For the birth fetish, my likes are: unmedicated/home births, non-stressful medicated birth, post-birth comfort, hard labours, supportive and loving partners, lesbian fpreg
Stuff I like but donāt write as much: het fpreg, mpreg (het+gay), flawed but overall supportive partners, hospital births
My dislikes are: C-sections, very stressful births (i.e. severely abusive partners, births in extremely dangerous situations), major tearing, alone births
Heat flowed around Justine's body as she watched. She was so horrified with herself; her wife was experiencing the most intense pain a person can possibly feel, yet she was getting hot, watching her just push out this baby.
I would love to read a fpreg story of a woman pushing wildly while at hospital in your style of writing - it would be my ultimate fantasy birth story of all time!!!
I don't usually write fpreg, but I had this little piece in my drafts ;)
āWide knees, Claire,ā reminds the doctor.
With a big loud breath, Claire launches herself down again, on her knees and opening her legs to the edges of the bed, screaming, āGYEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!ā
She does this again and again, coming up and pressing the top of her head against the raised back of the bed with a loud gasp, then shoving everything, all of her power back down into her bottom, almost sitting on the bed, as she screams loud and long.
āDAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!ā A gasp, hoarse groans and sobs. āI canāt, I canāt!ā Then, as her husband puts a firm hand on her shoulder, she shoves down with another massive push. āGEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRā¦..ā Holds this one for a long, long time, her head and entire body trembling hard.
āGood, baby, push!ā her husband whispers to her.
For him, for their baby, she does. She pushes SO hard she can feel that sheās popping blood vessels in her eyes, and she squeezes them even tighter shut, worried theyāll pop right out.
āGood, mama, big strong push!ā the doctor cheers her on.
Sheās almost at the end of her rope, feeling like sheās going to split in half. But the head is still far up there, plugging up the exit no matter how brutally hard and long she bears down.
Sheās going to be doing this for three more hours at least.
okay consider this youre waiting for your ride to pick you up from the hospital and suddenly a car pulls up in front of the door. while the driver runs into the building for help, you go over and look at the car, finding someone very close to giving birth. they keep groaning and panting and crying out that they can feel the head, and once you get close enough you realize you can actually SEE the head. (Glad ur better!)
the situation becomes more apparent the closer you get to the abandoned carā the engine is still running, keys still in it, and deep, throaty groans and frantic screams are drowning out the sounds of the beeping ignition
you run the rest of the way, reaching the car just as the passenger slide door slams open. the occupant of the seat has their arm draped over the headrest, nails digging into the upholstery as their other hand struggles to pull their shorts down past their hips and thighs. their head is thrown back as they roar with effort, the bulge of the emerging head making a distinct tent in the crotch of the spandex. "mmmmph, burning! o-ohhh, hooo." they inhale deeply as their belly visibly spasms. "o-ohmygod!"
"imgonnahelp," you explain in a rush, words jumbled by a mix of adrenaline and arousal. they dont acknowledge you beyond a simple nod, too busy grunting as the head begins to stretch out the area between their legs more and more.
together, the two of you manage to get their shorts down just far enough for you to see what's going on, and your eyes grow wide as you watch their lips begin to gape in earnest, turning white and bloodless around the width of the skull. "it's coming!" you announce, giving them a shaky smile as they grab behind their thigh and shove down hard.
"crowning!" they yell through gritted teeth. "hoo, hoo, h-holy fuckkk. hnnnnnng!"
"head's almost out!"
between their legs, the skull had crowned to the widest point, stretching them beyond what you had ever thought possible. you could hear the voices of help in the distance, but you werent going anywhere. fluid trickles out around the head and down the birther's legs, and you lick your lips in anticipation, eager to see what would happen next.
screaming and begging as pain spreads through your cunt.
screaming and begging as the way too large head forces you open beyond what you thought possible.
screaming and begging for it all to be over after having begged for your partner to breed you full.
screaming and begging while pushing, pushing, pushing and pushing.
Laboring dom teasing their sub about how much the process turns them on. "You love watching me contract, don't you? You wanna see me grunt and struggle and crown so badly... Ask me nicely enough and you can fuck me while I push~"
oh, this is so... š„
"don't think for a second that this gives you any kind of power, pet, I'm still in charge" and "look at you, so pathetically needy" and "desperate, hm? you love watching me grunt, watching me spread my legs, even though its not for you" and "are you going to cum, pet? already? its- oooh, its not even past the cervix" and "hnnng, here it comes, stretching me open e-even wider than you" and "l-lay back like a good little toy, I want to straddle you" and "i-im going to push it out right on your chest" and "oooh, here it comes"
they pin their sub down entirely ("stay still, I can still get... mmmph, get the rope if you can't copperate") and push and push, groaning and wailing and gritting their teeth as they bear down again and again, the bulge of the head becoming more and more prominent between their legs
their sub waits eagerly, totally silent, just pleading with their eyes to be involvedā to fuck them, to touch them, to reach between their thighs and cradle the emerging head, to slide their fingers over the hot skin of their parting folds, to grasp their trembling thighs and hold them apart as they moan and whimper and groan- all such primal, intimate sounds
a loud, deep cry finally tears free from their throat as the head slips into a full crown, and they spread their legs even wider around the expanse of their sub's chestā they're too deep into it now to make any sort of commands or give any orders; they groan and scream through the rest of their birth before the baby finally slips free in a puddle of fluid, wiggling into the world on the crest of a shrill roar
later, as they nurse their newborn and watch their sub scurry around to clean up and fetch them water and fresh blankets, they muse outloud: "when do you think you'll be up for another show, my love?"
mutual birth with a domme who finds herself in labor at the same time as her sub and struggles to try to hide her contractions and then hide the fact that she's pushing while she guides her sub through their own birthā she's tied the wrists of her sub to the bedframe, leaving them flat on their back and curved over their belly while they push to give her the best possible view of what's happening between their legs; she kneels on the bed in front of them and keeps her thighs squeezed tightly together, sweat beading on her brow as she guides her sub through their pushing ("you're doing so well for me, pet" and "spread those legs just a little bit wider for me" and "im going to need you to push harder than that" and "there you go, thaaaaaats it" and "you look so perfect like this, that sweet little pussy bulging wide open for me, you're going to be crowning soon- can you feel that?") all the while fighting off the very same instinctsā the head of her own baby is grinding down through her birth canal and past the tight ring of her cervix and just as her sub begins to show their first signs of crowning, the urge to push becomes too strong to ignore and she can't fight it anymore.
she falls back onto the bed and grabs hold of her thighs, pulling her legs back towards her chest as she frantically bears down, eager to get her birth over with as quickly as possible so that she can get back to the experience of watching her sub. "just... need to get it out." she grits her teeth and shoves, the naked swell of her belly pulled so low and taut that it blocks the sight of her bulging cunt.
"y-you've been pushing?" they cry, twisting against their restraints so that they can get a clearer view of her without the obstruction of their belly in the way. "don't- hnnnnngah-ah- don't rush it like that! you'll tear."
she shakes her head, rising up on her heels and bringing one hand down to cup her gaping vagina. her perineum bulges into her palm as she inhales and pushes again, and she grunts as she feels the lips of her pussy slowly start to part. "just let me do it. its- fuck, its coming anyway. cant stop it."
her sub stares at her with wide eyes, caught off guard by seeing her so uninhibited. so animalistic. she looks both frantic and determined, bearing down with gravity as the unrelenting urge to deliver the baby consumes her. "crowning," she announces through gritted teeth, skin flushed and dripping with sweat. "just... just breathe for me, 'kay? i'm almost- hoooo, almost d-doneeee."
they do take in a deep breath, momentarily distracted from the stinging pain between their own legs as they watch the sight happening between hers.
"one more," she mumbles to herself, head slipping just past a full crown. her hand trembles around it as she provides as much support as she can, body powered by pure adrenaline. "just one more- p-pushhhh."
the slide of the head's emergence is slow, and she feels every bit of the burn as the lips of her cunt stretch around the head. "get... out," she roars, throwing her head back as her hips jut forwardāthe head pops free in a burst of fluid, dangling between her thighs just for a moment before a final push sends it sliding onto the fluid soaked sheets beneath her.
"okay," she mutters, giving her wailing infant- a daughter, much larger in size than the rapid nature of her birth would have suggested- a quick once over. "okay, okay. I did it."
her attention immediately shifts back to her sub, currently panting their way through a contraction as the head of their own baby begins to peek through their furled slit. "now," she says, still somewhat breathless. "where were we, pet?"
just putting it out there that i dont fuck with ai and i think ai generated kink sucks ass for a million different reasons, especially when you're using it to steal from artists you're too lazy to credit or manipulate images of real people. grab a pencil and draw some bad art like a real pervert.
