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hands on her belly during a contraction
Me in this long winter that I cannot go out, and my baby still cannot come out.
I wish this video was longer but hereâs a short clip of a mom having contractions and pushing making the hottest and most turn on-y noise ever!
Born to be orgasming through the teardrop and into a crown. Forced to be normal
Kevin's hand shot away from his hip and grabbed hold tight to the back of the couple's sofa. This was no time to worry about politeness, grace, or care. His body had work to do. All he could do was hold on, cry, scream, wail â anything he needed to get through the pain he was suffering as a passenger.Â
"you're doing so good", Sarah offered through the cacophony of moans and groans.Â
Finally, the consistently growing pain reached its peak and began to retreat back to the dark hole it emerged from. At least for now. Behind Sarah, Jane watched with a fierce intensity, her eyes locked on Kevin and her hands clamped over her ears.Â
This was a moment they had waited on for ears. They had hoped for it for so long, prayed that it would one day happen, and celebrated ferociously when it finally did. None of that made this event, this night, or this amazing gift any easier to bear in the moment, however.
The kind young midwife attending the birth came back to Kevin's side as the last of the contraction tailed off. Without a word, she hurriedly poked at his abdomen with a blunt plastic instrument and looked to the monitor attached to its cord. The room was filled again with another wave of noise, though this time it was the soothing and familiar thwump-thwump-thwump of the baby's heart rate as it waited to be delivered.
Jane dropped her hands away from her ears and fixed her eyes on Sarah again. "Soon," she mouthed silently to her. Sarah smiled in return.Â
"Baby's not far away now, I'd say next couple of contractions we're going to think about pushing," the Midwife told Kevin." Let's think about getting these shorts off and we'll make you a little more comfortable,"
Kevin agreed, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and sliding down his long baggy athletic shorts. Both Jane and Sarah turned away for the undressing. Neither were sure if they should turn back now, or wait a while longer. I mean, who's to say what's polite in a situation like this? They were both grateful to Kerry who broke the tension with further instructions.
"That's good, we'll just put these to the side for now," she began examining the evident drop in Kevin's belly. "Good, good. Now â are you happy for the parents to watch, or do you want me to tell them when the head is out?"
"Anything's fine, whatever they want" Kevin whispered with his eyes closed and his head hung low towards his stomach. Another contraction was bearing down on him fast, he was exhausted, and the agony never seemed to fully dispel between one set of pains and the next. Yet, here he was standing naked in the living room of two semi-strangers he barely even knew. He hardly felt in a position to make demands.Â
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhh," he howled again, gripping hold of the sofa, opening his hips, urging the head to come down and get out, fast.
Sarah had turned around again but kept her gaze averted to the nearest wall. She knew she'd have to look as the head made its way out but it all felt so impersonal, and impolite. In contrast, Jane was transfixed.
She had always been fascinated by the process of pregnancy and birth. Especially birth. Something about that incredible transformation fascinated her. And the wretched agony of delivery that had to be endured. It was raw and primal, surreal and somehow so incredibly natural too.
She wanted to be there, even just for a second. She wanted to know what it was to be in such wretched agony, to put herself there by choice, and know that there's no other way out but through. She imagined knowing that the only way out was through a much greater agony and effort must have been such an unimaginable torture she had to know what it was like.
For years she had bemoaned the laws of nature that said she wouldn't ever be able to give birth herself. She would never feel that pain, make those incredible efforts, or gush in the unimaginable relief that it was all suddenly over.
She felt so incredibly fortunate that she was getting to be a part of the experience. For a long time, she had wondered if it was really going to come true. Now it was. She was witnessing the birth of their own baby boy.
Kevin broke her trance with a sudden gasp and a jolt as he lowered into a squatting position. Jane was alarmed, it looked so painful and so urgent that he struggled just to control his breath. She shot a look to the midwife, expecting to see her somehow jump into action but she was as relaxed as she'd ever seen her.Â
"Ahhh," Kevin gasped between loaded breaths. "I can feel him, he's right there, he's.right.there!"
"Yup, good! It won't be long," Kerry said with a despicably cheery tone.Â
For the first time, he could feel the weight of the head as it barrelled into his cervix and tried in vain to squeeze its way into the shaft of his cock. He was in transition. Having dreaded this moment for so many months it was finally here and now he felt unprepared. He didn't know whether to cry, push, or scream. He wanted all three.
In this crisis moment, Sarah went to his side with care and compassion. She placed his free hand around her shoulders and her own arm around his back where she rubbed long, gentle circles.
"You're doing good, so good!" she murmured into his chest. "You're amazing, you've got this,"
Kevin's eyes shot to the heavens again as another contraction bore down on him. Now, he could feel more than pain alone as it shifted and pressed on the baby inside of him and brought it further down toward his pelvis. It was agony. Yet, somehow worse than the agony he was enduring was the humiliation he was fighting to avoid.
With every ounce of pressure, another squeeze of power came bearing down against his prostate. While he knew that it was inevitable, occurring in more than 80% of deliveries according to his research, it didn't make it any easier when the time came.
Time after time the head rode down and crashed into this sensitive organ with an ever-building pressure that tormented and toyed with him. Standing in the middle of the room, holding on to Sarah for support, he cursed his body silently as his flaccid cock grew swollen and erect in front of the three women.
"urghhhh, arghhhhh," he groaned, looking down. "I'm... I'm sorry,"
"Nonsense," Kerry replied, waving her hand through the air.
"No, it's fine," Sarah whispered to him. "You're ok, It's natural,"
She smiled, resting her hand on his low-hanging belly. She could feel the embers of the last contraction continue to ripple and spasm, shifting one way and then another as it conspired to bring her baby down.
However, Kevin couldn't relax into these agonizing contractions in the way he had before. The pulsing pounding pressure that they railed onto his prostate was sending him careening down a path he didn't want to follow â even if he knew it was inevitable.Â
With every pulse and movement his cock throbbed harder and with more intensity than it had before before. It was agonizingly strong, yet, a welcome relief from the exhausting monotony of never-ending pain. For another second his eyes rolled back in his head as he relished the moment. He could live in this moment forever if only he was alone. Then, he snapped back out of it. He wasn't alone and he had no idea what he should do.
He thought about asking the couple to step outside the room. It would only be for a few seconds, minutes at most, just until the final phase of transition had passed. But to send someone out of the room in their own home? It felt so unbearably hostile. Besides, this was their birth as much as it was his.Â
Then again, when he had been asked to be a surrogate for a young lesbian couple, he could have hardly envisaged standing between them in their very own home fighting every bodily urge not to cum. Had they? He hoped they'd prepared, perhaps even researched at least as half as much as he had. But whether they had or they hadn't, he hoped they could ready themselves fast because he was quickly losing the fight.Â
"uhhhrhhh, ummmm , ahhhhhhhrhghh," Kevin groaned and moaned as Sarah held him firm. He gripped back just as hard as another round of contractions heaved through his body and a familiar wave of energy reared its beautiful head. This time, he knew there was no stopping it.
Kerry sprung into action with an instinct that bordered on a sixth sense â putting down mats and sheets that covered the surrounding area.
"Huuuuuhhhh, Huuuuuuh, Hoooooooaaaaaa," Kevin panted and groaned in a loud booming voice that filled the room. This time, Jane didn't cover her ears but instead watched transfixed as Kevin fought through sensations she wondered if she could handle.
Again his cock throbbed and shifted, this time in more exaggerated motions. "Huuuuh, hmmmmm, oh. my. god." he clenched his fists hard until his knuckles went tight, his toes scrunched under his feet and his breath stopped save for select labored gasps that escaped from his lips. "Ohmygod, I'm ah ahhh ahhh, I'M GOINGTO, YESSS, urghhhhhhhmmmmmmnggggggg,"
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Birth denial, but make it eggs. Iâm obsessed with the idea of struggling for hours to force out the first of many eggs, but either my legs are tied shut by the being that laid them in me, or I canât get my tight clothes off. I just love the idea of pushing through each contraction and feeling the first egg RIGHT THERE and feeling it bulge out slightly with each push, but it ends up sliding back in as soon as I let up because it canât go any further.
Jacob knows as soon as he wakes to an empty bed that today is the day.
He gets up immediately, quickly finding his robe and slipper and going in search of his mate. They'd been preparing for weeks, ever since Thiago had mentioned he thought he may be pregnant. His belly had rounded out quickly, swelling full and heavy as the days passed.
Jacob checks the normal places the man had considered for their nest - the couch, the closet, the pantry. They've prepared all these places for delivery in case Thiago had chosen to labor there.
But each place is Thiago-less, despite there being evidence he had been there. The blankets on the couch are in disarray, a pile of clothing pulled from their hangers and made into a half-hearted attempt at a nest, and the portable nightlight theyd placed in the pantry was on.
There's one more place that Thiago could be, and Jacob isn't at all surprised to find him there.
He creeps into the laundry room quietly, careful not to disturb his lover as he shifts around in his nest of old blankets and clothing in the corner of the room.
A light sheen of sweat is glistening on his skin, his thick black hair tied back as he lays on his side, palming softly at his heavy belly. His eyes are heavily lidded, flicking up in Jacob's direction as he steps into the room.
Jacob tiptoes across the room, knowing good and well not to enter the nest without Thiago's permission. Instead, he settles on his knees outside the nest, watching in quiet trepidation as his mate lifts his head to look at him.
His eyes are still heavily lidded, a hazy look in his eyes that leads Jacob to believe that they might not have very long at all before he begins birthing. He pets gently at his hair, a hand slipping down to hold his side as Thiago scoots a little closer to him in the nest.
"Is it gonna be soon?" He asks softly, feeling their litter shifting low inside Thiago's heavy belly.
The doctor had said at least four, an average for Thiago by now. This was his sixth litter in as many years, and by this point they'd learned what to expect when the time came.
His waters haven't broken, that much is evident by the lack of mess in the nest, but the contractions are certainly close enough together for Jacob to assume he's in active labour by now.
Thiago nods shakily, shifting his hips in discomfort as something rolled under Jacob's hand, preparing for delivery. They were low in his belly, slotting up for the next part of this journey.
"They're low-" He murmurs, laying his head back down on the side of the nest and stretching his back out, "Any minute now, I think."
And indeed, as the words heave his mouth his sides draw tight, his stomach contracting harshly enough that its visible to both of them. Thiago closes his eyes, panting through his open mouth as his sides heave. Jacob feels the pressure begin to build, pulling at his partner from the inside as he continues to pant rapidly.
His legs stretch out, extended fully as the contraction peaks, his body stiffens. He grimaced suddenly, a grunt escaping him when something changed inside him.
Jacob immediately knows what just happened, especially when a moment later Thiago begins to arch his back, his leg instinctively bending and planting flat on the ground as the first of their litter began pressing its way down inside of him.
It gives Jacob the perfect view of his swollen pussy from this angle, the barest hint of a bulge beginning to form at the junction of his hips and pelvis.
Thiago spends the next few contractions in this position, leg held open as his belly heaves and tightens above it. The baby sinks lower and lower, the defined shape of the mass steadily bulging him out until it reaches his lips.
It sits there for a moment, looking so heavy and round inside of Thiago while the rest of the litter contine to make their way down. Thiago pants and whines, his thighs shaking and his breath coming in rapid puffs as his instincts begin to take over.
"Oh- it's right there." He grits out, teeth gnashing as he rocks his hips, thigh shaking from being held open.
Jacob nods, watching intently as Thiago squeezes his eyes shut and starts panting again, the bulge between his legs starting to come down low enough that its fully pressed against his slit.
The bulge looks big, his lips just barely managing to hold it back. Jacob wants to reach out and touch, but knows not to yet. Thiago will ask for help if he needs it, so Jacob sticks with stroking the heaving side of his pregnant belly and softly petting his hair, cooing soft affirmations to his laboring mate.
It's not long before he's grunting, shifting his legs apart even further and resting a hand on the side of his globe of a stomach that's spilling out heavily across the nest in front of him.
Thiago pants rapidly, still clutching at his belly with one hand when his back arches, and he draws up one leg so that his hips are open wide.
Jacob watches in amazement as his lips part, his bags of waters bulging from his slit in an amazing way that always humbles Jacob every single time he sees it.
"Oh god, my waters -" Thiago groans out as he tries to snake a hand around his heavy belly to feel his slick, open hole, "My waters are coming out!"
He can't quite reach around his heavy belly to feel, but for a split second, his fingers press against the bag that's now ruthlessly holding him open. He pushes against it, trying to release some of the pressure that's coming from being split open like he is.
"You're doing so good," Jacob murmurs softly to him when he relaxes slightly, "So good, baby, you're stretching so well for me."
Thiago only gives a soft flick of his ear to indicate hes heard Jacob, instead sinking back down against the edge of the nest and shifting and squirming to get himself comfortable.
Its a fools errand, and they both know it. For Thiago, there's no escaping the pressure and pain of birth until he's... well, birthed. But he does move around a good bit in between the contractions, pausing only to arch his back and push the bag of waters further out of him.
It's during one attempt to move that something changes once again.
Jacob has taken to sitting cross-legged outside the nest, just watching Thiago do his thing, when suddenly he all but spins around, crawling forward on all fours before flopping down roughly with his back to Jacob.
He draws his leg up again as hed done before, and Jacob watches with rapt attention as he begins to push. This time, the contraction seems to pull tighter, the muscles in his glute and back pulling tight as Thiago suddenly lets out a guttural moan and pushes desperately.
He lows desperately as his cunt stretched into a perfect O around the bulge that's now pushed out into the world. Thiago yowls as his waters spread him wide, his legs kicking and straightening as he bears down instinctively to get the baby out.
And then suddenly he manages to toss his hand behind him, slipping down between his legs and cupping his own waters. Thiago lets out a hiccupy groan as he wriggles his hips just slightly, then begins to push again.
He's only just beginning to bear down, his sides drawing in, when suddenly his bags burst in his hands, shooting out of him and spraying against his palm in an arch.
"Oh fuck, Jacob, the water broke! I'm about to-" He gasps and grunts, sides heaving as his cunt begins to bulge outward again- this time with the head of their baby, "I'm about to... oohhhhh!"
He flops back against the nest, still on his side as his legs go straight out when the head slots into place and begins to part his cunt.
Jacob sits up further, watching over Thiago's side as he shakes and cries out, the head rapidly slipping forward and then sinking back in when the man pauses to pant harshly.
Theres no time between contractions now; his mate sucks in a few rapid breaths then gives a few rapid pushes as the head continues to slide forward.
Its not until its well and truly splitting his cunt apart that Thiago begins to get a bit more desperate, twisting and kicking out his legs as it comes closer to crowning.
Jacob manages to scoot himself down to the side of the nest, settled between his mates' legs. He brings a hand up to push at the inside of Thiago's left leg, holding it and back.
He has another perfect view of his pussy like this, flushed and leaking as it spreads wide around the top of their baby's head.
It's incredible, Jacob thinks. Even after doing this so many times, it's amazing to see his mate birth their litters.
"Oh, love, you look so beautiful like this." Jacob whispers in revelry, his thumb stroking over the soft skin of his thigh, "Come on, push that baby out."
Thiago lets out a half sob, half moan as he grabs hold of the side of the nest, his fingers clawing at the fabric as he tucks his chin to his chest and bears down. The babyâs head pushes forward again, centimeter by centimeter slipping out until finally - finally - the head comes to its widest part.
"Ohhhmmmygodddd!" Thiago shrieks, throwing both hands down between his spread legs to cup the head, "It's crowning!"
His cunt is stretched so tight around the head that for a split second Jacob worries that he'll tear.
He never had before, and this baby wasn't any larger than they usually were, but there was just something about his lips clung to the curve, a perfect moon of dark hair keeping his mate wrenched open around it, that made a spark of worry in him.
"Easy, easy baby -" He hummed, pressing his hands overtop of Thiago's to cup the head, "Let it come."
"It's already coming!" Thiago cried balefuly, his hips pushing down into their entwined hands as his belly tightened again, "Oh god, l have to birth it!"
"Slow down, love, slow down." He crooned, pressing gently against Thiago's hands to keep the head from coming too quickly, "You don't want to tear."
Thiago sobs and nods shakily, his hands letting go of the head and going instead to his thighs. He grits his teeth and groans, feeling his body pushing despite his best efforts to stop it.
The head bulges even further against Jacob's hands, slipping out until the brow is exposed, and Thiago is writhing and groaning under him.
"Oh fuck, the baby is coming out -" Thiago groans as he bends his knee and draws his leg up again, "It's coming out! It's coming out of me!"
And indeed, it is coming out of him.
Stretching him open obscenely as more and more of the brow slips out, almost to the eyebrow. Thiago whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his breath rapid pants that make his whole belly heave.
It takes incredible focus not to press to harshly on the head, to keep the counterpressure light. It's even more difficult that Thiago's body isn't getting the no pushing message, powerful contractions all but shoving the head out of his cunt.
The eyes are out, Thiago's hips bucking against the pressure as he pants and sits up on his elbows to look at Jacob.
"I'm about to- fuck, I'm gonna birth the head!"
And then he's really pushing.
His thighs shake, hips jerking and tail rigid as he pushes again with a cry, and the head pops free from the catboy.
"Heads out -" Jacob tells him quickly, even though he knew that Thiago was already aware of that fact.
He doesn't answer anyway, too busy scrambling out of Jacob's hold again.
At some point, he decided that birthing this kit laying down was no longer an option because suddenly, he was up on all fours.
His back arches, shoving his pussy back into Jacob's hands so that he's holding the head in place, and then he bears down with a watery moan.
"Stretching- fuck, it's stretching my pussy!"
The head rotates so that its facing his thigh, and then Thiago dips his hips low as the shoulders bulge between his legs.
He shoves down hard once, twice, and then in the third wild, desperate push, one shoulder slips free.
Thiago falls forward onto his elbows, the second shoulder shoving its way out of him.
"Guhhhhhh! Here it comes!"
And suddenly, with a burst of fluid and the most ancient, gutteral sound that Jacob has ever heard, the baby is laying in the nest underneath Thiago.
"Oh! I pushed it out!" He gasped, scrambling to roll over onto his back, "Oh god, the baby is out of me, babe!"
Jacob scoops it up, finally slipping into the nest with his mate. The baby wails as soon as it's on its parent's chest, indignant and happy to let the world know.
"Good job, love," Jacob pressed a kiss to Thiago's sweaty forehead, "Catch your breath before the rest come."
Perhaps it was a mistake to choose dinosaurs as your topic for your university's science fair. Perhaps you screwed up following the instructions or did not read them carefully enough.
You sat in your dorm, half your project done, sat on your desk. A little nest where you were going to present the replica dinosaur eggs, without its crown jewel however the eggs.
You rubbed your humongous stomach self consciously which has stretched to an unimaginable size. You were naked but there was no way you could see further than your gargantuan bullet shaped stomach littered with red and purple stretch marks and veins. 'Gives a whole new meaning to "ready to pop"' you thought to yourself. You squirted more oil you purchased from a dubious store (along with the egg kit of course) on your puffy pussy that you could barely reach and rubbed it in. It made you feel hot all over but still you dutifully resumed your nightly ritual.
The rubbing felt incredible, before you knew it you barely had any oil left and you were writhing beneath your stomach. You probably would've arched your back off the bed too if you weren't pinned against it by the weight. Then suddenly something shifted within you, you could practically feel your pelvis creak as a torrent of fluid flooded your bed.
You tried to at least get yourself up on your elbows to see in the mirror facing your bed, what was going on.
The bed was soaked alright and between your legs was something slimey and brownish.
"What the fuck..." you muttered to yourself, trying to at least somehow maneuver your body on your hands and knees. Was this it? Upon examining it closer, you realised what it was and your heart dropped just as an extreme wave of pain washed over you. It was the fucking mucus plug. But why was it so huge. How much would your cervix have to dilate if this was keeping it sealed. 15 cm? 20 cm?
You started to feel sick. Just how many eggs were there?!
The sudden pressure increasing tenfold halted your train of thought.
At least you were already on your hands and knees right, besides you had the whole night to yourself. You bore down gingerly and hoped that your huge stomach pressing against the mattress would help too. Nothing but more liquid came out and the pain and pressure was only increasing.
After 3 hours of rocking back and forth with 0 results you decided it was time to get serious about this. You steadied yourself, gripped the sheets and gave a huge push.
Nothing.
1 hour into birthing with all your might you didn't even notice how far apart your legs were and how much your lower half felt like jelly when finally you felt something behind your entrance. Encouraged by the progress you began pressing on the top of your stomach with one hand while gritting your teeth and bearing down hard. Something began emerging. Covered in a slimey substance a jelly like egg started poking through your aching cunt. You moaned and pushed as hard as you could, waiting for the relief of it plopping out onto the blanket so you could birth the rest but it never came. With the next effort you buried your face into your pillow, hopefully muffling your desperate screams. Every time you let up the egg would slide back, nestled deep into the warm slick of your pussy.
This went on for another hour or so when you finally gave a push hard enough that got the egg to a point it wouldn't slip back from. You almost felt relieved. It will slide out any second, right?
Your pussy was stretched to its natural limit as you panted and pushed. But this birth was anything but natural...your only luck was that you kept up your oil regimen because soon you felt something slick and almost gelatinous touch your inner thighs, even with your legs spread.
"Wh-what?!" You whined into the pillow.
Fuck.
No no no no no.
This was supposed to be several small eggs not ONE. Cold sweat covered every inch of your body as the realisation hit. How would this ever come out?! There was no way you could call for help, what would you say, not to mention that you were fully immobilised by the gargantuan egg spreading you open way past what should be humanly possible.
Back when you realised what was happening to you, you tried watching at least SOME birthing videos though you knew your experience would be nothing like that. You tried to think back to them hoping to remember anything from the ones where petite women would have to squeeze out a 10lbs kid. Although even those babies would seem like light work compared to whatever was stuck in you. The pain made it much to hard to think but then suddenly you had an idea!
Gravity would help.
You gathered all your strength to heave yourself up from your hands and knees only onto your knees you could hopefully get into a crouching position from there. However as soon as you glanced up and caught your reflection in the mirror, in a split second, before you could change the outcome you realised it was a huge mistake.
The egg was absolutely humongous and your pussy was stretched grotesquely around it, completely white and on the brink of tearing and worst of all you could not kneel down as the egg was so gargantuan. It was touching the mattress. Or at least you couldn't kneel down without the egg sliding back into your tortured cunt a few inches with a sickening squelch.
You held back the urge to throw up and fought until you were in a squatting position.
You didn't care about making noise anymore, you screamed while pushing down on your pulsating stomach that was urging you to expell the giant egg while with your other hand you reached down to rub your clit. The clit you could barely locate as it was practically flat against the egg with your pussy pulled so taut.
This seemed to be somewhat helping you progress however an earth shattering orgasm caught you off guard and you lost your balance.
You fell onto your back and with the sudden change of position your birth canal caused the hideously massive egg to practically be sucked in once more. All the progress you made was undone and the wind was knocked out of you at the ginormous intrusion. You screamed and thrashed on the bed, violently pressing down on your stomach and pushing with strength you didn't know where you got from.
By this time you were laboring for over 8 hours. You laid in bed and just felt wave after wave of contraction wash over you, the weight of the egg in your birth canal had to be about 50lbs and every 10 minutes or so you felt a dull sensation of pleasure course through you as the contractions were easing the egg out of you agonising by agonising millimeter and every once in a while it'd brush against your tortured clit just right.
You were just about to resign yourself to your fate when you realised the small bottle of oil was within reach in this cursed position. There was still some left, not that it'd make much difference now, you were probably going to die like this. With a humongous egg wrecking your lower half.
You picked up the bottle and with hazy eyes read the instructions again. This was your last hope. Maybe you missed something.
'MORE effective if orally taken?!'
Your eyes widened as you wasted no time gulping down the last of it. Too bad you didn't read another sentence which would've clarified that you only need droplets in a glass of water.
It immediately took effect and kicked your labour into high gear again, you screamed as you practically felt your womb and birth canal undulating, forcing you to scream and push like never before. You spread your legs nearly into a split while thrusting your hips into the air.
"Fuck! FUCK! My cunt will tear, fuck fuck my pussy!!!"
The egg slowly slid out and stopped at its widest point. This made you trying to hold your legs back an utter waste as the egg was already doing it for you. The pain made you unable to breathe properly. You took shallow panicked breaths but by this point you lost all sense of your dignity.
You HAD to give birth then and there.
You let out an animalistic scream and screwed your eyes shut. A vein popped out on your forehead and no doubt you burst a few blood vessels. You didn't care anymore, you used both hands to push down on your stomach and gritted your teeth hard enough to chip them
"FUCK, COME OUT ALREADY!!"
Then with a contraction that made you see stars, the egg erupted from your canal, not to mention the aftershocks of your final effort pushed out at least 5 liters of whatever fluid this was out of your pussy along with the huge egg, mixed with urine that you couldn't bear to hold any longer. Your bed was sopping wet and your cunt twitched and pulsated as one of the most intense orgasms of your life ripped through you.
Before you passed out you mustered enough strength to glance at the clock on your bedside table.
It was almost midday.
Didn't the science fair end at 11...?
can we talk about pre-crowning?? when your lips are barely open and the top of the head just starts to peak outđđđ
Gods, it must feel *intense* to have a head right on the edge of being born. Your lower lips are just starting to spread, causing you to whimper from the burn. But your body *demands* you to keep pushing anyways, regardless of how nervous you are, or how much it hurts
Okay, hear me out...
I was thinking about laying an egg into someone, right? (blame @drippyeggslut for this, I saw it on their blog and haven't been the same since.)
So you've been hauling this egg around for a while now. And your bestie, they're curious. Jordan knows you haven't been seeing anyone (no, babe, relax, I'd have told you), but they're also not blind and you are very, very, very pregnant. But every time Jordan asks you about it, you blow them off, telling them not to worry about it.
It's kinda starting to hurt their feelings, which is the absolute last thing you want to do. And so, after swearing Jordan to secrecy, you agree to tell them everything.
Only... in this situation telling kinda looks like showing.
Which is how you end up stark naked on the kitchen floor, bearing down and slowly, agonisingly, forcing the egg to slip down your channel and peek out of your cunt. You're shivering with pleasure, trying to hold back the orgasm you can practically taste while trying to explain to Jordan how this happened.
But even through your daze, you can tell that they're not listening to a word you've said. Eyes wide, lips parted, Jordan's gaze is transfixed on your cunt. And it isn't as though this is the first time they'd seen it; you'd gotten off together before, gotten each other off before.
Which is how you know that Jordan isn't disgusted or horrified.
No, they're turned on.
That knowledge makes you shudder, and your cunt spasms around the egg. A guttural sound tears itself from your throat, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you fight for control. When you're able to open them again, you see that Jordan is even closer now. Their bottom lip is swollen red from where their teeth have been worrying at it.
It doesn't take much persuasion to get Jordan to undress. It takes even less to get them to join you on the kitchen floor and to part their legs on either side of your hips.
The position is familiar. Memories of all the times the two of you had done this floods through you. This time, you can't hold it back. You come, and your cunt greedily sucks the egg back inside you. You pant for breath, willing your arms not to give out under you, and thatâs when you feel itâŠ
Jordan has closed the distance between you two. The warmth of their cunt is mere millimetres away from yours and, fuck, you want to feel them grinding against you the way they have so many times before. Only this time, instead of sharing a dildo, the two of will share the egg. Almost as though they could read your mind, Jordan scoots forward that last little bit, and you can feel their wetness against yours.
âI wanna feel it,â they breathe. âPlease. Push it into me.â
Your brain short-circuits. Whether or not such a thing is possible doesnât even occur to you. Because youâve never wanted anything more than to press your cunt to your best friendâs, and fuck the egg from your body into theirs.
And thatâs exactly what youâll do.
Jordan lines their hole up with yours, hands firm on your hips to hold you close. And thenâŠ
You push.
Animal little grunts escape your throat. Your cunt stretches as the egg splits you open inch by inch. Itâs agony, itâs bliss, it's your lifeâs purpose. Jordan is chanting your name, encouraging you to keep pushing, moaning as their hips stutter against you. The sounds the two of you are making as you push are a beautiful accompaniment to the slurping sound of your cunt as it works desperately to reclaim every inch of the egg that you expel.
"Oh. Oh, fuck," they gasp. "I canâfuck, I can feel it." Their eyes meet yours, expression suddenly fierce. "Keep pushing, okay? Don't stop."
The order sends a shiver down your spine. You do as you're told, bearing down as hard as you can. And that's when Jordan begins humping the egg, the force of their thrusts a delicious counterpoint to the pressure of your pushing. For long moments, the egg is suspended between the two of you, effectively fucking you both.
"Uh uh uh uh."
"Fuck, that feels so good." Jordan is smearing their juices over the bit of shell that's emerged from your cunt, their clit sliding against yours as they keep rolling their hips against you. "Push it into me, push it into me, pushitintome."
You scream, their words and the impossible stretch sending you over the edge. The orgasm hits you like a freight train, vast and infinite and not nearly enough. It pulls the egg back in a few precious centimetres; Jordan mewls in protest.
And that's when you decide that this is absolutely going to happen. You're going to lay this precious, gorgeous egg into your best friend, and they are going to know the utter bliss of having their womb filled. With an enormous effort, you reach for their hips, gripping so hard that you're sure to leave bruises.
"We can do this," you tell them. "We can do this."
You grind down against them, even as you begin to push; Jordan keeps humping you and the egg, their greedy cunt trying to pull it into their body. Your moans and keens and grunts fill the room, the scent of your cunts filling every breath as you just...
... keep...
... pushing...
The egg has started to enter Jordan's cunt, and you think that this is it, that it surely can't go any further, it's impossible. You're prepared for the egg to slip out of your body and drop down between you.
That isn't what happens.
Somehow, the egg keeps sliding deeper into Jordan. The eggâprecious miracle that it isâis stretching their cunt to accommodate it. Ecstasy such as youâd never felt before is wracking your body with every inch the egg slips from your cunt. And Jordan is writhing, howling with pleasure, as their body accepts the slick, sticky burden.
Neither of you can speak, just grunting and moaning as the orgasms rip through you. Your inner thighs are coated in each other's sweat and juices, as is the tile beneath you. And finally...
You're empty. The egg that had once been nestled safely in your womb is inside Jordan now. A feeling of loss threatens to engulf you, beaten back by utter certainty.
The next time you and Jordan do this, they'll be laying the egg back into you.
Spending literal hours desperately trying to push out a difficult, extra gooey large egg, feeling the goo pulse with every shudder from your desperate body.
Gripping the bed to try to get some control but with every push, every attempt to move it closer to finally slipping out your hole is met with resistance that feels so physically gentle that itâs frustrating.
The eggs centre is slightly harder, a beautiful solid blue. The gentle goo surrounding it is opaque green, seeming to constantly regenerate. With every push some of the green goo, a thick, lubey goo, ebbs out of your hole. It seems to never stop. It adapts to your body, seeming to work against you desperately trying to lay it.
Every intense push only forces more goo out of your hole, creating a puddle between your legs, but getting you no further to laying this egg. Your swollen stomach seeming to grow with every passing minute and the puddle between your thighs shamefully large, you whimper and hold your legs apart, spreading your hole as far as you can yourself, you close your eyes and focus.
One long, hard, aching push.
The egg obviously wasnât moving with the constant rough desperate pushes, the type that normally send small eggs bouncing out of your hole.
Youâre made for this.
Focusing on your womb, the weight, your outstretched stomach, you begin to push.
The first twenty seconds seem to pause the world. It doesnât feel like anything inside is moving but fuck, it feels like some relief.
And then the centre of the egg, and the enormous mass of goo, begin to move.
âJust a bit more. A little bit more. â
The weight inside shifts and everything changes from a slow, methodical process of pushing to a head spin. The egg, without so much as a seconds warning, finally was pushed through your cervix, and there was an end in sight. This egg could finally be laid.
âJust push. Just PUSH. Fuck keep going. Donât you dare fucking stop-â
You can feel it. You can feel your hole stretching open with every minute passing.
âplease just a bit more, donât stop now, I can feel it-â
Youâre still being stretched open. Fuck. Itâs not stopping.
â OH GOD ITS TOO FUCKING BIG â
Itâs still going. Donât stop pushing.
âITS TOO BIG OH GOD ITS TOO-â
The egg finally, after hours of struggle, slips out into your puddle, leaving your body shaking and your hole stretched wide open, goo pouring out.
You lay in bliss with the huge egg between your thighs, breathing deeply to catch your breath after the struggle.
Finally, a break.
Until tomorrow.