By request of the discord! Here’s the smut thesaurus I’ve been building to help me write. It’s even longer now because I included some extra words from The Ultimate Guide to Writing Smut Fic by QuinnAnderson on AO3.
How many words are there for “penis” and “thrust” (that aren’t completely cringey)? Here are all the ones I’ve gathered so far 😂
It’s going under the read-more cut because it’s over 1,000 words in bullet-point form so it is loooong.
Imagine You’re the Pregnant CFO of a Successful Company
Hello! You can call me Ros B. First time posting a story here! Feel free to follow me over at @rosbar6678 if you'd like. Hope you enjoy my fic!
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You shift in your chair, fighting the urge to let out a sigh. You're 41 weeks pregnant, almost 42, and extremely uncomfortable. Your back has been hurting all day, your massive stomach feels rigid and tight, and there's a strange growing pressure in your hips that makes it really difficult to sit comfortably at all.
You're in a board meeting at your company, and your husband, the CEO, is currently presenting on the last quarter's product line. What had started as an illicit affair between two executives just over a year ago had unexpectedly resulted in you pregnant and married. You still couldn't totally believe it. It was just supposed to be a bit of fun between you two, something to help blow off steam at the end of a hard day at work (almost quite literally – there was a non-zero chance that your baby was conceived in this very meeting room), but you somehow managed to fall for each other.
You almost roll your eyes at how sappy and cliche it was, thinking about it now. Both you and your husband are very practical and logical people, it's part of the reason why you both have had such successful careers, but being with him threw all that practically and logic out the window. While he was stern and stoic at work, he was actually a very sweet and thoughtful man outside of it. And when you discovered you were pregnant, you two didn't even hesitate to go straight to the courthouse to make everything official. You both knew this was jeopardizing your jobs, but neither of you cared. And while you got sternly reprimanded by the board, they ultimately decided to keep you both on. The company had become hugely successful since you both started working there, after all.
And now, your husband was presenting on exactly how successful the company had become, particularly in this last quarter, and you were to be presenting next.
You adjust yourself in the chair again, trying to ease any of the discomfort in your body, but it's pretty futile. Your husband's eyes dart over to you for a moment, narrowing imperceptibly as he spoke. He has been trying to get you to go on maternity leave for weeks now, but you've refused. Even this morning, as the two of you got ready for work, he tried to convince you to stay home.
"It's not going to happen, love," you said loudly as you hefted your now much larger breasts into a bra, pulling the straps on to your shoulders and hooking it around your back.
You heard your husband grumble from the walk-in closet.
"You're overdue by almost two weeks," he called out into the bedroom. "The baby can come basically any second. And I swear your stomach has dropped since yesterday. You really should stay home."
You've managed to don a pair of sheer black pantyhose, pulling them up your legs and over your belly, before shimmying into a dark gray pencil skirt.
You certainly couldn't deny anything your husband has said. All of what he said was true, and then some. For the past few days, it’s felt like more and more weight had descended into the bowl of your pelvis, and your belly definitely hung lower and lower. Despite it’s size, it had always been a fairly “perky” stomach, but that had changed significantly in the last few days. Plus, you had been dealing with your fair share of Braxton Hicks contractions lately, too.
But you wouldn't be caught dead telling him that.
"I tell you what, my dear husband," you replied, as you zipped up the back of the skirt, drawing it tight under your belly and around your hips. You turn to look in the mirror, admiring how it hugged your curves. 9 months pregnant and you still got it.
"I will go on maternity leave when you go on paternity leave.
More grumbling from the closet.
"I'm sorry, my love, what was that?"
"I said," he shouted, clearly annoyed, "that I don't want to go on it yet."
"Well, neither do I."
He stepped out of the closet, wearing a sharp navy blue suit and a gray tie with gold diagonal stripes.
"Oh, darling, now, really?" he demanded.
"What?"
"That skirt? Those stockings?"
You rounded on him as you finished buttoning up your white collar maternity shirt. "What's wrong with my skirt and stockings?"
"Can't you wear sweatpants like a normal pregnant woman?"
You felt anger flare in your chest. "I don't want to wear sweatpants," you snapped. "Why are you suddenly so hung up on my clothes?"
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I just…want you to be comfortable," he muttered, dropping his hand and looking away from you.
You softened a little at his admission, and approached him.
"You're always so uncomfortable and I just wish…there was something we could do to help with that…"
Once you were close enough, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him as close to you as your baby bump would allow.
He still wasn't looking at you. You could see the tension in his jaw and shoulders.
"You know I could never be comfortable in sweatpants, love, especially at work," you said as you reached up to adjust his tie.
He sighed again, closing his eyes and tilting his head down to rest against the top of yours. "I know, darling," he said, resigned, his hands coming up to cradle your stomach. Your baby gave a solid kick against his palm.
"Look,” you began, smoothing his tie back against his shirt, “I promise I'll go on maternity leave tomorrow."
He pulled away a little in surprise, and you looked up at him, smiling.
"Really?" he asked, relief on his face.
"Yes." You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I just really want to present at the board meeting today. I worked so hard to leave the company in a good place before we left! Let me just have this victory lap."
"I know, I know." He kissed you again, running his hands from your stomach to your hips and back again. "And you deserve a victory lap."
"You're goddamn right I do," you said, grinning, pulling away from him. "I mean, who successfully negotiated the merger with Equiva?"
"You did."
"And who saved the company almost 20 million dollars in the last three months?" you asked, pulling on a suit jacket to match your skirt.
"You did."
This conversation continued in much the same way as the two of you gathered your things to leave for work…at least until, much to your husband's chagrin, you put on your 3 inch stiletto heels.
That was several hours ago, but it felt even longer than that. Your husband has been watching you like a hawk all day and even in the middle of his presentation, his attention wasn't totally diverted from you. You try to keep your face neutral, idly tapping your pen against your cheek.
He finally looks away from you, and you let out a small exhale of relief. You would not put it past him to stop this entire meeting in a heartbeat if he thought something was wrong.
The minutes tick past. You try to not squirm and shift around so much, but you can't help it. You're so uncomfortable. The pain in your back is getting worse, and so is that incredible pressure in your hips. Your stomach has been cramping and tightening over and over again, intensifying that pressure. You attempt to spread your legs to ease some of the discomfort in your pelvis, but that pencil skirt you insisted on wearing doesn't allow for much of that. Are these more Braxton Hicks contractions? Or are these…real–?
You quickly push that question out of your mind, huffing.
You try to pay attention to the meeting, but you can't help it, your focus is turning more and more inward, the more and more your body tenses and twists against your will. Even your baby seems to be against you, kicking up a storm against your ribs. You try to keep your breathing steady and even, and you cup your hands underneath your belly and press up, weakly attempting to lift some of the weight off your straining back and hips.
Maybe your husband was right…maybe you should have stayed home…
You don't know how much time has passed when you suddenly hear your husband say your name, startling you out of your thoughts.
"...our amazing CFO, who will now report on last quarter's record earnings."
Everyone applauds as you stand up and your husband heads over to his seat opposite yours, never taking his eyes off you. You just barely manage to suppress a groan as you haul yourself up on unsteady feet, a hand still cupping your heavy stomach.
You force a smile as you approach the front of the meeting room. It almost feels like your baby's head is already wedged in between your legs, and you vainly try to not walk so bowlegged. You stand behind the podium, looking out at the two dozen other executives and board members, and begin your presentation.
You're incredibly thankful that you practiced it so much that you could basically present it in your sleep. Standing has made your back pain even worse, and it feels like gravity is slowly pulling your baby deeper into your hips. You keep trying to spread your legs, but again, that damn pencil skirt keeps your thighs much closer together than you'd like.
You can feel sweat break out along your hairline, and you keep compulsively running your hands through your hair to try and subtly wipe it off. Your stomach feels like it's permanently seized up, gone completely rock hard, and it seems to hang lower than even this morning.
You can see your husband out of the corner of your eye. He's leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed, his lips a hard line. You know that face. That's the face he makes when he's trying to figure out if something is wrong.
You swallow hard. You get a little flustered and you stumble over your words a bit, but you keep going. You are going to finish this presentation, dammit.
You shift your legs again, trying to find some measure of relief. God, the pressure is getting so bad, it's making the whole lower half of your body shake, and now you're cursing your stiletto heels along with your skirt. You have one hand holding the remote to flip through the slides, but the other is gripping the edge of the podium so hard that you wouldn't be surprised if you crushed the cheap wood in your grasp.
A terrible spasm shoots through you, making your voice catch for just a moment. It sends pain radiating up your back, down your thighs, and makes your vaginal muscles clench involuntarily. You almost groan at the sensation, as it felt like they were clenching down on…something…
You're now flipping quickly through the last of your slides, just going over the very basic points for each one, and another sharp pain rockets through you. Your voice wavers as you resist the urge to moan. It takes all of your willpower to not just tear off your skirt right there and drop down into a squat behind the podium, to push your knees as far apart as they can go, to try to make some space within your pelvis to ease some of this maddening pressure.
Fuck, this is all getting to be so much that you almost feel like you need to push…
You can't help but notice that your husband is shifting around in his seat almost as much as you were. He knows this presentation almost as well as you, and he knows you're rushing through the end of it. He looks like he's about to jump out of his chair right when you shoot him a pleading look. Please. I'm almost done. Just give me a few more minutes. Please.
Your legs are pressing so hard against the sides of your skirt, you're surprised the seams haven't ripped. You're so hot that you're simultaneously both frustrated that you left your suit jacket on and grateful you did, otherwise everyone would be able to see you sweating straight through your white blouse. Your stomach has never felt heavier, and it’s hanging so low that the underside of it is peeking out from under said blouse, and you are confident it was definitely not doing that when you got dressed this morning…
"In conclusion," you say, your voice straining slightly.
The pressure inside you is climbing, climbing…your muscles are spasming and it feels like your baby’s head is so deep inside you it's already trying to force your legs apart. You clear your throat, and take a breath.
"In conclusion, I –"
The pressure reaches it's apex. You almost cry out from the pain. But instead, you feel something break inside you, and to your horror, fluid gushes out from between your legs to splatter audibly on the floor.
There's a moment of shocked silence. You're visibly shaking as you look down at the puddle beneath you.
"I – I think my water just broke," you say softly.
There's a moment of commotion from your colleagues, but then your husband is on his feet.
"Out!" he shouts. "Everyone, out!"
The small crowd of people quickly head towards the door as your husband rushes straight at you, looking furious.
"You're in labor, aren't you?" he demands. "God dammit, I told you that you should've stayed home!"
As soon as he's close enough, you reach for him, barely paying attention to what he's saying. You pull him close and press your head to his chest, gasping and moaning. The pressure is now the worst it's ever been, becoming completely unbearable, and without hesitating, you grit your teeth, grab fistfuls of your husband's jacket, and push.
That heavy weighty feeling deep inside you slides even lower, and you let out a guttural groan, almost of relief, as you finally give in to your body's demands. You can barely hear your husband speaking to you over the blood rushing through your ears and the desperate noises you're making (he's saying something about getting to the hospital), but then realization seems to strike him and he demands, "Are you pushing?"
You can only nod in response as you stop for a moment to catch your breath, before wincing and taking in sharp inhales of air between clenched teeth as your stomach somehow tightens even more.
"Don't! Don't push!" he yells, panicking.
"I can't!" you grit out. There is so much pain and pressure and weight inside of you, wedged tightly inside your pelvis, and you need to get it out now!
"I can't, hnngh, god, I can't, oh god, oh, oh!"
You gasp, feeling something new... You let go of your husband's jacket to reach under your skirt, and you cry out in shock as your fingers brush against your completely soaked stockings. Your labia is bulging out from you – the baby's head is right there!
"Help –!" you cry breathlessly, releasing your husband to reach behind yourself, fumbling with the zipper of your skirt. "Help me get this off!"
Your husband starts to object, but another contraction grips you, making you wail, cutting him off.
"There's no time!" You grab his hand and force it underneath your skirt, between your barely parted legs. Your husband curses in surprise, his fingers pressing against your opening as it distends outwards from your child's encroaching head. "The baby is coming now!"
He quickly reaches around to try to unzip the skirt. You fall back against the podium, still desperately trying to separate your legs to make room for your baby. He's yanking on the zipper, but it doesn't move.
"Fuck, it's jammed," he mutters, but before you can say anything, he slides his hands quickly up your thighs, rucking the skirt up your hips and underneath your enormous belly, allowing you to finally spread your legs. That action alone makes it feel like your baby drops several inches, almost like it was about to fall right out of you, but was caught at the last minute by your seizing vaginal muscles, the sensation making you yelp in surprise.
You're leaning back against the podium now, gripping the edge of it, in as wide a stance as you can manage in your heels, bending your knees slightly. You're panting and whimpering, and all your muscles start to tighten and clench again in another contraction. You throw your head back with a groan, feeling your body heave against the hefty mass of your baby as it slid forward a bit more, and you quickly join in with a desperate push of your own.
You groan even louder as you feel yourself start to spread wide, your parting lips brushing against the fabric of your underwear as your baby's head starts to crown.
"Oh god, it's coming, it's coming!"
You suddenly realize that you still have your panties and stockings on, but your husband is way ahead of you, already trying to tug your leggings down.
"Shit shit shit," he mutters. The stockings aren't budging – you hiked them up over your stomach when you were getting dressed earlier this morning, but your pencil skirt is cinched tightly around your hips, preventing them from easily sliding off your legs.
"Oh, get them off, please!" you beg, voice straining from your efforts. They're so tight against you that they almost feel like they're pressing the baby back in at the same time you're trying to push it out.
Your husband lets out a noise of frustration, before dropping to his knees and bunching the stocking in the inside of your left thigh in both hands.
You stop pushing for just a moment, just to take a breath, but your pantyhose immediately drives the baby back into you, and you wail in anguish.
“Get them off, get them off!”
Your husband seems to be trying to rip them open, his nails digging into the fabric, but they’re sliding in his grasp from their sheerness and from being doused in fluids.
Another contraction takes you, hard and fast, and you can barely gasp in a bit of air before you’re pushing again, struggling to force the top of your baby to stretch out your skintight nylons.
“Please get them off!”
"I told you you shouldn't have worn these!" he shouts, before finally ripping them apart, tearing a hole up towards the crotch. You jump when you feel him hook his fingers into your panties and tugs them to the side, the cloth once again brushing against your most sensitive parts.
"Holy shit," he breathes. All the anger in his voice disappears instantly, replaced with shock. He stammers out your name, looking up at you. "I – I can see the head!"
You try to respond, but all you can do is nod. You can definitely feel the head, hard and unforgiving, causing a terrible pressurized burn between your trembling thighs as you try to maintain the push, shrieking and crying out in agony.
The contraction mercifully ends, but you whimper in despair when you feel the baby slide a little back inside you, even without the stockings. You pant, your eyes sliding shut, trying to catch your breath in preparation for your next push.
God, everything hurts. Your stomach hurts from the intensity of your contractions, your back hurts from the straining weight of your belly, your hips hurts from your baby filling the space between them with it's seemingly massive body, your legs hurt from having to keep them so far apart, your feet hurt from those stupid high heels, even your throat is starting to hurt from all the noises you're making.
You suddenly feel your husband's hand gently rubbing the outside of your leg, startling you. You look down, and he's gazing back up at you, eyes wide, his other hand still between your legs. Your normally calm, stoic husband looks uncharacteristically scared and excited at the same time.
"The baby's almost here," he says. "It's almost here. You're doing so great, darling."
You can't help but give him a shaky smile, but that quickly turns to a grimace as your uterus tightens painfully inside of you. You gasp as you feel the baby slip out of you a little more, even without you pushing, and you take a deep breath and bear down.
You almost immediately throw your head back, biting back a cry of pain. You're being spread and stretched and pulled apart, and god, god, it burns so much. You want to stop, you want all of this to stop, but your body bears down anyway, indifferent to your suffering, forcing your huge baby through an opening far too small for it.
"Push! Push, darling!" your husband shouts.
"I can't! Oh, god, I can't!"
"Yes, you can! Push!"
You grit your teeth and do as he says, because what other choice do you have? Shutting your eyes tightly, you push with everything you've got, the burning sensation magnifying with every centimeter of ground your baby makes.
"Nnngh! Gah! F-fuck, oh god, it hurts!"
"Keep going, love!"
You take a deep breath and heave against your baby as hard as you can, when the burning spikes suddenly and horribly, and an anguished scream is torn from your throat.
"The baby's crowning!" your husband yells.
You barely register what he's saying as another sharp spasm immediately shoots through you, triggering you into another involuntary push. You almost instantly regret it, as your baby lurches down and a sudden lancing pain, the worst pain you've felt so far, jolts up from between your legs, feeling as if you were being cut open with fire.
"The head's halfway out!"
You scream in sheer agony, arching your back, tossing your head, and standing up on your tiptoes in your heels. The contraction fades, but to your horror, the searing, stinging pain from your baby's skull remains, splitting you so impossibly wide that you're sure that at any moment, your sensitive flesh was going to tear right open. You can vaguely hear your husband yelling at you to breathe, but you can only let out another ear piercing scream and push, desperate to get the head out and end the agony.
Your inner muscles clench and spasm around your child's enormous head, trying to find purchase, as you struggle to expel it from your tortured body without the aid of a contraction. You're howling mindlessly from the pain, almost bucking your hips as if to shake the baby free, and for one terrifying moment you think it might be stuck. But then there's a sudden popping sensation, like a cork from a bottle of champagne, making you gasp. Fluid sprays your inner thighs, and a sudden merciful release of tension and pain floods your system.
You slump back a little against the podium, releasing the edges to catch yourself on your elbows. Your legs are shaking wildly now, and it's a small miracle you're still standing up.
"The head's out! It's out!"
You try to lean forward to see, panting and gasping, but your stomach is in the way. Your husband has both hands between your legs and you can feel the backs of them brushing against your skin. Something heavy dangles uncomfortably from your body. You're trembling from exhaustion and effort, you're drenched in sweat, and your vaginal walls throb painfully against your baby.
"Check –" you manage to stammer out, remembering something from one of the many books you read in preparation for the birth. "Ch-check for the c-cord."
Your husband grunts in acknowledgement, and you inhale sharply as he slides his fingers between your battered, sensitive lips and the baby's head. You adjust your stance a little and feel your thigh brush against it, sticky and hot.
"Shit –" he mutters.
You gasp, feeling a contraction start.
"Shit, god dammit –" He says your name sharply, immediately grabbing your attention.
"What?
"Don't push."
Panic grips you, almost as hard as the contraction.
"D-don't?"
"I think the cord is around the baby's neck, don't push!"
You feel your husband's fingers fumble around, and the pressure inside you starts to grow.
"Ah!" You pant, rocking your hips back and forth, but your husband stops you with one firm grip on your upper thigh.
"Hold still."
You freeze, your inner walls pulsating and tightening around your baby's heavy, squirming body as it rotates within you. The sensation is overwhelming, and you tilt your head back, mouth hanging open as you pant desperately.
"Hurry," you manage to gasp out between breaths.
You're fighting, fighting against that growing wave of unbearable pressure, with everything you have, but it's not enough. Your muscles seize up, almost violently, and push against your will, and with the aid of gravity, you feel your labia start to spread apart again.
"Don't push!"
"I'm not, I'm not!" you cry breathlessly. "I swear I'm not – I – oh! Oh, god!"
Your body crushes down on the baby again, inching it out of you.
"Oh no, god, please –"
"Hold on –"
"Please, I need to –"
"Ok –"
"I need to push!"
"OK, push!"
And with a great guttural yell, you bear down once again, thrusting your hips forward. Mercifully, your baby starts to slide out of you, one shoulder popping out –
"Oh!"
– and then the other –
"OOH!”
You shudder, your baby hanging halfway out of you, your body still gripping onto it stubbornly.
"You're so close, darling, just one more –"
You push your knees apart, drop your hips into a slight squat, and give one final desperate push. There's an incredible rushing sensation, startling you and making you shriek, followed by a torrent of liquids gushing out from between your legs, and suddenly, all of that pain and pressure is gone.
You're still somehow standing upright, gripping the podium behind you for dear life. Your head is still tossed back, looking up at the ceiling, mouth hanging half open as you catch your breath. Your vaginal muscles are still weakly clamping and twitching around nothing, sending small shudders through your aching body.
Suddenly, you hear a cry.
Your head snaps down to look, and you see over your still enormous belly, your husband, kneeling on the floor in a puddle of milky pink fluids, the whole front of him completely soaked.
But there, in his arms, is a baby.
It's bright pink and wailing, kicking it's little legs and flailing it's little arms. Your husband looks up at you, looking completely shocked, and says, in a shaking voice,
"It's a girl."
You blink, the words slowly filtering into your mind.
"A – a girl?" you stammer, breathless.
He nods, holding the baby – your daughter – up to you, and as if on instinct, you quickly unbutton your blouse. Once it falls open, you gather your baby in your arms and cradle her against your skin, as she continues to cry in protest.
Your husband falls back onto his butt, resting his arms on his raised knees, his head hanging down. His shoulders are shaking, and you don't know if he's laughing or crying. As you watch him, dazed, you vainly attempt to comprehend the magnitude of what just happened. You just gave birth during a meeting at your job, and your husband delivered the baby. You're standing in 3 inch pumps, your stockings are torn open, your skirt is bunched up around your hips, and your breasts are completely out on display (although still in their bra). Your baby is wriggling against you, wailing loudly, still covered in blood and amniotic fluid and who knows what else, the umbilical cord dangling between you. You're completely out of breath, your head is spinning from exertion and shock, and you suddenly say out loud to your husband, without even really realizing it,
"I ruined your suit."
Your husband snaps his head up to look at you, looking absolutely incredulous.
"What?"
"I – I ruined your suit –" you say again.
He bursts out laughing.
"I really liked that suit –" you add, weakly.
He scrambles to his feet, still laughing, and as if in emphasis, wipes his hands on the back of his sleek wool pants, before bringing them to rest on your hips as he leans down to kiss you.
"I love you so much," he says.
You start to respond, when suddenly the doors to the meeting room burst open and a group of EMTs rush in. Someone must've called 911. They all descend upon you and the baby, helping you onto a stretcher, examining the baby, and interrogating you with a myriad of questions (including one EMT, a woman, demanding in shock, "You gave birth in those shoes?!")
You lose your husband in the chaos for a moment as you lay down on the stretcher with your daughter still resting on your chest. Panic grips you, and you call out his name. He's suddenly there by your side, your hand in his, looking at you as if you're the only person in the room.
"Don't leave me," you say, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable.
He kisses the back of your hand fiercely. "Never."
"Hey, hey, Mr. Midwife!" one of the male EMTs says jovially, holding out a pair of scissors to your husband. "You did so well delivering the baby, we thought you might like to cut the cord!"
Your husband smiles brilliantly as he takes the scissors with his free hand. The EMT directs him to cut the cord between two clamps, just an inch or so from her belly button, and with a few quick snips, your daughter's body is separated from your own.
They drape a blanket over you and your baby and wheel you out of the meeting room, past all your shocked colleagues and coworkers, into the elevator and then outside to the ambulance, your husband staying by your side the whole time. Your baby is still mewling and crying, and that same female EMT from earlier suggests that maybe she's hungry.
Once in the ambulance, you shrug off your shirt and undo your bra, freeing your breasts, and you bring your daughter up to one dark nipple. She instantly latches on and begins nursing, and you gasp in surprise and joy.
You look up at your husband excitedly, who laughs and kisses the side of your head. Now that the shock has started to wear off, an overwhelming sense of love and protection for your daughter has replaced it. You can barely take your eyes off her, you count her fingers and toes over and over again as she nurses. You smooth her little wisps of hair back, the same color as her father's, as she blinks up at you with eyes that match yours. Your husband traces the curves of her little cheek with his finger, before pushing that same finger against one of her palms, and her tiny hand closes around it.
He kisses you again, his hand stroking through your hair, as he says softly to you, "You were amazing, darling. You were so amazing. I love you so, so much."
You turn to kiss him on the lips. "I love you, too." You tilt your head forward to press against his, closing your eyes. "You were pretty amazing yourself. I can't believe you delivered our baby."
"Hey, I just caught her. You were the one who did all the work."
At the hospital, your daughter is quickly whisked away for tests as you deliver the placenta. The lovely staff were kind enough to lend your husband a set of clean, dry, hospital green scrubs. When your daughter is returned to you, she's all swaddled up, and given a clean bill of health, coming in at 9lbs, 13oz.
"Nine pounds?!" you exclaim as your husband takes her from the nurse.
"And 13 ounces!" the nurse adds, cheerfully. "22 inches long and a head 15 inches around."
"Oh my god," you say quietly, completely stunned. "No wonder that hurt so much…"
"You can say that again! Can't believe you delivered her with no pain medication!"
Your husband sits down in the rocking chair next to your bed, cradling your daughter close as he starts speaking to her, not paying attention to your exchange with the nurse.
"Hey, sweetheart," he says in a sing-song voice. "Hey, you gave us quite a scare today, showing up when you did."
The nurse checks a few things before leaving you with your new family, insisting you get some sleep.
You lean back against the pillows as you close your eyes, your hands resting on your slightly deflated stomach, listening to your husband speak softly to your daughter. You're exhausted. There are muscles in your body that you didn't even know exist that are already starting to ache. You want to stay awake, to watch your husband interact with his first born child, but you can already feel yourself drifting off. Bits and pieces of their "conversation" filter in as you start to doze, but it's his comment of, "...now that you're here, Mommy is finally gonna take some time off and relax…" that grabs your attention.
You rouse yourself from sleep as best you can. "Not yet," you say, your words slurring together.
"Hmm? What was that, darling?"
It takes you a moment to respond as you drift in and out of consciousness.
"'m not taking maternity leave yet."
You hear your husband laugh.
"...didn' finish…my quarterly reportsssss…"
"You're kidding, right?"
"...need to finish 'em tomorrow…"
He laughs again, but he sounds much more uncertain this time.
"You're…you're kidding," he says. When you don't respond, he repeats more insistently, "Darling, you're kidding, right?"
But you don't reply, finally falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
belly so big in my overalls, watch your babies squirm and kick inside inside me while i try to get dressed in the morning, only having to stop because i cant get the straps to snap into place on my overalls anymore. reassure me that you’ll knock me up with twins next time so my stomach will stretch against it even sooner in my pregnancy.
belly so big in my overalls, watch your babies squirm and kick inside inside me while i try to get dressed in the morning, only having to stop because i cant get the straps to snap into place on my overalls anymore. reassure me that you’ll knock me up with twins next time so my stomach will stretch against it even sooner in my pregnancy.
someone purposefully going out into a big crowded area (mall, beach, etc.) after their water breaks so they can give birth in public for everyone to see
a hospital birth with at least a dozen horny medical students crammed into the delivery room, the birther’s legs spread wide as their pussy is on full view as a living lesson on birth
a pregnant person has an extremely large, extremely close family that takes the arrival of new family members very seriously: grandmas and cousins alike crowd around and coo and cheer on the delivery of the child
a streamer live-streaming their birth for all their loyal fans, one camera on their face and one on their pussy as the baby starts to move its way down
“birth shows”: in-person events where those with a fascination or fetish with birth can pay to watch people birth onstage, in all kinds of different positions
Oh man public birth just get me soooo excited in fantasy world, I dunno how id handle it in real life but thats kinda the point of a fantasy right?? just pure enjoyment, keep up the stellar worm!!!
i feel the same way, i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! ♡
351.12. i’d like to request a story where a woman is so heavily pregnant, two babies weighing down on her bladder and she goes to the pool to relax and relieve some of that pressure. when she gets in the pool she goes into labor and gives birth in the pool. lifeguards try to get her out but can’t because she’s a) too heavy to extract on a backboard and b) they don’t wanna hurt her or the baby by pulling her out. would appreciate if others dive under to check if she’s dilated
back at it again with a super late request fill, you can find more of my fics at @bumpsandpushes ♡ ♡
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Margot Hollingsworth II had been far too pregnant for far too long. Of course her dearest husband sprang for every expense to ensure her comfort over the past nine months, but there’s only so much that weekly seaweed wraps and Swedish massages can do for the pain of carrying around such unruly twins. Their constant kicking and somersaults had her exhausted, and the weight of her bump had her back constantly aching.
Her one solace was being in the water, where she was able to float and relieve her back pain while the gentle movement soothed the babies inside her. The Hollingsworth family had been part of the most exclusive country club in the state for generations, and she was able to enjoy their luxury spa treatments, nonstop gourmet snacks, and the unchlorinated, spring-water filtered pool every day for the last month of her pregnancy. The staff were used to her constant presence and one of the poolside cabanas was always set up with extra pillows and towels just for her, with her drinks and snacks constantly replenished before she even needed to ask– a pregnant woman’s dream.
“Good morning Mrs. Hollingsworth, how are you feeling today?” As she approached the pool gate, one of the young lifeguards greeted her and gallantly offered his arm to lead her to the cabana. Margot was always forgetting the help’s names but she believed his name was Timothy or something similar. However, she remembered his face as she always appreciated the friendly belly rubs he gave her.
“I am doing well, how is the pool looking today?” With his help, she gingerly sat down on a padded pool chair and waited for him to arrange some pillows in a satisfactory pile before she leaned back in her seat.
He crouched down beside her and gently rubbed her bump as he spoke, smiling up at her relaxed expression. “The temperature is nice and warm, just as you like it, and it looks like you’ll have it to yourself for the next little while. We’ve got the wait staff bringing you your favourite tea set with an assortment of finger sandwiches and fresh scones–today’s flavours are preserved lemon and thyme.”
There was a reason Margot loved coming here, the staff tended to her every desire before she even asked for it, giving her the first-class treatment that her prestige deserved. She felt the muscles tighten under Timothy’s hand and she winced, arching her back against the pillows.
“Madam, are you alright?” He paused his movements in concern, and she fixed his hand with a glare until he continued rubbing her again. Margot closed her eyes and breathed until the ache subsided, feeling the lifeguard’s stare on her the whole time.
“Yes, of course I am fine. I have just been feeling some pains all day and I cannot wait to get into the water and relax,” she replied, dismissing his concern with a coy smile.
The cramps had been coming and going steadily since early that morning, but her due date wasn’t for another week and her obstetrician was one of the finest in the country so Margot was confident she had time. The tension in her back was getting to be very painful though, and she decided to get into the pool to relax rather than wait for her tea spread to arrive. She reached for Timothy’s hand to assist her in standing back up, but he grasped her shoulder to halt her.
“Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you sure you shouldn’t be resting, or maybe seeing a doctor?”
“I do appreciate your concern, but I am well aware of my limitations and what my body needs. Now if you wouldn’t mind escorting me to the pool steps?”
Looking abashed, the lifeguard assisted her out of the lounger and walked her to the edge of the water. Margot noticed him watching her wade deeper until the water gently flowed over her bump, and she smiled at him before going further into the depths to relax.
It felt like hours had passed as she simply floated in the water, relaxing as the babies slowed their movements and the regular aches became much less intense against her back. Eventually she decided that she wanted to get into the shade to reapply some sunscreen and hydrate–with how much her skin had been stretching during her pregnancy, Margot was taking great pains to maintain her flawless complexion. As soon as she started climbing the steps of the pool she began to feel so much heavier, the buoyancy of the water no longer assisting her in carrying the weight of her bump.
“Excuse me, young man? Would you be a dear and escort me to my seat? I forgot how heavy my belly was outside of the pool,” she asked a pool attendant while cupping one arm around her bump, her dewy tan skin on full display in the petite bikini she wore. The man blushed, striding over to her with his eyes locked to her bump as he offered his elbow.
As they reached her cabana, she handed the attendant her bottle of sunscreen and leaned back in the sun lounger with a cup of tea in hand, expecting him to rub the cream over her exposed skin. His face only grew more flushed as he applied it first to her arms and legs, then over her rounded middle.
“Mmm, that feels fantastic, you’re excellent at this,” Margot couldn’t help but to sigh at the sensation of his strong hands spreading the lotion over her tender and taut skin. Her eyes slipped closed and the babies within her kicked gently against the young man’s hands. His fingers brushed against the cups of her bikini top, causing her nipples to pucker a bit at the sensation, and his wide circles around the swell skimmed the waist of her bikini bottoms only inches above her swollen pussy. Her luxury brand of sun cream was very expensive, but Margot didn’t complain about how he kept squeezing more and more onto her skin, not when the massage was so calming. He rubbed firmly over her bump, and Margot couldn’t help but to shiver every time his calloused palms brushed against her protruding navel.
However, this tender massage didn’t alleviate the pain of being out of the water and she could feel the pains return worse than ever before. She couldn’t help but to moan, but the pool attendant interpreted this as being a moan of pleasure and gave her a smug grin before intensifying his caresses. Margot focused more on the sensation of his steady hands than of the rising tension of her muscles and relaxed into his grasp when it was over, melting like putty into the massage. His hands wandered more and more, squeezing her ass and gently kneading her breasts, but it distracted her from the recurring pains so she just enjoyed the feeling.
This continued for a while longer until the pains became too strong for even the sensual massage to help so she sat up in order to immerse herself back into the pool. The man’s hands pulled away from her bikini top, and Margot couldn’t tell if it was still wet from the pool water or if he had inadvertently caused her to leak milk into the fabric.
“Help me back into the pool, I need to float again.” She reached her hand out imperiously, expecting him to escort her back into the water and he smirked in amusement as he obeyed her command.
Freshly sunscreened and hydrated, Margot was ready to relax. Being able to float and relieve the pressure on her back allowed her to fully zone out and she began practicing the meditative breathing her up-scale maternity guru Colette had taught her. Centering her mind, she let the waves of pain and pressure wash over her as she ignored them with self-focus. Mindfulness and bodily detachment were two techniques that Colette emphasized and all the other mums at the country club swore by her methods, so Margot let the water wash over her as she pushed all thoughts of pain from her mind.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed as she drifted in the pool but she wasn’t able to ignore the pain any longer as her belly began to tighten. Margot attempted to twist her back to ease the pain and immediately began sinking like a stone, too shaky and stressed out to continue floating. The pressure made it difficult to even swim straight and she was mortified as she was forced to start doggy-paddling.
Margot rarely regretted her actions, but the pressure had been building and now even the water wasn’t soothing her regular pains. She attempted to swim towards the steps, but every kick in the water sent waves of pain up her spine and she could barely make it to the edge of the pool without losing her breath. Gripping the tile, she inched her way down the perimeter until she reached a pool ladder.
“Oww, what’s happening?” The twinges were coming faster now and getting stronger, and Margot was fairly sure that she’d been having contractions and not just the Braxton-Hicks she thought they were. Her plan upon starting contractions had been to call her husband to take her to the exclusive luxury birthing centre where she could relax with her doula masseuse and get an epidural, but her phone was in her cabana at the other end of the deck.
She caught her breath as the contraction subsided and began to practice the lamaze breathing that Colette had taught her. Inhaling deeply, she braced herself to climb the pool ladder but immediately dropped back down as soon as she breached the surface. The pain was already awful, but the water had been helping tremendously with the pressure and there was no way Margot was going to be able to force herself out of it to reach her phone.
“Mrs. Hollingsworth, is everything alright?” Crouching in front of her was Timothy, looking concerned as she gripped the ladder railings tightly. “Do you need assistance getting up the ladder?”
Margot glared at him bitterly, making him look away. “I’m doing fabulously, just practicing my maternity stretches. The water is great to relieve tension.”
The lifeguard didn’t look convinced, and she caught his eyes darting below the water to where her bump was rising and falling with each laboured breath. “Are you sure? Could I help you with anything at all?”
She struggled to twist her expression into a calm smile, one that wasn’t convincing in the slightest. Before she could respond to him, another contraction slammed into her and she maintained all of her focus on keeping the smile on her face.
“Mrs. Hollingsworth?”
“I’m fine! Go away,” she snapped, her smile becoming a grimace as her façade slipped even further.
Not wanting to get in trouble with such a prominent member of the club, the lifeguard walked away nervously, leaving Margot to drop her head and groan with relief and pain. The next contraction hit before the last even ended, and she could feel the need to push beginning to grow.
“Oh god..oh god…” Margot couldn’t help but moan in frustration under her breath, the pain was becoming unbearable and she could barely keep herself afloat without hanging onto the railings on the pool ladder. The pressure had been building lower and lower, and now she couldn’t tread water with how spread apart her legs were.
“Ffffff...fuck fuck,” she whined, bearing down ever so slightly against the pressure between her legs. The feeling got worse as the first baby moved further down within her, but the strain of pushing felt so natural and instinctive that she did it again as the next contraction hit.
She wasn't able to hold her legs open wide, as the gentle waves would make her legs drift back together, and bracing her feet against the wall just moved her whole body backwards. It was difficult to push properly while floating, and Margot felt herself getting more frustrated with every contraction. She let go of the railing to grasp one of her thighs for leverage, making it easier to push but her weak grip on the ladder caused her to briefly slip under the surface. Both hands on the railing, she pulled herself back up, spluttering from the water she'd inhaled while pushing. Her coughing was interspersed with grunts and moans as she tried to bear down with the contraction, making a scene as she kicked up water in her attempts to spread her legs.
"Mrs. Hollingsworth, are you okay?"
The lifeguard was back, even more nervous than before, and Margot finally lost her temper with the young man.
"Do I look okay? Stop... ugh... asking s-stupid questions and do somethiiiiing!"
"Come, get out of the pool," he said, reaching a hand down to Margot and receiving a nasty glare in return.
"If I could get out of the pool, I would," she snapped, tucking her chin to her chest as she pushed again. The mortification of having a fit lifeguard watching her give birth was being outweighed by her desperation and she just grunted at his next few questions, too focused on her own body to actually listen to his words.
Finally he decided to enter the pool to help, splashing Margot further as he jumped in. He swam up to her, laying a hand on her bump and feeling the tension in her muscles as her belly contracted.
“Has your water broken?” His expression was horrified as he treaded water in front of the labouring woman, and she screeched through gritted teeth as she pushed again.
“H- how would I know? Nghhhh… I’m in the fucking pool, Timothy, it’s not like I’d notice more water! Ohhhhh ohhh hhuhhh…”
His expression changed from horror to a tinge of disgust, and he surveyed the water around him as if to try and avoid her fluids. At the sound of another moan, he looked up and saw her grimace, watching as she pushed again. There didn’t seem to be anyone else remaining on the pool deck so there was no one else who could help Margot through this.
“Timothy, do something!” She screeched, panting heavily to catch her breath between contractions. Her face was wet with a combination of sweat, tears and pool water as she stared up at him pleadingly.
Not knowing how to assist, the lifeguard just stammered for a moment. “Actually my name’s Thomas, I-”
“I-ughhh I don’t care what your name is! Nghhh- mnnnnhhh… I need you to go under the water and cheECK MEEE!”
The lifeguard gave her an alarmed look, but she grunted again and she struggled to hold back her urge to push. Her hips jerked and sloshed water towards him. Margot could feel someone moving behind her, and a pair of legs slipped into the pool behind her for her to lean on. She draped her arms against either thigh as she leaned her head back against a muscular abdomen, finding the warm skin more comfortable than the metal handrails she’d previously been using to hold herself up. Looking up, she saw the smiling face of the pool attendant who had been doting upon her bump, and he reached a hand down to caress it again as she gripped his leg in pain.
The lifeguard in the water glared at his coworker before diving under the surface to check on Margot’s progress. Despite his reluctance he pulled her bottoms to the side and slipped two fingers within her, feeling around unfamiliarly before brushing his fingertips against something solid.
“Uh, Mrs. Hollingsworth, I think I felt a head? There’s something in there,” he said shakily, dodging as her leg jolted towards him.
“Fuck, get it out!! Ohhhhhh oh AHHH!” Her screams were piercing, and he ducked his head under the water again to muffle the noise.
She pressed her head back in pain, and she could feel a bulge beginning to grow behind her as she groaned. Opening her eyes again, she looked up to see a wry smile on the pool attendant’s face as he acknowledged his arousal in this moment. Unable to move away while in such pain, she leaned back again and tried to enjoy the feeling of his hand against her belly while she pushed.
Looking through the water, Thomas could see the fabric of her bikini bottoms beginning to bulge out between her legs. Reaching out, he brushed his fingertips against the swell and Margot bucked her hips against him, the bulge growing ever so slightly. The baby’s head was trapped within her stretchy maternity bikini, and he skimmed her hip to find the bows tying them closed.
He gently tugged the strings on either side of her waist and the fabric floated down to the pool floor, leaving her bottom half bare and her pussy exposed to him. Her lips were swollen, bulging outwards from the pressure of the baby’s head, and Thomas could see her thighs trembling, sending little ripples through the water. He let his palm rest against the bulge, feeling as the head continues to shift down with the force of her pushes. Feeling lightheaded from the combination of holding his breath so long and the alarming sight in front of him, Thomas allows himself to breach the surface of the water to take a breath. He gasps to fill his lungs again and he dives back down to avoid the sound of Margot’s pained cries.
Knuckles going white on the thighs of the pool boy supporting her, Margot pushes again, grunting at the effort of getting this baby out. The pressure in her pelvis is being overtaken by a new pain, a burning stretch between her legs where she knows the baby is beginning to emerge.
Under the water, the other lifeguard runs his fingers around the baby’s head where it is just barely visible, watching as Margot’s belly tightens and her lips stretch even further. Though the water muffles the noise, he can still barely hear her groans as she struggles to push. The water around him becomes cloudy as the head continues to slip out, her lips stretching thin around the head.
“Ohhh fuck oh my god, why now?” Margot thrashes in the water as she pushes, her only source of comfort is the pool attendant caressing her tightening belly. One of her hands leaves his thigh, trusting his support to hold her steady, and she lets it float down to rest between her thighs. She can feel the lifeguard’s hands hovering awkwardly around her, but she runs her fingers along the bulge there and can feel it growing as she pushes again. The burning sensation grows almost unbearably, but there is a primal relief in pushing that she is unable to deny. As the current contraction ends Margot is able to catch a breath and lean back against one of the muscled thighs of the pool attendant behind her.
“Thank you,” she sighs, trying to regain her strength before the next contraction hits her. She can feel her pussy swell with the pressure of her baby’s head and though she wants desperately to push it out of her, the fear of tearing stops her from giving in.
The next contraction is unproductive. The pool boy caressing her is encouraging, praising her as she pushes, and she can feel the young man in front of her as he gently massages her labia and perineum. However, the unexpected speed of her labour hasn’t allowed her pussy to stretch as much as she’d hoped and she can feel her skin reach her limit before the head slides back within her again.
Simply allowing her skin to stretch with the force of her baby’s head, she breathes deeply until the next contraction, encouraging her lifeguard to massage her skin to soften it for her next push. The pain comes suddenly, surprising her mid-breath and leaving her panting as she pushes instinctually and breathlessly. It’s more intense than any of her previous contractions and she feels the burn get more intense as her hole stretches wider and wider.
The lifeguard in front of her, Timothy Thomas pops his head back up, his expression excited and nauseous. “The head is almost out, keep going, ma’am!”
Margot pushes even harder, holding her breath as she focuses all her energy down into her bottom, bearing down against the pressure deep within her. The stretch hurts more with every second and she feels like she’s burning hotter and hotter until she feels a tap on her inner thigh underwater and reflexively stops pushing.
“Stop, I think you need to wait with the next contraction so you don’t rip anything!”
She would ignore this advice but for the fact that she heard her maternity guru give her the same advice in her birthing sessions, so she forces herself to breathe high in her chest and ignore the desperate urge to push and the burning between her legs. The pool attendant supporting her provides more firm rubs to her bump and she focuses on the sensation, feeling his thumb rub over her protruding navel sensually. As the contraction grows stronger she finds it harder to resist the urge to push, but the gravelly murmurs of her aroused pool boy are able to distract her. Though she didn’t think anyone could enjoy the sight of her giving birth, his personal attention is bizarrely soothing and she can just barely stop herself from bearing down.
When the contraction stops she almost sobs in relief, feeling her skin stretch around the head and knowing that the widest part of it has passed through her. Her lips are throbbing and twitching around the head and she feels a bizarre sense of excitement for the next contraction as her whole body anticipates the opportunity to push this baby out. This primal urge is overwhelming, her heart is pounding in time with the throbbing of her pussy and the only thing she can feel is the reassuring feeling of hands against her inner thighs under the water.
“Nghhhhhh ohh fuckk… oh mygodddd” Margot pushes harder than she ever thought possible, feeling her face grow hot and her lungs deflate as all her bodily energy is centered between her legs to get this first baby out of her. Almost ready to give up and feeling lightheaded from her pushing, she feels a slight pop as the head slides out. Her hand between her legs cups it, swatting away the lifeguard’s hand in order to gently run her thumb against the delicate features of the baby’s face.
Now that the first hurdle has been passed, Margot feels a sense of ease with the next contraction as pushing has become a familiar sensation to her. The feeling of hands rubbing encouragingly against her inner thighs as her pool attendant supports her weight is enough to help her push the baby out, feeling the shoulders rotate and slide out in one fluid motion.
“Oh my gooooddddddd,” she moans, reaching her hands out as Thomas surfaces again, handing Margot her firstborn so that she can cradle him to her chest. He has a sweet face and his wails are the sweetest sound she’s ever heard, resting her head against the pool boy’s thigh as her shaky arms hold him tight against her breast.
She watches his lashes flutter and his fists squeeze open and closed before she begins feeling the next contraction, startled by the pain before remembering her first baby’s twin is yet to be born. Margot panics for a moment, unsure as to where to rest her baby before the pool attendant above her gently cradles the child, holding it as Margot clutches his muscular thighs once again.
The pushing now feels instinctual, like what she was born to do and what she was always meant to do with her body. The contractions are coming faster and she has no idea how long it has been since the first baby was born, time is flowing backwards in her mind. The panic has turned to a sense of peace, the only thing on her mind is her babies, her body, and the two young men supporting her as she gives birth in this pool.
As she pushes she can hear whimpers above her head and she can’t help but focus on her firstborn baby, being held just above her head by the pool attendant supporting her. The sound of his cries encourages her to bear down, both because she wishes to hear her next baby’s cries but also because she feels a need to finish birthing soon in order to hold them both in her arms. Her pushing seems to go on for hours and she’s not sure how long it takes her, her pussy already tender and sore from the first birth.
While her slit only burned when she started crowning with the first baby, the sensation remains while she pushes with the second and she’s unsure how far she is with the second. The lifeguard between her legs only surfaces to catch his breath, never remaining above water long enough for her to ask how things are going. Margot feels like nothing is happening and can’t help but to cry out, irrationally frightened that her second baby will be stuck inside of her forever.
The young man supporting her leans down, holding the baby in his arms against her breast to allow it to suckle against her. His arms press against her torso as he supports the baby’s weight, keeping them both steady against him. As she feels her milk begin to let out as she nurses, her contractions increase in strength as the oxytocin flows through her nervous system. The pool attendant’s arms are wrapped around her, holding the baby against her chest, and she squeezes his legs tightly as she pushes again.
The bulge is growing faster than before, her vulva stretched out and sore from the baby she birthed seemingly moments before. She can’t help but to vocalize deeply as the burning arises again, crowning with this next baby as the head stretches her even wider than she was before. Despite her desperation, she can feel the head slide back within her, not fully out enough to keep her open. She pants between the contractions, trying to keep her cool until she is next able to bear down and get this baby out of her.
“Mmmmnngghhhhh fuck fuck, ohhhhhhgggghhhh”
She can almost see stars in her eyes as she pushes, lightheaded as she puts all her breath and energy into getting this baby out. There are spots in her vision as she bears down, but she feels the gush of the head slipping out of her and gasps, catching her breath now that she knows that she’s almost done.
“Come on baby, you can do it, so close,” says the pool boy behind her.
Despite the head emerging faster than her previous baby, she can feel the shoulders sliding out of her much more acutely than before as they slowly rotate and move inch by inch through her walls. Her breath hitches with each push but they move forward until the final push and the baby slides out all at once, causing her to gasp at the sudden emptiness within her.
The lifeguard in front of her surfaces again, holding her newest child in his arms and assisting her as she rests the baby against her chest tearfully.
“Hi baby, I’m so happy you’re here,” she weeps, pressing a kiss to its head.
As she murmurs sweet nothings to her baby, the lifeguard swims away and returns with an inner tube, lowering it into the water and assisting her into it. The pool boy helps her cradle the other child, assisting her in holding one in each arm as they gently tug her to the steps of the pool.
Paramedics pull a stretcher onto the pool deck, having finally been called by one of the country club employees, and pick up Margot’s belongings to bring with her to the hospital. They gently assist in getting her onto the stretcher, then get the twins settled into her arms.
“Wait, hand me my purse before we leave,” Margot asks, handing one of the babies to the paramedic in order to free up her hands. She fumbles into her wallet and pulls out a wad of bills, reaching towards the lifeguard and attendant to hand them the cash as she’s wheeled away. “Thank you so much, I will be speaking to your manager about what wonderful employees you are.”
The young men look at the money, rolling their eyes at the $8 tip they received, and walk back to the pool to start cleaning it before the afternoon guests could complain.
You've been feeling weird all day. Late-term pregnancy already had you exhausted and uncomfortable, but your big presentation is looming over you as the clock ticks forward and the stress has you feeling even worse. Your backache is worse from all your pacing and you can't sit still so there's no reprieve for your sore muscles. Of course your bump is just as heavy and aching as always but now the stress is affecting your stomach too– you have no appetite and you feel almost as nauseous as you did in the first trimester.
You know that the upper executives don't have high expectations for your presentation and they think you should have left for parental leave months ago, but you're determined to push through the discomfort and prove them wrong. You've practiced until you have everything memorized and you could probably do the presentation backwards, in your sleep or in active labour. Unfortunately, your body hasn't caught up to that confidence and you feel more pressure and cramping as the meeting draws closer.
Each step towards the meeting room has you feeling heavier, though you're not sure if your anxiety is gluing your feet to the ground or if the baby is just sinking lower into your hips and weighing you down. You feel unwieldy, your legs spreading wider as you walk forward, but you get into the boardroom anyway and start setting up at the podium.
The symptoms of your anxiety don't get better as you start talking, they actually keep intensifying, but you can see the begrudging approval on the executives' faces as you run through all the points of your presentation. The pain comes and goes in regular waves, but you're able to conceal it with strategic pauses and pacing around as you rely on your rote memory to describe the quarterly figures and projections.
You ignore the growing pressure you can feel between your hips as you focus on the presentation. As you take a step forward to point out a key figure on your slideshow, you feel a sudden gush of fluid from within you. The pressure subsides for a split second, then gets more intense as you move again, stepping away from the wet patch you left on the carpet. The room is silent and you're certain that the shocked stares on the executives' faces match your own look of surprise.
Before any of them can move or say a word, you walk behind the podium to hide your soaked clothes, feeling the head grinding against your pelvis with each step. You move to the next slide and continue your presentation despite how low the pressure feels and how much worse the contractions have become. Luckily, you were almost to your conclusion so you try to speed up your notes while still being thorough, hoping that they'll be lenient just this once.
The last contraction you feel during the presentation is the worst and it steals your breath as it slams into you. You manage to speak through deep exhales, trying to sound natural as you pant your way through the pain. You know the head is fully engaged so you covertly start texting your partner behind the podium as you speak, asking them to come pick you up once you finish presenting.
The executives give you a smattering of applause when you finish, looking deeply uncomfortable, and you use this brief noise to groan under your breath as the pressure shifts once again. Proud of how well you completed your presentation, you ask them if they have any questions and they just continue to stare at you in complete disbelief.
Taking that as a dismissal you pick up your bag and slip it over your shoulder, grunting involuntarily as the squat brings the baby's head even deeper into your pelvis. You rest one hand against your bump– much lower now than it was when you walked in– and use the other to press against your back as you unsteadily waddle out of the room, looking confident even with your still-wet pants.
God damn I feel like a creature in heat, I need a full heavy belly so bad. I need to breed, mate, fuck whatever. I want to rub my swollen midsection... Something moving. Enjoying every minute till my water breaks
Summary: a pregnant midwife goes to assist a client in labour, goes into labour herself, and tries desperately to hide her own labour until she can leave.
Tags: birth denial, slight clothing birth, third person POV
Word Count: 5431
As one of the most successful midwives in her city, Dana’s schedule was always booked and she always had a lot of pregnancies to look after. One of the pregnancies she looked after most closely was her own, as she was almost due with her third, and she'd hoped to take on clients whose due dates were not close to hers. Unfortunately, her last client was very overdue and did not want to go in for an induction, leaving Dana no time to go on her maternity leave.
Today Dana finally received the long awaited call and she put her phone down excitedly, grinning at her amused husband.
“I’m assuming Emily is in--”
“Emily is in labour!!” Dana cut him off before he could finish his sentence, bouncing in excitement as best as she could with her heavy bump weighing her down. “No more worrying, we can wait for this little one stress-free!”
She gathered her bag of supplies, always neatly packed up and stored under the coat rack, and her husband followed her to the door.
“Make sure you take care of yourself too,” he insisted, one of his hands raising up to caress the bump. “If something happens, get Emily to another midwife or a hospital and then call me.”
Dana rolled her eyes affectionately, leaning up to kiss him goodbye and shivering pleasantly at the feeling of his abdomen pressed up against her rounded belly.
“I promise we’ll be okay, I’ll text you updates!”
The drive to Emily’s house seemed to take forever, but Dana enjoyed the comforts of her tricked-out midwife van while she drove. After multiple instances of clients unexpectedly delivering inside her car, she added stain resistant fabric to the seats and soundproofed the vehicle in case another incident occurred– which had the added bonus of drowning out most of the traffic.
As soon as she pulled into the driveway, Emily’s husband was running through the front door towards the van. He was almost vibrating as he stood outside the driver’s side door, staring at Dana through the window with a nervous expression.
“Hi, how’s Emily doing? Any big changes?”
He shook his head as he led Dana into the house, taking her bag of supplies in order to hurry her along.
“Nothing major to report, the contractions are coming steadily at about five minutes apart and I’m trying my best to keep her relaxed and comfortable.”
Dana had to hide her smile at his pre-parental panic, and he rushed away at the sound of a pained groan from the other room. She followed at a more calm pace, and found him rubbing Emily’s back and whispering softly into her ear. Dana watched them sympathetically, waiting out the contraction before attempting to speak up.
“Hey Emily, I’m glad to see things are finally progressing. How are you feeling?”
The look on Emily’s face was pure relief as she saw her midwife in the room. Using her husband as support, she stood up from the couch and walked towards Dana with both hands cradling her overdue belly.
“I’m feeling tired but excited to not be pregnant anymore,” she joked wryly. “Contractions are pretty bad but I’ve been able to get through them so far. Glad you’re here to help out.”
Dana got into action, opening up her equipment and explaining each step to the couple. Between contractions, she took a moment to examine Emily and check the baby’s position as well as her dilation.
“You’re certainly doing well, baby’s head is engaged and you’re at six centimetres dilated. Do you want me to start filling up the tub for you, or would you rather labour out here for the time being?”
“Let’s do the tub, I heard that it might speed up labour if I do certain positions in there,” Emily said, starting to walk towards the stairs. Mid-stride, she stopped in her tracks and reached out for her husband to lean against him. “Fuuuck, there’s another contraction. Oooohhh…”
Emily swayed her hips in a figure eight as she moaned under her breath, her husband holding her up with his hands on her lower back. Wanting to give them privacy, Dana headed up the stairs to begin filling the bath up for her client. As she reached down for the tap, she could feel her back twinge and she pressed a hand against the aching spot. The pain radiated for a couple of seconds before slowly fading again, and Dana returned to her preparations. This late into her pregnancy she had been feeling Braxton-Hicks as well as the general aches of having such a swollen belly, but it was hard to discern what the source of this pain was.
“Is the tub ready? The bump is so heavy and my back is killing me!” Emily waddled into the room, stripping off her loose clothing as she lowered herself into the water. Her husband settled himself by the side of the tub, rubbing her back as she squirmed to find a comfortable position, allowing Dana to rest and sit on the toilet lid as she observed the labour.
Over the next hour, Emily’s labouring grew more intense as she switched positions to speed up the delivery. Dana’s periodic check-ins confirmed that everything was going well, so she sat back and allowed Emily to do whatever felt most comfortable. During this observation Dana also felt a number of strong Braxton-Hicks contractions, choosing to dismiss them as she looked after her client.
“My fingers are getting wrinkly, I want to dry off,” Emily cried out as she abruptly stood up from the tub, her husband catching her before she could wobble. “Help me into the bedroom!”
As Emily slowly moved back towards the bedroom, Dana followed and observed her movements and her lowered stance. The baby seemed to be much lower in Emily’s pelvis judging by her widened legs as she walked, and her turbulent behaviour made Dana think that she might be entering the transition stage, getting closer to delivery.
“Any changes in how you’re feeling, or still just the steady contractions?”
Emily grimaced, massaging her bump as she leaned back against the bed. Before she could respond, another contraction slammed into her and she groaned, reaching out shakily to squeeze her husband’s arm.
“It… ohhhh… it feels different, they’re worse now and it feels a lot tighter.”
Dana reached out, placing her hands firmly against Emily’s bump and applying even pressure as she rubbed circles around the swell. Her belly felt a lot firmer and the contractions had her muscles rock-hard under Dana’s palms.
“Feels to me like your water might have broken while you were in the tub. When you feel ready, I can check your dilation again to see how far your labour has progressed.”
“Wait, not yet, not--” Emily’s words were cut off as she focused all her attention on breathing through her next contraction. Dana leaned back again, rubbing one hand against Emily’s thigh to reassure her. As the pain subsided, she looked back up at her midwife and nodded. “Alright, check now before another contraction hits.”
As Dana carefully examined Emily’s cervix, she felt a similar tightening in her own stomach and had to steel herself from exclaiming out loud. Of course she’d felt Braxton-Hicks for a couple of weeks, but after two children she was fairly sure that she could recognize a contraction. It was stronger than she would have hoped for her first real contraction, but of course her third child would come much more quickly than her two older ones. Dana kept moving with muscle memory, her mind concentrating on keeping her expression calm. As the pain began to fade, she took note of Emily's level of dilation and gingerly pulled her fingers out.
"Alright Emily, it feels like you're in the transition stage, which means you're dilating quickly and you'll probably hit ten centimetres pretty soon," she said with a reassuring smile.
Emily didn't seem all that reassured, reaching a frantic hand out to grab her husband's arm.
"No, it's going way too quickly. I can't do this yet!"
She attempted to stand up, wobbling as she grasped the bed for support. Rather than stop her, Dana encouraged the labouring woman to begin walking around the room with her husband.
"Remember how you were trying to speed labour up earlier? It worked, and you're hopefully going to have your baby in your arms within an hour or two."
As Emily's husband reassured her, Dana left the couple to their quiet moment in order to clean up the bathroom and get all her equipment in order. She knelt down to mop up the spilt water around the tub, draining it to refill with fresh and warm water. A contraction suddenly hit her when she stretched to reach the tap, more intense than the previous one, and she had to stop for a moment to pant and catch her breath. In her kneeling position she rocked from side to side to lessen the pressure on her hips. Through the haze of pain, she could hear Emily crying out mid-contraction from the other room and couldn't help but chuckle at the unfortunate coincidence.
"Hey, just stay in there for a little longer, alright sweetheart?" She whispered, cupping the underside of her bump.
Once the tub had been filled, she shut off the faucet and attempted to get out of her kneeling position, hampered by the weight of her heavy womb pressed atop her thighs. Dana felt ungainly as she reached the sink, but a glance in the mirror had her admiring the roundness of her belly. The various tools were disorganised on the bathroom counter, and she began to sterilise them one-by-one and place them on a tray so she could easily bring them to Emily. The sound of more moaning from the bedroom drifted through the door, and Dana peeked her head out at the couple, Emily now on all fours upon the bed.
"How are they coming along, any increased pressure or urge to push?"
Emily groaned angrily, and her husband made eye contact with Dana to surreptitiously shake his head in response. She nodded and left them to their privacy to continue her preparations in the bathroom, listening to Emily’s cries taper off and the sounds of quiet conversation between the couple.
Dana was wiping some water off of the blood pressure cuff when another contraction hit her, making her double over against the sink, her knees nearly buckling with the force of it. As her muscles tightened, she could feel the pressure intensifying between her hips, tempting her to switch positions to relieve the ache. Shaking her head, she pressed her face against the cool ceramic to focus herself. Once it abated, she gathered her equipment and carried it into the bedroom, setting it on the bedside table next to Emily.
"How are you doing? Is there anything you want me to set up before pushing starts?"
Emily was catching her breath in between contractions and looked up at her with a wan smile.
"Just some way to make it stop hurting. And something that will make me stop wanting to throw up," she mumbled, leaning against her husband for support.
"I can't make it stop hurting, but we can keep moving around and trying different positions to see what feels best during this stage."
The trio moved around the room, Dana explaining different positions and techniques to alleviate pain as Emily tried them out. As another contraction hit, she batted her husband's hands away angrily, hunched over on an exercise ball. Emily swayed her hips from side to side with her hands on her knees, beginning to vocalize deeply as the exercise ball eased her movements. Dana checked the contraction timer to ensure that things were moving steadily, watching as the wave of pain tapered off and Emily took a deep breath.
"Alright, it looks like we're getting close to the finish line, I'm going to grab you some ice chips for the nausea and then we can decide whether you want to start off in the tub or in here."
As Emily once again situated herself within her husband's grasp, Dana headed to the kitchen to get some more ice chips as well as some bottles of water. Each step down the stairs felt like it was spreading her pelvis wider, allowing her baby's head to descend lower and lower within her birth canal. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and while she opened the fridge with one hand, she swiped open the notification on her phone with the other.
💖LOVER💖:How's the birth going? Are you and baby doing alright? Let me know when you're finishing up there.
Dana began to type out a message to her husband about the contractions, but stopped herself mid sentence as she finished grabbing the supplies. If she told him about her contractions he would insist on her leaving immediately to go to the birth centre, and he'd probably show up to take her there if Dana didn't leave on her own. There was absolutely no way she was going to leave Emily this late into her labour. She'd been progressing remarkably quickly, especially for a first baby, and there was likely ample time for Dana to finish up the delivery and then get herself taken care of. She shot off a quick text telling him that everything was going well and that she was perfectly fine–not a lie–and headed back to the stairs.
Going up was even harder than going down had been, and it felt like a bowling ball had lodged itself in her pelvis, greatly restricting her range of movement. Finally making it up to the bedroom, Dana set the water bottles on the dresser and handed the ice chips to Emily’s husband to give to her.
"Any changes in what you're feeling?"
Emily nodded, looking both alarmed and excited for what was to come.
"The pressure’s gotten a lot stronger and I definitely feel like I want to start pushing."
Dana grinned, reaching a hand out to gently feel and examine her client’s bump, finding the muscles within to be much tighter than they had been an hour ago.
"Excellent, can I check your dilation one last time before we move forward? We don't want to bruise your cervix by pushing too early," Dana said, already moving forward as she spoke.
The final examination was fairly quick, Dana could easily tell that Emily had reached ten centimetres, and the excitement in the room was palpable.
"Alright, I'm going to go sanitize my hands thoroughly, and when I get back then we can get started."
Dana quickly stepped back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she leaned against it nervously. She could feel another contraction beginning as she spoke with the couple, and it hit her harder than any of the others, nearly making her cry out before she bit her lips to hold back. She began to walk around the small space, catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror looking like a woman well in the throes of labour. She turned on the taps to mask any noises and to sound busy, then allowed herself some quiet groans as the pain peaked within her. It was only a couple more seconds until it began to subside, but the pain combined with the anxiety of feeling contractions in a client’s bathroom made it feel much longer.
Once the pain abated, she quickly yanked down her leggings and set one foot atop the toilet lid, wobbling for a moment due to her imbalanced centre of gravity. She struggled to reach around her heavy bump, visibly lower than it was even an hour ago. Slowly inserting her fingers, she fumbled around for the right angle to reach her cervix and nearly stumbled back off the toilet lid when she felt it. She was much more dilated than she anticipated, and had she been at home, this is the point where she would have called the babysitters and started preparing to head to the birth centre.
"Oh god, why now, baby?"
As she set her foot back on the floor and pulled her leggings back up, she felt a little pop within her and looked down to see a trickle of liquid running down her thighs and soaking the fabric there. Through the door, Dana could hear another contraction starting up for Emily, her moans faintly audible behind the sound of the running tap.
"Ffuck," Emily groaned deeply, "I really need to push! NNgghhhhaahhh ooh ohh oohhhh pleaaaseee!!"
Hearing that, Dana raced into action in order to prioritise her client’s pain in the moment. She leaned down over the filled tub and splashed herself with the bathwater, making sure to get the front and the back of her leggings in order to cover up the evidence of her water breaking. Thoroughly washing her hands with the water that's been steadily running into the sink, she finally turned off the tap and walked back into the bedroom as Emily’s noises died down.
"Alright Emily, I think we're ready to start pushing now."
Apparently the contraction had not completely ended, as Emily turned her head to glower at Dana.
"You keep saying ‘we’, we're not doing anything! I'm the one giving birth here, not either of you!" She snapped, her words wavering as she grunts throughout them.
Dana smirked to herself at the irony of that statement, waiting for Emily to signal that the pain had finally stopped.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry Dana, I didn't mean to yell at you like that," Emily apologised as she felt the contraction end, and Dana just smiled and nodded in understanding.
"Why are you all wet?" Emily’s husband asked, furrowing his brow at how soaked Dana's clothes were.
"Just a mishap with the tub, don't worry about it. Did you want to start the pushing there or would you rather stay here in the bedroom?"
Another contraction had started remarkably soon after the last, and Emily only managed to point at the bed before succumbing to her groans of pain. Dana assisted her in slowly walking to the bed, helping her to kneel in front of it and rest her elbows against the mattress.
"Just breathe until this one ends, then we can get you into your ideal position and start pushing properly."
Despite her instructions, it seemed like Emily had already begun pushing, as her chin was pressed down against her chest and she was grunting under her breath. Rather than say anything, Dana just rubbed the labouring woman's back, applying some pressure where it would most relieve some of the ache. As Emily raised her head again, looking winded but satisfied, her husband and Dana supported her as she clambered atop the mattress, bringing the exercise ball atop the mattress so she could rest her arms on it as she kneeled. Dana moved around the mattress so she could kneel near her, close enough to reach out and help without crowding her.
"Okay, with the next contraction we- you're going to push really deeply. You only push during your contractions, so make it count. Make whatever noises you want, you can grunt, pant, moan, just bear down as soon as that contraction hits."
Emily nods, her husband sat next to her and whispering words of love and encouragement in her ear. Though Dana couldn't hear them, the sight still made her smile and think about her own husband, wishing he was there to support her during her own contractions.
As another contraction hit Emily, she pressed her forehead firmly against the exercise ball, spreading her legs further apart as she pushed.
As Dana looked back and forth between Emily’s flushed face and her equally flushed cunt, she began to feel a contraction of her own rising and struggled to bury her reaction. She closed her eyes for a moment in pain, opening to see that thankfully neither of them had noticed. Emily's contraction ebbs while Dana's is still happening, but the couple whisper to themselves rather than seeking guidance from their midwife, allowing Dana to ride through the pain on her own.
This pattern continued for about fifteen minutes, Dana and Emily’s contractions happening in near tandem, making it difficult for Dana to concentrate on her job and equally difficult for Emily to notice her midwife struggling to hide her pain.
"OOOOhhhhhh oh god, oh god mmmmnnnnnnhhhh fuck," Emily cried out with an especially bad contraction, holding her breath as she pushed.
"No, no, don't hold your breath, you have to breathe or pant," Dana corrected gently, rubbing Emily’s back. "hhhhuhhhh huhhhh huhhhh ooohhhhhhnggggghh!" Dana began to pant in order to demonstrate, but her contraction forced her to pant in earnest along with Emily, barely holding back from fully moaning. She vocalized alongside Emily for the next few contractions she experienced, pretending to coach her client as she found her own relief.
"NgghhhhaaaahhHHH OH FUCK OHHHHH! I CAN FEEL THE HEAD UHHHHHNNNnnnnn…"
Dana gingerly moved towards Emily’s open legs, each shuffle feeling like her baby is dropping lower within her, placing a hand against Emily's pussy to examine her.
"Good job, baby's so close, you'll start crowning in a couple more--" Dana wasn't able to finish that sentence as another contraction slammed into her, but Emily’s renewed moaning would have drowned out her words anyway.
"Mnnnnnhhhhhhhhh huhhh huhhh hnnnngGGHHHHH oh my god, oh god, oh god AAAAHHHHH!" Emily’s groans suddenly turned into shrieks, and she attempted to lunge forward against her exercise ball, her pendulous belly beneath her stopping her from moving far. She tried to close her legs, Dana's hands against her thighs not letting her, and her husband held her steady as she panicked to try and get away from the pain.
"PLEASEEE oh fffuck, it's burning it's burning OOOOHHHHHH MMMNNNggghhhhh…" Her cries tapered into grunts as she pushed through the pain, and Dana watched as Emily's pussy began to bulge with the force of the baby's head against it. She pressed her hands there, applying steady pressure as the sliver of visible skin began to widen, the head emerging from within.
"uhhhhhhh huhhhh huhhHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNGGGGHHHHH!"
Emily was no longer able to speak through her contractions, her vocalisations as she pushed were raw and animalistic moans, her body desperately working to get her baby out. Dana cupped around the head as it moved forward, inch by inch, and she could feel Emily’s body straining under her hands as she held them over her burning hole. As Emily pushed, Dana could feel an intense contraction hitting her as well, making her double over despite herself, her head resting just above Emily’s back and giving her the perfect vantage point to see her lips stretch as the head emerged.
Luckily, Emily was too consumed with her pushing to notice, and her husband was solely focused on her, so Dana was free to ride out her contraction without either of them noticing. Keeping her hands against the bulge of the partial crown, Dana closed her eyes and began to moan under her breath as she was gripped by pain. The only things she noticed were the pangs of her contraction, the heat of Emily's cunt beneath her hands, and the earthy and intense scent of sweat and birth around her.
Dana's contraction finally ended and she was snapped back into awareness by a sudden jolt from Emily as the head moved even further out of her.
"No, no, nnghhhhh fuck I can't do this!" She moved to stand up, her husband holding her up and looking at Dana in alarm. "Please, I need to be in the tub hhhhnnnnnngghhhhhh"
Dana nodded quickly, getting up from the mattress as best as she could with the feeling of pressure in her pelvis.
"Get her into the tub and I'll be right behind you with the supplies."
Dana couldn't help but watch as Emily slowly made her way into the bathroom, barely able to walk and leaning heavily on her husband. Her legs were spread far apart, and with each step Dana could see the head peeking out between them. Another contraction slammed her before she could even cross the bedroom's threshold, and she nearly crumpled to the ground, being entirely held up by her husband's arms as she bore down in a squat and the baby's head slid down even further.
"OH GOD IT BURNS, IT'S COMING OUT RIGHT NOWWWWW MMMMMNNNNNNNNHHHH!"
As this contraction subsided, Emily’s husband swept her into the bathroom as quickly as he could, the head peeking out as she followed alongside him.
Dana was about to follow them in with her equipment when another contraction hit her and she found herself using the exercise ball for support in nearly the exact same position as Emily was. With the couple occupied in the other room, Dana allowed herself to vocalize, breathy moans escaping her as she contracted. She could feel the pressure getting more intense by the minute and as soon as it let up she scurried to the bathroom, eager to deliver this baby before her own arrived.
Emily was on her hands and knees in the water, leaned against the lip of the tub with her back facing Dana, allowing the midwife to easily observe the delivery. Dana could see the muscles tightening in Emily’s body as she pushed, screaming as her baby's head reached a full crown.
Dana cupped her hand around the emerging head again, using her other hand to rub Emily’s back.
"The head is fully crowned, do you want to feel?" At Emily’s frantic head-shaking, Dana applied firmer pressure to her back and smiled. "That's alright, for the next contractions I don't want you to push, you're just going to pant and let the baby emerge naturally so you don't tear anything."
Another contraction hit Dana as she finished speaking and she panted alongside Emily while watching the head slowly slide out. It took two contractions of the women breathing through them together before the head fully emerged and Dana was able to check for the cord.
"Head is out guys, just a couple more big pushes until you meet your baby!"
Emily straightened up her back, seemingly invigorated by this, and bore down again desperately.
"MMmmm MMMmmm MMMMMNNNGGHHHHH OHHHHHH!"
Bizarrely, hearing Emily’s labouring noises was helping Dana feel a bit of relief, as if she were imagining that her own body was bearing down to get her baby out. Upon noticing her thighs shaking, Dana realized that she actually was bearing down, that she'd been holding back for so long that her body instinctively started pushing anyway.
"Pushpushpush, you're doing so well! PUSH!" This was the first time the soft-spoken man had yelled out his encouragement, having previously whispered it to his wife intimately, but it seemed like the excitement of nearly meeting their baby had gotten to him too. This encouragement to push unfortunately also affected Dana, who widened her knees to push, even as she reached forward and caught the newly-born baby.
Dana rubbed the baby's back until he began to wail and rested him against his mother's bare chest.
"Congrats, it's a boy," she said, leaving the bathroom under the guise of giving the new family some space. Immediately upon reaching the bedroom, she rested herself against the bed and pressed a hand against the crotch of her leggings in order to determine how dire her situation was. Not feeling any external signs, just intense pressure within, she decided to complete the post-birth tests as quickly as she possibly could before making her escape.
Dana could not remember anything about her postnatal care of the mother and baby, relying solely on muscle memory as she worked on autopilot to focus on not giving birth on the floor right in front of her clients. Triple-checking the results of her tests to ensure she hadn't missed something vital, she made a mental note to set up a follow-up appointment for them with someone before she haphazardly grabbed her bag and closed the bedroom door behind her.
"Ffuck fuck ohhhhhh huhhh huhhhhhhhhh…"
Dana dropped to her knees outside of the room, counting on the baby's crying to drown out the sounds of her labour. A contraction had her doubled over on the floor, and she gathered all her energy to bear down desperately. She nearly cried out again in shock as she felt the baby slide down much farther than she expected, increasing the pressure between her legs. As it abated, she used the wall to stabilize herself and slowly shuffled down the hall.
As she stepped onto the top stair, she felt another jolt as her baby moved further down, feeling like the head was about to pop out of her if she took another step. The muscles of her womb tightened again and she squatted on the stairs, far enough from the bedroom to freely vocalize.
Once the haze of pain cleared, Dana was left with the realization that if she kept doing this she would end up giving birth on the stairs. Steeling herself, she placed a hand against her clothed pussy and pressed up, trying to hold back against the head coming out until she could get out of this house. Her desperation-fueled adrenaline allowed her to get all the way down the stairs before her next contraction where she was squatting in front of the couch, holding herself up with one hand and pressing between her legs with the other.
Dana kept her face muffled against the cushions as she screamed, feeling the warring sensations of her body pushing the baby down while her hand pressed up to prevent it.
"MMMMMMMMMMMM NNNGGGGHHHHHAAAAA! NO no not yet baby, we're almost out!" She pleaded with her bump, eying the door desperately and rushing towards it as soon as the contraction ended, beginning to feel a bulge pressing against her hand.
As she exited the house, another wave hit her and she was struck with the realization that giving birth in the house would have been much better than giving birth outside it. She pressed her head against the door to hide her expression from any prying neighbours as she moaned under her breath, tears pricking at her eyes from the strain.
Dana looked incredibly strange walking to her car soaking wet with a hand pressed against her pussy, but she stumbled into the backseat and locked the doors behind her. Immediately pulling down her leggings, she sat at the edge of one of the seats with her legs up against the headrest in front of her, bearing down with a shriek.
The hand that was holding the baby in was now ready to catch, and Dana could feel the head rapidly emerging from within her now that she wasn't holding anything back. With her other hand, she fumbled for her phone to call her husband–or anyone who could provide moral support–but she dropped it to the floor as she was trying to call.
The burning sensation was beginning, and though this was her third child it never got any easier. The baby was coming quickly, stretching her skin thinly around it as she tried to hold it back once more to prevent tearing.
Dana knew not to push but she was tempted to do so anyway, needing to get her baby out after ages of holding back her labour. She made sure the baby was in the right position and that the neck was clear of the cord before making one final push and catching her baby in her arms.
"UHHHHH NNNNGGGGHHHHHH! Oh fuck, oh… oh my god," she began to cry as she brought her baby to her chest, helping the newborn to latch on as she caught her breath.
"Baby? Can you hear me? Hello??"
Dana was startled by the sound of someone speaking, then looked down and realised that her phone call had connected after all. Incredibly sore, she leaned down to pick up her phone and responded to her husband.
"Dana, what the fuck was that?? Did you have the baby??"
"Would you believe me if I said that was the client?" She joked breathlessly.
Thanks again to my lovely friend @pistachioi for this prompt! It was a delight to write. I hope you enjoy, and happy pushing~
She was so restless. It felt like hours that she had paced around her house doing various nesting activities...doing laundry, folding the clean clothes, rearranging the baby clothes in the dresser for the thousandth time. She almost couldn’t help it.
Isabel (Izzy, to her friends) had been having contractions on and off all day long. Since earlier in the week she had a humiliating false labor scare, she was making herself wait this time to call her midwife, to make sure she wouldn’t have to rush over to her place for nothing...again.
Pausing as she attempted to fold the towels coming out of the dryer, Izzy planted her hands on the top of the washer and dryer and bowed her head, breathing out slowly as another contraction took hold of her belly. She honestly couldn’t wait to have this baby, she’d been preparing both mentally and physically. She’d read every book, attended classes, and had multiple consultations with her lovely midwife Sara. She wanted her labor to be as gentle as possible, at home, with no restrictions and no stress. So then...why did she feel so restless?
Puffing her cheeks, Izzy shifted her hips a little bit and closed her eyes, trying to concentrate. It was because of the false labor scare she’d had. It had made her panic. The first contraction she had, she’d called Sara, who came rushing over. After only a couple of hours though, the contractions (which were far apart anyway) had completely stopped, leaving just a very tired, still-pregnant mom in their wake. Sara had been incredibly sweet about it, giving her perineum massage to help her open up, and reassuring her this meant that ‘go time’ wasn’t too far away.
But in the week following, Izzy had begun overthinking every little twinge, every too-hard kick, every gas bubble. And even now, when she was having constant contractions, she was doubting what she was feeling.
As the contraction slowed to a stop and her belly softened again, Izzy blew out her breath and straightened back up, one hand on the small of her back. “Oof…” she mumbled to herself, looking down at her huge mound of a belly before slowly going back to folding the towels. If the contractions kept up for another hour, she’d call Sara. Maybe that would mean this was actually the real thing. Really honestly ‘go time’.
Picking up the basket carefully, Izzy waddled to the bathroom as carefully as she could, sorting the towels into the closet and putting away the basket before waddling back into her living room. Stepping up to her window, she looked out into her front yard, both hands planted on the small of her back and swaying her hips back and forth a bit. It was a really beautiful evening, she could smell her neighbors cooking something. There appeared to be a few more cars in the neighborhood than usual, she couldn’t think what for. But there were lovely orange and red leaves all over the ground, only a few clinging onto the trees, and fluffy clouds in the sky. She watched as a breeze blew through, then grimaced as yet another contraction seized her.
“Ngh. Oof…” Izzy groaned, bowing her head and rocking her hips side to side a bit more firmly. Closing her eyes, she pulled her hands down her hips to cradle the bottom of her heavy belly, holding it tightly in her palms as she waited for the contraction to pass. Inhaling deeply through her nose, she exhaled through pursed lips, just like she was taught, shifting her weight from foot to foot to combat the intensity of the wave.
When the contraction peaked, Izzy let out a soft grunt and leaned her elbow against her window, leaning her head on her arm and panting softly. Something in the back of her head told her she should back up or the neighbors would stare, but she couldn’t make herself move. All she could focus on was the wave of pressure rolling through her belly and hips.
After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally let go, and Izzy heaved a big sigh, standing up fully. She quickly stepped back from the window, pushing her hair out of her face as she drew the curtains. She would miss the natural light, but she didn’t want any of her neighbors to peek in on her and see her clearly in labor in her living room.
With a soft sigh, Izzy quietly waddled to her laptop and turned on one of her calming playlists, then moved down the hallway to her bedroom to change clothes. She needed more comfort, something softer and easier to move in. Pulling her shirt and bra off, she carelessly tossed them in the closet, cupping her sore and heavy breasts in both hands as she scanned through her dresser. Finally she pulled out a soft tank top and a pair of stretchy yoga pants.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled on the top first, then started the hard work of getting her other pants off and the yoga pants on. Wiggling around her heavy belly, she bit her lip as she finally kicked the fleece pjama pants off, then began to pull on the stretchy pants. After only a moment though, she became aware another contraction was starting, and groaned unhappily, flopping back on her back on the bed.
“Agh!” She groaned softly, grabbing her belly in both hands and shutting her eyes. Laying down, all the sensation was in her back, and it felt like gravity was working against her. But at the moment it was all she could work with, so she tried to concentrate on breathing through the wave of strong sensation. In through her nose, out through pursed lips. In through her nose, and out-
“Ohhhhh!” She groaned unhappily, arching her hips a little bit. “Oh ow, ow ow ow!” She whimpered, rolling onto her side and gripping at her belly. “Ahh...hah...hahh…” With a few hard pants, she gritted her teeth and rolled fully over, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, pants still around her ankles. “Ahhh….”
As soon as she was off her back, the tension there eased, and feeling gravity pulling the right direction felt so much better. A small smile flickered across Izzy’s face as she resettled her knees on the edge of the bed, shifting them apart a little bit. “Oh wow...okay...okay.” She panted softly, then bowed her head as the contraction reached its peak.
She was able to breathe much more easily, focusing on the method she had been using before. In through the nose, out through pursed lips or puffed cheeks. Slowly, as the contraction began to fade, Izzy leaned down on one elbow and slid her hand up between her legs, resting her hand on her vagina. She didn’t feel any sort of bulging or even any wetness from her fluids, but it felt good to have some sort of counterpressure there. She sighed deeply and tried to rest her head down on her folded arm, catching her breath.
She found her eyes slipping closed, and let herself fall still as the contraction finally eased. Her breathing slipping back into a steady rhythm, she grumbled softly to herself as she pulled her arm back up and folded it with the other under her head, just resting in her position. She willed herself to relax, trying not to think too much and just let her mind wander.
She had been so focused on preparing...preparing for the baby, for labor, for whatever was coming next. There was something else tickling the back of her mind too, but she couldn’t put a finger on exactly what it could be. Her labor had pushed everything else out of its way, especially after her scare.
After a few quiet moments of rest, Izzy shifted and slowly rolled back over to a sitting position, sighing and looking down at her big belly. Taking a deep breath, she wiggled and finally managed to pull up her yoga pants, then scooted back on the bed and got back up on her knees, leaning her elbows on her footboard and resting her head on her folded arms.
She could feel her belly resting on her thighs as she sat back on her heels, and that made her smile. She would honestly miss being pregnant. Some people were miserable, she was aware, but even with morning sickness and soreness, she found herself loving every minute. She loved her belly, she loved the baby kicking, and she loved how strong and sexy she felt.
That’s one reason she had been attracted to Sara as a midwife. She advertised herself as very hands on, very birther oriented, and focused on a gentle, grounded, happy birth, whatever that looked like for the person in labor. Those were all things she had been looking for.
Sara. Should she call her yet? The thought flew across her mind, and was quickly pushed out by an impending contraction. Taking a deep breath through her nose, Izzy readied herself, spreading her knees apart a bit and leaning into the footboard of her bed for support.
“Ohhhh…” she found herself softly moaning as the contraction took hold of her, without even realizing she was making noise. “Ohhh...ohhh wow…” she mumbled, turning her head to the other side and panting a few soft breaths. The intensity was overwhelming, but it also felt...strangely good.
Unfolding her arms, Izzy quickly slid one hand between her legs, feeling the heat pouring off of her. She pressed her hand tightly against her vagina through her soft pants, rubbing a bit and applying a soft pressure.
“Mmmm...ahhhh…” she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she gently began to rock her hips against her hand. As the contraction built in intensity, she focused more on her breathing and the pressure of her hand, but it was difficult to do.
“Ahhh...hah...ohhhhh-hohhhh…!” She moaned a bit louder, then groaned and flopped back down against the headboard tiredly as the contraction let go. Keeping her hand between her legs, she tried to catch her breath, huffing. Things were definitely moving along, but she didn’t have any idea how fast, or what she needed to feel for or keep an eye on. Maybe it was time to call the midwife.
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It took Izzy a bit of time to peel herself up from her position and reach her phone, which had been discarded on the bedside table when she changed clothes. Quickly pressing the speed dial, she tucked the phone to her ear, keeping her other hand pressed softly between her legs. As she waited for an answer, she rocked her hips side to side a little bit, biting her lip at the stimulation.
It ook a few rings for her to answer, but soon enough came the calm, lovely voice of her midwife.
“Hello?”
“H-Hey Sara. It’s Izzy.”
“Izzy! Hi sweetheart, happy Thanksgiving!”
Thanksgiving. That’s what had been itching at the back of her mind. Was she seriously in labor on Thanksgiving? Would Sara even be able to come over and help her?
“Oh! Uh...happy Thanksgiving to you too. Uhm…” She trailed off, taking a small breath through her nose as she tried to gather herself.
The background noise of chattering grew softer as Sara moved to another room. “Izzy honey? Is there something going on?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, uhm. I think I’m in labor. For real this time.”
“Oh! That’s so exciting! Okay, how far apart are your contractions?”
“I...I don’t know, I haven’t been able to time them. Not long, though. And they’re getting more intense. I think I had my first few contractions around like...ten this morning?”
“Oh goodness. Okay. Well, would you like me to come over?”
“I’m not taking you away from family, am I?” Izzy frowned a little, glancing at her bedroom window. The sun was on its way down, but there was still plenty of light outside, and there would be for a while, she expected. She couldn’t tell what time it was, though, not without checking her phone.
Sara laughed, a pleasant and warm sound. “Oh sweetheart. I’d love nothing more than to come help you add to your family. Give me a few minutes and I'll be right there, okay? Do you want me to bring you some food?” There was a smile in her voice, which made Izzy relax and smile a little bit too.
“Uh...no thank you, I don’t think I could eat right now…” She closed her eyes again and inhaled, feeling another contraction coming on.
“Okay Miss Mama. I’ll be there in two shakes, you just keep doing that breathing we talked about and stay comfy, ok? Is your front door open?”
“Nn-nn.” Izzy grunted, bowing her head and pressing the phone tighter to her ear as the contraction fully began. “Uh. Flowerpot. By the door. Hahhh.”
“Gotcha. Now hang up and concentrate, ok? Listen to your body and that baby, and I’ll be right there.”
Izzy wasted no time doing what she was told, clicking ‘End Call’ and dropping the phone onto the bed like it was a hot rock. Gripping onto the footboard, she bowed her head and sat up on her knees a little bit, gritting her teeth. This one was a bit more intense than the last one had been, or at least it felt that way. Rocking her hips forward, she struggled to rub and press between her legs as she tried to catch her breath.
“Whoooo...hoooo...hahhh…” she moaned softly, her eyelashes fluttering a bit. Her brain felt fuzzy, all caught up in the amazing sensations rolling through her body. Puffing her cheeks, she finally gave up on trying to give herself counterpressure and grabbed onto the footboard with her other hand, sitting up on her knees and rolling her hips in big circles. The motion definitely helped, and she bowed her head and gave soft, rumbly groans as she moved around.
When the contraction finally let go, she rested back on her heels again, rubbing her belly and letting out a big sigh. She and Sara had discussed a few options surrounding her birth. She had definitely wanted to use her tub around transition and pushing, and possibly have her baby in the water. She had considered buying a birth ball but hadn’t gotten around to it, what with everything else on her mind. She and Sara had talked about positions, best ways to push, and what Izzy ultimately wanted for her birth. It felt reassuring to have all those discussions in place, but now that the time was here she wasn’t sure what was going to happen next.
--
When Sara arrived to Izzy’s house, she quickly rushed up the front porch steps, duffel bag over one shoulder and casserole dish in the other hand. Searching around for a moment, she quickly found the spare key underneath the flowerpot next to the door, and let herself in.
The first thing she heard was the soft classical music. The second thing she heard were very clear moans coming from the bedroom, and she couldn’t help but smile to herself. This mama was definitely having a baby. Quickly taking a detour to the kitchen to drop off the plate she brought in the fridge, she hurried back into the bedroom.
She was met with the sight of Izzy kneeling on her bed, gripping the footboard with her head bowed forward and trying her best to moan her way through her contraction. The new mom’s forehead was beaded with sweat, and she rolled her hips almost fitfully back and forth.
Right away Sara went to her side, rubbing big slow circles on her back and snuggling close to her. “Hey Izzy, I’m here, I gotcha. Deep breath in…”
Almost melting into Sara’s touch, Izzy took a deep breath as she was guided to, reaching over one hand and resting it hard on Sara’s thigh. Sara smiled and put her hand over hers. “And...out...slow, slow…nice, low sounds.”
“Oooooh…” moaned Izzy softly, and Sara smiled even bigger.
“Good, good job Izzy...Big breath in…”
Resettling her hips, Izzy did, taking a big breath in through her nose and leaning a little bit further into Sara. Sara supported her easily, pressing her palm to her back and stroking the back of her hand with her thumb. “Good, that’s excellent...and out…”
Puffing her cheeks, Izzy let out her breath as slowly as she could, then sighed and dropped her head forward, relaxing. “Hahh…”
Sara let her rest, rubbing her back, and it wasn;t long before the laboring mom opened her eyes and gave her midwife a weak little sideways smile. “Hi.”
Sara laughed softly, lifting her hand from her back and stroking her sweaty forehead. “Hi sweetheart. That was a good one, huh?”
“Yeah.” Izzy sighed and closed her eyes, licking her lips a little bit. “They’ve been...pretty intense.”
“That’s good, that’s a good sign. Your baby wants to be here with you!” Sara smiled warmly and cupped Izzy’s cheek. “Let’s talk for a minute while you rest, ok? Is this position good for you? Have you tried anything else since you started labor?”
Izzy nodded weakly, leaning her head on Sara’s shoulder. “Yeah, yeah I....I’ve been restless all day long. I did some laundry, unloaded the dishes...I just felt like walking in circles. When I came back in here to change clothes, I...I ended up on my back when one started, and that was like hell.”
Sara nodded and listened carefully, still rubbing her back in slow circles.
Izzy took a breath, exhaling slowly, then continued. “When I got up, it felt way, way better. I’ve been...trying to do counterpressure, but it’s so hard with this big belly…”
Sara laughed softly and gave her hand a little squeeze. “It sounds to me like you’re doing super well. I’m so proud of you. Want me to check your progress before you have another contraction?”
At her nod, Sara gently pulled back and went to fetch her gloves. Shifting her knees a bit more apart, Izzy opened her eyes to watch her, her brow furrowed. “Do I need to lay down for it?”
Sara shook her head as she pulled on her glove, returning to the edge of the bed. “Nope, not if you don’t want to. You just stay right there, nice and open for me. Ready?”
Izzy nodded and closed her eyes, helping Sara pull her yoga pants down around her hips.
Sara carefully eased her hand inside her pants and inserted her finger carefully inside, her other hand placed warmly on Izzy’s belly. “Good news honey, you’re at a solid six. You’re doing amazing.”
“Six? Holy shit. This really is it.” Izzy opened her eyes and looked down at Sara in amazement as she pulled off her glove.
Her midwife grinned back at her, nodding. “This ain’t no false alarm!” She teased, giggling and sitting back down next to her. “Do you wanna stay like this, or try a new position?”
“Uh. I don’t know what to try.”
“Oh, there’s all sorts of things. You can stand and lean on me, squat by the edge of the bed, sit on the edge of the bed…” Sara shrugged a shoulder, giving her belly a soft little pat.
Izzy thought for a minute, shifting her weight. “Uhm...let’s try sitting on the edge...that might be good…”
“Alright.”
Sara gently took her hands and helped Izzy change positions, then settled down next to her on the bed with her hand on her thigh. “Oh! I forgot to ask! Has your water broken at all? I know you said you changed clothes…”
“No, I was just hot...it hasn’t broken, I haven’t felt a gush or anything.” Izzy shook her head, then grimaced slightly as she felt her next contraction gearing up.
Sara nodded, then scooted a little closer. “Do you want me to give you counterpressure?”
Izzy nodded, inhaling sharply and scrunching up her eyes. “Ngh. Yes...god yes, please.”
Right away, Sara carefully slid her hand between Izzy’s open legs and pressed in, rubbing her through her pants and massaging her labia just as she had done in their sessions together. As soon as Izzy felt the pressure of Sara’s hand, she melted into a deep moan, leaning back on her hands and letting her head fall back. She opened her legs a bit more as she did so, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Ohhh...hohhhhh...mmmm…” She hummed softly, taking a deep breath afterward. “Mmmm…” With the addition of not only Sara’s lovely touch and support against her labia, but just her presence nearby, she felt like she could finally relax, and let what was happening happen.
Leaning over a little bit, Izzy rested her head on Sara’s shoulder, taking deep breaths and trying to focus on the feeling of Sara’s touch between her legs. She was only at a six, so she knew in the back of her mind that she still had a ways to go, but even so, her heart fluttered a bit in excitement. She couldn’t wait to push, she couldn’t wait to finally be able to meet her baby that she’d been waiting for. Taking a deep breath, she softly moaned it out, nuzzling her face against Sara’s shoulder.
Sara smiled, lifting her other hand and gently stroking Izzy’s hair back from her forehead. “That’s it, good job...you really are doing so, so well. You’ll have your baby in no time. Keep those sounds going, nice and low in your chest.”
Inhaling, Izzy moaned again, her voice rumbling in her chest. “Ohhhhh...hohhhhh…” She shifted her hips uncomfortably as the contraction rose to a peak, her nose wrinkling. “Ahh…” she hissed, and Sara hugged her a little closer.
“Gooood, good job mama...almost done.” Increasing her pressure between her legs, Sara rocked side to side gently with the laboring mom, holding her close around her waist.
Once the contraction let up, Izzy slowly sat back up off of Sara’s shoulder and opened her eyes, pushing her hair out of her face. “Oof. I dunno if this position is any good either.”
“Not upright enough?”
“Yeah, the pressure feels...wrong.”
“Okay. We can try a deep squat by the bed, or you can hang off my shoulders if you’d like. Standing will be a bit harder for me to give you that counterpressure, though.”
Izzy sighed softly as she thought about it, shifting her hips side to side and putting a hand to her belly. “Mm. Let’s try standing...that sounds kind of nice right now.”
“Okay.” With a warm smile, Sara stood and gently helped Izzy off the bed. Smiling at her gentle and comforting midwife, Izzy right away wrapped her arms around Sara’s shoulders and rested her head down, closing her eyes. Sara rested her arms around Izzy’s waist and rubbed her back soothingly with both hands, swaying gently back and forth. After a moment of silence, she turned her head and spoke softly into her ear.
“By the way, I brought you over a plate from my house. Turkey, stuffing, and some green bean casserole. It’s in the fridge. Once we get baby out and safe, I’ll warm it up for you so you can eat.”
Izzy giggled softly, smiling. “Sara...you didn’t have to do that.”
“I know I didn’t have to, I wanted to. The turkey might be a little dry, it was my partner’s first time making it. But it should be okay anyway.”
Izzy laughed and shifted her weight a bit, moving her legs a bit closer together so she was moving her hips more as they swayed. “Turkeys are hard to cook...did you have many people over?”
“A few friends. Don’t worry, they all knew I was likely to get called out. They just expect some squishy baby photos when we’re all done.” There was a smile in Sara’s voice, and she slid a hand across Izzy’s hip to pat her belly. Izzy couldn’t help but laugh again, giving Sara a little squeeze.
“I think that’s fair.”
The two of them settled into another comfortable silence, Izzy taking a few focused, deep breaths. After a few moments, she tightened her grip on Sara, stiffening up. “Hohhh...okay, here it comes…”
“Alright sweetheart. You lean on me or hang off my shoulders as much as you need to. I can take it. Remember those nice deep breaths.”
Wrinkling her nose, Izzy tried to focus on her words and the feeling of gravity tugging on her heavy belly, but the pressure quickly became overwhelming. She cried out in a soft whimper, gripping onto Sara hard, and Sara turned her head to press her lips against Izzy’s forehead, massaging her hips with the heels of both hands.
“Bend your knees, honey. Lean into that pressure. I’ve got you.”
Whimpering softly, Izzy slowly did as she was told, locking her elbows around Sara’s shoulders and slowly lowering into a semi-squat. She spread her knees as far apart as she dared, her pants stretching easily even as they rolled down off of her belly.
True to her word, Sara supported her easily, standing solid as a rock and holding her under her arms. A slightly louder moan escaped Izzy as she hung there, arching her back and trying to focus on her breathing.
“Ohhh...hohhh…nnngh-” she grunted softly. In all honesty, her back being stretched like this felt heavenly, and so did the pressure shifting from her belly and more into her hips and pelvis. She felt like she could feel more this way, and was actively working with her contractions instead of being pushed around by them.
“Good noises, Izzy, that’s lovely…” Murmured Sara, holding her steady. She never took her eyes off of her, peering down at her as she held her close to her. Izzy took that coaching to be a good sign and grunted a little bit more, even a little louder as the contraction rose to a peak.
“Nnngh. Mmph. Hahhh. Hah-” It wasn’t exactly a pushy feeling, but more an increase in the pressure she’d already been feeling. The grunts helped her feel like a participant, her belly pulsing softly with each noise.
When the contraction finally eased, Izzy slowly stood up and buried her face right in Sara’s shoulder, tring to catch her breath. Sara smiled and went right back to swaying softly with her, rubbing her back in big circles with one hand and resting the other on her belly. “Good, good job Izzy. That was a rough one, huh? How did that squat feel?”
“Good…” murmured the tired laboring mom, her eyes remaining softly closed. “Super good…”
“Excellent. We’ll stay right here then. and you can keep that up.” Sara turned her head to gently kiss her temple again. “Those noises are perfect, nice low grunts like that are excellent work. I think you’re moving along really nicely.”
“Could you...check me?” Izzy murmured after a moment, and Sara nodded, patting her hip.
“Absolutely. Let’s get these pants off, okay?”
“Okay…” Slowly pulling back from Sara, Izzy opened her eyes halfway and began tugging at her pants, and Sara helped her ease them down and supported her arm as she stepped out of them.
“Okay...lean on me, and spread just a bit for me…” Sara murmured gently, squatting down herself. Izzy grimaced and leaned on one of Sara’s shoulders to arch one leg up onto her toes and spread her knees apart.
Sara carefully eased her finger inside to check, looking thoughtful as she felt around as gently as possible. “Hm...sweetheart, I think you’re already at 7 and a half, approaching an 8. But your water bag is definitely bulging out quite a bit. That’s why you had that increase of pressure once you got on your feet.” Smiling, Sara gently helped Izzy stand back upright, cupping her cheek with her hand and looking into her eyes. “You’re doing it. You really are. Let’s stay here for a couple more contractions, see if that water bag doesn’t break, then we’ll try some other things, ok?”
“Okay…” Izzy breathed, nodding and looking back into Sara’s eyes. “That’s...that’s okay, right? That my waters haven’t broken?”
“Oh, it’s absolutely fine honey! Just means you’ll have an increase of pressure until it does, which will likely be a bit uncomfortable. But I’m right here to help you through it, ok?” Sara smiled, stroking her cheek with her thumb. “And when you feel like you want to get in the tub, I’ll go run it for you and we can get you right in, ok? I know you wanted to start your pushing there at least.”
Izzy nodded a bit more firmly, putting one hand to her belly and rubbing a bit down low. “Yes, I definitely wanna push in the water.”
“Okay. We’ll make that happen.” Sara nodded too, then pulled her into a hug. “C’mere, mama. You’re doing so well.”
Izzy sighed deeply and relaxed into the hug, snuggling her head onto Sara’s shoulder and letting her eyes fall closed. Rubbing Izzy’s back, Sara began to sway them back and forth again, keeping her breathing slow and steady so Izzy could hear it and match up with her.
The two rocked back and forth in the center of the room for a few quiet moments, holding onto each other. Sara glanced out the window and saw that the sun had finally set, the light outside a gentle twilight purple. Smiling to herself, she drew her palms up Izzy’s back, then slowly down and around to her hips, rubbing with the heels of her hands. This drew a small, contented moan from her companion, so she smiled and did it again, increasing her pressure a bit when she approached her hips.
It felt heavenly to Izzy, and she all but melted against Sara’s cozy, soft frame. Swaying her hips gently side to side, she almost didn’t notice the signs that she was about to have another contraction. When it hit her, she grunted suddenly, then inhaled deeply and immediately bent her knees, grabbing Sara’s shoulders and dropping into her deep squat.
Sara caught her easily, leaning back a little and holding Izzy securely under her arms. “Good job, that’s it, mama. Work with that pressure, don’t run from it.”
“Nngh.” Izzy grunted in response, her brow furrowed and jaw set tight. The pressure was definitely getting worse, and she clung to Sara tightly as she tried to resettle her hips. Blowing air sharply out through puffed cheeks, she sucked in another breath quickly and moaned, bowing her head against Sara and scrunching her eyes shut tightly.
“Good job. Find a position that works, I’ve gotcha.” Sara encouraged in a soft voice, and Izzy grumbled as she tried to roll and resettle her hips. If she focused hard on the intense pressure, it was almost like she could feel the bulge of her water bag that Sara had talked about, and it was such an odd feeling of discomfort.
Falling still, Izzy took in another slow, deep breath and tried to relax, moaning deep in her chest as she exhaled. “Ohhhhhhh…” She held the sound for as long as she could before inhaling again and going right back to the soothing, low intoning. “Hhooooooohhhhh….”
--
During the next few contractions, no progress was made on getting Izzy’s water to break. Sara checked her again after her latest one, which Izzy had said felt longer to her, and found that the water bag was bulging out significantly more than before, but there was no other type of progress made. Standing up, Sara pulled off her glove and took Izzy’s hand, giving it a soft squeeze.
“Alright mama. I’d like to, if it’s alright, get the water started for your tub, and while we wait for that, try some things to get that water to break for you.”
Izzy nodded, looking back at Sara and wiping her wrist across her sweaty forehead. “You think it’s time for the tub already?”
“Well...with the sounds you were making, I think you’re getting close, yes. I’d encourage you to at least give it a try. But it’s your choice.” Sara smiled warmly, and Izzy thought for a moment, fingers laced underneath the bottom of her belly.
“Uhm...sure, it’s alright. If it fills before I wanna get in, it can just wait.”
“Alright. Hang tight, I’ll be right back.” Sara smiled and tossed her glove in the trashcan before padding away to the bathroom. They’d already discussed Izzy’s want to use the upstairs bathroom, normally reserved for guests. It had a big whirlpool tub in it, with lots of room to move around in.
As Sara left, Izzy slowly sank onto the bed, sitting just on the edge and looking down at herself. After a moment, she carefully rolled onto her side and closed her eyes, trying to rest.
After starting the tub running and making sure it was at a good temperature, Sara padded back down the stairs, taking a moment to check that the front door was safely locked and the shades were pulled before returning to the master bedroom. Seeing Izzy trying to rest, she smiled softly and approached her, smoothing back her hair and murmuring softly to her.
“Hey mama. Tub is started. We can make our way upstairs after your next contraction so we have plenty of time...during this next one, I’d like to try some nipple stimulation, help get that water bag broken. Does that sound okay?”
Izzy nodded slowly, her breathing even and gentle, and Sara smiled, stroking her shoulder. She did have tools in her bag to help break water, but she knew it made her patients uncomfortable, and preferred to use them only in an emergency situation. If she could get Izzy’s water bag to break naturally, she knew the laboring mom would progress much more comfortably.
Before long, Izzy was grumbling uncomfortably and trying to sit up, and Sara took her by the elbow and helped her upright. Without any guidance, Izzy slid off the side of the bed into a deep squat, leaning her elbows back on the mattress and rolling her hips forward as she began to contract. “Hoooooo...ohhhh, oh wow…” she moaned, her head falling back.
“Good, good job Izzy. That’s amazing, you’re doing so well. I’m gonna try some stimulation, okay?”
“Hah...okay, okay…” mumbled Izzy in reply, and Sara quickly sat on the floor in front of the squatting mother to be, rubbing her hands together to warm them. After a moment of this, she leaned up and lovingly reached down the front of Izzy’s tank top, pulling her breasts free. With both hands, she began to pinch and gently pull at Izzy’s nipples, watching her face for her reaction.
Izzy groaned as soon as Sara began her work, tilting her head to the side and grimacing. Her breasts were so sore, but she knew that this would help with the pressure. And, in fact, after the initial discomfort, it began to feel somewhat soothing, even paired with the increasing pressure in her pelvis. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she grunted softly as she exhaled, the sound growly and rumbly in her chest and throat. “Nnngh...nnnghrah.”
“Lovely, lovely sounds, Izzy...that’s beautiful. Keep that up…”
“Nnnnghaaah.” Izzy growled almost in reply, letting her hips roll back to a relaxed position. With her next grunt, she felt a bit of wetness drip out of herself, and her eyes popped open. “Ah-! Was that…”
“No honey, that’s not your water, there’s far too little. You might’ve sprung a little leak, or it just could be you’re getting ready. Don’t lose your focus, work with that pressure, ok?”
“Hmmmph. Hah. Okay…” Letting her eyes flutter closed again, Izzy took a deep breath and tried to will herself to relax, moving her knees a bit further apart.
Sara watched her carefully as she kept up the nipple stimulation, trying not to pull or pinch too hard but knowing she needed to continue this work to help her water break.
Unfortunately, by the time the contraction eased to a stop, there was no gush of fluid. Izzy groaned unhappily as she slowly pulled herself up to sit back on the edge of the bed. “Sara…”
“I know. It’s alright.” Releasing her breasts, Sara very gently tucked them back inside her shirt, then held out both hands. “Cmon. Let’s go get you in that tub.”
--
With a big sigh, Izzy took Sara’s hands and heaved her heavy self to her feet, and the two padded/waddled their way down the hallway and to the stairs. Luckily, it was only half a flight, so not very many stairs at all.
Wrapping one arm around Sara’s shoulders, Izzy centered herself and took a deep breath before starting up the first few steps, leaning hard on Sara. Without flinching, Sara supported her at every step, as if she’d done this all before. She kept one hand on the small of Izzy’s back, and the other on the banister.
When they reached the second floor, Sara led the exhausted Izzy right to the bathroom, which was now filled with lovely warm air coming from the mostly filled tub. Without any hesitation, Izzy waddled over and leaned on the wall to climb into the deep whirlpool tub.
Sara laughed as she jumped to try to help her, grabbing her elbow to help her sit down. “Oh wow, you really want in there, huh?”
“Uh-huh…” Mumbled Izzy, sinking into the water and leaning back against the wall. “Hohhh….ohhh that feels so good…” Slowly, she let her legs stretch out and ran her hands up and down her belly, scooping water over her skin. She hadn’t even bothered to take off her tank top, and that fact didn’t matter to her at the moment.
Sara kneeled down beside the tub and stuck one wrist under the still running water, feeling the temperature, before grabbing the flowered cup left on the side of the bath and scooping up some water to pour it over Izzy’s shoulders. “There...just relax, let the water help take off some of that pressure.”
Izzy nodded and let her eyes drift closed, sinking down into the water as much as she could. The warm water felt so good on her tired muscles, and having the slight buoyancy made her feel lighter than she’d felt almost her whole pregnancy. However, her rest didn’t last long, as she was quickly taken over by her next sudden contraction. And with it…
“Hgn-” She suddenly grunted, grabbing the edges of the tub and curling forward around her heaving belly. The water splashed a bit, and Sara leaned closer in a bit of surprise.
“Izzy, are you pushing?”
Izzy could only nod. The feeling had started during her last contraction, but had gotten stronger with the start of this one, and being in the water let her feel more secure about giving in to her urge. She almost couldn’t help it.
“Alright! Good job, Izzy, good job. Take a deep breath for me, and do some of those deep grunty noises you were doing before. Don’t get dizzy holding your breath,” Sara coached softly but firmly, using one hand to stroke back Izzy’s hair.
With a gasp, Izzy let go of her almost frantic push, taking a few big gulps of air to try to re center herself. Eyes opening, she stared down at her belly in front of her as she focused, then set her jaw and tried again, giving a deep, low grunt. “Hn-....hnnghaha.”
“Beautiful, Izzy. Beautiful. Keep going as much as you want to.”
Adjusting her hands on the sides of the tub, Izzy pulled herself to sit up a bit more, pulling her knees toward her chest in a butterfly as she gave another push. “Hgn-...ahhh.”
She hissed out the last sound, her jaw open and relaxed. Sara reached into the tub and pulled the soaked shirt up off of her heaving belly, resting her hand on it and looking at Izzy. “Good, good job. Relax...nice, open, relaxed sounds…”
The water splashed against the sides of the tub as Izzy leaned forward around her belly again, groaning deep in her chest. “Hnnnn….ghooooohhhh…!”
Panting, she almost flopped back against the wall, her eyes fluttering closed. “Hahh...hahh...oh god…”
With a very soft touch, Sara leaned in and smoothed her hair back. “Contraction over?” At Izzy’s small nod, she continued in a gentle voice. “Can I check your progress again?”
Izzy nodded again, and resettled her hips a bit, licking her lips and letting her head rest to the side. Sitting fully up on her knees, Sara leaned in and gently inserted her finger, looking thoughtful as she performed her exam. “You are doing amazingly, honey. That water bag is still really bulging out there, that’s why you feel so much intense pressure. I’d like it if we could keep going with the nipple stimulation, okay?” She slowly removed her hand, and Izzy nodded, panting softly.
The next contraction came on very quickly after the last one, not giving Izzy much of a rest. With a soft moan, the laboring mother resettled her hips and grabbed the sides of the tub again, bracing one foot flat against the floor of the tub with her knee up and letting the other butterfly out. Sara leaned in and, as carefully as she could, freed Izzy’s breasts from her soaking wet top, beginning her gentle stimulation again. As she pulled and pinched her nipples, Izzy’s noises changed from moans to deep grunts, a perfect sound to Sara.
“Hgn-....grahah. Ghn-...hahhh…!” Izzy all but growled, her hips rolling forward. She was the picture of determination, and she felt it too, rolling through her whole body. The pressure was immense, her pelvis felt full and heavy, but as Sara worked on her breasts and as she pushed, she didn’t feel helpless. She felt full of power and sensuality.
One hand splashed into the water after a moment, cupping between her legs and pressing hard on her labia. She massaged herself as she leaned into another push, moaning loudly.
“Goood, that’s beautiful, Izzy. You got this, mama.” Sara encouraged, unable to stop a smile from appearing on her face. She could tell that Izzy was struggling, but was also in control of her own power, and that was something she loved to see.
The contraction seemed to last twice as long as they had before, and Izzy prayed to feel some sort of bulging or gush of fluid as she pushed. She pressed firmly against her vagina and labia, massaging her labia with the pads of her fingers as she grunted through another push. “Hgn-....ghaha!”
Finally, she relaxed, and leaned back against the wall of the tub, head falling back. Sara didn’t stop her stimulation however, rolling both of Izzy’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. “Good job, Izzy. Good job. Do you feel anything?”
“No...not yet…” Izzy panted back, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“That’s alright. Baby’s still in a good position, you’re nice and open...as long as it feels good to push, you push, okay?”
Izz nodded, opening her eyes just a bit to give Sara a small, crooked smile. “That feels really good though…”
“Good, I’m glad it does...I’ve done this for some parents that all but slapped me away when we tried it,” Sara laughed, giving her a big, warm smile. “But it seems like it’s working for you.”
Izzy nodded, sighing deeply and looking down at her belly.
The next contraction took her over not long afterward, and she was surprisingly quiet as it began. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and growled as she curled around her belly, pulling her knee to her chest and pressing her fingers firmly against her vagina.
Due to the position, Sara switched quickly from stimulating one breast to just one, easing up on her pressure some too. Still though, she remained close, listening and watching carefully as Izzy leaned into her pushes.
After a moment, Izzy gave a very loud grunt, then squealed in happiness, her fingers parting around her vagina. “Ahh! Sara! I feel something! Oh my god!”
Leaning in, Sara grinned as she saw what Izzy was feeling- a very small bulge of amniotic sac just peeking out of her opening. “Hey! You’re doing it, Izzy! Don’t let up, push as long as it feels good.” Quickly, she reached and turned off the water, then returned her hand to Izzy’s shoulder, just letting the new mom work.
An almost delighted look on her face, Izzy pushed again, her jaw dropped to her chest and her eyelashes fluttering. “Ah-....hahhhh. Ahh-....hahhhhh.” She panted a bit as she explored her opening with the tips of her fingers, slightly shivering all over.
“That’s it, honey...you got this. You got this.” Sara murmured, reaching down into the water to place her hand low on the curve of Izzy’s belly.
Letting herself rest back against the wall, Izzy let her knees both butterfly outwards as she tried her best to relax. Her heart hammering excitedly in her chest, she continued to explore and massage her labia and opening, running her fingers over the tiny bulge of amniotic sac still visible.
When she began to push with the next contraction, she groaned loudly in both effort and surprise as she felt the sac bulge against the pads of her fingers, then recede as she let go of her push. Bear down, the sac would bulge and push against her fingers, let go of her push, it would ease back in almost unbearably.
“Gh-...ghahah!” Izzy cried out, her hips twitching unconsciously as she let go of another push. “Come on!” She almost sobbed, turning her head to the side.
Sara leaned close and kissed her temple, stroking her hand down her shoulder. “Hey, hey. Easy, sweetheart. It’s alright. You got this. You’re doing this.”
Scrunching her eyes shut tightly, Izzy turned her head toward Sara and leaned into her comforting presence, pulling one knee to her chest and giving one more big push before her contraction faded. “Hn-!” Her shoulders trembled as she held it, then slumped when she gasped for air and let go, panting. The bubble of sac remained bulged against her fingers much more than it had before, but still not enough for the exhausted mother to be.
Opening her eyes, she looked up at Sara in almost a pleading way, panting softly. “It doesn’t feel good to push here anymore...I think I wanna get out...I wanna get out. I’m too hot and I can’t open my legs wide enough.”
Blinking, Sara nodded and slowly got to her feet. “Okay sweetheart, where do you wanna go to? We gotta be careful, wherever we move to.”
“Back to my bed. I need to be there.” A hand still firmly held between her legs, Izzy shifted and started to try to get up, and Sara cautioned her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
“Hold on, hold on honey. That means stairs. Do you feel okay enough to go down those stairs?”
Nodding, Izzy looked up at her and slowly pulled herself up to her knees. “I gotta, I can’t...I’m so hot and I need to be somewhere else.”
Eyes softening, Sara paused only a moment before nodding, grabbing a towel off the bar and holding her arms out for her. “Alright. Careful, careful.”
The water splashed around the tub as Izzy heaved herself to her feet, and, bowlegged, stepped out of the tub. As soon as she was out of the water and upright, it was very clear the bag of water was bulging out of her a significant amount. Sara took note as she wrapped the towel around Izzy’s hips, holding it at her waist. “Alright. Lean on me, sweetheart. Here we go.”
Izzy threw a damp arm around Sara’s shoulders and held her belly with the other hand, groaning softly as the two began to make their slow way out of the bathroom and toward the stairs. When they reached the first step, Izzy paused, looking over at Sara. “I’m sorr to make so much trouble, I just…”
Sara shook her head to stop her, giving her a soft smile. “Honey, I’ve helped parents deliver for quite a few years. This is normal and totally okay, okay? We just gotta take it super, super slow, and you need to hold on to the banister as well as me, ok?”
Izzy nodded and gave a small smile, letting go of her belly to grab onto the banister. Taking a deep breath, the two began to slowly make their way down the stairs, Izzy taking one small step at a time with her knees uncomfortably bow-legged. She grunted softly as her hips shifted, her pelvis feeling incredibly heavy and awkward.
Only a couple steps from the bottom, she suddenly groaned and bent her knees more, a contraction coming on with almost no warning. Sara held onto her, a hand pressed firmly against her hip and the other holding her arm around her shoulders. “It’s alright, it’s alright. Take a deep breath. Keep one foot on this stair, open up with the other foot down. Okay?”
Doing as she was told, Izzy quickly let her foot settle down onto the stair below, and gripped the banister as hard as she could as she bent her knees, leaning into the immense pressure building in her pelvis. “Nnnngh...oh god that feels so weeeeird!” She moaned, and Sara laughed, rubbing her hip firmly with one hand.
“Give a push if you want, I’ve got you. You're not going anywhere.” the midwife said through her smile, hugging Izzy close.
Shifting her weight a little bit, Izzy grunted as she gave a small push, almost unable to stop herself. “Hgn-...ghhah. Hgn!” She bowed her head and pushed as hard as she dared, then groaned in surprise and let go of Sara to shove her hand under the towel and between her legs. “Ohhhhh ohhh my god. Oh my god it’s like a big bubble!” She moaned, and Sara couldn’t help but giggle.
“Yep, that’s exactly what it’s like. Can we keep walking?”
Izzy shook her head, blowing out her air and waiting for the contraction to ease. Taking a few deep, deep breaths, she finally relaxed, bending her knees a bit as she explored the protruding bubble of sac with her fingertips. “Oh my god. Ohhhhhh.” With a deep sigh, she finally stood up straight and let go of herself, putting her arm back around Sara’s shoulders. “Okay...okay, let’s go…”
The two carefully made their way down to the bottom of the stairs and directly to Izzy’s bedroom. Sara guided her to her bed, and Izzy immediately planted her hands on her mattress and dropped into a deep squat, huffing and putting her hand right back between her legs to cradle the soft bubble emerging from her vagina.
Sara gently took the towel from around her hips and set it on the floor, tucking it around and under her legs. “That’s it, Izzy...take your time, there’s no rush. We’re all good, ok?”
Nodding, Izzy folded her arm and rested her head in the crook of her elbow, heaving a huge sigh.
Not long after she had settled, though, Sara’s attention was caught by Izzy, still completely still with her hand between her legs and head resting on her elbow, giving a deep, guttural grunt. Right away, Sara snuggled close, leaning down to peer between her legs. The amniotic sac was bulged almost to the size of an egg in Izzy’s fingers.
Izzy groaned deeply, parting her fingers to either side of the opening and bearing down. As she did, with no warning, the sac burst, splashing clear fluid all over the towel and her fingers. The laboring mom cried out in relief, her head falling back. “Ohhh! Ohhhh my god that felt so good! Holy shit!”
Sara laughed, rubbing her back with one hand. “Good job, Izzy, good job! Push when you need to, don’t let up.”
Catching her breath for a moment, Izzy leaned hard on her elbow and groaned as she pushed again, scrunching up her eyes. “Hgn-”
Surprisingly, when Sara leaned down to take another peek, she was met with the unmistakable sight of Izzy’s vagina bulging into a teardrop shape, the baby’s head already at her opening.
“I see a head!” She called out in joy, and Izzy gasped for breath, her trembling fingers touching her opening.
“Ghhhaaaa...I can feel it...mmph!” Rolling her hips, she almost feverishly gave another push, bowing her head forward.
Just as Sara had guessed, the bulge of the amniotic sac had been holding back the progress of the baby coming down, because as Izzy pushed, it was clear this baby was ready to be born. With each grunt, more of the baby’s head became visible, until Izzy was able to hold the crown of her baby’s head in her palm. The exhausted mom gasped for breath, a huge smile on her face. “Oh my god….oh my god!”
“That’s it, Izzy honey! You got this. That’s your baby right there. Only a couple more pushes.”
Encouraged by the feel of her baby’s head, Izzy inhaled deeply and gave another hard grunt, then yelped as her baby’s head popped free into her waiting hand. “Ahh! Oh holy shit! Hi baby!” She panted, and Sara beamed, smoothing her hair back and kissing her temple.
“Rest for a second, honey. Take some nice deep breaths.”
Izzy leaned over into Sara’s comforting presence, her eyes softly closed and the smile still on her face as she tried to catch her breath. She explored her baby’s tiny features with her fingertips, stroking on either side of their neck to check for a cord. When she didn’t feel any sign of one, she sighed deeply and relaxed even more, murmuring to Sara. “Neck feels clear, I don’t...feel a cord.”
Smiling, Sara nodded and rubbed her back with one hand. “Excellent...You just push whenever you’re ready, and have yourself a baby. You wanna catch them, or you want me to be ready?”
“Ngh...you should...be ready…” Izzy murmured, sitting back up straight and letting go of her baby to lean both elbows on the side of her bed. She took a few deep breaths as Sara readied herself, listening to her midwife pull a receiving towel out of her magical duffel bag and waiting until she felt her presence back at her side. When she heard Sara’s comforting voice again, letting her know she could push whenever she was ready, she nodded, bowing her head forward and settling her hips.
Taking a big inhale, she moaned deep in her chest and sank into the pressure of her contraction as she pushed, shivering a little as she felt the shoulders shift inside her.
“Hgn-”
With one more small grunt, her new baby suddenly slipped free of her and right into Sara’s waiting hands, the room right away filling with the sounds of gurgly crying and Izzy’s joyous laughter. She’d done it, she’d had her baby on her own terms, safely and ecstatically at home. Absolutely overwhelmed with happiness and joy, Izzy immediately reached down between her legs and took her baby as Sara passed her new daughter up to her. Cuddling her to her chest, she kissed her tiny daughter all over the face and sighed in happiness, looking over at Sara with a beaming grin on her face.
There was nothing she was more thankful for.
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