waters were still leaking, her break not a sudden one like she’d been prepared for, but just a slow steady break. Luckily, she still had some pads in her bathroom that she could use that would at least keep the leaking under control. 

Once dressed, she turned to Genya, who had already started gathering a few essentials: a glass of water, a hair tie, and her favorite pair of fuzzy socks. “You think of everything,” she said with a small laugh, taking the socks from him and slipping them on. 

“I try.’ he replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips, ‘Now, how about something to eat? You’ll need the energy.” 

Katheryn considered it for a moment as they made their way to the kitchen. The early morning light filtered through the windows, casting a soft glow over the cozy space. The hum of their routine comforted her, even as she started to become aware of a faint tightening in her belly. 

“I’m not very hungry.” she admitted, leaning lightly against the counter as Genya opened the fridge. “But… maybe some fruit? Something light.” 

“Fruit it is.” he said, pulling out a small bowl, he then quickly sliced some strawberries, and melon, before adding some blueberries. He placed it on the counter in front of her, along with a fork and her water glass. 

Katheryn smiled gratefully and took a small bite, savoring the sweetness of the fruit. “Perfect.” she said, closing her eyes briefly as another mild contraction washed over her. It was still light, but she could feel the way her muscles were tensing and relaxing on the lower part of her belly. 

Genya stood close, his hand resting on her shoulder, watching her carefully. “Is it still manageable?” She opened her eyes and met his gaze, her expression calm but resolute. “Still manageable.’ she assured him, ‘It’s pretty light, but I know it’s just the beginning.” 

He nodded, “We’ll take it one step at a time. No rush.” 

“No rush,” she agreed, taking another bite of fruit. Katheryn then picked up her phone from the counter as she continued to nibble on a slice of melon. Her fingers hovering over the screen for a moment, before she tapped Mina’s name in her contacts.  

Mina, her midwife, had been a constant source of reassurance and joy throughout her pregnancy. 

She typed out a quick message: Morning, Mina! Just wanted to let you know I lost my mucus plug, my water has broken and labor seems to be starting. Nothing major yet, but it’s happening! 

She hit send and waited, smiling softly at the thought of how Mina would respond.  

True to form, her phone buzzed almost immediately with an enthusiastic reply: OMG!!! It’s happening!!! I’m so excited for you, Katheryn!!!  Do you want me to head over now or wait a bit? 

Katheryn couldn’t help but laugh, her fingers flying across the screen: Not yet, it’s still early. I’ll let you know when things get further along. 

A moment later, her phone pinged again: Alright, but don’t hesitate to call me the moment you need me! I’ve got everything ready to go. You’re going to do amazing. I’m so proud of you already! 

Katheryn smiled: Thanks, Mina. I’ll keep you updated. 

As she set the phone down, Genya glanced over at her from where he was leaning against the counter. “Mina?” he asked knowingly. Katheryn nodded, popping a blueberry into her mouth. “She’s ready to drop everything and come over. But I told her not yet. It’s still early.” 

Genya chuckled softly. “She’s just as energetic as yourself.” 

“Always.’ Katheryn said with a grin, ‘But it’s comforting. She’s like this little ball of sunshine, and I know she’ll make me laugh even when things get intense.” 

“That’s good.’ he said, his expression softening, ‘You deserve people like that right now.” 

“I already have someone like that,” she replied, reaching out to take his hand. Genya’s lips curved into a faint smile as he squeezed her hand in return. “Good to know I’m holding my own against Mina.” he teased lightly. 

After finishing her bowl of fruit, Katheryn set it down on the counter and stretched, her hands gently rubbing the sides of her belly. “I think I’d like to go for a walk.” she said, her tone light but determined. Genya raised an eyebrow. “A walk? Outside? It’s freezing.”   

She smiled up at him, unbothered by his practicality. “Exactly. It’s so beautiful out there, and I could use the fresh air before things really get going. It’ll help me feel grounded.”   

Though he sighed, Genya didn’t argue, moving toward the hall closet and grabbing her heavy winter coat. Shaking it out, he held it open for her, “Alright.” he said, his voice softening, ‘but let’s make sure you’re bundled up. I don’t want you catching a chill.”  

Katheryn smiled as she slipped her arms into the coat, grateful for his care. He knelt down to help her pull on her boots, tying the laces with quick precision. As he rose, he adjusted the scarf around her neck, his hands lingering a moment to make sure she was warm enough.   

“You ready?” he asked, tugging on his own coat. “Ready.” she replied, her voice full of quiet excitement.   

The two stepped outside into the crisp morning air. The world was a pristine expanse of white, the trees heavy with snow that sparkled faintly in the muted light. Their home, tucked far away from the bustle of the world, was surrounded by a serene forest, the kind of place where the only sounds were the crunch of snow beneath their boots and the occasional chirp of a bird.   

Katheryn looped her arm through Genya’s, leaning into him as they began their walk. The cold nipped at her cheeks, but it was invigorating. She could feel the crisp, cold air, in her nose and with every step, the subtle weight of her daughter grounding her in the moment.  

As they made their way along the snowy path, Katheryn felt the familiar tightening in the muscles in the lower belly, warping around her like a rubber band. But it was nothing too intense, but it was enough to make her pause for a moment.  

Stopping her pace, she exhaled slowly, her breath visible in the chilly air. Genya stopped immediately as well, turning to her with a steady gaze. “You okay?”   

She nodded, gripping his arm a little tighter. “Yeah, just another contraction.” she said, smiling to reassure him. He offered her his other hand, and she took it gratefully. “Lean on me.” he said simply. “I already do,” she replied, her voice warm and full of affection, but leaned on him regardless, resting her head on his shoulder as she took another steady breath.  

Once it passed, they continued their walk, moving slowly, savoring the peacefulness around them. Katheryn felt the cool air fill her lungs, the weight of her husband’s steady presence beside her, and the occasional flutters and nudges of their daughter. It was a moment that she savored, a calm before the storm of what was to come. 

After another slow lap around the house, Katheryn’s cheeks were pink from the cold, and she gave Genya’s arm a gentle tug. “I think I’m ready to head back in,” she said, her breath puffing in the crisp air. 

“Good idea.” Genya replied, steering her carefully toward the front door. “Let’s get you warmed up.” 

Once inside, the sudden warmth of the house was a welcome contrast to the chill outside. Katheryn slipped off her boots and coat, sighing in relief as the cozy air wrapped around her. Genya placed her coat on the rack and turned to her with a thoughtful look. 

“How about a shower?” he suggested. “It’ll warm you up and help relax those muscles. You’ve been on your feet a lot.” Katheryn’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “That sounds heavenly,” she said, running a hand over her belly. 

Genya nodded and headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower to let the water heat up. By the time Katheryn stepped into the bathroom, steam had already begun to fill the space, making it feel like a cozy retreat.  

She smiled at Genya, who handed her a towel for afterward and helped steady her as she stepped into the warm cascade and settled down into the shower chair that she’d bought some time ago. 

The water was perfect, soothing and comforting as it flowed over her body, easing the dull ache in her back and the growing tension in her belly. She let out a contented sigh, leaning her head back to let the water run through her hair.  

As she stood under the spray, another contraction rolled through her. This one was a bit stronger, starting to spread up from the underside of her belly and crawling up towards her navel. 

The sudden change in the intensity of this latest contraction caused her to grip the sides of her chair a bit, steadying her as she took a deep, slow breath. But the warmth of the water eased the edge of it, helping her breathe through the sensation. 

“You okay in there?” Genya’s voice called gently from just outside the door. 

Katheryn smiled despite the contraction, comforted by his constant attention. “Hmm, yeah, I’m okay.’ she called back, ‘That last one was just a little strong, but the water’s helping. I’m glad you suggested this.” 

“Good. Take your time. I’ll be right here if you need anything.” 

Katheryn closed her eyes, humming in acknowledgment as she let herself sink into the moment. The warm water, the steady rhythm of the droplets hitting the floor, and the knowledge that Genya was just outside all worked together to soothe her.

Even as the muscles in her belly started to roll and squeeze her once again; she remained calm as she continued to take deep, steady breaths. This small reprieve was exactly what she needed before the day ahead. 

She stayed in the shower for a while longer, but soon she felt the need to get up and move, so she called for her husband, who helped her out of shower and turned off the shower. 

After drying off, Katheryn slipped back into her soft nightgown, savoring the warmth and comfort of the fabric against her skin. Her body felt relaxed, and the lingering ache from her contractions was dulled for now.   

“I think I’ll try to nap,” she said to Genya as she padded toward the bed. “Might as well rest while things are still calm.”   

“Of course.” Genya said, his voice gentle. Helping her up on the bed, he adjusted the pillows for her, making sure she was as comfortable as possible as Katheryn settled in.  

Head sinking into the plush pillow, she pulled the blankets up to her chest. The familiar scent of their bed and the quiet of the room lulled her into a state of peace.  

As her breathing slowed, Genya pulled up a chair next to the bed, his watchful presence ever presents, but comforting to her as it made her feel safe. Even with her eyes closed, she could sense him nearby, always attuned to her needs.  

Before she completely slipped into slumber, she felt the faintest press of Genya’s lips against her forehead. It was tender, fleeting, but enough to make her lips curl into a small smile.   

“Thank you.” she murmured softly, her voice barely audible. “For what?” Genya whispered back. “For being you.” she replied, her voice fading as sleep claimed her. 

Genya sat quietly, watching her peaceful expression, his hand resting on hers as she slept. Time seemed to stand still as they rested in this moment of peace before the chaos.  

. . . . . . . .

Katheryn stirred from her nap as another contraction rolled through her, the intensity pulling her fully awake. She shifted slightly in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but the persistent squeeze was hard to ignore now, no longer pertaining to the lower part of her belly and now spreading past her navel as it grips her with a bit more strength.  

She sat up slowly, rubbing her belly and breathing deeply to steady herself. “Genya.” she called softly.  He was already at her side, his watchful eyes meeting hers. “I’m here.” he said.   

“I think it’s time to text Mina again. Can you get me my phone?” she asked, Genya nodded, retrieving her phone from the nightstand and handing it to her.  

She unlocked it with slightly trembling fingers and opened her messages, quickly typing a text to Mina: Hey Mina, the contractions are getting stronger now. I think it’s time.   

It didn’t take long for Mina to reply: Got it! Do you want me to head over right away?  

Katheryn took a deep breath, glancing up at Genya, who gave her a reassuring nod. She typed back: Yes, please. I think it’s time for some company. 

Another message popped up a moment later: On my way! I’ll be there as fast as I can. You’re doing amazing, Katheryn. Hang tight!  

Feeling comforted by this information, Katheryn set her phone down, exhaling a slow breath. “She’s on her way.” she said, looking at Genya.  

He reached out to take her hand, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. “Good. We’ll be ready when she gets here.” he said.   

As they waited for Mina to arrive, Katheryn felt a restless energy settling over her, mingling with the discomfort of her contractions. “I think I need to move around a bit.’ she said, looking at Genya, ‘Let’s go to the living room. I want to try the yoga ball.”  

“Alright my dear.” Genya replied, immediately offering his hand to help her up. He steadied her as she rose from the bed, his arm around her waist as they made their way through the cozy home.   

The living room was dimly lit, despite it now being later in the afternoon, thanks to the curtains being drawn, with what little light filtering in through them casting soft shadows across the room.  

The yoga ball sat in its spot near the couch, this item having been prepared in the anticipation of the day. But also, having been something Katheryn enjoyed previously to this moment, using it on those days when the weight of her belly had taken a toll on her back and hips.   

Lowering herself onto the yoga ball with Genya’s assistance, Kathryne sighed as the soft, responsive surface took the weight off her pelvis. She began to rock her hips gently, moving them in slow, deliberate circles. The motion brought some relief, the subtle stretch easing the tension in her back and hips.  

“How’s that feel?” Genya asked, crouching beside her so they were at eye level. “Better.’ she said, exhaling through her pursed lips, ‘It’s nice to have some movement and take some of the weight off my back.”  

Genya nodded, staying close. When another contraction started, he placed a firm, reassuring hand on her lower back, pressing gently to counteract the pressure. His touch was steady and grounding.   

Katheryn leaned forward slightly, bracing her forearms on the armrest of the couch. The gentle rhythm of her hips swaying forward and back, combined with the soothing pressure of Genya’s hand, helped to keep her calm amid the rising intensity of labor.  

Between contractions, he handed her a bottle of water, reminding her to take small sips. “You’re doing great.” he said softly, his tone full of admiration.   

She looked at him, her face glowing despite the strain, “It helps having you here.” she admitted, her voice warm and grateful.   

As another contraction built, she closed her eyes, breathing through it with slow, measured breaths. The squeezing was starting to take on a new form, starting to move down, reaching into her pelvis, as it got tighter and tighter.  

Squeezing her grip on the armrest of the coach, she was still aware of Genya’s presence as he kissed the back of her head and murmured encouragement into her hair. 

When the contraction passed, she looked up at him “Wow, that one was intense.” she said trying to keep her voice light, though it was tinged with strain.  

“You’re amazing, Kat.’ he said sincerely, ‘But let’s hope this baby doesn’t keep us waiting too much longer.”  

“You kidding? I could do this forever.” she joked, tone obviously sarcastic. Genya chuckled at that, the sound lightening the atmosphere.  

Shifting her movements, Katheryn rolled her hips in figure eights, experimenting to see what felt best. The ball’s gentle bounce complemented the motion, adding another layer of relief.   

As the minutes stretched into an hour, the knock at the door was the only thing to break through the quiet hum of concentration, pulling her attention away for a moment as she looked to the door, “That’s probably Mina.”  

“I’ll get it,” Genya said softly, brushing her shoulder lightly before heading to the door.  She nodded; her hands braced on the edge of the couch as she continued her gentle, swaying motions on the yoga ball, her focus narrowed on her breathing and the soothing rhythm she’d found.  

The sound of the door opening and Mina’s familiar, bubbly voice drifted into the room, her tone cheerful and energetic. “Good morning! How are my favorite parents-to-be?” Mina chirped as she stepped inside, her bag slung casually over one shoulder. She slipped off her boots near the door, before making her way to the Livingroom. 

When Mina entered the living room, her face lit up at the sight of Katheryn. “There she is, the incredible mama-to-be!” she exclaimed. Katheryn managed a small, tired smile, her breathing steady but a little more labored than usual. “Hey, Mina,” she said, her voice warm but tinged with exhaustion.   

Mina crossed the room, setting her bag down near the couch before crouching beside Katheryn. “You look amazing,” she said sincerely, her gaze flicking to Genya, who had returned to Katheryn’s side. “How’s everything going so far?”   

“Tough.’ Katheryn admitted, letting out a soft sigh, ‘But I’m managing. The yoga ball is helping.”  

Mina’s eyes brightened. “That’s great to hear. The ball is perfect for keeping things moving and easing pressure.” She glanced at Genya with a grin. “I hope you’re keeping her hydrated and comfortable.”   

“I’m doing my best.” Genya replied.  

“And how far apart are the contractions now?” Mina asked, turning her attention back to Katheryn.  Katheryn leaned back slightly, her hands resting on her belly. “I think they’re about seven minutes apart now.”  

Mina nodded approvingly. “That’s excellent progress. Means things are moving along steadily.”  Katheryn exhaled slowly, feeling a little more reassured. She could see the excitement in Mina’s eyes, and her enthusiasm helped to ease some of the nervous energy building inside her.  

“Do you want me to check your dilation?” Mina asked gently. Katheryn shook her head lightly, continuing her slow, circular motions on the ball. “Not yet.’ she said, ‘Maybe later, once things pick up a bit more.”  

Mina nodded easily, “Of course. You let me know when you’re ready. For now, you’re doing everything perfectly.”   

Genya returned to Katheryn’s side, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She leaned slightly into his touch, grateful for his calm presence.   

Mina stood and moved to sit on the couch, giving the couple space but staying close enough to monitor Katheryn’s progress. “You’re both doing great,” she said, her tone encouraging. “This little one is lucky to have parents who are so prepared and connected.”   

Katheryn chuckled softly between breaths, her focus shifting as another contraction began to build. She closed her eyes, rocking her hips slowly to ride through the wave, Genya’s hand rubbing her back in steady, comforting circles.   

Now that Mina was settled in, she took a moment to observe Katheryn carefully. Noticing the subtle tension in her shoulders, and though she was taking deep breaths, she was only holding it in her chest, “You’re doing great, Katheryn.’ she said softly, ‘Since things are moving along, I have a few ideas to help ease the discomfort, like maybe a nice warm bath, or we can do some deep breathing exercises to help you stay relaxed.” 

Katheryn considered the options, gently rocking her hips on the yoga ball. “Well, I already took a shower, so I don’t really feel like taking a bath... I’ll try the breathing exercises.” she said, rubbing slow circles over her belly. 

“Perfect choice.” Mina encouraged, scooting closer on the couch and placing a hand on Katheryn’s knee in support. “Let’s start simple. Follow my lead, okay?” 

Katheryn nodded, Mina took a deep, slow breath, demonstrating for Katheryn. “In through your nose.’ she instructed, inhaling deeply, ‘Let your belly expand... and now out through your mouth, slow and steady.” She exhaled with a soft, controlled sigh. 

Katheryn closed her eyes and mimicked the rhythm, drawing in a slow breath, feeling the air fill her lungs and expand her belly. She exhaled carefully, Mina’s soothing voice guiding her through it. 

“That’s it.” Mina said encouragingly. “Nice and steady. Picture each breath washing over you like a wave, carrying the tension away.” 

Katheryn repeated the breathing pattern, her body gradually beginning to release some of the tightness in her shoulders and back. She felt Genya’s hand rub slow, rhythmic circles against her spine, grounding her even further. 

“Good.’ Mina praised, ‘Deep breath in... and out... Now let’s try lengthening the exhale a little more.” 

Katheryn followed suit, her exhale stretching longer, opening her eyes, she smiled weakly. “That actually helps a lot.” she admitted. 

Genya pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re incredible.” he murmured. 

Mina grinned. “Told you it’d help.’ she said playfully, ‘Breathing like this helps to oxygenate your muscles and keeps your body from tensing up during contractions.” Katheryn nodded, feeling a renewed sense of calm. “Thanks, Mina. Let’s keep doing this for a bit.” 

Mina smiled, “You’re running to show Kat, you just do what you feel is right.”

As Katheryn continued to focus on the deep, steady breathing that Mina guided her through, the contractions gradually became more intense. What started as a dull pressure that wrapped around her abdomen like a gentle wave. They grew stronger, more insistent, radiating from deep within and spreading outward in a slow, rolling ache.  

She inhaled deeply through her nose, feeling the tension build as the muscles in her belly tightened into a firm, unyielding mound beneath her hands. Katheryn closed her eyes, exhaling carefully, letting the air slip through her lips in a controlled release.  

As soon as that contraction released her, another crept up, starting low and deep, blooming into a gripping sensation that made her toes curl slightly against the floor. She rocked gently on the yoga ball, her hips swaying instinctively to ease the pressure. The ache wasn’t unbearable, not yet, but it kept demanding her attention. 

Not to mention, she was still leaking, and Katheryn could still feel the fluid seep into the pad which made her feel slightly uncomfortable, as she rolled around on her ball. Making her nose wrinkle a little as she let out a small, low sound. 

“That’s it.’ Mina encouraged softly, watching Katheryn closely, ‘That’s a good sound! Just breathe through it. Let the tension rise and fall, just like the tide.”  

Katheryn nodded, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. She could feel the warmth of perspiration beginning to gather at the nape of her neck, and the tightening waves were growing closer together, leaving her with less time to rest in between. Still, she kept her focus, inhaling slowly, counting in her head, and exhaling in a steady rhythm.   

When the next contraction came, it hit her with more force, gripping her lower back like a strong band. She let out a slow, trembling sound, leaning forward slightly into the armrest of the couch for support. Genya pressed a kiss to the top of her head, murmuring softly, “You’re doing so well, love. I’m right here.”  

Katheryn clung to the warmth of his voice, feeling the contraction finally ebb away a minute later, leaving behind a dull ache and a sense of relief. She exhaled shakily and looked at Mina. “They’re getting stronger.” she said with a small, breathless laugh.  

Mina smiled knowingly. “That’s a good sign You're doing such an excellent job mama, keep at it!” Katheryn gave her a shaky smile as she closed her eyes once again. 

Katheryn couldn’t deny the reality that was setting in. This baby was coming, and with each tightening wave, she knew she was getting closer to meeting their little girl, to finally holding her in her arms. That information kept her going even as things got tougher. 

Time seemed to slip further by as the contractions deepened, Kathryn felt a sharp, pulling ache that made it harder to focus on breathing through them. Each wave now demanding her full attention, as she barely could acknowledge the voices of the two people around her as they kept encouraging her.

Genya at one point said something to her, something about going to the bedroom to prepare, before walking away. Making Katheryn whine for a moment at the loss of his presence, but fortunately Mina took over in applying pressure to her lower back, which helped to relax her once again. 

Eventually, she sought the comfort of their bedroom, where the soft space felt safe and familiar. “I think I want to move to the bedroom now.” she murmured, voice strained.  

Without hesitation, Mina moved to help her to her feet. “Of course.” Mina said softly, her arm steadying her as she carefully rose from the yoga ball. Mina grabbed a few pillows from the couch, before leading her down the hall and towards her bedroom. 

The bedroom was dimly lit with a few soft lamps and candles, the air filled with the calming scent of lavender from the diffuser. The bed was covered with a soft, waterproof sheet and cozy blankets, everything arranged perfectly for their plan.  

Genya was putting the finishing touches on this when they entered and despite her discomfort, Katheryn gave him a sly smile, “So this is where you snuck off too.”  

Genya smiled softly back as he came to her side and helped her ease onto the bed, propping pillows behind her back and under her knees to keep her comfortable, “I knew you’d want to come back here. So, I thought I'd get things prepared.” 

“Thank you, you’re too sweet.” she murmured as both shared a tender kiss. 

Leaning back down against the pillows, she looked to Mina, “I think... I think I’d like to be checked now,” she said, her voice slightly breathless. 

Mina nodded reassuringly. “Okay, let’s see where we’re at,” she said, putting on a pair of gloves. She gently helped Kathryn butterfly her legs before carefully inserting her fingers into Katheryn’s folds. After a moment, Mina’s face lit up with excitement. “It feels like you’re just about to hit 9 centimeters, Kat! You’re so close now!” 

Kathryn’s eyes widened in surprise, a mixture of relief and anticipation washing over her. “Really?” she gasped, glancing at Genya, who was already brushing a few damp strands of hair from her forehead. 

“You’re doing so well.” Genya said, his voice full of pride and awe. He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, squeezing her hand. “Not much longer now.” 

Kathryn let out a shaky laugh, her eyes glistening with emotion. “I can’t believe we’re almost there.” Mina smiled warmly. “Your body’s working so beautifully, Kat. Just keep listening to it.” Nodding Kathryn closed her eyes, clutching Genya’s hand tightly as the next contraction hit, breathing through the intense pressure. So was so close to it now, she just needed to wait a little more. 

. . . . . . . .

As time passed, the contractions had grown fiercer, rolling through her body with an intensity that left her breathless. The breaks between them felt shorter, giving her little time to rest, and she could feel the weight of exhaustion creeping in as the day began to fall into night outside. 

Genya stayed by her side through it all, his presence grounding her as she clung to his hand through each wave. He whispered soft reassurances, his touch gentle and unwavering, wiping the dampness from her forehead with a cool cloth.  

"You're doing so well, my Darling.’ he murmured, his voice steady and calm, ‘You're incredible." Kathryn let out a shaky breath, shifting uncomfortably in the bed. "I don't know how much longer I can do this." She muttered, her voice tinged with exhaustion and doubt. 

Mina, kneeling beside her on the bed, gave her an encouraging smile. "I believe that you're in transition, Katheryn. This is the toughest part, but it means you're almost there. Your body is doing exactly what it needs to.’ She placed a comforting hand on Kathryn's knee, ‘You’re so strong, and you're not alone. Just take it one contraction at a time." 

Kathryn nodded, tears stinging her eyes as another contraction hit like a tidal wave, gripping her body with relentless force. She let out a low, drawn-out moan, her body tensing involuntarily.  

Genya immediately pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm and soothing. "Breathe, Katheryn. Just like before. I'm right here." 

She squeezed his hand tightly, forcing herself to take a deep breath threw her belly, before exhaling slowly even as the pain pulsed through her. "I feel so much pressure." she moaned, shifting slightly as she felt more fluid escape from between her legs and an overwhelming heaviness settling low in her pelvis. "It’s... it’s so strong now." 

Mina nodded knowingly. "That’s your baby moving down, getting ready. Just listen to your body, Katheryn. You're so close." 

Kathryn clung to Genya’s hand, her body trembling with the effort of staying present. Despite the intensity, she felt a deep sense of trust, trust in her body, in Genya, and in Mina. She could do this. She had to. 

Genya pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, his voice filled with love. "Soon, we'll be holding her.’ he whispered, ‘You're amazing, Katheryn." 

As her latest contraction released her, Katheryn turned her weary, sweat-drenched face to Genya, her eyes filled with both exhaustion and determination. She grasped his hand tightly, her voice trembling but firm. "Genya... C-Can I ask you something?" 

He stroked her hair gently, his dark eyes filled with concern and unwavering love, "You can ask me anything, my love." he said softly, his voice a steady anchor. 

Katheryn took a shaky breath, her lips curling into the faintest of smiles despite the strain, "I want you to reveal yourself... As you truly are." 

Genya's eyes widened in shock, his body tensing for a moment, ""What... What do you mean?" Katheryn squeezed his hand tighter, looking deep into his eyes. "I’ve had my suspicions for a while, but I know, Genya. I know what you are." 

A flicker of something passed through his expression, fear, wonder, and then, slowly, acceptance. Genya’s lips parted as if to protest, but then he saw the unwavering trust in her gaze, and he knew he could no longer hide. 

"You want our daughter to meet her real father...?" he murmured, more a statement than a question. Katheryn nodded, a deep warmth in her eyes despite the sweat beading on her brow. "Yes. No more secrets. Not from her." 

A small, almost wistful smile touched his lips. "You're remarkable, Katheryn." Leaning in, he pressed a lingering kiss to her lips before pulling back. Then, with a slow exhale, he closed his eyes. 

The change happened in an instant. His dark hair lightened to a pale, silken blonde, cascading down his shoulders. His already fair skin became stark white, luminescent in the soft candlelight. The sharp, regal features of his true form took shape, and when he opened his eyes again, they gleamed a striking golden hue, filled with centuries of wisdom and sorrow. 

Mina, who had been quietly observing the exchange, gasped, her eyes wide with astonishment, she recognized the visage of the person before her, "The son of Dracula." she whispered, a mixture of awe and surprise in her voice. 

Genya, no, Alucard, turned to her. His expression calm but tinged with a solemn kind of acceptance. "Yes.’ he confirmed simply, ‘But for Katheryn and our child, I am simply a husband and father." 

Katheryn reached up to touch his face gently, smiling despite the pain she was enduring. But before any more words could be exchanged, a sharp, intense pressure seized Katheryn’s body. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, clutching Genya’s arm. "I... I feel like I need to push!" 

Mina, snapping out of her stunned silence, quickly moved into action. "Then follow your body's lead, Katheryn.’ she instructed, her voice turning soothing yet firm, ‘You know what to do. Just listen to yourself." 

Alucard, or rather, Genya shifted beside Katheryn, his face filled with reverence and unwavering support. He gently cradled her trembling hand and whispered, "I'm right here, love. You can do this." 

Katheryn’s fingers trembled as they clutched Alucard’s hand, her knuckles white from the strain. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps, and tears welled in her eyes as another contraction gripped her, sharp and relentless. She cried out, pressing her forehead against his chest, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.  

“I-I don’t know if I can do this.’ she whispered shakily, her voice breaking with emotion, ‘It’s-It’s too much!”  

Alucard gently cupped her face, his golden eyes locking with hers, steady and unwavering, "You can do this, Katheryn.’ he said, voice filled with an unshakable conviction, ‘You're the strongest person I know. I believe in you."  

He kissed her damp forehead, brushing a few strands of sweat-matted hair back from her face. "Just breathe with me, love."  

Katheryn nodded weakly, her lip quivering as she tried to match his slow, calming breaths. Her body was shaking, the weight of their baby pressing low in her pelvis, a constant, unrelenting ache.   

Mina, knelt between Katheryn’s legs, kept her voice soothing yet firm, "You're making great progress, Katheryn. Just remember to push with the contractions. Follow your body's cues."  

Katheryn nodded again, but when she felt the beginnings of her next contraction, she whimpered, momentarily frozen by the pain and uncertainty. “I can’t-”   

“Yes, you can.’ Alucard said firmly, squeezing her hand tighter, ‘I’m right here. Breathe, and when it comes again, push, my love. You’re doing beautifully.”  

The contraction built quickly, a tidal wave of pressure swelling deep within her, making Katheryn let out a deep, guttural moan as she gave her first push, gripping Alucard’s hand like a lifeline. Already she could feel her baby shifting lower, making progress as she pushed. 

Her husband whispered praises into her ear, his lips brushing against her temple. "That's it, my love... you're doing so well."  Tears slipped down Katheryn’s cheeks, a mixture of effort and raw emotion. “It hurts so much.” she sobbed, feeling overwhelmed by the immense pressure.  

"I know." Alucard murmured, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. "But every push brings her closer. You can do this, Katheryn."   

Katheryn’s entire body trembled with effort as she bore down once more. Only stopping when she started to feel a sharp, stretch that makes her gasp, "Genya." she whimpered, her eyes wide with strain and emotion."I'm here, my love," Alucard whispered, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead. 

"Katheryn, she's crowning. You're almost there. Just one big push, sweetheart." Mina said, voice gentle but excited. 

Katheryn gritted her teeth, resting her chin to her chest as she bears down once more, the pressure building, more and more, before suddenly there was a release as she felt her baby’s head slip free. 

Alucard’s eyes lit up with awe, his grip on her hand unwavering as he kissed her head again. "I see her. You’re incredible!" he said, his voice thick with emotion. 

Mina's eyes were also bright with excitement as she looked up at Katheryn. "Okay, Kat. One more push. You're so close!" 

Tucking her chin to her chest, Katheryn pushed again, her body trembling with effort as she let out a loud grunt. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, the baby slipped free and into Mina's waiting hands.  

A beat passed, and both Katheryn and Alucard held their breath, before the room was filled with the raw, beautiful sound of a newborn's cry. 

Katheryn collapsed back against the pillows, overwhelmed with exhaustion and relief, tears spilling from her eyes as she gasped for breath. Alucard's hand moved to her cheek, wiping away the tears with an awe-filled smile. "You did it, Katheryn.’ he whispered, ‘She's here." 

Mina carefully placed their squirming, crying daughter onto Katheryn’s chest, the tiny, warm body trembling against her skin. Katheryn’s heart swelled, her arms instinctively wrapping around the baby.  

Gazing down at their newborn daughter, Katheryn’s heart overflowed with love and awe. The baby's tiny chest rose and fell with each soft breath, her delicate features bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. 

A full head of brown hair crowned her little head, with a striking blonde streak running through it, a beautiful blend of them both. But it was her eyes, those brilliant, sunset-orange eyes, that captivated her the most.  

As they fluttered open, gazing curiously at the new world around her, Katheryn felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes once more. "Hello, my love." she whispered shakily, stroking the damp dark curls on her daughter's head. 

Alucard leaned over, pressing a tender kiss to Katheryn’s forehead, then to their daughter's. His voice was filled with reverence and emotion as he whispered, "Welcome, little one." 

Katheryn let out a soft, breathless laugh, feeling the tiny heartbeat against her own. "She's perfect." she said, her eyes locking onto Alucard’s, filled with gratitude and love. 

"And so are you," Alucard murmured as he sat beside her, his arms wrapped gently around them both. His golden hair falling around his face as he studied their daughter in quiet reverence, his pale hand cradling their daughter's delicate head.  

“Lily." he murmured softly, as he traced a finger lightly over her tiny hand, which instinctively curled around him, "Our Lily Elizabeth Caldwell Tepes." 

Katheryn smiled through her tears; it was they name they had come up together some months ago. But finally getting to use the name for their little one was an entirely different feeling, which made her heart swell with love, "Our Lily." she whispered, pressing a kiss to Lily's soft forehead. Alucard nodded, his lips brushing against Katheryn's temple. "A beautiful name for our beautiful girl." 

Lily's cries had died down at this point as she snuggled closer to Katheryn’s warmth and let out a tiny, contented sigh. Alucard’s heart swelled with a love so profound it almost hurt. He stroked his daughter's soft cheek, marveling at how something so small could carry such immense significance. He wondered if his father ever felt this way about him when he was born. 

In the quiet of the room, Mina watched the tender moment unfold with a warm smile before stepping back to give the new family their moment alone.  

Slipping out into the hallway, she pulled out her phone and dialed a familiar number of her boyfriend. "Soma," she said, her voice bubbling with excitement. "She's here! The baby’s finally here!" 

On the other end, Soma chuckled, the warmth in his voice evident. "Really? That’s amazing, Mina. How’s Katheryn doing?" 

"She’s doing fine, bonding with her baby. And Al- Genya, he's totally and completely smitten." She said with a smile. "Well, with parents like that, I wouldn’t expect anything less. I'll bet she’s already got them wrapped around her tiny fingers." Mina grinned, glancing back toward the bedroom door. "Oh, absolutely." 

As the two chatted, Katheryn and Alucard remained in their private world, admiring every tiny detail of their daughter, her perfect little nose, the soft rise and fall of her chest, and the way her fingers occasionally twitches in sleep. 

"She's gonna be our greatest adventure." Katheryn murmured, resting her head against Alucard's shoulder. Alucard pressed another kiss to her hair, his voice a whisper against her skin. "You’re my greatest adventure Katheryn darling... You’ve opened my world up in ways I never once dreamed of... I love you." 

Katheryn’s eyes seemed to shine as she looked up at him, “I love you too.”

[boytumms]

ohh that elf ask had me consider a wild scenario.

imagine a great human king and conquerer from a magical age and his elf boy courtesan. they fought many valliant battles together, bound in blood and bond. before the king passed, he impregnated his elf, the last act of his legacy.

thing is, elf pregnancies last 90 years, give or take. so that heir will not be on the throne for some time. meanwhile, as various court members rule in his stead, this elf remains pregnant and a constant in court functions for 90 years as they await the birth of their next king.

being pregnant for almost a century makes the time pass so slowly. not able to fight in battles, constantly nauseous while also craving disgusting human foods, all the aches of pregnancy pains prolonged and enduring. generations of court members and politicians always pawing at him and seeing the little growth that happens each year.

well. it should be little growth, but it seems the late king has left our elf with more than just one heir. he's looked full term since year 45, and continues to grow further past the limits any elf could take, as they never have multiplet pregnancies. and these half-human children are much more active than elf infants are.

nearing the last few decades of his pregnancy, he is full and gravid to the point of constant discomfort. walking is a chore, his lungs have less capacity, sitting itself makes everything ache. yet, as the bearer of the great King's heirs, he paraded around every grand ball and festival.

as he nears the end of year 90, he's praying at his gods' altars to let him birth his children soon. but a full century passes without an inkling of birthing pains.

finally, decades overdue, his labors start, which fills him with a whole new dread. for as slow as elf pregnancies are, the births match. a festival was thrown at the beginning of his labors, and wasn't ended up until two moons later. contractions lasted hours, then days, until finally overlapping continuously as each of the three little princlings came stubbornly into the world.

the elf swears to himself to never take a lover to bed again. even if the court has other machinations for spare heirs...

Carrying triplets for 90 years would be insane omggg He’s barely be able to move in his third trimester, being stuck mostly bed bound for 30 years, relying on others to help him move, eat, and bathe. It starts to get humiliating after years of being too big to be useful, but that’s quickly replaced with years and years of pain as his belly becomes too stretched for his body to handle.

His labor is the worst of all, having three huge babies he has to push out, so much bigger than an average elf baby. He screams and cries for weeks as they slowly force their way down his tight birth canal, taking several days to move just an inch further. When the heads crown, they stay stuck for a week each, leaving him thrashing in pain, howling and begging for it to move, but no amount of pushing can force it to budge. Any complications with his labor drag it out for several more weeks, a breach birth or a wrapped cord, maybe one of the babies position needs to be changed and in order to do so it has to be pushed all the way back up into is poor battered womb.

Finally after months of agonizing labor, all three heirs are delivered, and the poor elf finally gets to rest after nearly a century

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hanging a very pregnant boy upside down to keep him from into labor. suddenly all the weight that had been making his hips so uncomfortable is now sitting right on top of his lungs, making it so hard to breathe. while it does delay labor a while, it doesn't prevent it, and now this poor boy has to deliver his big baby against gravity :(

It’s twice as hard to push against gravity, and with his belly hanging down and crushing his chest like that he can barely breathe. He desperately gasps for air while struggling to push at the same time, but he doesn’t have the strength to do both. Just as he starts to feel the baby bulge at his hole, he feels himself begging to fade in and out of consciousness from lack of oxygen. If he manages to push the baby out more, his belly won’t be pressing on his lungs and he’ll be able to breathe again, but being trapped upside down is making it nearly impossible to give birth

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I promise I'm not dead, here's a reupload of an old video I'm still working on new content, I promise

in the meantime, watch this woman get pregnant, go into labor, get un-pregnant, and then re-pregnant, and then cycle that a few times, faster as it goes.

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I didn't realize this one wasn't working anymore! Here's hoping this one stays up.

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Can you make the story with a tag like this please🙏:

1. 4 baby

2. in bed🛏️

3. 4 (extremely slow)

4. 4 (agonizing)

5. 3 (owner/breeder)

6. 5 (Breeding cage⛓️)

7. The first 2 baby is sitting with a stirrup and the last 2 baby is laying down

8. 1 (head first)

9. The first 2 baby is difficult, 3rd baby is brutal, 4th baby is impossible

10. Birth denial

11. 3rd POV

Please make the carrier female and her breeder is male, thanks..🙏🙏

A Perfect Carrier

Word count: 2363

He watched his carrier pace around the bedroom. Her belly swayed heavily in front of her with each step. It was way too massive for her body with 4 babies inside it. Her labor had started hours ago with just a few small contractions every so often. It very quickly became long painful contractions that only got worse with time. The breeder of the house smiled as he watched his carrier bend over and grip the bed frame signally the next contraction.

“How long has it been?” She asked. She started to pant after that, swinging her hips around at the same time to gain some relief.

“12 hours,” He responded. He moved to the end of the bed to get a better view.

His carrier’s panting slowed with the end of the contraction. She leaned against the bed and tried to recover some of her energy. She already looked exhausted and this was still only the beginning of the birth.

“They don’t feel like they’re moving at all,” She whined.

“I’m sure they’re coming. This can sometimes take some time,” He said, trying to comfort her.

-

His carrier was now on her hands and knees next to the bed crying out in pain. Her massive belly grazed the floor as she crawled along.

“How long has it been now?” She asked, her words now mumbled together due to her exhaustion.

“20 hours since it started,” he replied. He had been enjoying the show since it started. He took breaks occasionally but was never away for long. He was thoroughly enjoying her show.

She let out a sob as the next contraction started up, “I can’t…”

She put her head down and let out a whine as her body began twitching from the pain of the contraction. She gripped the carpet underneath her and swayed her hips. She panted through it best she could, her rhythm off from the pain.

“You can,” He said, encouraging his carrier. He reached down from the bed and rubbed her back. “You already are. You can’t stop now.”

-

He held her close as she let out a scream, almost collapsing in his arms. He was leading her down to the basement for the final bit of her birth. Her legs were weak from being in labor so long. She could barely stand let alone walk down stairs.

Still, he made her get up and travel down the two flights of stairs to the birth cage in the basement. It was fully fitted with birthing equipment, a birthing stool, a bed, a medical bed with stirrups, and a birthing pool. Halfway down the stairs to the basement she started having a contraction. He held her tightly and continued to move her down the staircase.

“Please,” she cried out, not sure if it was to him or the baby’s.. “Wait…”

Her pleas didn’t matter, the baby continued to move down and her breeder kept her moving. The head now wedged itself even further down her birth canal. She struggled even harder with the stairs now that the baby was threatening to open her up and come out. Her breeder didn’t stop her from defending the stairs. He continued to pull her along until they were at the very bottom of the basement stairs.

Only then did he let her take a moment to get through a contraction. She screamed and tried to breathe through it. Her legs tried to close underneath her as she struggled to keep the baby inside. She knew it didn’t do much but she could at least try. Once her breeder knew the contraction was ending he pulled her along once more. He led her into the cage and shut the door behind them, locking it as he did so.

He let go of her fully once the door was shut. Her legs gave out as soon as she lost support. He watched her fall to the ground, her belly now sticking out in between her legs. She tried to move, with no luck. She was stuck on her butt with her belly holding her in place.

“How long has it been since my contractions started?” She asked her breeder.

His smile grew twice as wide with excitement when he answered, “it’s been 30 hours, my perfect carrier.”

She moaned with the next contraction and looked up at her breeder. She tried to push but her opening was flat against the ground. The baby couldn’t come out no matter how much she pushed.

“The first one is ready to come out,” She says desperately looking up at her breeder.

He nods his head in understanding, “then let’s get you in place.”

He helps her up to a stand position. This time he held her belly, which was significantly lower, and led her to the stirrups. They struggled to get her inside it. Her massive belly getting in the way a few too many times. Finally they had her laying back, pinned by her belly, and her feet in the stirrups.

“It’s coming…” She cries out. Her belly visibly contorts and she starts to push.

Her breeder is between her legs watching her already spread open lips stretch further before closing back up and pulling the baby back inside.

“It’s almost here. I can see the top of the head,” He says to her.

“It’s too big…” His carrier moans out. She takes a deep breath and pushes hard despite her complaints.

From between her legs, the baby's head peaks out again, this time it stays out. It was just the beginning of the head but it already looked big. She only took a short break between contractions. As soon as the next contraction started she was pushing.

“Come on out… please baby… come out,” She begged, as she pushed again and again.

After what felt like hours but was really a few minutes, the head was finally at a full crown. She could barely breathe through the pain of the massive head stretching her lips apart like this. She let out a sharp gasp before barring down again. The head slid forward slowly before bursting free with a gush of fluid.

The breeder looked up at his carrier, “just one more push, come on.”

With the next contraction she pushed hard. The baby's shoulders get stuck for only a moment before sliding free. Followed by the rest of the baby.

“You did it!” The breeder cheers.

He held up the baby for the carrier to see. He offered her to hold it for a while as he cleaned her and the baby up. It was as he reached for the baby a finally time to swaddle it, he saw her flinch in pain and a trickle of fluid came out of her once again.

“The second is so soon?” She said in shock and defeat. “I didn’t even get to nurse the first one.”

She didn’t have time to complain much more. A contraction started up and caused her to grip at the sides of the bed and breathe through the pain. She shook her head as the contraction reached its peak, trying to help with the pain.

The breeder quickly moved the first baby and started to focus on the second. He looked at her already stretched pussy and saw the head just inside it.

“It’s coming!” He said, encouragingly. “Keep pushing.”

“I’m trying,” She let out a whine at the end.

The next contraction had started up. She tossed her head back and pushed. He watched as the baby moved closer to the opening. She pushed again and the head began to budge the skin out. Even with her pussy stretched out once before the head still started to form the teardrop shape as it emerged.

“It’s almost out…” The carrier cried out.

She pushed again and this time the head popped free. She took a shaky breath while she waited for the next contraction. When the next contraction came she pushed again. The baby moved forward it’s shoulders making their way out. Then with one last push and a grunt the rest of the baby slid out.

Just as before, the breeder grabbed the baby and handed it to his carrier. She held the baby’s close. While he cleaned her and the baby up. He barely got to swaddle the baby before his carrier was moaning.

“Can I move to a new position?” She asked. Her voice is weak from exhaustion.

“Yes. Let's get you laying down,” The breeder said. “You seem like you could pass out at any moment”

He placed the second baby in a crib. Then turned his attention back to his carrier. He helped move her legs out of the stirrups. When she stood up she had to hold onto the stirrups and her breeder to not fall over. He gripped her waist, which was easier now that her belly was slightly deflated, and led her to the bed.

“It’s… coming….” She announced, weakly. They still hadn’t made it to the bed.

She cried out and clung to her breeder as she pushed standing up. He encouraged her to keep the baby inside. Even with the harsh contractions, it was only a few more steps before the bed. She panted through it. Her legs were barely holding her up.

At least, she stood next to the bed and panted through the last of her contractions. When it finally subsided, her breeder lowered her onto the bed. She grunted as she felt the weight of her babies on her back. She barely had time to get comfortable before the next contraction started. She grabbed the back of her knees and pulled them up, pushing at the same time. She let out a scream as the baby started to approach her opening.

“I’m already so sore. It hurts too much” She cried out. The head just started to push against her already abused and stretched pussy.

“You can do it! Don’t give up yet you still got one more after this,” He says, reminding her she’s not even close to being done.

“There’s still another after this…” She groaned, already pushing again.

He moved to position himself between her legs again so he can monitor her progress, “It looks like the head is just starting to come out…”

She continued to push through a few more contractions. The head began to slowly get pushed out of her. She pulled her legs back further. Her hands gripping her legs hard. She screamed as the baby slipped further and further out of her. Each little bit caused a new round of screams. Finally, she gives one last big push and the head rushes out. She falls back and tries to catch her breath. The next contraction she focuses all her effort to push the rest of the baby out.

“Good job,” her breeder says. “Just one more.”

She nods weakly. She just starts to reach out for the third baby when her belly clenches and the next contraction is already running through her. She grabs at the bed sheets and cries out. Her legs fall open and she’s already pushing.

Her contractions were now relentless. The final baby was making its way down fast from how frequently she was pushing. She arched her back and screamed with each one. Then falls back on the bed, exhausted, waiting for the next

“I can see it but it’s still very far up inside you,” Her breeder said. His face was between her legs again monitoring her progress.

She whined with the next contraction but had no choice but to keep pushing. It was contraction after contraction, at this point she almost never stopped, her body was desperate to get this last baby out.

She weakly pushed again, her abused body collapsed onto the bed. “I can’t do it… it’s so much bigger”

“Yes you can. It’s the last one,” her breeder said, trying to keep her pushing. “You have to keep pushing. I know you’re tired but the baby has to come out.”

She looked like she was about to cry but kept pushing anyway. The head of her last baby was finally reaching her stretched out opening.

Her breeder held her legs open. He watched the head move out little by little. It was the largest baby by far. The head was stretching her pussy to the max. The skin was tight and looked like it was about to tear at any moment. Still his carrier kept pushing. She was only focused on getting this baby out of her. Her breeder suddenly reached up with one hand and held the head in place.

“You need to slow down and wait. You have to let yourself stretch out a bit or you'll tear,” His voice was stern from being filled with worry, But he still sounded apologetic.

“No. Please, it has to come out. It’ll be okay. Please,” his carrier begged. She tried to push again but the baby didn’t go anywhere.

“It’s okay. It’s just for a little bit longer,” Her breeder rubbed her deflated belly with his free hand trying to comfort her.

She whined and panted through a few more contractions. Each one making her even more desperate than the last.

After a while, her breeder moved his hand and looked at her nodding, “Push for me.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. She bore down with everything she had left and then head came rushing forward. She was now crying as she pushed again, the pain and exhaustion finally becoming too much for her. She let out a sob and pushed again, the head finally popping free with a gush of fluids.

“One more push…” She sobbed. “Just one more and it’s here.”

She let out a scream and pushed. The baby only slid partially out. She let out another sob before screaming again. This time the baby came. Her breeder caught it in his arms.

“You did it!” Her breeder said to her. “I knew you were the perfect carrier for me.”

She laid back on the bed. Her vision fading in and out as she finally relaxed.

[primal-prince]

Haldan and Axol

4k words

*Warning* Contains graphic description of birth. Like, 3,000 words of just pushing/birthing.

A piece of a story in my head about two ex-Viking Rus adventurers who eventually fall in love. One of them is FTM trans, but stealth of course. Long story short, they accidentally make a baby.

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The time had come.

Perhaps there was some plausible deniability throughout the first stage, when the waves came slow and Haldan’s belly was mostly hidden under thick clothes as it always was. The belly had been there for seemingly forever, somewhere in the back of Axol’s mind whenever Haldan ran or leapt off his horse or fought, but it was rare to see it with his own eyes. Perhaps this was why it caught Axol by surprise, when Haldan told him, forehead beaded with old sweat well-hidden, that he was feeling pains. Axol had thought it was too early.

Now, having seen his belly in all its mountainous, round glory, Axol was amazed that it had been able to fit so well beneath Haldan’s clothes. But stealth was one of Haldan’s talents.

There were times when Haldan would stand upright after bending down to collect water or what-have-you, and the placement of his hands on his lower back would send the large protrusion outwards and up to the sun. It was a matronly silhouette, the sharp points of Haldan’s elbows contrasting with the distended dome of his belly, his long legs left far behind the crest of the mound, swollen ankles poking out from the hem of his long tunic. What Axol found most charming was the peek of his bellybutton, which jutted from the outermost point of the mound like an overlarge nipple, barely concealed by his thin smallclothes.

Haldan would tip his head back on his shoulders, exposing the length of his neck to the heat of the sun, and the movement would lift the life within him towards the sky, so full and circular like he’d swallowed the sun itself.

Still, Axol had not noticed he’d grown so large and heavy. But there was no denying what was happening anymore. They were having a baby. Haldan was having a baby. Their baby. His, and Axol’s. Their flesh and blood.

He had labored on the road for a time, until Haldan could no longer walk.

This had sent a pang of distress through Axol more intense than he’d felt for Haldan before. Haldan had always had endless strength. Never did he complain, or cry, or collapse. To see him struggle off of his horse, unable to speak, was actually frightening.

Axol had never attended a birth, not that of a human or animal. But of course he knew it was expected to be painful. He was not simple. They moved quickly to find somewhere Haldan could labour safely and without eyes on him. What they found was a muddy watering hole which looked to have once been a campsite for travelers. The ground was relatively flat, and there was cover from trees and shrubs.

It was not very sanitary, but this was about as far as Haldan was willing to go, and he refused to be carried or sit back on the horse. It was the rocking motions of the horse that had caused him to vomit for half the day and induce intense pelvic pain and pressure. The waves of pain were so intense that they often had to stop every few minutes so Haldan could concentrate and breathe without motion.

Axol had watched him send lungfuls of air through tightly pursed lips, his forehead scrunched in pain or concentration or both, and periodically Haldan would visibly remember something and forcibly relax his face, tipping his head on his shoulder and loosening his lips.

All day, Axol had listened to the rhythm of Haldan’s breathing and could easily recognize when it was becoming more intense. When they made camp, the sun was high in the sky, and Haldan was pacing the ground, seemingly unaware of his body’s movement, hands on his lower back and cheek resting on his shoulder, nodding, nodding, jaw loose. “Hhuuuuhhhhhhhhh….. hhuuuuuuuuhhhhh…. hhhuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh….”

Haldan had stayed on his feet as long as he could bear, though he would lower to his knees on his bed roll sometimes and rock, and rock, and rock, forward and back, forward and back, as his noises went from loud sighs to low moans.

Axol had kept his distance until Haldan asked him to come near. The moment was tender, and Axol went to him straight away, happy that he could finally hold and comfort Haldan after seeing him in such pain for so long.

Not a cloud was in sight, and they were out in the open. Axol had tried to fashion a tent out of their blankets and cloaks and the branches, which Haldan sometimes dozed beneath. Eventually, accepting that they were alone or simply forgetting his surroundings, Haldan’s modesty evaporated. Periodically, he removed items of clothing that were making him sweat, even in the spring chill. Always, he kept his thin wool tunic on, though Axol sometimes caught a glimpse of his bare belly when Haldan ventured to press his hands to it and see its shape.

He had kept his belly from Axol for what must have been months. Axol could not remember the skin being so stretched. It shined with sweat, yes, but also because the skin was stretched so thin over the mound that it appeared always shiny. Haldan’s bellybutton was similarly stretched, protruding outwards where it once dipped delectably inwards. Fine, purple spiderwebs laced the bottom of his belly and towards the bellybutton, and when Haldan would begin again to moan in pain, clutching the bottom, the whole large dome would constrict inwards with each moan, tightening and hardening like dried clay before dropping out and becoming elastic again.

When the moment Axol feared began (the time of expulsion) Haldan was lying on his side, Axol lounging behind him, trailing his hand down his arm to try and soothe.

As he’d done from the beginning, Haldan simply followed his instincts. His body’s urge to bear down and expel had him sitting on all fours, rocking forward and back again for some long time, then pacing around their camp, leaning his elbows on a fence post where they tied the horses, then when he could not stand anymore, back against the tree in the shade.

Now, the real hard work was happening.

Hours had passed since he’d first felt the urge, and Axol was honestly a bit embarrassed for him for the sounds he made. But Haldan seemed not to care. He’d been laboring all day, bearing down for a number of hours, drenched in sweat, and he was more than ready to face the pain of being stretched open.

They had discovered, through trial and error, that Haldan was best able to birth in earnest when leaning back against Axol’s chest, who sat against the base of the tree.

Haldan had removed his trousers some time ago, but his tunic stayed on. Axol could not fathom why, as Haldan had nothing to hide with him and there was no one about. His tunic formed a thin white barrier for his breasts, which laid themselves heavily over the hard mountain of his belly. Axol had noticed, from that angle looking over Haldan’s shoulder, that his breasts had increased greatly in size. Purple veins were visible between the cut of his tunic collar, which looked painful.

Right beneath those breasts was his big bare belly, which heaved as he breathed and breathed and breathed. Up and down, up and down, like the flank of a bull. On either side of this glistening mound were his legs, which Haldan himself had instinctually spread wide open and, with Axol’s helping hands beneath his knees, tugged so far back that his knees seemed to touch his armpits. This was partially why his belly looked so large from Axol’s angle.

Haldan’s head was tipping forward and back on his loose neck as he panted. Then, as he’d been doing of his own accord, without warning he tipped his head back over Axol’s shoulder and Axol watched his belly constrict with another push.

It was a very hard effort, detectable by Haldan’s held breath and clenched teeth, and the way he gripped Axol’s knees on either side of his waist. Axol watched as the belly went inwards, and farther down something came outwards.

Haldan was trembling in his arms as Axol gasped, still holding down that hard, hard effort.

“I see something,” Axol whispered against his face.

Haldan released his air with a breathy grunt, then gasped, and sent another hard push down.

“Pullback–” Haldan gritted out, his voice strangled and more of a squawk. He was pressing his hot face into the underside of Axol’s jaw, his entire body hard and stiff and trembling.

Axol understood the instruction, as he’d heard it again and again, so he fixed his gentle grip on the undersides of Haldan’s plush thighs and pulled him just a little more open and back. The trouble was, he was afraid of hurting Haldan. It did not look natural to have his legs in this position, and especially for so long.

Haldan let go of Axol’s knees as he expelled his air again, then with barely a breath he dug his nails into his own knees and pulled so hard that his feet went out dangling and trembling in the air in front of them.

“Good job, Haldan,” Axol praised him quietly, leaning his head against his laboring partner’s, waiting for the release.

He looked out into the wilderness. No one was around, and no one had come by in all the long day. And thank God for that. Their drapes didn’t provide much cover, only from the sun above. Ahead, were someone to come by, they would be greeted yards away by the sight of a birthing mother’s bare legs spread wide open, vagina on full display.

“DJUH!” Haldan expelled, and Axol darted his eyes down to what he could see of his opening. The bulge that was there sucked right back in.

Then immediately Haldan gasped a huge breath, almost rolling it into his lungs, and crunched forward into a big round pushing ball, wrapping his inner elbows around his knees and hovering his trembling fists, his toes curling in the air and shaking hard.

“EEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrggggghh…”

The sound was very tight and guttural, stuck in his throat. Axol knew he was pushing with all of the strength in his body, as Haldan did not often make noise.

The sun would set soon, and they were in no state to survive the chill. Worse so, a slippery newborn baby would not survive the cold for long. Axol knew that Haldan knew every push counted. He had to give it every bit of effort he had, every single time.

“GHUH!” Haldan burst out, then flopped against Axol’s chest, panting and letting go of his legs.

Axol pressed a hand to his chest, between his heavy breasts, guiding Haldan’s breathing as they had done together for hours.

Axol had no idea it would be this hard. He didn’t know if this was normal, or a difficult birth. He had the feeling Haldan did not know either, which was why he was just going with his instincts and working as hard as he could.

And by God, was he working hard. Every time Haldan felt a pain and his belly hardened, he would force a shove so monumental and brutal that Axol could see him flush down to his collar. He would tremble so hard and stiff until all the air in his body was run out, and sometimes he would involuntarily blow out the rest like a raspberry, and that would be the only noise he would make. Other times he would start with a hard hitch and a punched-out sound, and no sound would come out until he released with the loudest, hardest and most concentrated grunt.

Axol had never doubted that he was powerful. But he could admit that he was amazed, awestruck, watching Haldan give birth. He knew he had been in love with Haldan, but watching him work so hard to get their child out safely absolutely overwhelmed him with a feeling of love and admiration so powerful, it brought tears to his eyes.

Haldan did not have to work so hard and constant. Or maybe he did, Axol would not know. He could have given up any time, or he could have laid down and asked Axol to find a doctor. Instead, Haldan was as powerful and fearsome as the day they’d met. He grunted and forced out their child’s crown like a raging bull, a lion in battle. He found the strength and willpower to push and shove even harder and harder every time, and Axol was only a spectator, watching over his love’s sweaty muscular shoulder as their child’s head fought against the tight hairy boundary of Haldan’s body.

Axol praised him. Endlessly, mindlessly.

“Yes yes yes, Haldan, oh yes, OH yes, you are incredible.”

“URRRRH!”

“Yes, oh, God, SO strong, so open!”

“HHUURRRRRRRRRGH!!”

“That’s it, my darling, roar!! Push!!”

“UUURRRRRGGH!! UUUURRRRRGH!! UHR–ERUUURRRRRRRRGGH!!! DJYUUUHHHHH!!”

“RRRRRRR, push, Haldan, push!! Push! Push! I can see it!”

“GGYYYRRRRRRRRRRUUUUHHHH!!!!!”

Haldan’s opening had become slippery with fluid and blood. The light was fading, but Axol could feel it beneath his fingernails as Haldan had unwittingly spread the blood all over his thighs, which were still parted like mountains bookending the fjords ahead of them.

Eventually, the sweat covered Haldan’s body as if he’d climbed out of a lake. His tunic stuck to him, and between pains and pushes he snarled and tore it off of himself. Now he was completely naked, skin red as if he’d been burned, breasts and belly rolling with his breaths. He kept his legs back at all times now, and just as his belly began to harden and something tumbled beneath the surface, Haldan reached out and grabbed hold of his slippery, hairy ankles.

Haldan was curled fully in, his knees in his armpits and hard, tight belly turning him into a round ball. His breasts cushioned his chin like big pillows, and although Axol certainly didn’t need to hold on to his thighs with Haldan so open, he kept hold of him and helped him open a little more, so his legs were not just upwards.

Haldan roared with all his God-given strength, and Axol leaned a little forward to see.

Through a part like curtains, there was a small dome of dark, wet hair emerging! As Haldan strengthened the push, trembling hard, Axol could see it push out, out, just a little bit…

And then Haldan let go with a grunty shout, and it slipped back in. But not all the way.

“Oh, Haldan,” Axol said, breathless. “Oh, love.”

Haldan took that as a good sign to keep pushing, and he gave it his full effort. Not that he hadn’t been giving it 100% for hours. He summoned a strength he probably didn’t even know he was capable of, and clasped onto his big toes, leaving his knees to point outwards on the outsides of his arms, so far back they touched his ribs and shoulders.

“Ax’l–” Haldan gritted out, tight and strangled as he pushed, “there’sababyI’mhavingababyyyyyyyyyyyyyuuuuuhhhrrrrrggghh…..”

Axol laughed out a bit as he spoke, in shock, “Yes, you are, Haldan, don’t be afraid. I’m right here with you. I’m not scared. Let’s have a baby. I’m not leaving you.”

Tipping his head way back over Axol’s shoulder, bulging red neck on display, Haldan grunted out hard, “G’t–OOOOUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTofmebabyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,” then a stuttered breath, and his belly constricted inwards again, super hard, “WantthisbabyyyyyyAxooollllllllll……” A gasp, mouth dropped wide open, “OOOOOOOUUUUWWWWHHHHHH ‘MTRYINGSOHARRRRRD!!” At the end of that, Haldan’s teeth were clenched hard as he grunted into Axol’s ear.

“It’s coming, Haldan, it’s happening,” Axol assured him as Haldan’s grunt turned strangled. “All you need is one more big push and then you can rest!”

At this, Haldan screamed open-mouthed into Axol’s cheek, legs somehow falling open just a little more. He was arching off of Axol’s chest a bit, his belly going in so tightly Axol could clearly see the head of their baby crowning. Haldan screamed and screamed, and with each scream his spiderweb belly flinched inwards and down, and the curly-haired head of their child spread Haldan open, rocking out and in, out and in.

All was quiet as Haldan rested, gathering his strength. Axol did not want to distract him. He couldn’t help the worried glance he cast out to the horizon, though. No use reminding Haldan that the sun was setting; he knew beyond a doubt that he had to push the baby out before then, as soon as possible. This also meant that he knew there was a likelihood that he would tear. But it was impossible to suppress the urge to push, especially with the head sitting right at the opening. There was only one way out of this situation, and Haldan was brave and determined. Axol knew then that they both loved their child already.

Much was at stake for Haldan’s next round of pushes. He was beginning to shiver, and so Axol tried to cover him but as the pain came Haldan gently batted him off. Haldan breathed into the mounting urge to bear down, his pursed exhales louder than his inhales, and to Axol’s surprise he took both of Axol’s hands and weaved their fingers together tight, right up against his chest.

Haldan sent a shove down so hard and deep that the force of it scooted him down Axol’s chest a bit. His head was tipped back all the way against Axol’s shoulder, clasped hands shaking on his naked chest, and Haldan kept his legs open and up without touching them, and they trembled with the force of his pushing.

With Haldan slightly flatter on his back, Axol could clearly see their baby’s crown. He choked on a sob as Haldan choked on his push.

Haldan’s hand flew down there to gently feel the head, and he let that hard push go. Between that and the beginning of the next push, he garbled out,

“OH, it’sgothair—”

“Yes,” Axol laugh-sobbed, “it has a lot of hair. Good work, Haldan, good hard push.”

Haldan screamed this one out again, unable to stop it. Then he flailed his arms, just screaming and screaming at the burn of their baby sliding out to a full crown.

Axol tried to calm him, or get him to focus. He held both of his hands as Haldan screamed and screamed, short sharp sounds. He got through to him somehow, reminding Haldan to send it down to push push push.

It was then that Axol realized that Haldan was only capable of following his instruction in that state. So Axol adapted to his role and coached his love.

“And push! And push! And push! Push! One more push! Puuuuusshhhhhhhh!”

Haldan was giving quick, brutal shoves, their baby’s head pushing and pushing with each one. His teeth were clenched, and sounds barely escaped them as he tried to just force down and finish the job.

He pushed when Axol told him to. Pushed hard, pushed hard again. Hard, hard, good strong shoves while Axol kept his eyes on the baby’s slimy bloody head. It rocked out and in, struggling with Haldan, peeking into the world with each hard shove.

Then, they moved together. Haldan raised himself a bit, pressed his back against Axol’s chest as Axol grabbed hold of the undersides of his thighs again, and together they spread Haldan wide open as Haldan crunched completely in, pressing his double-chin into his breasts and putting his hands over Axol’s, his elbows bent sharply outwards.

Together, they pushed and pushed and pushed, as Haldan locked in and followed Axol’s direction. Every time Axol gritted, “Push,” Haldan shoved down hard, then a short, hard sound burst out of him.

“Push!”

“DJEH!”

“Push!”

“DJUH!”

“Push!”

“TUHH!”

“Push!”

“KHUHH!”

“Push!”

“DH— DJYEUH!!”

His belly was in constant motion, jumping up and down, rolling downwards and back up, working with the baby to shove it out millimeter by millimeter. Every push two steps forward, one step back.

Then, of his own accord, looking all the way down to their baby’s crown and flopping his legs out as wide as they could go, Haldan raised his shoulders and one touched Axol’s chin, then,

“HM–”

After a viciously hard, trembling silence, the sound that came out of Haldan was strangled and sharp. Then he just panted, his chest and belly heaving, as he leaned back against Axol and tipped his head down.

He’d pushed the head out. Axol could see it, the whole thing, soaked with fluids and pink beyond belief, chubby cheeks squished against Haldan’s body. Their baby was facing down, and Axol could not make a sound. He couldn’t even sob at the sight of the thick, dark hair.

Haldan was in a similar state, just panting down. Then, braver than Axol, he leaned fully back against him and looked up into Axol’s face.

Haldan’s cheeks were red as a beet. His face was shiny with old sweat, his long hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks in tangled threads. But his eyes were alert, wild with life and purpose and wonder.

Before considering it, Axol tipped his head to rest their foreheads together. Haldan was panting, and made no complaints as Axol let go of his legs, leaving red finger marks, to instead cradle his body tenderly.

Fearfully, they both looked down again at the same time. Haldan had a hand hovering over their baby’s head, but he did not touch. Axol was in the same state, though he was unsure if he had Haldan’s permission to hold his hand down there so close.

But when Haldan finally braved it, laying his fingers oh so gently over the delicate back of their baby’s head, feeling their curls, he instantly sobbed.

Then he took Axol’s hand and put it on their baby’s head—their baby!—and Axol cried as Haldan looked widely into his eyes with such zeal, such courage and excitement.

He was gorgeous.

Axol mustered all his bravery to whisper to Haldan, “Let’s meet them,” and told his love with his eyes how unafraid he now was.

Haldan kept staring into his eyes, his lips gently parted, as they both kept their hands on their child’s head, until it was time for the final effort.

Haldan was completely silent this time as he mustered all the last of the strength in his body to push their baby’s shoulders out, mushing his tearful face into Axol’s.

Instead of pain, instead of screaming, Haldan experienced an intense feeling of euphoria like the Heavens themselves came down to meet him with that final everlasting push.

And with a great flood of clear water, their baby slipped out almost like it was nothing, her eyes wide open at the purple sky.

They both just leaned down and stared at their creation for a moment or a century, Haldan still moaning euphorically, his bare legs still spread wide open as he and the babe were still attached through blood. Her eyes were enormous and grey, squinting up at the setting sun between the branches, and then she finally seemed to understand her predicament and she opened her red gummy mouth.

The first sound was such a tremble, just a timid little squeal like a piglet. Axol was instantly overcome with the unbearable urge to wrap his body around her, to shield her from the world and all its eyes and evils.

Haldan was shaking all over, still moaning and sighing, tears freely streaming down his face but with a dazed smile. So tenderly, he lifted the most precious (and most slippery) thing in the universe into his hands, and slid her up onto his deflated belly, where she then laid her slimy and slightly coned head between his dark nipples.

Haldan’s sighs sounded like a laugh, and soon he was overcome with a similar urge as Axol’s. He stroked the babe all over, spreading the birth juices and blood, trying to get her to keep crying, and he leaned down and, to Axol’s shock, pursed his lips over the tiny slope of her nose and sucked the gunk from her lungs.

He spat to the left of them, and Axol began to laugh. This sound was then accompanied by the first true cries of their daughter.

[stew-ob-blog]

Bathroom break

(Suddenly finding herself deep in the throes of labour among some of her most annoying colleagues, Jessica is going to have to work to keep this secret baby under wraps...)

Jessica grimaced in pain, quickly clutching at her belly under the table and groaning aloud before remembering where she was. She transitioned, not at all smoothly, into a loud throaty cough to cover her movements but she could hardly believe that would fool anyone. This was getting worse. She decided in that moment she had to get out of there but 13 pairs of bored and restless eyes that felt as if they had been glued to her belly since the moment this meeting had started. How was she supposed to get out of here now?!

Everyone distracted by the cough returned their attention to Shirley from finance, who dutifully continued to drone on about whatever the hell it was finance execs talk about in these things. Jessica had other things on her mind. The wave of pain that grabbed her rapidly built inside grew to an excruciating peak that was much higher than the last.

"Shit, shit, shit," she thought, knowing she didn't have long. When the next contraction hit she didn't know if she could keep it together long enough to keep this under wraps. She soon caught another grimace rising in her throat and gripped down tight on her chair until her knuckles blanched white. Once her pregnancy became office gossip it would all be over. She couldn't let this out. The CEO would be replaced before this baby could even be born. Her career, and their relationship, would likely go with him.

Finally, the wave began to subside and she could relax for a few seconds at least. She looked at the clock, this thing wasn't even halfway through. It could be hours yet before this was wrapped up. She had to leave. Deciding not to wait until the next one hit, she got up and made straight for the boardroom door without a word of explanation or excuse.

"Just get out," she said to herself.

Even as Shirley paused her presentation, Jessica didn't shit her focus from the handle from the boardroom door handle as she pushed the thing open and virtually ran through it towards the toilets.

Mercifully, when she crashed through that door, firmly in the grasp of another growing wave of agony, there was nobody in the room here to hear her wail out in pain. She ran into the nearest open stall and slammed the lock closed behind her. Bracing herself against its walls, she huffed and growled in exaggerated and focused breaths as she tried to escape the agony this parasite was wreaking on her body on its way out.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought. Not here, hidden away in the back of the office. With just two more days until her two-week retreat, she thought she was home free. Just two more days, she thought to herself, and she'd be able to birth this thing at a lodge 300 miles from here, where nobody would have known a damn thing about it. Now she felt trapped.

She needed a plan, anything to get out of this building and away from these people. Anywhere but here. Before she could begin formulating that plan, or deal with the pain growing again in her belly, the doors to the office bathroom burst open and several voices entered at once.

Jessica quietened her breaths and held her pose, hoping that the voices would come in to do their business quickly and leave her again in peace. She grit her teeth and focused her energy on staying as silent as a whisper even as she braced her body against the agony reaching its peak deep in her abdomen. Before hearing a sudden "THWACK, THWACK, THWACK," at the stall door.

"Jessica! Jess? Helloooo, are you ok?" A voice shrieked from the other side.

"Yeah. I'm F-fine!" She answered in a stilted and entirely unconvincing tone. She'd rather have not answered at all, least of all to the name Jess, but she hoped answering quickly would encourage them to leave again soon.

"Is it Dave?" Said a different voice behind the closed door. "I know he can be thoughtless, but I don't think he meant what he said in there…"

What the fuck did Dave say? Jessica thought. The man didn't have enough thoughts in his head to offend anyone even if he wanted to — his ramblings were usually little more than a glorified music box playing back whatever he heard on TV last night. But she couldn't deal with that right now.

"No, it's not… Dave… Really he's fine! I'll be out soon," Jessica said as she tried to breathe through a cramp that seemed to build so ridiculously soon after another in her belly.

She closed her eyes and steadied her breath but something else was creeping in. There was a pressure building in her stomach that was rapidly becoming harder to ignore. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up to the ceiling, trying to imagine she was anywhere but here, with anyone but them stood outside the stall door.

"I'd report him to HR myself, but you know he'll just get another slap on the wrist again," said the first voice.

"You know they really should start up a training course, or something…" said the second.

"Well where's the time going to come from for that??" chimed a third.

"It's FINE!" Jessica yelled, too loud and too hard to convince them to leave her alone.

She grit her teeth and grimaced as silently as she could manage, gripping hold of the toilet roll appliance in front of her — wrestling with the surge of pressure and agony that twisted her stomach in knots and bore the heavy weight of the head straight down on top of her cervix.

"Whoooo, whooo, whoooo" she tried to blow out long steady breaths through tightly gritted teeth. Her cheeks puffed wide and spittle flew from the edges of her mouth, but she made little enough noise for the others to take notice.

"OH," The third voice rose again. "Was it us? Did we do something wrong?? I'm sure we can make it right!"

"NO!" Jessica shouted a little too deeply again before correcting herself. "No, really! It's nothing! I just, probably just some bad sushi yesterday..I.. I just really had to get out of there.."

She grimaced again, now feeling her body bear down against her and heave this mass deep down into her.

"Oh, I see," said the first voice.

"Well, we're here for you anyway!" said the second. "In sickness and in health, like a workplace marriage," she chuckled to herself.

"hnnnghhurgh," Jessica groaned involuntarily as contractions squeezed her stomach and pushed this oversized head down into the birth canal without even a sliver of mercy. The pressure was unreal and it was now so agonisingly painful not to push that she had no other choice. She began with a heave down as soft as she could dare. She couldn't afford to give anything away before the three noisiest voices in the office left her alone.

She took in a small gasp of air and forced down a short sharp breath as she closed in to heave it down into her body as silently as she could. The relief, from the second she bore down into her body, was immense. As soon as she felt it she knew she had to bear down more, and when more relief came, like a satisfying addiction to ecstasy, she had to add even more again. The release of the agony breaking her body was incredible and she felt as if she simply had to continue to feed it until she found herself bearing down with every bit of strength she had — though rapidly running out of breath.

"Booaaaaaaaaaaaah," she cried out as she released all that effort all at once. She tried hard to catch herself but it escaped much too fast for her.T hen, she wailed out again as the pressure she was so successfully managing to evade came bounding back with interest.

"Jess, are you OK in there love?" One of the voices asked.

Jessica wanted to reply but her breath escaped her as she wrestled with the agony of her belly shifting under her. She reached out and gripped hold of the paper holder as tightly as she could, somehow trying to muscle the pain away. She had to push.

"F-fine!" she replied, already bracing herself. "Won't be a minute…"

As soon as she could get the words out she took in a giant lungful of air and used it all in one giant heave to push down for as long and as hard as she could. Her eyes screwed tightly shut while her teeth clenched tight until they too hurt as she squatted down into a half-seated pose and bore down with more strength than she knew she had. This baby was coming. Now.

Even as the pressure let up from her body to be replaced with the wretched shifting pain of a seemingly giant mass boring down into her birth canal, she fought with everything she had not to make a sound. Her face shot up to the ceiling and tears began to pour down her cheek as she silently begged for relief that she knew wouldn't come.

"You know, I said she didn't look too good this morning, didn't I say that?" One of the voices mumbled.

"Shhhh," another quipped. "It's…been a tough year,"

"Uhhhhhnf," Jessica moaned as she released the next effort.

Instantly, she felt the mass ride back up through her body in a long and slow effort pushing impossibly deep within her. For a beat, it took her breath from her as her eyes rolled in her head and she steadied herself against the wall. With that movement, however, she realised how much progress she had made in just a handful of pushes. This baby was ready to be born whether or not she was ready to birth it.

"Nnnnnnghfhh," she grimaced as another contraction surprised her on the heels of her last.

She lifted her black pencil skirt to her waist and rolled down the black underwear she wore beneath. This was happening, this was really happening right now and she still had no idea what to do. Then, her mind was made up by her body as she was forced into another giant involuntary effort and an accompanying growl that escaped her throat.

"For all the money they pay to rent this place, they could afford much better air.."

What the fucking fuck?! Jessica thought. The crowd gathered outside the door had devolved into casual office chit-chat around the stall door. She was now the water cooler as she fought with her body to birth while they casually chit-chatted about snacks and comfort. They couldn't take this to their desk?! She thought. Still, at least if they kept talking, they might not hear her quite as well. But there was no more time to think.

Again she heaved down, this time with her eyes open as she focused on a flaked chip of paint stuck high in the corner of the opposite wall. Her lips snarled and her face flushed beet red as she bore down towards the floor in a semi-squat position with her back pinned to the wall.

Every sliver of progress she had surrendered to the last contraction was won back again and then some. It was sheer unrelenting agony as she stretched around a giant head that rode down through her, cresting and grinding through the ridges and edges of her birth canal in agonising, hard-won progress. She began to tremble and shake as this became more real and more painful by the second. She reached her hand down into her pussy and felt a baseball-sized bulge already forming behind her lips.

Without releasing her breath, she reached for her handbag hanging on the door and pulled out her phone. Finally, her breath ran out and she gasped out loud as she released all that air at once. But with barely a second between she sucked in as much air into her lungs as she could, sound be damned, and used it to bear down again against the retreating head. The conversation outside the door stopped suddenly. She could all but hear the voices outside asking each other what they'd just heard. But now she didn't care. As long as this worked and worked soon.

She opened up her phone and managed to tap out a message through the shakes and tremors of adrenaline.

"DO IT. NOW." She hit send.

Now she had to wait as she bore all her energy into that round growing mass pushing and stretching its way free. She reached down and the bulge had grown again. Now, she grunted and groaned because there was no escaping the energy she needed and knew well that all that energy came with a noise. Every second that bulge grew larger and larger, she felt herself stretch around its mass until it was so agonisingly painful that the only sounds she could make sounded like a wild animal about to break in two.

Then, it came. The sweet and familiar blare of the fire alarm shattered the silence she was trying to maintain washed through the building with as much relief and ecstasy as that first push had washed through her body.

"That's a fire," one of the cleverer voices noted. "Are you coming Jess?"

"Just.a.second." she replied without retreating on her effort. "Right behind you…nuuuughhhh"

"Should we leave her?" another voice asked. "Like this?"

Please god yes, Jessica thought.

"I guess we have to," someone replied. "We'll let the fire marshal know…"

Jessica didn't have time to figure out if the group had left or not, the final contraction was breaking hard through her body and she didn't think she could resist it even if she wanted to. Quickly, she heaved down with everything she had, bearing all her pressure into a singular spot just below her navel — pressing and pushing with every fibre of muscle. Her body ready to split, her energy pressing against a brick wall, she felt a ring of hot burning magma eek its way through her body so impossibly slow she thought she might never get there before running out of breath. Then, pop, release, and a loud splash as fluid hit the floor as the head pushed free in an unfathomable relief followed by the shoulders and the giant mass pushed free of her body was suddenly in her trembling hands, wailing and crying over even the sound of the fire alarm inches above her head.

Dazed, ecstatic, and relieved — she bathed for a moment in the most pleasurable silence she'd ever heard in her life.

[imagineyourepregnant]

Mpreg Brothel

Hello! This is my third time submitting a story so I figured it's time I share a name for myself. You can call me Salty. I'm the author of "The Heir" as well as "The Stable Boy". I also have a blog under the name of Swollenpregnantbellies. 

Anywho, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy! 

Fill for request:

Mpreg brothel. Imagine you're a client visiting the brothel for the first time. Dozens of men in various stages of pregnancy are there for you and others to enjoy. You take a particular liking to the newbie: eighteen, shy, naive, and freshly pregnant with his first. You visit over and over again to view his progress. He's embarrassed by your attention, but does not refuse, letting you touch and fuck him. You pay premium to be there for his first, extremely difficult labor, which the brothel is sure to make a show of for you.

The Brooding Fox.

A high end brothel with a very special set of workers for special clientele. It was named that way not because it was dark or dour, no. It got it's name because of what happens to the prostitutes. Named as such because the male prostitutes are fertile and bred quite well. Every single one of them are required to get pregnant within the first few weeks of starting, else they are fired. At least, that was the word on the street.

The first time you went to the Brooding Fox you weren't certain what to expect. However, you were pleasantly surprised by what you found.

A friend had brought you the first time and it was quite the experience. The instant you walked past the threshold you were met with the beautiful sight of dozens of young men all in varying stages of pregnancy. Some had small bellies in their earlier months while others had ripe bellies, rounded and taught. Then there were the ones who looked like they could pop at any minute.

You were shown around and told about the different workers, their prices, and what they offered. The first time you found yourself spending time with a young man around five months pregnant. His belly was wonderful to caress and feel the growing roundness of it.

You discovered very quickly how much you liked feeling his belly as you entered him. It was incredible how hard just looking at all of their swollen bellies made you.

After the first night you went back for more at least once a week, sometimes more than that.

You couldn't get enough of rubbing their growing tummies, feeling the babies squirm around inside their wombs and fucking them until both of you collapsed bonelessly into the bedding. You thought it couldn't get any better than that.

Until one day, it did.

You were about to request one of your regulars when you saw him: a young man, no older than eighteen, sitting off in the corner by himself. At first you thought he might be a client, until the head mistress spoke to him and he very timidly went to attend to an actual client.

That was when you made the connection: he was fresh.

You inquired with the head mistress about him and was told that he was, in fact, eighteen years old and pregnant off the streets. He had just been hired.

You could barely keep your erection in your pants as you watched him from across the open room. He was petite, lithe; practically skin and bones, with a bit of meat on them. You could already imagine his belly outgrowing him within just the first few months. He would be nothing but belly around month four, you wagered.

About half and hour later you found yourself alone in one of the room with the young man. Whilst he still had his clothes on there wasn't a noticeable bump just yet, but that would soon change. You decide to strike up a conversation with the young man.

"So, you're new?" You ask.

He nods wordlessly.

"Is today your first day?"

He shakes his head. "Yesterday was." His voice is meek and has a lovely tenor pitch to it. You think it will sound angelic when he moans.

"And you've already been bred, I hear?"

He looks up, surprised as his face turns red. "Oh. I--um. I'm not sure."

"Oh?" You say.

He doesn't offer a reply.

"Well, isn't it required to be pregnant within the first few weeks of working here or else you get kicked out?" You prompt.

He nods, again giving no verbal answer.

"Well then, how about we make sure that you're nice a bred, shall we? We wouldn't want you getting thrown back out onto the streets now would we?"

"I--um--well," He stammered adorably.

"Excellent," You purr, scooting closer to the boy. You've already snuck your hand underneath his shirt and have begun inching it up his torso. His skin is wonderfully supple and creamy, perfect for bearing a brood.

If he wasn't pregnant already you were definitely going to make certain he was after tonight.

He made no protest when his shirt was taken off, nor when his pants and undergarments were undone and cast aside. He now stood before you in naked glory, showing you everything he had and it was stunning.

His skin was immaculate and his little cock was so cute you couldn't help but oogle it for a few moments. However, what caught your eye was not his lovely neck or chest, but in fact the little belly that just barely jutted out. It wasn't much but if one was looking for it, which you were, it was obvious: he had been bred and from the looks of it quite well.

He couldn't have been more than a few months along, but it was enough that his belly was bloated and at the stage right before becoming rounded. You could hardly contain your erection. So you didn't.

Your cock rose excitedly and sprung forth the instant you freed it from your own pants. You stepped towards the boy and instantly felt all over his body, but specifically his little belly. You savored the feeling because you knew it wouldn't be little for much longer.

"Now, where were we?"

You caressed every part of him and loved how he melted under you touch. Especially how he would let out the tiniest little sounds when you touched his lower tummy. Oh how you ate that up and knew it would only get better as his belly grew.

"Now, you said you're not sure if you got knocked up before coming here?" You asked, rubbing his lower belly again.

He managed a breathless nod.

You were both still upright, something that you wanted to amend soon. "Is that so? Would you like to make sure then?" You murmur in his ear.

He lets out a quiet whimper but nods his head once more.

You don't waste another second. You slide a finger inside his hole. It goes in rather easily and so you add in another.

He gasps in delight as you move your fingers deftly inside of him. His wetness becomes quite evident, as does his enjoyment of what you're doing because his little cock rises to the occasion, leaking just a bit of precum.

Your cock has already been weeping for the last several minutes, but you've held off because you want to save it for him.

You insert a third finger and he is practically bouncing on your hand, gyrating his hips to stimulate more movement.

"My my. Eager aren't we?"

Breaths start to quicken and you can't wait any longer. You pull your fingers out and in the same motion replace them with your cock. He takes you so beautifully and the sound he makes when you do it nothing short of angelic, just as you'd hoped.

You start thrusting with vigor, holding him in place with one hand across his chest and the other placed low on his belly. You can feel your length going deep inside, pushing into his entrance and kissing his cervix. It isn't long before you are both a panting mess, nearing completion. As warmth builds inside you, your thrusts become desperate. You chase that ecstasy and by the gods you finally catch it.

You both cum with heavy moans and you unload every last drop of your seed inside his fertile womb. He slumps against you, enervated from your coupling. You are still holding his little belly as you let the last bit of cum empty inside him. You imagine that it is enough to make his belly more bloated than it already is.

"Now there's no possible way you aren't pregnant now, boy, is there?"

He shakes his head in embarrassment.

You look forward to your weekly visit even more now. So much so that your weekly visits turn into nearly every other day visits.

Weeks of going to the Brooding Fox go by and every night you find yourself spending it with the newcomer. You absolutely relish watching his little tummy swell with life, becoming rounder with each passing week. You love how embarrassed he is by his condition. How much his belly is growing and how large it seems for being only four months pregnant.

He isn't wrong, though. He is only four months along but looks closer to six. You suspect that whomever bred his fertile womb did such a good job that they put at least two babies in his belly. And you couldn't wait to see how big he would get.

The next night you see him he is nearly five months along and his belly has grown beautifully. It has become the most lovely swell you've ever laid eyes on. His hips have started to widen just enough that he'll be able to give birth naturally and his breasts have turned from barely there to nice, little buds on his chest.

When you he finally sits down beside you your hands immediately go to his belly, caressing and rubbing the swollen roundness. You focus your ministrations low, which elicit the most exquisite sounds from him.

"You like being touched like this don't you?" You croon, continuing to rub his firm swell. "You like knowing your womb has been bred so nicely and you're growing more with every day?"

He nods, already breathless and melting in your arms.

"You want me to fill your belly even more?" You ask.

This has become a recurring conversation between the two of you, usually at the beginning of your sessions. But without fail it does wonders for both of you and often leads to him being bent over and with your cock buried inside him, shooting ropes of cum into his already occupied, but very fertile womb.

Just before you finish, you lean in and whisper: "Once you push this one out I'll make sure your belly is filled with my babies next."

Without fail that phrase brings both of you to the edge. It's quite obvious that despite his embarrassment, the boy rather enjoys having his belly filled to the brim and swollen with babies.

"I'll make sure to put at least three babies in that tummy of yours when the time comes." You add after cumming buckets inside him. Just saying it is often enough to bring your member to full hardness and make the poor boy wet all over again.

Two more months of this pass and he is absolutely glowing. His belly has started to turn into a nice teardrop shape, hanging low on his small frame. His hips have only slightly widened in the past few weeks which only serves to accentuate his gravid, rounded middle. You love rubbing his belly even more now that it's so tight and swollen, yet somehow larger each time you see it. He seems to love it just as much, you caressing his overtaxed and growing tummy.

When he sits now his belly spills into his lap, covering nearly half of it. Your length grows hard thinking about how much larger he will get in the final weeks of his pregnancy.

As time grows near for the birth, you go to the head mistress with a request. You wanted to watch the birth and were willing to pay extra to see it. Naturally, she agreed, seeing no issue in this, especially if you were willing to pay an additional fee up front.

Then, soon enough, the time came.

It miraculously happened during one of your fuck sessions with him, pounding him from behind, holding his incredibly swollen belly and filling him entirely. However when you pulled out, there was a gush of fluid that came with you and a groan from the boy, who clutched at his poor tummy.

"I suppose it's time for the little ones to join the world." You smile with a dark grin as the boy's face scrunches in pain with a contraction.

Several hours pass with his belly tightening and his face contorting in agony as he prepares to push. You rub his overtaxed tummy in a soothing manner, speaking in soft tones to him.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon." You say, though secretly hoping it takes much longer. You don't want this to go too quickly. You wanted to savor every moment of this. After all, it would be at least a few weeks before you'd be able to pump him full of cum and breed that little belly of his again.

He cries out in pain, pushing with all his might many times over before one of the midwives announces the head is out. Once this happens you've been asked to move to the side, which you oblige. At this point your cock is at near full mast in your trousers and needs attention immediately.

As the boy bears down with another contraction, you reach inside and begin stroking your length slowly, not wanting to cum too quickly. However this proves difficult at you watch his belly tighten again, the skin rippling across as he pushes hard one last time and the room is suddenly filled with a shrill cry of new lungs.

"It's a boy." The midwife says. "We will clean him off while you rest. There is still another in there!" She says with urgency.

"Wait...another?" The exhausted you man says with defeat. You spurt cum in your pants hearing that your theory was right. He really was meant to be bred if he was having twins on the first go.

"Yes, another. Be ready to push again soon."

As the boy slumps bonelessly against the cushion, your cock is already twitching, eager for the next babe to be pushed out.

Before long the young man is breathlessly pushing, his entrance straining against the babe's head.

"I think--" He pants. "I think it's stuck!"

"I know, I know. But you must keep pushing!" The midwife urges. Your length is hard as a rock in your hand again and you stroke it excitedly, hearing that the second baby seems to be larger than the first. It wasn't surprising given how round his belly had been since the beginning.

"That's it, keep pushing! Another!"

He screamed, echoing down the corridors and into the night air. With one last push the head popped out, leaving him enervated on the floor.

"I need to change positions." He says breathlessly, before shifting to his hands and knees.

You could hardly believe your eyes and neither could your cock. He was now bent into the position in which you consistently fucked him raw. It was almost too good to be true, yet there he was; pushing out a second baby like an animal in heat. Your cock leaked precum all over your hand, but you held out just a bit longer.

He grunted and groaned loudly as he bore down again, pushing with all his strength. You pumped up and down your shaft, grunting and groaning in your own way, just much more quietly. His belly tightened and he screamed, then suddenly the second baby was out and you were cumming for the second time in almost as many minutes.

"It's a girl!" Said the midwife, before taking the baby away to be cleaned.

You relax against the wall, watching as your favorite conquest collapses to the floor, entirely spent and practically asleep. You decide it is time to take your leave.

You clean yourself up and before stepping out you go over to the barely conscious young man and say just loud enough for only him to hear: "I'll be back in a few weeks to fill that belly of yours all over again. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're never out of a job while you're here."

He gives the barest of mumbled responses as you step away and disappear into the night.

Six weeks later, true to your word, you are pounding him from behind for the fifth time that night. His little belly round and filled to the brim with your seed. You just know it's already taking root in his fertile womb. It wouldn't be long before his tummy began to swell with young and this time, it would be you that claimed his womb.

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Genetic alteration 5

Reva moaned, half out of lust and half out of funstration as she laid on the bed. She was propped up against some pillows, and naked. One hand was working her plump breast, the other was deep in her pussy to the second nuckle. So far she had been trying to work through her unbearable heat while her husband, Xander, was at work, but after her fourth squirting orgasm of the day and still no relief, she knew her husband’s hard cock would be the only thing that would help. She was young, married into old money, and also remade into a lioness. She did it to fit in at first, Xander’s whole family had done it as a statement of their vast investment wealth, but now, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She loved the fur, the look, the natural propensity for muscle mass and lithe body shape, and not to mention her tail that she loved to sway around. She had been changed for a couple of years, but the past couple days had been a new experience. It was like something changed inside her, there had been risks of “heat cycles” that she knew about from the procedure, but it had yet to happen until now. Her flesh was burning up, her folds were soaked, and until about an hour ago, the slightest touch to her entrance or her clit would send electric shocks of pleasure though her body.

It was easy to get herself to a powerful peak this morning before getting out of bed. After a couple hours of trying to work from home, she had to stop and get to another one that had her screaming Xander’s name in the shower. The third one was necessary after lunch because she was rubbing her pussy against the corner of the kitchen counter without realizing and had to squat in the shower again so she didn’t have to mop up her own squirting nectar from the floor, and the forth was a drawn out one in bed that she hoped would finally let her focus on something other than her husband pinning her underneath him and putting a litter of cubs in her belly.

As she whimpered, her fingers no longer enough and her slightly damp fur starting to feel uncomfortable against the bed sheets, she heard the front door open. Her brain knew it was Xander before he said a word. She silently got up and stalked down the hallway to the kitchen. “Hey babe, I’m home!” He called out, completely oblivious to the fact his wife was now on the hunt. He had just been to the gym, and on the way home he had taken some extra supplements for virility. He and Reva had been wanting to start a family for a couple months, but about a week ago they had committed to really try. She had said she liked him slightly sweaty, and his big fluffy mane slightly unkept.

So it was a no brainer to just come straight home after his work out and see if she was in the mood. He was however startled to see her standing there in the threshold between the kitchen and the hallway completely naked. “Gah! You shocked me.” He said with a shaken smile. She looked hungry to him, her perfect body radiating a powerful scent that started pounding his heart. She strode to him, every expertly sculpted muscle flowing under her fur. While Reva wasn’t highly muscular, she was fit and lithe, along with a perfectly plump bust and wide, thick hips and rump. “Clothes off.” She commanded. Just looking at him made her hotter. The spandex shorts and top just framed his perfectly chiseled thick muscles so deliciously that she couldn’t help but lick her lips.

He was the spitting image of a lion god, regal mane, strong jaw, big hands, broad shoulders, tight and graspable rump, and his package was bulging in his shorts to her eyes. “Huh?” He said, still entranced at his wife approaching him. She glided up to him, her body pressing to his, and her kiss immediately taking him. While they were still pressed together and their kiss getting deep and their tongues entwining, his workout shirt ripped and fell to the floor. “Clothes, off.” She reiterated into his mouth. Now he was catching on, and he started to shimmy out of his shorts. Once his bulge was free, the scent hit her like a freight train. Never had she smelled anything better in her life. She didn’t have time to admire it though, as his hands came to grip her legs, and carry her off her paw-like feet. He carried her to the bed, and he set her down upon it.

She then pushed him back a couple paces so she could stand again. She beheld him in his full naked glory, and she could feel the nectar sliding out of her. She kissed his chest, making her way down until she was kneeling in front of his cock and sack. “Mine.” She said before she stared to kiss and lap at his organs. The smell was overpowering, and she couldn’t help but moan as she drew the head in with her tongue. His sack was adorned with a thick trail of fur down the middle, which held his pheromones in a concentrated state. Her oral ministrations soon got his cock hard and standing proud. All girthy eight inches of cub-making lion meat was ready for action. Once that was done, it was his turn to take the lead. He pushed her back to the bed, and as she tumbled, her legs were held up at the thigh. Looking down, the wicked grin on his face was enough to tell her she needed to hold on.

“Mine.” He replied as he dove in, eating her out with abandon. Immediately her thighs closed around his head and she screamed. “Oh god yes! Xavier you animal!” She exclaimed as his tongue got to work. Feeling that rough texture on his tongue on her folds was such an electric sensation. He knew just how to work her, and work her he did. Her hands were clenching the sheets for purchase, and the cries from her mouth seemed to only spur him on. It didn’t take long for her to climax, and spray him with nectar as she wailed in ecstasy. He lapped up as much as he could, wiped off the rest with the bed cover, then stood tall over her, tapping his cock on her pubic mound. Her eyes widened, realizing just how big her husband had gotten. “I took those virility supplements on the way home.” He said in a low growl. He teased her with just the tip as he spoke.

He hot dogged her pussy lips with his length, lubing himself with her nectar. Then finally, he took her hand and brought it to his sack so she could feel. He was swollen, tight, and she could feel the tissue drawing and pulsing. He was actively making so much seed to fill her with. He put the tip inside, just enough to hold him, as he leaned down, taking her in another heated kiss, then slowly slid in until he nestled his head at her cervix. Reva couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. Her whole body quivered as every last bit of his member slid inside her. He fit so snug and perfect, stretching her in ways her fingers never could. “I’ve been waiting all day for this.” She said, then nibbled at his lip. He took her in his arms, one hand across her lower back, the other at the nape of her neck.

She clung to him, her legs wrapping around his waist and her arms clutching his back. He wasn’t forceful with his movement, but he was deliberate. He had a steady pace that she loved as he made love with her. They kissed, they moaned, they truly became one. She could feel his cock leak precum into her like a faucet, and she knew it might have what she needed, but she was greedy, she wanted him to bust the whole load in her womb. She rhythmically clenched her internal muscles to actively milk him. “I want your cubs, Xander. Give them to me.” She whispered in his ear. He groaned, and his cock gave a hard throb as she started to milk him. “God Reva, you’re gonna get a littler if you keep it up.” He replied.

He could feel his testes rush with fluid, building up a massive load to impregnate his wife with. In fact, because of the supplements, it’s almost like he could feel the multitude of sperm anxiously waiting to be unleashed as they prepared to be forcibly shot at her cervix. One of her hands had now slid down to fondle his sack again, and she gave an approving growl. “You’re right, it does feel like a litter in there. I hope I have enough eggs for all of it.” She said. She kissed him deeply again. “Do it, my love, make me a mother, make us parents.” He rose up, enough to take in the perfect lioness under him. “I’m gonna do just that. I’m gonna bust such a huge load that we’ll have quads the first time.” He said with pride. “You’re gonna be so round with cubs, and your beautiful breasts are going to be so full of milk.” He smiled lovingly down at her.

She surrendered to the pleasure her body was wracked with, and squirted around his member. “I’m cumming so hard baby! My cervix is open, blow that fat load straight into my womb!” She exclaimed. He picked up speed slightly, and the pleasure his cock felt as her orgasm clenched around it made him swell impossibly before he toppled over the edge. The flood of cum boiled up to his tip, then with a grunt and a thrust of his hips to make sure her cervix sealed his head inside, he started to cum, hard. He saw stars as blast after blast of thick, virile cum erupted from his length, straight into his wife’s womb. It felt never ending, as pulse after pulse shot forth. He could feel her body greedily drink it in, wanting all the eggs she could have released to be bathed in powerful sperm.

After it was over, which felt like an eternity of bliss, Reva lay there with a smile on her face. Xavier had laid on top of her, panting and sweaty. Once he regained his breath, she kissed him deeply. “You did so well, love.” She cooed. “I felt every last drop shoot into me.” He was still hard, plugging her to keep his seed inside. She gently shimmied her hips and clenched her internal muscles, just so see how hard he still was. His cock throbbed in her depths, having plenty more to give. With a chuckle, she rolled him over, getting him under her. “My turn to drive.” She said, fondling his sack and still feeling plenty in there. “You haven’t emptied the tanks yet.” That one evening had turned into a marathon session, with Xander giving her at least four loads, but it was kind of fuzzy after that because both of them were so exhausted.

They knew it was a success when her heat ended quickly, and a week later the morning sickness started. The benefit of being in an old money family was getting access to all sorts of healthcare and not having to go far for it. The family doctor came by and gave her a check up, confirming her thoughts. It was such a happy time, and both her family and his family was beyond excited at the announcement. After the first bumpy months of morning sickness and the all over bloating, she simply started glowing. She busied herself helping at the office, which she realized she wouldn’t want to do anymore after the baby came. She wanted to be a stay-at-home mother, just like her mother was with her and her siblings. Xander was completely supportive, and to his credit tried to keep her health in mind, but wasn’t hovering or over-protective.

Once she was big enough, she went in for her ultrasound to see what she was having. Xavier held her hand as the technician hovered the wand around her belly. Suprisingly, she was only carrying one baby, a boy. The size of her belly was bordering on twins, but she was just carrying big. Knowing that, the two parents decorated the nursery for their son. As she moved into the third trimester, she couldn't keep her hands off her belly most of the time. Her son was active, and had quite the muscles. Xavier as well was handsy with her belly, much to her pleasure. A week before the due date, they had a lovely photoshoot done.

Reva looked like a fertility goddess, even larger bust, big belly perfectly round, wide hips ready to bring life into the world, and a radiant smile of an expectant mother on her face the entire time. Xander held her close, and was so gentle and caring with her through the entire shoot. When they got home, they made love, him taking her from behind and painting her belly with a massive load. It took another two weeks until the contractions started. Overdue with a big baby was not what she had hoped for, but if she was honest with herself, being this pregnant was sexy in its own way. Reva liked to admire her gravid form in the mirror, and rub her belly as she saw her son moving inside.

She was doing exactly that as her waters broke. She let out a gasp of shock as she felt the pressure release in her pelvis somewhat, and the first hard contraction ripple though. She then called Xander, then the midwife in that order. Xander rushed home as fast as he could, beating the midwife. “How far along are you?” He said, bursting through the door. She smiled, sitting on the bed only wearing an exercise bra and a robe. “I haven’t had more than two contractions since I called you, so not far at all.” She giggled as she saw the concerned look on his face. “But I do love your enthusiasm.” He relaxed, and chuckled. “At least I didn’t miss anything.” He gave her a kiss, and rested a hand on her belly. Later the midwife arrived, things took a little while to progress. It was near dinner time before Reva really felt uncomfortable with labor and needed to pace and squat to help ease it. The lioness did everything she could to conserve energy and slowly but surely, her labor progressed.

Early in the morning, the pains sharply changed. The urge to push also hit hard, and she squatted low, clinging to Xander as he supported her. “He’s coming.” She said as she returned to standing. She gave her husband a kiss, and then got into position for the delivery. With the midwife’s help, she was supported by Xander as she squatted. The first few pushes moved the baby into her canal, and her strained grunts became a little pleasurable. “Is it normal for this to feel a little good?” She asked the midwife. She smiled. “Maybe, some women can even experience orgasms from the birthing process.” Another push, and the top of the baby's head started to bulge her entrance.

She couldn’t believe how it felt to have a canal full of baby. It opened and stretched her in new ways. She hoped that she still would be able to squeeze her husband’s cock after this when they tried to have more kids. Soon his head started to peak out of her folds. She panted and allowed herself to stretch, not wanting to tear considering how big he was. As she crowned, she could feel herself near an orgasm. “Nnngh! He’s almost here!” She exclaimed. The slow pace of pushing let her build the pleasure, and as the head came out and the baby rotated, she couldn’t help but push hard and orgasm at the same time. The baby slid out in a rush of fluid and her own nectar. Xander had his hands in position to catch him as he came into the world, and brought him to her chest.

Any pain Reva was feeling evaporated as she looked at the large lion cub put in her arms. His little feline face was stamped on her heart, and she held him close. His cries were strong, and he was a very healthy boy. “Oh, my baby, my baby.” She said softly as she held him. The contact with her fur quieted him, soothing the hard pain of birth. She brought him to her breast, and he drank deeply. “What’s his name?” The midwife asked. Both parents smiled, and said in unison “Issac.”

Doc here, needed to finish the original request and do lions. It was a little disjointed, but hopefully you will like it.

[labourink]

Lets see...nonbinary, laying a big egg, at home, and enjoying it. In essence; lets see a full story about Aether, yeah?

A hand braced against the doorjamb between their bedroom and the open living area of their home, fingers curling into their palm as their belly pulled tight around the egg they carried. Their free hand rubbed over the taut, speckled skin, feeling the hard shell of the egg under their palm. The fluid trickling down their leg shimmered in the lowlight of the candles shielded in glass cages, trailing from their couch to where they stood currently, showing their arduous journey to the bedroom. A puddle of the same fluid sat at the foot of the couch, and they made a note to clean that up once they finished their current task.

The cramp passes, and they let out a puff of breath, sighing through pursed lips. Their usual birth partner was out currently, attending the birth and Delivery of another Ascended, and wouldn’t be back till after, meaning they were on their own. Golden eyes glanced around their room, searching for a comfortable place to lay, and the large faux nest in the corner caught their eye. Aether slowly waddled over, hand braced against the wall to keep them upright as they walked. Warm milk beaded on their nipples, despite the offspring they were about to deliver not needing their milk to survive the Delivery.

Clambering into the nest frame, Aether let out a grunt, settling into the soft cushions and blankets that lined the wicker frame, hands on their strained belly. Their legs splayed wide, their pussy bared to the cool air of their bedroom, wings spread to avoid getting pinched under the weight they had. Their fingers wandered down, feeling their warm labia, puffy with bloodflow as they got close to laying the egg within, and they shift their hips, letting the egg settle into the bowl of their hips, pressure growing tenfold, and they puff out a breath again.

“Alright,” they murmur, shifting a little more to get comfortable, spreading their thighs wider to allow the egg passage. Freckles shone lightly in the lowlight, glowing softly against their skin. The next contraction started, back tightening as they groan, hands moving back to their belly, cradling it as they take a deep breath before bearing down. They grunt, head tipping back as they bear down, slick dripping from their pussy, collecting in the folds of the blankets. The egg shoved into their hips, and they could feel their cervix stretching around the uneven surface.

Blowing through pursed lips, they release the pressure, panting softly as they feel the weight in their hips. It was going to be a tough lay, but Aether always loved a challenge. The bore down again, thighs quivering around the weight as the blew through their lips, pushing harder. The egg surged through their hips, and they panted, leaning back in the nest, head resting against the twisted edge of the frame. The top of their belly was softer now that the egg was properly seated in their pelvis, still a little firm under the amount of fluid that cushioned it.

Their fingers moved a little, finding their exposed clit, the hood pulled back with the bulge of the egg behind their pussy. Small circles around the bundle of nerves, and they moaned, hips grinding a little into their touch before they pushed, their pussy starting to part around the tip of the egg. Liquid spurt from around the shell, shimmering in the candlelight before soaking into the blankets. A breath, and they bore down again, feeling the first ridge of the egg stretch their pussy in an oblong shape, and their fingers explored over the slick shell.

Their hands move, readjusting their body in the nest frame a little, and they pull one knee back, opening their hips more as they bear down, mouth curling into a snarl. Their free hand cups over their pussy, feeling it bulge into their hand, the shell pressing against their palm. Another push, and they groan as they feel the next ridge slip free, stretching them wider. A moan escapes their throat, their head tipped back, pressing against the nest frame. “Fuck,” they breathe, panting as their hand explores the shell. Their pussy was warm when they touched it, stretched around the shell of the egg, even if it wasn’t too far out just yet. Liquid dripped around it, rivulets decorating the dark shell in sparkles. Their clit stood proud over the stretch, and they went back to circling it with their fingers. A moan, their eyes falling closed as they push, the shell stretching them further, just this side of burning. A smile graced their lips, and they pant softly, their mind wandering to their partner as they tip their head forward, hand moving from their knee to feel their warm pussy and the slick shell of the egg. The tip of their tongue ran over the edge of their teeth as they bear down again, their belly starting to push out as the egg stretches their pussy out more. “Oh, Stalker, if only you could see this,” they smirk, chest heaving as they pant softly. They could imagine his gaze and see the look he’d have on his face if he was sitting between their legs, eyes glowing in the lowlight from below his sandy fringe. His hands would be warm, one holding their thigh back, other either on their clit or cupping the shell as it emerged. He’d tease, pressing against the egg, holding it back just a little, and they moved their hand to do the same, pushing it back just a little, and they moaned out, their jaw dropped open.

“Fuck,” they moan, panting as they push against their hand, feeling the egg meet the resistance their hand gave. Their fingertips brushed over the ridges, their breath puffing from their lips as they push, grunting as they feel the next ridge of the egg slip through their pussy, thighs shaking. They brace their foot against the nest frame, pressing against the wicker as they push, feeling the rounded points at the top edge of the shell pressing against the nerves in their hips, dragging against the inside of their clit.

They circle their clit as they pant, feeling the egg with their hand. Their juices slipped over the shell, making the shell sparkle like stardust. They were so full, the egg pushing against every nerve, and they moaned as they pushed, fingers still circling their clit, picking up the pace just a little as they stretched wider. They were nearly to the widest point, they could tell, as one of the rounded points slipped free, hooking against the bottom of their clit.

“Almost th-ere.” Their voice pitched up in volume as they moan out with their next push, their climax building as they push against the egg again, feeling their pussy stretch more and more. Panting, they let their pussy stretch, instead focusing on their clit, circling it faster, hips grinding into their hand. Their back arches, and they push, feeling their lips stretch more, climax crashing into them. They cry out, head tipping back as their hips grind up, the egg tumbling free of their body to the blankets with a flood of juices behind it, decorating it with stars.

Aether’s cry of ecstasy had covered the noise of the door opening, and as they relaxed into the nest, legs splayed to either side of the shimmering egg, panting with their eyes closed.

A hand caressed their knee, and they opened golden eyes to meet their partner’s sharp grin and glowing eyes. “Just gotta make a mess, huh? Let everyone who walks in know exactly what you’re doing?” He asks, other hand cupping their breast, thumb rubbing their nipple, leaning in close.

They meet his grin with a sharp, exhausted one of their own. “How else?” They ask, and he lets out a playful growl, leaning in and capturing their lips hotly. A groan into his mouth, and they cup his neck, pulling him in closer. He moved the egg to their side, straddling their lap as he deepened the kiss.

“Snarky,” he breathes.

“Why not?”

[shhhsecretsideblog]

Keep That Crown 

Ask: No. 19 during a dystopian tv game show where contestants have to do ridiculous physical challenges while fully dilated and ready to push. Last one to fully give birth wins fabulous prizes. 

Thank you Anon, this is the most amazingly ridiculous prompt ever and was a joy to write. The story is completely satire, unrealistic, and purely for entertainment purposes. Special thanks to the talented @exponenshul for writing the third challenge, and to @gravid-transluna for being my incredible beta. You’re both amazing humans! 💜 (8k words)

Prompt: “I can’t stop it… nnghhh I’m pushingg!”

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"Goooooood evening guys and girls. It's Saturday night, we're live, and welcome to another episode of..." "Keep That Crown!" Cheers the studio audience.

The TV presenter, Danny, continues. "For those of you who are new to our little corner of television, this is a game show where we take five mothers-to-be and put them to the test in a number of household challenges. Sounds easy enough, right? Well, the catch is that each mum-to-be is in active labour...and fully dilated! Whoever can complete all five challenges without giving birth has a chance to win our grand prize, and the last one standing will win a whopping £100,000.00!"

"Oooooooh." The audience awes on cue.

"Now let's meet tonight's contestants." Danny says with a staged smile, his overly white teeth glinting under the spotlights. Walking across the studio floor the camera pans to five heavily pregnant women, each standing behind a podium displaying their name. "Contestant number one is Mandy. She's 41 weeks pregnant with her first baby, a girl. How are you doing tonight Mandy?" The presenter asks casually.

"Ooof- I'm good thanks Danny. Focused and ready for the challenges. It's my first baby so hoping that works in my favour... hooooo...." A contraction cuts off Mandy's fighting talk and she grips the podium and hangs her head, panting heavily.

"First time mums are usually the most successful at this game, so good luck, Mandy! Next up we have Anna." The TV presenter walks across to the next pregnant woman, who's holding her contracting belly and swaying her hips side to side. "Anna is also a first time mum-to-be, 39 weeks pregnant with a baby boy. Do you think you're going to win tonight, Anna?"

"Mnnnghh I'm gonna g-give it my best shot." Anna says timidly with a grimace and a forced smile.

"Contestant number 3 is Becky. Becky is 37 and a half weeks pregnant with her third baby. Some of you eagle eyed viewers may recognise Becky from her second pregnancy and birth. You were unsuccessful last time, managing only two rounds before the head popped out during the dishwasher challenge. Reckon you can make it to the final round this time, Becky?"

"I hope so... hooohooo.... But ohh, this labour came on quicker than expected.... Mnnnnngh, three hours from first contraction to full dilation. But I'm hoping this little one can stay in a bit longer." Becky's cheeks were flushed pink and the sweat glistened on her forehead. Her tight leggings showed just how wide her gait was and every couple of minutes her knees bounced.

"Well, good luck to you Becky." Danny said before turning directly towards the camera. "Looks like she's going to need it." He added with a laugh and a wink.

"Now, next up we have Claudia. Another first time mum, 40 weeks pregnant exactly." The brunette was in the midst of a contraction and merely waved at the camera before holding on to the podium and groaning under her breath.

"And finally we have Niamh. Niamh is 37 weeks pregnant and this is a first for Keep That Crown - she's pregnant with twins!" Danny announced to a cheer from the audience. "You caused quite the discussion with our producers Niamh, as you're pregnant with two lovely healthy babies, we had to decide what the rules would be. Now, even though you're carrying two, you will need to keep both babies from being born in order to qualify for the final round. Reckon you can do that?"

"Definitely, Danny!" Niamh answered confidently. "Twins run in my family, but so do long labours. I'm here to win!"

She planted her hands on her hips and grinned. Her bump was bigger and lower than any of the other contestants and yet she seemed the most relaxed and sure of herself.

"That's the spirit Niamh!" Danny said. "Okay, now that we've met the contestants, let's start the challenges!!" He walked over to a new part of the stage, which was set up like a mini grocery store. The contestants followed, albeit more slowly.

"The first challenge is our iconic grocery shop challenge." Danny explained to the five labouring mothers. "Each of you have been given a shopping list of 7 different items. Your task is to go through our pretend supermarket, collect all the items on your list, and make it back to your podiums. You can use either a basket or the trolly to carry your items, but all items must be back here before the time is up. And remember, no matter how much you want to push, you just have to..."

"Keep that crown!" Shouts the studio audience.

"On your marks, get set.... GO!"

Niamh and Becky were first off the mark and waddled quickly towards the pretend supermarket. They both grabbed a trolly and rushed up and down the aisles of food, searching feverishly for their items. Anna and Mandy were quick to follow, and they chose the handheld basket option. Claudia, however, hadn't left her original position.

"Claudia, you need to move if you're going to collect all your items before the time runs out..." Danny tried to encourage the mum-to-be, but she was groaning loudly and gripping the podium tight.

"Ohhhhhh god. It's so low.... The pressure...." She whimpered.

"Don't push, Claudia. You've got to keep that crown!"

She staggered forward on unsteady legs and eventually reached the supermarket trolly. Barely making it down one aisle, Claudia stopped and squatted, holding on to the cart with a white-knuckled grip.

"Looks like Claudia is already pushing...that was fast. She'd better hope the baby doesn't come out any further or she's not even going to make it through the first challenge!" Danny narrates the scene whilst the camera follows each woman around the store.

Anna and Mandy were throwing items into their baskets, rushing quickly between contractions. Niamh and Becky had already got the first few items in their trolley’s. Whilst Niamh was ploughing ahead, Becky was struck by a forceful contraction and was bracing herself against an aisle. The third-time mother had one hand between her legs and she was mooing slightly under her breath.

Claudia managed to get one item in her trolley but soon gave up completely, crumpling to the floor on all fours and actively pushing her baby out. The bulge in her leggings could be seen appearing and then slipping back again.

"And Niamh is the first one back! Impressive with her twin-filled bump. She's closely followed by Anna and Mandy." Danny joined the returning mothers who were bent over and panting back at their stands. "Becky is still working her way around the store, but seems to be struggling. And- uh oh, Claudia!"

The camera cuts to Claudia on all fours by the frozen foods, the distinctive outline of a fully birthed head now protruding her clothing.

"Aaaand we have our first birth, ladies and gentlemen. Unfortunately, Claudia was not able to get through the first challenge and is now delivering her baby in aisle 3!" Danny enthusiastically announced.

The cameras kept their focus on Claudia as she pushed and pushed, but cut back to the TV host when the medical team went over to undress the birthing mother and help deliver the baby.

The sound of a baby crying filled the studio, and the show went to commercial break.

~•~

"Welcome back to Part 2 of Keep That Crown! We have four ladies left in the competition with just as many challenges still to go." Danny said while giving an award-winning smile to the camera.

"Next up is our infamous dishwasher challenge. Looking at you, Becky!" The presenter jokes and the camera cuts to the labouring mother in question. Becky is sweating and holding her extremely low baby bump and rolls her eyes.

Danny continues explaining to the audience at home. "In this challenge, our mums-to-be are tasked with unloading a dishwasher. Now, I've never been pregnant myself so at first, I didn't fully understand why this task would be a challenge. However, since working on this show, I've come to realise just how difficult it is for a heavily pregnant woman to load and unload a dishwasher. It may sound easy, folks, but this challenge has got the better of quite a few mums over the years. Not to mention our current contestant, Becky."

Danny, followed by the camera, travels across the studio to talk to the mums. "Now last time Becky, when you were birthing your second child, this was the challenge that got you. Do you think you'll fare any better tonight?" The presenter asked.

"I don't know Danny... mnghhhh... this baby is pretty desperate to- ugh!- come out." Becky's hands were holding her bump as she swayed side to side, knees dipping whenever she grunted.

"It certainly sounds that way!" Danny's eyebrows raised at the deep groans coming from this third-time-mum. "Now, if you could all make your way over to your allocated dishwashers."

Danny followed the women to the dishwasher setup and began to instruct. "Each of you has an identical dishwasher filled with crockery, cutlery and glassware. Your task is to get all the items out of the machine and stacked on top. You can start on the sound of the buzzer. Three... two... one..."

A klaxon is heard blaring across the studio and the music starts.

Each of the four contestants seemed to approach the challenge in a different way, and Danny began commentating on the challenge as it unfolded.

"First-time mums Mandy and Anna, each carrying one baby and having the smallest bumps of the group, have gone for the regular, forward bend. Mandy is attempting the bottom tray first, starting with the plates and crockery in the most cumbersome of the locations, whereas Anna has decided to tackle the glassware on the top tray, perhaps waiting to build herself up for the more difficult lower level.

"And Becky, our darling returning mum-to-be, has clearly made a strategy after last time. She's taken a new approach of kneeling on the ground beside the dishwasher, picking up plates and putting them on top of the machine. There'll be less physical movement with this choice, but whether her strategy pays off - time will tell." "And lastly we have our mum of twins Niamh. With the biggest belly, carrying two very healthy babies, doesn't have the option of the forward bend and is clearly not sure about getting down onto her knees. What is she going to do ladies and gentlemen?.... Oh, wow. That's a risky move from Niamh!"

The expectant mum of twins was rather nimbly dropping into a deep squat, her obscenely large belly hanging low between her jackknifed thighs and brushed the ground. Collecting a few plates and holding them against her bump in one arm, she pulls herself back to standing to place them above the machine. Seconds later, she's squatting again, collecting the side plates and bowls.

"Wow. Our Irish beauty Niamh is flying ahead in this challenge, but her method is risky and we have never ever seen it used successfully before." Danny's tone showed he was impressed.

Becky had managed to unload half of the bottom tray before she started to obviously struggle. Her knees slide wider on the studio floor, another contraction tightening up her bump and contorting it into a hard round ball. Bracing the tops of her thighs her hips sunk low to the ground and she grunted long and deep.

"Oh no!" Danny cried out. "Looks like Becky is pushing again. Her third baby is eager to join us."

The camera zooms in on the labouring woman; her face red and splotchy with the effort of birth. She was panting and groaning heavily, and from the low angle of the camera, the bulge in her leggings was undeniable. Shouts began to arise from the studio audience. "Don't push!" "Keep that crown!"

"Come on Becky, this challenge bested you last time- don't let it happen again! Keep that crown, mumma!" Danny encouraged.

The third time mum couldn't stop pushing, so in desperation she placed a hand between her thighs to stop the baby coming out any further. Becky grunted forcefully again into her palm and when the contraction was over and her hand removed, the head still appeared to be at a full crown inside her clothing, but was no longer moving. Becky exhaled, shook her head, and continued to remove the remaining items in her dishwasher.

"Anna is flying ahead in this challenge, closely followed by Niamh - those twins seem happy to stay in her belly." Danny observed. "...But it looks like Mandy is starting to struggle."

The soon to be mum was bent over the dishwasher, bracing her thighs and circling her hips, all thoughts of the challenge momentarily forgotten. Her heavy belly squished up tight, contracting forcefully and trying to evict its occupant. She whimpered and wailed as her baby sunk lower and lower, stretching her wide, desperate to be born.

"Uh oh, looks like she's struggling to keep that baby in. The question is.... Will she push?" Danny teased joyfully, adding drama to the already chaotic scenes.

Mandy could be seen muttering to herself under her breath.... Don't push don't push don't push... And yet her efforts were in vain, as the labouring mother soon dropped into a deep squat and bore down, groaning loudly.

"Mandy- hooooo... no! Don't p-push!!" Anna tried to encourage her fellow contestant, breathing heavily as she placed her final item on top of the dishwasher completing the challenge.

"Nnngghhhhh... I can't stop it! I'm pushing!!" Mandy cried, letting out a primal grunt. The bulge between her open legs got bigger and bigger as she pushed, the baby slipping further between her folds and into her tight leggings.

"Aaaaand Anna is the first to complete the challenge!" Danny announces loudly to the studio. "But it looks like we have yet another mother falling at the dishwasher hurdle. Mandy, that baby is almost out.... If the head comes fully out, you are out of the competition."

"Oh god! No..... it's coming out!!!!" Mandy groaned, her body working of its own accord, bearing down and pushing the giant head through her opening. The unmistakable cry of relief that followed told everyone in the studio that the baby's head had been born.

"That leaves three remaining contestants; Anna has finished the task, closely followed by Niamh. Darn, I was sure all that squatting was going to result in a birth- but well done to Niamh! Who do we have left? Oh yes, Becky." Danny smiled and walked beside the labouring mother as she tried to complete the task. "How are we doing Becky?"

"Mnnghhh!" Becky apparently could not speak, putting all her focus and energy on the two tasks - unloading the dishwasher and not birthing her baby. Her knees were wide as she knelt on the floor, the baby's head way beyond a full crown but not quite fully born. She huffed as she picked up the last remaining item, her body trembling as she reached up to place the small plate on the top of the machine, the crockery clinking as she shook whilst stretching up, desperately trying to get that final item in place and complete the challenge that had previously beaten her.

"YES!!!" She cried when the plate slipped onto the pile of clean dishes, and panted heavily with relief. Whoops and cheers rang out from the audience.

"You did it!!!! Well done Becky." Danny exclaimed. "Now, let's go to commercial break, giving our mothers a well-earned rest-" ...the sound of Mandy grunting and pushing in the background briefly interrupted the TV host... "-and also to let Mandy birth her baby girl. Be back in five, folks!"

~•~

Shortly thereafter, Danny and the contestants were lined up for the next challenge, each woman now standing in front of a wardrobe.

"Welcome back to Keep That Crown, where we've had an exciting first two rounds!" Danny announced. "Let's take a moment to check up on our contestants before we move on, shall we?"

He walked over to Anna, who was holding out strong, but definitely getting tired. She was sweating profusely and cradling her low, heavy belly.

"So, what are your thoughts on the challenges so far, Anna?" Danny asked.

"Umm...hmm." Anna muttered, obviously not focused on answering questions. "It's tough. But...hngggh...I think I can h-hold on."

"Let's hope!" Danny said, striding over to the next contestant. "And how are you feeling, Niamh?"

"Feeling good!" Niamh proclaimed, patting her belly. She was breathing heavier and a few beads of sweat could be detected on her forehead, but otherwise she was looking fine. "Ready for another round."

Danny nodded. "Well, that certainly was an impressive feat you pulled off in the last challenge!" He chuckled, then continued on to the last remaining contestant. "And, Becky..."

Becky was standing shamelessly in a somewhat bow-legged position, a massive bulge still in her leggings, as big as before and dripping fluid through her clothes. Surely she was only one small push away from birthing the head. Her whole body was practically shaking from the effort of keeping her baby in.

"...I'm just surprised that baby hasn't budged at all," Danny said frankly.

Becky grunted and her jaw clenched. "Just...get on with the- huuuhh- challenge," She grumbled, stowing one hand between her trembling thighs.

Danny returned to his side of the stage. "All right, time for round three! This one is the Dress-Up challenge. Each contestant has been provided with a wardrobe. Inside is a dress which you must change into, as if you were getting ready for your very own baby shower! Once that's complete, you'll have to return the dress and change back into your regular clothes."

The contestants gave each other exasperated looks. Getting changed is hard work for a pregnant woman even on a normal day... doing it while deep in labour was going to be tough.

"On your marks...get set...go!!" Danny hollered.

The women turned toward their wardrobes and opened them up. They each had an identical dress, with loose, thin cloth that was sure to fit their maternal bodies. Getting it on would be the hard part.

Becky grabbed the dress right away, but she looked over and saw the women next to her starting to take off their tops and bottoms. She looked over at Danny. "Uhh...do we need to strip down to our underwear for this challenge...?"

"Yes, that's usually part of getting changed..." Danny said with a chuckle. The audience laughed along with him.

Becky gulped. "Nngh...o-okay..."

Niamh had already removed her top and was shimmying her leggings down over her hips, leaving her in only a bra and panties.

Anna followed suit, but had to stop before getting her shirt over her head due to a contraction. She doubled over and groaned, gripping her belly. "Oohhh...hoo, God, I dunno if I can do this..."

Meanwhile, Becky was still looking between herself and the dress, only slowly starting to lift her shirt up as her baby's crowning head continued to burden her. It seemed the stress was getting to her.

Niamh sat her clothes off to the side and grabbed the dress. She paused for a contraction, but it barely seemed to phase her. She bent over a bit and exhaled deeply before quickly righting herself.

Anna was now struggling with getting off her leggings. She'd chosen to wear extra tight leggings, hoping they would help hold in the baby in an emergency. But now, after working up a sweat, the fabric clung to her. She was able to roll them down past her hips, but another contraction struck. She squatted just a tad, on shaky legs. "Mmmggghh come on!"

Beside her, Niamh had pulled the dress up over her head, knowing that was the only way it was fitting around her big twin bump.

Becky had only just removed her shirt. She was standing there in her bra and tented-out leggings, clutching her firm belly and muttering to herself.

"Becky?" Danny called out, not sure what was going on. "You should strip down a little quicker if you want to carry on with the challenge..."

Becky gulped again, then nodded. "O-okay..."

Anna had gotten her leggings to her ankles, but as she tried to kick them off, her belly cramped again and she fell forward onto her knees. She grimaced and cried out. "Nooooo aghhh I can feel it coming! I-I don't wanna puuush!"

"Folks, Anna says she doesn't want to push...but will her body agree?!" Danny wondered aloud. The audience focused their attention on the poor labouring woman.

Anna clenched her fists, grunting through the contraction. Now in just her panties, it was all the more clear that she was starting to bulge from the baby's head...

Suddenly, a gasp from the audience. "Wait...what's that? What's she wearing?!"

People turned their heads toward the cause of her outcry. The TV cameras pointed toward Becky, and Danny's jaw dropped when he saw what was happening.

Becky had gotten her leggings down to her knees but the act had revealed her secret weapon. Beneath her leggings and over her underwear, she was wearing a thick leather belt with material that went over her crotch.

Murmurs began to rise in the audience. "Is that... a chastity belt?" "For real? Is that allowed?"

Becky blushed, both from embarrassment and exertion.

Danny was flabbergasted. "Well, I've never seen this, folks...Becky was wearing a leather chastity belt the whole time!"

More audience comments. "Wow, how did she hide that?" "No wonder she was able to hold that baby in!"

"Now, as we know, cheating or giving yourself any unfair advantage is strictly against the rules..." Danny said solemnly. "So, I'm afraid that means I'm going to have to disqualify you from the competition, Becky."

Cameras zoomed in as tears welled in Becky's eyes. "I'm...sorry," she whimpered. "I just...wanted to win so badly this time...but- hnnnngggaaah!"

She was cut off as another contraction hit her. She fell to her knees, and it was clear she was pushing as hard as she could. But no matter how hard she pushed, the baby's head couldn't fully emerge with the leather in the way. She groaned heavily. "Gghh...but...I give up! I'm done! Someone- nngngghhh- just get this belt off of me! The baby needs to come OUT!"

The medics rushed over while the studio audience reeled from the chaos. The cameras turned back to Danny, who was still somewhat in shock. "Well, that was certainly something, folks! We have only two contestants remaining, now. Let's see how they're doing."

Neither Niamh nor Anna let themselves be too distracted by what transpired- they had more important things to focus on. Niamh had fully put on her dress and was taking a minute to pose in it for the cameras. Anna had resisted the urge to push for the time being, and was now grabbing her own dress. She adorned it in a very stiff manner, trying not to move around too much and risk wanting to bear down again.

Niamh removed her dress with ease, but as she was reaching for her original clothes again, a contraction gripped her. This time, she leaned against her wardrobe and groaned, rubbing her belly. She turned her head down and winced, and it looked like she may have finally been starting to falter.

"What are you feeling, Niamh?" Danny asked, trying to sound engaged again after the previous incident. "Hang on, you're almost there!"

"Mmghh...not pushing yet, Danny!" Niamh said, returning to her confident demeanour. She grabbed her clothes and stood back up fully.

Anna had gotten her dress on, but was hunched over again, cradling her swell. "Hooo...gghh...it wants to come out...s-so bad..." She glanced over at Danny. "Can I just...nngggh...keep the dress on?"

"The challenge isn't complete until you change back into your regular clothes!" Danny insisted. Anna groaned and began trying to strip the dress off.

Niamh was once more working at a surprisingly fast pace. With her dress cast aside, she was able to quickly get her clothes back on. It took a bit of time to wrestle her shirt back over her big bump, but once it was on, she raised her arms in victory. The audience cheered.

"It looks like Niamh has completed the challenge! That just leaves Anna- will she make it?" Danny announced.

Anna now had her shirt back on and was gripping her leggings in one hand, but she was riding through another contraction. She leaned on her arms against the wardrobe, her hips angled back.

"Ooohh...ooh, no, baby...nnggghh!" The labouring woman moaned. She tensed up, and her panties bulged out just slightly. The baby was starting to crown. "Guh...I just...gotta get these leggings back on..."

After a few rounds together and only two contestants left, the audience was getting invested. They began to chant, "Go! Go! Keep that crown!"

Mustering her strength, Anna bent down and started to put on her leggings. She was sweating, and it took a great deal of effort to pull the fabric up around her shaky legs. She grunted and panted, trying to keep her legs together long enough to get the leggings over her thighs and hips, even though she desperately wanted to spread them and push.

After a couple minutes of struggle, Anna was finally able to hike her leggings up tight around her waist. She felt between her legs and gave a small sigh of relief, knowing that there was more of a barrier over the emerging head now.

Danny clapped along with the audience. "Well done, Anna! That's round three done. Let's take a quick break and set up for the fourth challenge!"

~•~

“Welcome back to Keep That Crown.” Danny said straight to camera with his best showbiz smile. “If you are just joining us you have missed one hell of an episode so far; three babies born, a set of twins still on the way and our first case of cheating by chastity belt. You certainly won’t get all that on any other show!” 

The camera zooms out and reveals Danny is standing between two heavily pregnant women. “We have two mums-to-be left in the competition - the lovely Anna on my left, expecting a little boy, and the incredible Niamh on my right, who is carrying twins. Now girls, we’re over half-way through the competition now and it’s just the two of you left. How are you feeling Anna?” 

Standing behind her podium Anna pants heavily, her face flushed, gripping her belly and forcing a smile. “It’s— it’s definitely getting tougher. Hooooo… it’s so hard not to p-push….” Her feeble voice whimpers with another contraction and Danny takes the cue and turns his attention to Niamh. 

“And Niamh, you have been storming through these challenges, and you are carrying two babies in there.” He nods and pats Niamh’s obscenely large belly drooping from her hips. “Have you been struggling to resist the urges to push as well?” 

“Well having two of them in there certainly adds a level of difficulty but… mnnnhhh… it’s been okay so far. Just need to breathe through those u-urges…” Niamh’s confident words ring out across the studio but her knees bend subtly, her hands cupping the underside of her gravid swell as one of the baby’s head sinks and presses even lower. 

“There are two more challenges to go. Let’s hope you both can make it through round four. For this challenge each of you will be given a baby doll, your task will be to change the baby’s nappy, dress the baby, and get them into the pram. Don’t worry Niamh, unlike real life you don’t have to do this twice. You each get one baby.” 

The Irish mum laughed through gritted teeth, trying to keep her cool through the increasing contractions. 

“If you two lovely ladies follow me.” Danny instructed, walking the labouring mothers to a new corner of the television studio. Both mothers were walking more and more bow-legged by the minute, but followed silently behind the host. 

“As you can see there are three parts to this challenge; nappy change, dressing baby, and the pram. And I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking “Oh but Danny, you’ve forgotten to set up the prams” but we haven’t.” The TV host smirked to the camera and the audience at home. “Prams these days are so nifty, collapsing into the smallest space to fit easily into the boot of your cars. You will have to work out how to open the pram in order to safely strap your baby doll into the seat.” 

Niamh nodded in understanding, her eyes already analysing the pram in question and its potential latches. Anna meanwhile looked hesitant, nervous, holding her belly and swaying her hips in rapid movements to try and alleviate the relentless pressure between them. 

“Right, Anna you stand here. And Niamh you stand here.” Danny ushered the labouring women to their respective stations for the challenge. “Any questions?” 

“C-can we get any h-help with the pram? Like a partner?” Anna stuttered, trying to steady her breath and her spasming womb. 

“I’m afraid no help is allowed. You have to do all parts of this challenge by yourself. And you can’t leave the baby on the changing mat when you set up the pram, they could roll off, so you must carry them and put them in the pram.” 

Anna paled briefly, looking like she might faint or throw up. 

“On your marks… get set… go!!” Danny cheered and the tense but upbeat music of the challenge sounded around the studio. 

It was neck-and-neck through the first part of the challenge, with both Niamh and Anna confidentially removing the nappy from the toy baby and wrapping a new one over the bottom half of the doll. They weren’t competing for the quickest time, they just had to complete the challenge from start to finish, but even without the time pressure the urgency was clear from the expressions of both women. They wanted this challenge done so they could be one step closer to birthing their babies. 

Unsurprisingly, Niamh finished the nappy change first. The Irish mother was already an audience favourite and steaming ahead in this game. However, before she could pick up the baby clothes to dress the doll her eyes suddenly widened and she curled forward over her large twin-filled belly, gripping the edge of the wooden change table in a death grip. 

“Mmmghhh— oh god!!!!” Niamh groaned loudly as her belly visibly contracted and squashed her babies lower towards their exit. “Fuck…. I can f-feel a head….hoohoohoo…” 

“Oh no, looks like our fan-favourite is starting to struggle.” Danny said excitedly. 

Groaning deeply. Niamh squeezed her grip on the changing table and screwed her eyes shut. “Nngh—! The pressure—” the Irish mother grunted and her knees dipped and widened. 

Seeing her competition struggling, Anna bit her lip through the contraction and quickly pulled the clothing onto her doll and finished the first and second part of the challenge in rapid time. As she stepped towards the pram, the toy baby in arms, it was clear that Anna was racing against more than just her competitor. Her hand lowered, trembling with the effort of denying her instincts, and felt the partially crowned head. “Come on baby…. Just a little bit longer.” Her quiet words to her child were picked up on the microphone and an encouraging cheer erupted from the audience. 

With one arm holding the fake baby, Anna had to work out how to open the pram single-handed. Huffing her way through contractions, red-faced and sweating, Anna pulled and twisted the handle but the pram remained in its collapsed state. 

Niamh meanwhile had survived the aggressive contraction but in her desperation had clamped a hand between her thighs to try and keep herself from pushing. She was now attempting to dress the baby one-handed which wasn’t very successful. 

“Niamh, you’re going to have to work with both hands if you want to keep your winning streak.” Danny said to the contestant over the audience's cheers. 

“But— but it feels like the baby is slipping o-out….” Niamh was frazzled, overcome with the sensations of birth and her cool confidence was fast unravelling. 

“Uh oh— Niamh says the baby is slipping out. What does she need to do ladies and gentlemen?” Danny asked the excitable studio audience who responded with a chorus of “KEEP THAT CROWN!” 

“Ooohhhhhh…. Danny!!! The pram… it just w-won’t o-open!!!!” Anna shouted and the camera pans around to find her on her knees beside the collapsed contraption. The doll was wedged in an elbow so she could use both hands and she was frustratingly pulling and squeezing and twisting every inch of the pram trying desperately to unlock and open it. 

“They do open Anna. They just have a little… knack to them.” Danny winked at the camera before it panned out to show both women struggling to open their prams while simultaneously crowning with their unborn babies. 

“Jesus, who the fuck designed this thing?!” Niamh cursed as she pulled the handle expecting it to expand but grunted with frustration when it didn’t. The Irish mum-to-be had stuffed the toy doll down her top after dressing it, wedging it under her shirt between her breasts and belly in order to use both hands on the final part of this challenge. 

“Ohhhhh god… this baby wants o-ouuttt….” Anna rocked on hands and knees, momentarily abandoning her pram and putting all her efforts into not giving birth. 

Niamh wasn’t looking much better, grunting and occasionally placing her hands between her thighs when her body automatically pushed. 

“This is going to be a close one ladies and gentlemen. Looks like both Anna and Niamh are pushing and it’s going to be a battle of willpower to see who makes it through this challenge.” 

“Mmngghhh….. no— don’t come out—!” Anna grunted, pulling the waistband of her leggings up and making the fabric taut and unforgiving at the crotch, creating a barrier against the emerging head. 

“Oh! Oh! I’ve got it!!” Niamh cried, finding the switch that when pressed allowed the pram to fully expand. “Anna… it’s on the left, by the l-logo…” Niamh panted as she pulled the fake baby out from under her top and almost threw it into the seat, quickly buckling the baby into the straps and clamping her hands between her thighs once more before the next contraction could strike. 

Anna scrambled on her knees, searching for the latch Niamh had mentioned. The pressure between her hips was building, the baby certainly at a full crown in her underwear. “Ohhhh god…. I need to push….” Rocking on her knees Anna flailed her hands over the pram and with a cry of relief found the button and the pram popped open. Placing her fake baby in the seat and buckling it in, tears fell from Anna’s eyes as she trembled against the raging waves of her labour. 

“Wow! Excellent work ladies; you have both completed the fourth challenge.” Danny announced, genuinely impressed that both contestants were still in the game. “Let’s take a quick break and we will be back with the fifth and final challenge. Who will keep that crown, and who will fall at the last hurdle? See you in five!” 

~•~

“Welcome back to the final part of Keep That Crown, the only game show that’ll have you pushing babies instead of buttons. As you may have guessed, we are getting in the Christmas spirit for the fifth and final challenge.” Danny wiggles his head slightly and the camera pans out to reveal a red and white Santa hat on top of his perfectly styled hair. “We decided to change things up as the holiday season approaches and we have a festive final challenge for you this week. Don’t worry folks, it is a relatively simple task, but… doing it whilst deep in the throes of labour?…” The wide and wicked grin from the TV presenter shines bright across the studio right into the television screens to all the people at home. “This may be our toughest challenge to date.”

As Danny continued talking to the camera the distinctive sounds of groaning and heavy breathing in the background grew louder. Danny walks across the studio, followed by the camera, and stands beside the two remaining contestants who were both now dressed up as Mrs Santa Claus. In hourglass silhouettes, the red velvet cinched at the waist but stretched tight across their pregnant bellies, the hem finished with luscious white fur. The dresses were short, barely covering their hips, allowing a clear view of the tight leggings underneath. Niamh’s hands were still clamped between her thighs as she sweated profusely, panting erratically. While Anna was groaning, her hands splayed wide across the velvet surface of her belly as if she could just hold the baby inside. 

“Ladies, I see you’re both dressed for the season.” Danny said cheerfully but his enthusiasm was not reciprocated. Anna’s face was blotchy and flushed as she held back her urges, sweat rolling down the side of her cheeks. Whereas Niamh looked fiery and frustrated, her knees dipping every few seconds, hands clamped firm at her crotch as she gritted “Get-on-with-it-!” 

Danny put his hands up in mock-surrender “Okay, okay. Let’s get on with the final task…. The Christmas Tree challenge!” In a corner of the studio there were two large Christmas trees, over 10ft in height, and both were completely bare. Beside each tree was a box filled with all manner of decorations from lights and tinsel, to beads and baubles. “Niamh, Anna, your challenge is simple; to decorate the Christmas tree. Your Christmas trees must be completely decorated, from the lowest branches all the way to the highest. Your tree must have at least 3 different types of decorations and it must have the star on the very top.” 

Two assistants on the show briefly came into shot, each placing a step ladder beside the trees and promptly running off stage. The ladders were clearly for the women to use in order to get to the very top of the Christmas tree. Anna visibly gulped with fear, while Niamh was staring at the floor very obviously pushing against her hand. 

“I would usually speak with each of you before the challenge, but erm, I’m guessing neither of you are up for chit chat..?” Danny asked with a laugh and got a grunting response from the Irish mother-to-be. “Okay then. Let’s dive into the challenge. On your marks, get set, GO!” 

Immediately Niamh waddled bow-legged and determined towards her tree, carefully removing one hand from between her legs and grabbing the set of Christmas lights from her box. Staggering side to side around the large tree, the labouring woman tossed sections of the lights with reckless abandon onto the different branches of the pine tree. Round and around she went adding the white lights up the tree but when she reached shoulder height she looked nervously up at the top of the tree, knowing what had to be done next. Niamh stood at the bottom of the step-ladder, gripping it tight with one fist while the other remained firm between her legs. She paused, waiting for the miniscule gap between contractions, before taking a hesitant step up the ladder. 

Meanwhile Anna seemed to be struggling to put one foot in front of the other, her head was dipped low as she held her large bump and breathed heavily. She tried to move but a squeaking whimper came out instead. 

“Come on Anna, you’re so close, don’t give up now.” Danny tried to encourage. 

“Oooohhh… I can’t— move—” Anna said with a fearful whine. 

Danny watched her struggle for a few seconds before taking pity on the girl and wrapped a supportive arm around her waist. “Come on, love. Let’s get you to your tree.” Angry voices came through the presenter’s earpiece as he then yelled to someone off screen “I’m just helping her get to the challenge, that’s all!” 

When they reached her designated challenge area, Anna gripped onto the step ladder, her wide legs trembling with the effort of not giving birth. “I can’t help you anymore sweetheart, but you’re so close. You can do this.” Danny encouraged quietly. Anna nodded, breathing deeply, preparing herself for the final hurdle. Then she abruptly let go of the ladder and dived into the decorations box grabbing as much as she could carry and unceremoniously whacking the decorations along the bottom branches of the tree. 

The Irish mother-to-be was now halfway up the step ladder trying to throw the Christmas lights around the top few branches of the tree. With a final effort she rose up onto her tiptoes and leant forward, lassoing the lights over the very top. The movement came with a price as a split second later the microphone caught her sharp gasp and the camera showed a clear bulge protruding between her thighs, her hand quickly moved to clamp hard against her crotch. 

“Niamh….” Danny’s words were jokingly stern as he stood beneath her ladder. “Was that a head poking through?” 

“No! Nnnghh— of course not. Still-ohhhh-very much c-crowning Danny!” She gritted loudly with a slight hiss through her teeth. 

“Good girl, remember to Keep That Crown!” Danny said, getting the audience to join in, everyone soon chanting the show’s iconic catchphrase. 

Over by the other tree, Anna had thrown all manner of decorations onto the bottom half of the pine tree. There was no style or strategy, the labouring woman frantically grabbing and hooking any decoration she could find onto the spindly branches. Sweat was dripping down her face and she took a breather at the decoration table, wiping her brow with the thick soft velvet of the sleeve of her festive costume. Anna lowered a hand between her legs, her eyes pinching hesitantly as she felt the crown of her baby’s head just inside her clothing. 

“Stay there little guy.” She whispered, exhausted but determined. 

“Anna, how are you getting on, sweetheart?” Danny asked, out of shot of the camera but carefully watching and narrating the scene to the audience at home.  

“I’m— ohhhhhh— hanging in there. And…I’ve got an idea…” Anna said aloud, then surprisingly picked up the whole plastic box of decorations and carried it over and up the step ladder. 

Gasps could be heard from the studio audience, impressed at her stamina and strength. Niamh looked up, worried at the reaction from the audience, and tried to look over at her competitor but couldn’t see past the thick branches of the tree. 

Higher and higher Anna climbed, the box wedged into the curve of her waist beneath her outstretched arm. Then, upon reaching the top of the ladder, she loudly dumped the decorations on the top step. The labouring woman proceeded to stand half-way up the ladder, picking up each item from the box and hanging it onto a branch. Her mis-mash of decorations meant she was already meeting the criteria of the task - to have at least three different types of decorations. Whereas her competitor Niamh, having chosen to add lights, meant she was having to go around the whole tree again to add the decorations. 

The tension in the studio could be cut with a knife, both women evenly matched in their birthing progress, but Anna was taking a surprisingly clear lead in completing the challenge. 

“It's neck-a-neck on this final challenge folks, but who will come out victorious? Can both Anna and Niamh hold off from giving birth just that little bit longer…. Or will they fall at the final hurdle?”  Danny riled up the studio audience who had started chanting support for their favourite contestant. 

Anna was getting higher up the step ladder, getting closer and closer to finishing the challenge. But Niamh was faltering. Badly. She was still on the ground, trying painfully slowly to add decorations to the bottom half of the tree. To the camera she was partially hidden behind the thick branches of the Christmas tree, the odd flash of red and white from her costume coming in and out of view. Her deep, rumbling groans and grunts could be heard over the speakers, because even though she was hidden, the microphone she wore captured everything… 

“nnnghhh—!! No! Don’t— gggrhhh—” the rough husky voice of the Irish mother-to-be echoed around the studio. 

The flash of red velvet behind the tree appeared to be sinking lower and lower, heading towards the ground. Danny, wide eyed, rushed over and beckoned the cameras to follow. 

“Oh…. Niamh….” Danny said as the camera showed everyone in the audience and at home the impending mother of twins. 

Down on her knees, Niamh braced her thighs with both hands, her whole body trembling. Her ass was raised up off her heels and the round shape of a baby’s head was forming under her leggings as she pushed. 

“Nnnnghhh—!!! It’s coming out—!!!!!” Niamh wailed, and then collapsed forwards onto her hands with a cry of relief when the head, very evidently, was born. 

“That’s it folks, our fan favourite is now out of the competition.” Danny said brightly to the camera, before adding “Niamh, you should be very proud. You did amazing. You’ve set the bar extremely high for any other twin pregnancies that’s for sure.” 

Niamh remained curled over on all fours, panting as she caught her breath, the medics rushing onto the studio floor to help her deliver her twins. The camera cuts back to Danny, who strolls between the Christmas trees talking to the audience. 

“So, that leaves us with one mother-to-be left in the competition. Anna,” he called up the ladder to the last woman standing “if you can finish this challenge, you’ve done it.” 

Anna was all the way up the ladder at this point, riffling through the box of decorations and throwing them haphazardly on the top few branches of the tree. The audience cheered and yelled, supporting and encouraging the last remaining contestant as she struggled through the final hurdle. She sagged against the ladder when the decorations were done, heaving deep breaths and gripping the ladder for dear life. When she started to descend the step ladder, Danny interrupted urgently. 

“No! Anna, you still need to add the star at the top!!”

Anna looked like she was about to cry, or scream at him. Her whole body was trembling with the effort of not giving birth, the constant low rumblings from her chest as she fought the back to back contractions. With quaking hands she rummaged through the box, trying to find the star as quickly as she could. Every now and then she’d grunt involuntarily, resulting in tense gasps from the audience, the camera zooming in on her closely. 

“Come on Anna, find that star! You can do it!” Danny yelled up the ladder. She held it proudly in the air when her hands found the glittery item and proceeded to step to the very top of the ladder. As she reached the top she fiercely threw the box of decorations to the floor to stand right on the highest step. 

The whole studio was silent, breaths collectively held as they watched the labouring woman atop the ladder, stretching,  reaching up and up and up, straining to get the star on the very top of the tree. 

A wild cheer erupted as the decoration was put into its rightful place and Danny announced loudly; “YOU DID IT! Anna, you did it!! You’ve won £100,000!” 

Anna didn’t even make it back to the ground before she was actively pushing and the head came out before her feet even touched the floor. 

[donotpush]

Fpreg, clothing birth

Car / Phone Call / Highway

Car / Phone Call / Highway

"Stop! Pull over!" Shania cried from the backseat "Stop the car!"

"We're in the middle of the highway, I can't just... pull over!" he replied, his fingers tightening around the phone. "Just don't push!"

God, what was the need to scream? He needed to focus on the bloody road. He needed to focus on the bloody road to make it to the hospital so Shania wouldn't mess up the bloody seating.

"Hello, sir? Are you still there?" the dispatcher called, "Hello?"

"Yes, we're here, we're..."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Shania whimpered from the back, her fingers digging into her seatbelt, knuckles turning white as she felt the head coming down. "I can't- ughn, can't!"

"Did her water break yet?" the dispatcher asked, voice eerily calm.

He wondered if the dispatcher could hear all the commotion in the car. Did Shania's water break? Yes? He wasn't sure. It did, right? Before they left the house? Yes, probably.

"Huh..." he hummed, "Y..yeah. Yes, yes it did?"

He was in a dangerous situation, his attention scattered between the highway, the phone call, and Shania's leg kicking the driver seat (and her screams).

"Alright, an ambulance is on the way to you, sir," the dispatcher said. "We need you to pull over and find a safe place. Remind her to breathe, and remain calm..."

"You need to breathe," he said, "Shania, breathe."

"I'm not breathing!" she whined, "I'm pushing!"

Shania's feet kicked against the driver's seat from the back. He turned his attention from the road in front of him, the voice of the dispatcher becoming a distant buzzing in the background as his eyes drafted to the rearview mirror.  

In the back seat, legs spread open with one leg propped on the seat, the other on the front seat, Shania's underwear was long forgotten on the car floor. Between her legs, the baby's head was crowning, a hairy bulge growing by the second between her lips.

"I can't hold it in, it's coming!" Shania moaned, her fingers gripping at the fabric of her dress and pulling it over, giving him an even better view of the head of his son coming out. "Gotta push!"

"Uh..." he breathed, turning his attention back to the road and to the dispatcher. "So, her water definitely broke already."