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Fairy egg harvest! Often used as a valuable magic ingredient, the bigger they are the better...
Puffy pussy lips framing the crotch of your panties, fluid dribbling from your cunt steadily as the baby descends, parting your birth canal, splitting you open from within
Another set of birth sketches from clone66 also commissioned! Perhaps it may prove to be of use again.
UNDERRATED PARTS OF BIRTH
TRANSITION. we all love the pushing phase but its the part right before it that actually gets most people. for those unfamiliar, this is the final part of the first stage of labor, when the cervix opens the last couple centimeters, and this is generally regarded as by far the most painful part of childbirth. this is the part that breaks people, makes them beg for painkillers even when they swore off of them, makes them scream in agony, makes them lose any sense of rational thought. the sadist's delight :>
the fact that the urge to push is completely physically overwhelming. it's not just an urge. it literally takes over peoples bodies. you cannot resist.
the fact that sometimes the urge to push comes early. people often feel the urge to push before they're fully dilated, and they have to resist, or at least try to stave it off as long as possible, and it's torture. I read an account once of someone screaming in childbirth, not from pain but from the torture of not pushing. does things to me man
the sheer body horror of childbirth, especially crowning and the fact that the head comes out first. like... a poor, scared little thing, screaming and pushing out a baby they don't want, and then they look down and a head is hanging out of them?
the fact that sometimes people have to reach in to help get the baby out and it's just as horrifically painful as it sounds <3
you're so right about all of these. these are the ACTUALLY underrated aspects. i should post more about these things...
Heavily pregnant girl so stuffed and ready to give birth masturbating and fucking herself into labor and being plugged up cunt to womb unable to even push into her birth canal and forced to her feet to waddle around helplessly while begging to be allowed to give birth or at least stop walking and lie down
pregnant girl who loves the idea of being pregnant for longer so she prolongs labor, has her wife push the baby back inside when she can't help but push, plugs her pussy up so the baby can't come out and so on. Then a few weeks later when she is ready to give birth, she realizes she made a mistake because the baby turned into a bad position and is now coming out feet first and sunny side up. She cries for her wife to take her to the hospital or pull the baby out but her wife just watches her struggle and says "I told you not to put off giving birth for this long."
she did it to herself really. if she wanted an easy or manageable birth then she shouldn't have done that. she doesn't deserve help.
mercilessly fingering you during labor and mockingly encouraging you to push as if i dont know full well that my hand is in the way preventing it from coming out
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One of my favorite things about birth is just the utter lack of control.
You can't control when the contractions begin, right in the middle of a terrible thunderstorm that's knocked out the power and the phone lines.
You can't control when they jump from fifteen to nine to seven to five minutes in an hour, the baby sinking lower and lower in your pelvis as you waddle your way around the house in candlelight.
You can't control when a contraction overtakes you right in the entryway to your house, causing you to grip desperately at the console table by the door and spread your legs wide, you're water breaking as you arch your back at the the release of pressure.
You can't control the grunts and gasps leaving your mouth as you waddle to your bedroom, urgently grabbing the phone only to let it clatter to the ground when a new contraction takes hold while the clear static of a dead line comes from the phone.
You can't control the way your belly drops over your lap, the baby sliding down inside you and making its way through your hips. It's coming fast. You had to be close to going into transition, and you had no way to contact anyone for help.
You can't control dropping into a squat, your hands clutching at the bedspread as you let your legs spread wide. "Oh god, " You gasp as your back arches and your belly contacts, "Oh god, I'm pushing!"
You can't control when your body begins pushing for you, the muscles tensing as the head drops through your cervix and begins to bulge out your lips from the sheer size of the baby making it's way through you.
You can't control the noises coming out of you as your lips spread into a teardrop shape, you're hand slipping from the sheets to cup at your bulging pussy. Your hand barely covers the mass that's emerging from you, and for a moment you feel dizzy with worry about how large the head is.
You can't control when the next contraction comes and you have to arch your back again, bearing down on the huge head as the teardrop shape opens even more into a wide, perfect O as the baby slides forward.
You can't control the fluids dripping and squiring out of you, spraying out around the head as you push harder and harder to get the baby out of you.
You can't control the visceral urge to narrate everything happening to you despite the fact that you're alone. "I- I'm stretching!" You cry as more of the head pushes into your hand, "Stretching so much! This baby is so big!" "Mhhh oh god, it's coming out!" You groan, your hand cupping the head as you birth it by the side of your bed, "It's coming out, its coming out of me!" "I'm crowning!" You can't help but scream when the head bursts into a full crown, filling your palm with its incredible weight, "Ooohhhhh I'm pushing it out! I'm giving birth right now!"
You can't control how you squat even lower as the baby's face begins to emerge, the eyebrows popping free with a gush of fluids. The rest of the face requires a bit more effort, the nose stretching you so thin you can feel it tugging behind your poor, abused clit. You rock your hips up and down, trying desperately to force the baby from you as if you're going to dribble it out like a basketball.
You can't control the cry of relief to let out when the head bursts free. "It's head is outtttt--" You moan as your pussy flutters for a brief second after being held open so wide for so long. Your legs shake, threatening to give out a you check for the cord.
You can't control the sound that you make when you look over your shoulder and see your reflection in the mirror. The way your legs are spread, thighs open wide and resting close to the ground as the baby's head hangs so heavily from your stretched pussy.
You can't control the desperate urge to just lay down and birth your baby, so you give in. One hand cradling the head to keep it from being jostled, you lay down on your side, letting the hand that was holding the head now grip behind your knee, hooking your thigh open as the head rotate and the shoulders slot into place.
You can't control the way the shoulders get stuck for a brief second. You push wildly, your thighs trembling and your belly squeezing and your pussy working hard to expel the huge baby inside of you. "Ohhhhh-- Come on baby, " You gasp ruggedly as you throw your head back, pushing hard and clenching your teeth, "Come on, you're so close, I can feel you!" And you certainly can feel the way the shoulders bulge against your hole, stretching you so thin you think for a moment you may tear.
You can't control the gutteral moan that leaves your mouth as you pull your leg up and open, one hand clutching at your huge, contracting belly and the other holding your leg open at the ankle. Your hips stretch do wide you think they may break, but you can't do much about it as the shoulders begin to open you up and you babble nonsense. 'My pussy!" You cry as one shoulder pops through, more fluid splashing out of you as your belly heaves, "Ughhhhh, I'm giving birth-- I'm pushing it out, oh fuck, it's coming out of me!" The second shoulder pushes free to, the rest of the baby coming out with a sick gush onto the floor beneath your sites thighs.
And you certainly can't control when you're water breaks for a second time as you try to catch your breath, a familiar weight dropping through your cervix as your huge stomach contracts again and your first baby begins to wail between your legs.
Deertaurs are pregnant for seven months. Draft centaurs are pregnant for a year.
I was only supposed to be pregnant for seven months. It’s been 11 months and 23 days, and I’ve been screaming through labor for two of those days. I’ve been pushing for five hours, trying to foal my fawn-foal twins. They’re each over half my weight.
It hurts.
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Wendy had always been a size queen as long as she could remember. She loved the sensation of wonderfully round objects filling up her holes. She loved teasing the tips of them around her labia before pressing the object with firm desire on her opening. At first her vagina would yield, digging slightly into her pelvis before any stretching would start at all.
She could get acquainted with the temperature. Cold objects ran shivers down her entire body often making her more sensitive. Then… A slip. She would gasp from deep within her chest as the cold cylinder would slip inside of her, her eyes would roll into the back of her head as she tried to hang on to consciousness, Wendy’s head a fuzzy mess from the pleasure. She would rather be stuffed with something warm, feeling it burn up the insides of her pussy as she stretched and strained to warm up her belly.
With her legs spread she would push out toys all night, as hours went on she would increase the size of them as the night would go on to shameful sizes. Each toy would only edge her until the largest she could take would make her black but in an orgasm.
It was a sensation she was long robbed of for the majority of her pregnancy. From the safe period, to moving into her new apartment, nausea and aches she rarely found time to masturbate as she once did. Wendy was at least 9 months removed from her last size play.
One of her favorite parts was staring at herself while she carried around the toy. A mirror facing the foot of her bed, she would take a long, hard look at her body. Her toy would bulge impressively, pushing out her skin to the outside, she would often poke the bottom of her pelvis to move it under her skin, biting her lip in pure bliss.
Pregnant woman having been in labor for hours pushing as hard as she can until the head pokes through her stretched out cunt in a crown. She pauses to catch her breath and that’s when you make your move. You trace her taut pussy lips where they pull back over the wet skull of her baby. She recoils in surprise at the sudden touch but you don't stop there. You cup your palm over the head and push. She howls in pain at what you are doing to her. Her cunt flutter, pussy lips flap uselessly around your wrist. The head sinks deeper into her pussy and you continue to thrust it back even as you feel her birth canal flutter around your forearm trying to push back against the baby you are driving into her uterus. She clutches her belly and presses down on her stomach trying to keep the baby from being rammed back into her womb. It's almost impressive enough for you to stop. She must really want this baby out of her. Not to worry. Once your cupped hand breaches her uterus and you feel the dilated band of her cervix around your wrist, you let go of the head. She gasps when you open your hand inside her womb, groaning as you feel around. You root around in her uterus blindly, poking and jabbing the stretched thin walls of her stuffed uters and grinding into her slack cervix. The baby also flutters around and you watch the horror and pain on her face at the sensations in her belly and the lumps and movement showing through her belly. Finally, the baby kicks your hand and you grab the leg and pull gently. She's screaming again, her eyes wide in terror as her oblong torpedo belly morphs, stretching her overtaxed womb sideways. You pause and give her a moment to bask in the pain. She hesitantly touches the protruding sides of her belly, stretched wider than ever. She sobs in pain. You continue to pull the foot down and out her uterus, guiding it out of her pussy gently. As soon as you pull your fist out and let go, you smack the swollen underside of the fading woman's belly to get her attention. Push, you tell her. Her breath hitches at the odd sensation of a foot dangling from her puffy reddened pussy. She begs you in between broken sobs to just pull it all the way out of her. You ignore her and wait until she realizes you aren't going to do anything to help her birth the baby you repositioned into a footling breech. She screams at you, that you've made it too hard to birth now, that she doesn't know how to birth a baby foot first even as her body contracts like a vice to squeeze it out of her. You ignore her hysterical shrieking and watch the show. It's going to take hours to get the baby out, maybe even days. Her pussy spasms occasionally, forcing the baby out as far as it can. But it plunges back into her cunt as soon as the spasm passes. She reaches down to her vagina every few contractions as though she's going to try and pull her baby out herself. She never does. The pain of your pulling still hurting her birthing cunt.
imagine a medical school has a deal with the local hospital that, on days where the students need to practice handling certain situations, the students are allowed to use someone from the hospital. imagine you're in labor, and your baby REFUSES to come out - every time you push, or someone pulls it out, it just slips back in. you go to the hospital and are instructed to walk, unassisted, to a room. you wait in that room, crying in pain. and you're given no warning, no choice, before the room is suddenly full of med students. nobody explains to you what's going on, nobody comforts you, nobody even treats you like a person. all eyes are on your hole and the baby lodged inside it. and they all are going to use you to practice pulling a baby out.
Poor little bird-folk who has a condition that makes their eggs grow unusually large. It means they almost always get egg bound and spend days laying a clutch when all their friends do it in an afternoon. It doesn't help that they're small and slight with narrow hips that strain against every huge egg.
As they get closer to laying their stomach swells up immensely, looking ridiculous on their small frame. Everyone else they know gets a regular, manageable bump in the weeks before they lay. Usually only restricting their movements in the last few days. But their stomach is huge and obvious and horribly sore for weeks. They spend almost a month too heavy to fly and by the last week they can barely walk. You would think that going through this every year would mean they're used to it, but every time they are caught off guard by how heavy and sore and uncomfortable their giant eggs make them. Their fragile pelvis wasn't made to carry so much weight. Their skin stretches so far that they start to lose feathers on their belly and red, angry stretch marks are visible on the exposed skin. It's miserable but they know the worst is still yet to come.
Mmmmmh, I love it- that slow, agonizing stretch is just perfect.
Imagine watching your very pregnant partner on their back, eyes screwed shut with effort, howling as they push as hard as they can. Their bulging cunt bobs in place not making any significant progress. And you know it won't because you have complete control of their body. Nothing happens unless you allow it. Baby doesn't turn the right way, labor doesn't start, cervix doesn't dilate, baby doesn't even come out of their womb unless you want it to. They don't beg you to let them give birth. They tried once, a few days ago, waddling on bowed legs agonizingly slow on the treadmill, "I have to give birth," they insisted, "your baby has been in my womb for too long, you need to let me give birth." You didn’t need to let them do anything. And so you didn't. They continued trying to birth the baby anyway. And you are content to watch their fruitless efforts in giving birth.
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Absolutely drooling over being too small to birth so the baby is crowning for days and everytime you sit down, it only pushes the baby back in and you scream in pain until you stand up and the baby whooshes back down to a full crown
Ugh i NEED
you try to sit down in a way that doesn't push the baby back in but i force you to sit normally for my own entertainment <3