Sarah had been waiting for this moment for nine months.
Not the birth, exactly. She'd been waiting for the content.
At nineteen, she had already mastered the algorithm. Three hundred thousand followers on TikTok, another hundred on Instagram. Her handle was @BirthingBeautifully, and her content was exactly what the algorithm loved: young, pretty, pregnant, and willing to share everything. Cravings. Nursery hauls. Belly mapping. Gentle, serene, perfectly lit videos of her rubbing coconut oil on her bump while lo-fi music played in the background.
Her birth plan was the ultimate content. A public birth, she'd decided. Somewhere iconic. Somewhere that would get attention. Central Park had been the original idea, but the permits were complicated. Instead, she'd chosen the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The cherry blossoms would be in full bloom. The backdrop would be stunning.
She had not planned on going into labor two days early.
The livestream started at 9:47 AM. Sarah smiled at her phone, propped against her water bottle on a park bench, the cherry blossoms drifting down around her like pink snow.
"Hey, loves," she whispered, her voice bright despite the contraction she could feel building. "So today's the day. We're doing this. Right here, right now. Baby girl is ready to meet the world, and I wanted all of you to be here with me."
The comments flooded in immediately.
omg she's really doing it
queen behavior
is this safe???
SHES IN LABOR IN PUBLIC
the cherry blossoms tho
Sarah smiled and adjusted the phone angle, making sure her bump was centered in the frame. Another contraction hit, stronger now, and she breathed through it the way she'd practiced, her face arranged into an expression of peaceful determination.
The comments loved it.
so beautiful
she's literally glowing
natural birth queen
For the first hour, it was manageable. Sarah walked the paths of the garden, pausing occasionally to lean against a tree or bench when a contraction came. She talked to her audience, answered comments, explained what she was feeling. The view count climbed. Ten thousand. Twenty. Fifty.
"This is transition now," she announced, stopping near a fountain. The water sparkled behind her. "Things are getting intense, loves. Baby is moving down. I can feel her."
She could. The pressure was real now, deep and urgent. She gripped the edge of the fountain, her knuckles white, and breathed through another wave. The comments scrolled too fast to read.
she's so strong
I could never
is that her water?
Her water hadn't broken yet. It broke now.
A gush of fluid ran down her legs, soaking her leggings, pooling on the cobblestones beneath her. Sarah gasped, then laughed, then groaned as another contraction immediately followed.
"Water's broken," she said to the camera. "We're really doing this."
A small crowd had gathered at a distance. Tourists, mostly, with their phones out, filming the girl giving birth by the fountain. Security had been called, but the garden was understaffed and the cherry blossom festival had brought thousands. No one had arrived yet.
Sarah walked to a bench and sat down heavily, her body shaking. The pressure was overwhelming now. She could feel the baby descending with each contraction, lower and lower, the urge to push becoming impossible to resist.
"I need to push," she said, her voice strained for the first time. "Okay. Okay. Here we go."
She pushed, still sitting, her hands gripping the edge of the bench. Her face contorted, the serene mask slipping. This was real now. This was pain.
The comments exploded.
OMG SHES PUSHING
this is insane
I can see something
BABY COMING
Sarah pushed again, a guttural sound tearing from her throat. She could feel the head crowning, the ring of fire, the impossible stretch of her body. She looked down and saw it. The top of a head, dark hair, emerging through the soaked fabric of her leggings.
"Oh God," she gasped. "She's coming. She's coming through my clothes."
The leggings, stretchy and thin from months of wear, were the only thing between her baby and the world. The head pressed against them, stretching the fabric, a perfect round shape visible beneath the damp material.
"Push!" someone shouted from the crowd. A tourist, filming. "You can do it!"
Sarah pushed. The head emerged further, still contained by the leggings, the fabric stretching impossibly. She could see her daughter's face through the thin material, could see the features pressed against it like a veil.
"I have to get them off," she panted, fumbling at her waist. But another contraction hit and she couldn't move, couldn't think, could only push.
The shoulders came next. The fabric stretched. Stretched. And then.
A tear.
The leggings ripped along the seam, and her daughter slid free, into Sarah's waiting hands, still half-wrapped in the shredded remains of her clothes. A girl. Perfect. Screaming.
Sarah held her, shaking, sobbing, laughing, and looked at the phone still propped on the bench. The view count was climbing. Two hundred thousand. Three. Five.
SHE DID IT
I'm crying
most beautiful thing I've ever seen
viral queen
THE LEGGINGS
A security guard arrived finally, out of breath, his face white. "Ma'am, you can't. You can't just. In the garden. There are. There are rules."
Sarah looked up at him, her daughter against her chest, the cherry blossoms still falling around them, her phone still streaming to half a million people.
"Sorry," she said, and she meant it. Mostly.
Two days later, the video had eighty million views. Sarah's follower count had tripled. Offers were pouring in. Sponsorships. Interviews. A book deal.
She sat in her apartment, nursing her daughter, scrolling through the comments.
when are you doing it again?
next baby??
you should do it at the grand canyon
Surprise Big Breech: The Home Birth of Lila (tmpreg)
*WARNING: Fetish content*
Featuring:
Tmpreg
Told in a video format
Hard and intense birth
Surprise breech of big baby
See this fic on AO3 with very explicit art! (registered users only) Kudos and comments help me write more
Cast:
Elias – birthing parent, 34. Is almost 42 weeks pregnant and overdue, and has been in labour for 7 hours.
Jean – Elias’s husband, 33.
Sammy – Elias and Jean’s 6 year old son.
Maura – Jean’s mom, attending the birth and taking care of their son.
Celie – Elias’s older sister, 37.
Rhea – Elias’s younger sister, 30. Recording the video.
Amrita – The midwife, 42.
[A Google Drive video entitled: “The Surprise Breech Home Birth of Lila Part 2: Pushing & Delivery”]
Video opens with a shot of an open-concept living room, with a thin and lean man inside a blue birth pool. His husband is sitting on a stool next to the pool, leaning close to his labouring partner’s head, and they’re holding hands on the edge of the pool. The labouring man is breathing slowly and heavily with his eyes closed, rocking forward and back slowly in the pool. His other hand is in the water, unseen. He can only be seen up to his chest, but it’s clear that he’s naked.
He begins to push spontaneously, his face calm and his mouth slack, but the sound that comes out of him is so strained and tight, it would be embarrassing if he wasn’t this far beyond caring.
“Hhu–OOOOUUUUuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..”
He keeps it going, slowly rocking back and forth as he pushes hard but calmly. His mouth begins to curl as if he’s smiling, but it’s really all pressure and intensity. The camera actually picks up the sweat pebbling on his forehead in the low light.
He bursts it out, but the push doesn’t end so much as it comes in another intense wave. “MNGOUHhhhhIfeelyoubabygirlll………….--OOUHhhhhhh………”
“Breathe, babe,” his husband, Jean, reminds him quietly, as Elias’s straining sound gets very high and tight and his hand that grips Jean’s begins to shake. It almost looks like he’s puking, he’s involuntarily pushing and straining so deeply. He breaks free of it somehow, with a constipated face and lips a very dark shade of red that strain out the end of that push. His face falls instantly as he pants hard, eyes still closed calmly.
New shot from a distance with Elias in the birth pool. He’s naked, but only seen from the chest up. Sometimes a peak of his breasts appear over the edge of the pool. He’s holding onto the plastic handles on the rim, his arms spread pretty wide, small muscles and veins popping out of his skin. He’s in the process of really forcing a push as, according to him, he can’t feel the baby moving down on her own. He has to give it real gusto every time now, trying to hold each push for as long as he can. From the viewer’s angle, it looks like it feels very intense. Jean is sitting on a stool next to the pool, reaching to rub Elias’s back and brush the loose, sweaty hair off his neck and shoulders. His skin is all pink, shining with sweat already.
The camera angle settles as Elias draws in a very long breath, eyes closed, then his shoulders lower as he keeps hold of the handles, and his expression crumples embarrassingly as he audibly strains extremely hard, like he’s pooping.
Jean quietly encourages him to breathe as Elias holds the push down hard enough that his head trembles and his face goes completely red. Finally, he bursts the rest out, but only for a split second before he’s straining down hard again, baring his pained expression forward.
Elias keeps those big strainy pushes going, one after the other, getting very red and veiny and sweaty. Near the side of the screen, sitting on the couch, his older sister Celie encourages: “Biiiiig push like you’re having a bowel movement, Papa.”
“Or like you’re having a baby,” says their younger sister, Rhea, behind the camera. In the corner of the screen, Celie turns to her with a quiet laugh just as Elias, red-faced and trembling, expression calm, bursts out the push.
Cuts to a new shot of Elias from slightly above as he can be seen squatting in the middle of the pool, grabbing the handles fiercely, his hands white. He’s at the end of a very hard forced push, looking down towards his big belly as he grunts it out loud.
Amrita, his midwife and the only one attending, encourages him, “It does, push past it Papa, past it.”
Holding his shoulder, Jean talks fiercely to him. “You’re doing it Elli, you have the strength to push her out. You’re so close.”
Hearing his husband’s words and his love, Elias bears down frighteningly hard and strong, holding it for a long time, dipping into a deeper and deeper squat. His shoulders are slouched down, his face upright. By the end of it, his face, neck, and chest are a deep shade of red, and his teeth are bared in a thin grin of pain that he probably has no idea he’s making. Jean pets his stringy black hair back from his forehead just as he bursts his held air out loudly through his teeth and immediately bears down hard again, head trembling.
Rhea zooms in very close on Elias’s trembling red face and his intense expression as he bursts out that push too. “DEHH!” Then he pants hard, his arm moving beneath the water, and looks exhausted already, eyes still closed. “She’s… I can’t move her. Fuck. I’m pushing as hard as I can…”
“Do you want to try getting out of the pool?” Amrita asks, but Elias is shaking his head.
“Gonna… keep squatting for a bit. I like this position.”
Amrita nods. “Okay. When you push, try to hold it until you absolutely can’t anymore. This is where it counts, Papa. I know you’re working hard.”
Elias nods, still panting, and rests his head on the edge of the pool. Jean kisses his temple and cheek and reaches for his water bottle.
The next shot is taken from a standing position and focusing on Elias in the pool from behind, blurry at first as Rhea zooms in. Elias’s pale and sweaty bare shoulders and back can be seen in the low light as he grabs the handles on the edges of the pool, arms spread out, and his entire body flows doowwwnn. He grunts with it, hard and concentrated, rumbling deep in his chest. Jean places a hand on his back to support him, his face tight.
Elias pushes his baby down ssoooo hard and strong, determined to move her on this contraction. He dips down so deep into it that his wide open knees, still in a squat, poke out of the water. Every back-to-back push is accompanied by a hard grunt or growl which get higher pitched and more desperate each time.
The shot abruptly cuts away as Amrita is leaning in and telling Elias to keep it steady while reaching below into the pool.
The next shot is still taken from behind, zooming in on Elias’s back and the back of his head as he’s in the middle of working on another hard push. He’s trembling, his skin turning red. His legs can be seen under the dark water still in a wide squat, and he has one hand in the water in front of him, likely feeling inside for the baby, and his other hand is gripping Jean’s bicep fiercely. Jean’s face can be seen, focused intensely on Elias’s face.
“............................DJUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHAAAOOOW!!!” He gasps on reflex, loud and in pain, and Jean grabs his shoulder as he bravely pushes down again. “C’monbabyget–aaooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuttttttt…………!!”
The recording jumps ahead a few contractions, but not many. Elias’s only been pushing for about 20 to 30 minutes at this point. This shot is taken from the same angle, but Elias has turned around in the pool and faces the camera now. Jean is sitting on the stool right up against the edge of the pool, and Elias is leaning back against him. His arms are spread out over the rim of the pool, hands in trembling fists, and Jean is leaning over his shoulder, reaching over him as he holds both of Elias’s knees out extremely wide. His legs are not just wide, but high up, knees over the surface of the water and close to his breasts.
Elias looks incredible and fearsome as he pushes, really giving it everything now. His big belly is hard and high, his bare breasts draped over it heavily. Every time Elias lets go of a push, his belly bounces outwards and goes slack, but only for the span of a quick gasp before he’s launching down hard and vicious again. His face in this shot is a hard grimace, red and sweaty with his dark hair messily falling into his eyes. The reason for that becomes apparent when he, still pushing silently and hard, drops his head backwards onto Jean’s shoulder and his hair falls over his forehead.
“That’s it babe, you’re moving her, I promise,” Jean whispers, looking down into the water, as Elias’s throat starts to look pretty scary, bulging with veins and effort.
“Quick breath and push,” Amrita coaches as Elias follows along at the same time. “Goooood, Elias, well done, keep holding, keep holding, even more on the end now.”
Celie’s voice can be heard in the background, when Elias’s head and legs begin to tremble and he starts to make an involuntary strainy grunt: “Oh you’re amazing, Elli.”
He growls that one out hard and deep, and his belly relaxes and comes outwards. Then he gasps in long, bringing his red head upright again, and the camera captures his extremely hard grimace, bared teeth and squeezed shut eyes, as Jean pulls his legs upwards and open and he pushes again, hard. He holds it for a few seconds as they all encourage him, his arms and fists trembling on the edges of the pool, and he flops his head backwards again, still pushing wickedly hard, his neck bulging with veins and tendons as sweat rolls down his throat and chest.
A couple shots go by of Elias pushing like this, Jean pulling on his legs, and sometimes as Elias’s head is backwards, he puts a hand on Jean’s shoulder, so gently despite how hard he’s working and how much pain he’s in. Amrita has her hand in the water in these shots, either to take the baby’s heart tones or to feel her coming down. Everyone is encouraging Elias to keep going, keep holding down, that he can do this.
Between shots, they discover meconium in the water and realize the baby is breech. This is unexpected, but it explains why it’s been so hard for Elias to move her down.
He works hard from there on out, seen in the next shot where he’s now out of the pool and pushing with real gravitas.
Elias is squatting on the floor, legs wiiide open, holding the birth stool behind him.
Very up-close shot of Elias’s crotch and belly from a little above as he pants hard, big belly bouncing out. His skin is shining under the flashlight, either still wet from the pool or from sweat. As the camera adjusts, his big belly tenses inwards suddenly as he hitches down with a stopped breath just as Amrita mutters, “Push.”
Elias’s opening begins to bulge a tiny bit, but the baby can’t be seen yet. His legs tremble hard as he leans down into the floor harder, a very quiet and tight grunt forming in his throat.
Celie’s voice can be heard. “Oh so hard, Elias.”
Amrita’s gloved hand can be seen reaching in to stretch Elias with a finger just as his grunt gets harder and he bursts it out breathily through his nose. As if he was pushing too, Jean can be heard bursting his air out. “Dhoh, babe.”
Elias gasps in right away after that push, quick and loud, then “Huh–” hitches down hard again, belly hard, legs trembling wide open as Amrita stretches him.
As Elias strains and grunts quietly in his throat, Amrita squirts more lube on her fingers and stretches him again, coaching: “Yes there, harder harder harder. Hold it looong and strong Elias. Keep her coming, longer longer…”
Just as Elias bursts it out through his teeth, strained and airy and loud, with some spit flying in the flashlight’s light, Celie says offscreen: “Ohh what a big push.” And Jean says “Good, love” as Elias’s belly hitches hard with another push right away.
Everyone is quiet for this push, as Elias gives it everything in his power. His legs are shaking hard now, sweat gathering in the creases of his thighs, still wide open. Amrita trails her fingers left and right, pulling and stretching his tissue, and he opens and bulges much more this time. Celie and Rhea can be heard gasping happily as Elias begins to lean back, body trembling, a tight groan getting louder in his throat before the pressure explodes from his teeth strained and breathless.
“That was the push, Elias, you moved her with that one,” Amrita says as Elias pants hard and the bulge retreats.
The camera pans up to Elias’s face, rosy and sweaty as he pants while Jean brushes his hair back from his forehead and the others praise his effort.
It cuts immediately to a shot in the middle of another push. This one looks hard, and Elias holds it for a very long time. He’s sitting on the birth stool now but the shot is from the chest-up. Jean is sitting on his stool behind Elias, his head against Elias’s which is beet red and tipped back on Jean’s shoulder. Elias’s eyes are squeezed shut, his cheeks puffed out hugely and his neck massive and veiny, their hands laced together against Elias’s bare chest, pressing his breasts together. Jean is looking down, whispering into his husband’s straining shoulder: “Pushpushpushpushpushpushpush…”
The camera pans down to Elias’s opening and Amrita’s fingers holding him open and down, the bulge closer now, just as Elias bursts it out desperately and airily, a little crack in his voice. The bulge retreats quickly as Elias gasps loudly and immediately his belly tenses down and in with another powerful, shaking push.
Amrita says, “Chin down Papa, look at your baby coming.” and the camera pans back up to Elias’s hard grimace just as he tucks his chin, eyes squinting open as he brings his and Jean’s locked hands up higher, trembling hard with sweaty effort. He and Jean are looking in a mirror held by Celie near the floor.
There’s a quick shot of their six year old son Sammy sitting on Jean’s mother’s lap, looking shy and quiet. In the background, Elias’s hard work can be heard from the next room as he gutturally grunts while pushing. The voices of the others praising his effort can be heard.
Next shot starts with a nearly full-body of Elias, pretty close. It’s intense. He’s still on the stool, legs wide open, leaning forward over his big belly this time. His face is jutted out forward, eyes squeezed shut, grimacing and baring his teeth hard. His hands are on his knees, keeping them wide open, his elbows outwards and his shoulders lowered, all his muscles and veins popping. Jean is still sitting behind him, but supporting him this time by holding his breasts, squished and full in his hands.
“C’mon baby girl, your Papa’s working real hard,” Celie says as Jean encourages his husband. “Oh yeah babe, so strong.”
Elias pushes and pushes and pushes on this one, really locking in and giving it desperate effort. Every push is massive and very long, Elias tipping forward and shaking, muscular and red and vascular, about to explode from the pressure of how hard he’s trying to birth his baby. Every release is a high-pitched breath through his teeth, exhausted and desperate, but he gasps in loudly immediately and launches down again and again.
It’s so hard and intense but beautiful as Elias sucks in air and his entire body pushes as Jean squeezes and their daughter descends, slowly and agonizingly spreading Elias open between Amrita’s fingers. Elias begins to grunt very tight and hard, and the camera zooms in on his crotch as finally there can be seen a little smooth pink bump and the others cheer.
Cuts right away to a different push, right on the tail end. The baby’s bottom is visible now, smooth and shiny under the flashlight. It’s just Elias’s bulging crotch as he releases hard and breathless through his lips, and the baby’s bottom sucks back in and immediately juts out as the bottom of Elias’s belly, dripping with sweat, sucks in and he groans high-pitched and strangly in his throat. She comes, comes, comes, and Amrita repositions her hands so one finger is hooked and stretching Elias and the other is supporting his perineum.
Right as Jean emphasizes, voice strained and slow, “Good work, baby,” Elias bursts it out again, high-pitched and grunty.
He immediately pushes hard again, the hardest and longest one this time, for about 17 seconds. His entire body is trembling as the camera zooms in on the baby’s bottom stretching him open just a bit, some meconium oozing out, as everyone cheers him on:
“Good Elias, hard and strong just like that.”
“Oh she’s there, Elias. Wow!”
“D’oh’m so proud of you babe, she’s coming out.”
Elias makes a sound like a door creaking as Amrita stretches him a little more and the baby slides out more than she ever has, just visible, as Elias can’t hold it anymore.
“.........BYEEUUHHHIcan’tdoit!”
Right away, everyone encourages him, but Jean’s voice is the loudest. “You can, Elli! You can. I see her butt.” The camera pans up quickly in time to show Elias, head tipped back on Jean’s shoulder, tighten his lips and puff out his cheeks as he bends his legs up and holds his shins just under his knees, and hitches his shoulders down with another huge push, emboldened by his husband’s words.
As Elias pushes shakingly hard, fingers white where he’s gripping his shins, Jean speaks tightly and quietly into his cheek and shoulder, eyes on the mirror below, grimacing. “Push haaaaaaarrrrrdd baby you’ve got it she’s coming, push our daughter out, YES Elli I see her she’s coming, push her baby, there she is–”
The camera pans down quickly to show the baby’s little bottom again right as Elias releases with what can only be described as a growl.
“Oh you’re amazing Elli, breathe now, breathe,” Jean guides as Elias pants hard and loud, whispering “ow” and they all help him lower his legs.
Quick shot of Elias drinking some water and Jean getting comfortable on the floor next to the stool. Celie is wiping Elias’s face with a small cloth, moving strands of hair out of his eyes as he breathes hard.
Cuts to a blurry, distant shot of Elias in the middle of a push on the stool, jutting his head out on his huge, veiny neck, his expression extremely constipated, almost like he’s grinning. Jean is kneeling on the floor next to his left leg, rubbing up and down his back, where there’s now a bath towel draped over his shoulders. Gradually, Elias tips his head down, still holding the push as Jean whispers to him. The camera pans over to their son, playing with some toy dinosaurs on the edge of the pool, not paying attention to his parents. Elias can be heard bursting out the push exhaustedly, and their son looks over.
The camera pans back over to Elias and zooms in as his shoulders tense and lower with another push, hands on his wide open knees and elbows pinched inwards, same constipated grin on his face, as he slowly tips his head up. His hair is wet and greasy now, falling in knots and strings over his face, which Jean brushes back with his hand. “Right there Elli, you’re so brave. You’re so strong,” Jean is whispering, the camera barely able to pick it up.
Quick shot of Elias getting a break, breathing slowly. Amrita is using the doppler to get a reading of the baby’s heart. Jean’s mom, Maura, is holding their son on her hip, tipping him down so Elias can kiss his cheek and hug him. He whispers, “Papa’s okay.” And Jean’s mom whispers, “Tell Papa he’s strong.”
Another new shot. Elias is barely visible in the darkness, save for a harsh circle of yellow light below his belly from the torch, which the camera can’t see past Amrita’s head. The sweat on Elias’s big round belly is illuminated, and his expression can just barely be seen. He is all red naked sweaty skin, rocking slowly forward and back on the stool as he bears down deep. The camera picks up his grimace, the white of his teeth and the lines around his mouth on his shiny face, and his crunched shut eyes. He’s groaning tight in his throat, barely audible, pushing and rocking down with all his might. The chair squeaks on the floor with his hard, trembling effort, before he grunts it out hard and masculine. He immediately gasps in as Jean praises him, and his belly jerks as he bares his teeth again, legs wide open.
Celie can be heard whispering off-screen. “Gogogogo push that baby down, down.”
Elias: “KKH–KRKKH–.............. ………………..GHEEIH!” He pants hard.
Close to the camera but offscreen, their son can be heard whining. Behind the camera, Rhea and Maura comfort him and Rhea can be heard whispering to him, “Say, ‘push, Papa. Push!’ Your sister’s almost here.”
His little voice follows: “Push Papa,” as Elias tucks his chin with one more grunty push, then still holding it, raises his grinning grimace upward, neck bulging with tendons, before he slowly bursts his air out, exhausted and strained, through his teeth.
The video picks up the pace now, as Elias hasn’t really moved the baby much in the past 15 minutes. She keeps rocking back in, but now she’s close to rumping. They all encourage him like crazy. Maura has taken their son out of the room as things ramped up.
Rhea has focused the camera behind Amrita’s head, on Elias’s crotch again. Pretty much head-on this time, so the viewer can see everything as he pushes. The baby’s bottom comes down and he trembles hard, stretching his swollen labia and his bottom in the stool which creaks with his trembling power. The baby is pooping, squeezing out meconium like a toothpaste tube, and on some extremely hard, guttural pushes, a few of her toes can be seen. She’s not frank breech, but footling, it looks like. And she must be huge. They all encourage Elias as he holds down brutal and trembling, stretching painfully open.
“Big strong push Elias, biiiiig big big big push, get that baby out.”
“........gheeeeiiiiiiiirrrrrr……”
“She’s right there baby just a little more. Oh you’re amazing.”
“....rrrrUUNNGH!” *GASP*
“Big breath! Go, Papa, strongstrongstrong.”
The video cuts to maybe one contraction forward, zoomed out now so Elias can fully be seen. The circle of white light on his crotch perfectly illuminates just how close the baby is to rumping.
Elias just pushes like crazy, one on top of the other, harder than ever, hard enough to move a truck. His belly bounces with each one, clenching in and then jutting out dramatically, and his upper body trembles stiffly, sooo hard, a very constipated expression stuck to his face. With each push, he spreads his legs wider, sweaty arms gripping the back of the stool behind his thighs, veins jutting out of his arms and chest and throat like roots. The baby’s bottom and toes squeeze out, out, a tiny bit more each time, sucking far back in with every burst of air Elias releases.
Jean is stroking Elias’s thigh and he pants and shakes, wide open. “She’s here sweetheart, she’s com’n out.” Elias begins to push hard as Jean talks, tipping forward on the stool, making the plastic creak as he still grips the back of it, his face a grotesque red mask of pain and constipation and hard effort.
“C’monbaby that’s it. You’ve got it. Keep pushing, keep pushing. Oh honey.”
“....................DEUUHH…!” Baby’s bottom and foot tuck back in as Elias releases and pants hard, sweat dropping from his face in the light of the torch.
It goes on like that, hard, concentrated shoves into his bottom, looking like he’s about to explode from the pressure packed into his head and huge throat, skin breaking out in a sweat, naked body hard and trembling with constipated effort. He can’t stop, not when the baby’s colour looks pale and her heart tones are slow. And he knows this.
Voices encourage him offscreen. Breathless, Celie says, “C’mon Papa, big push. She’s almost out.”
Gritting his teeth like he’s grinning, eyebrows curled high, still panting, Elias scrambles to grip Jean’s hand and his belly contracts inwards as he puuuuuushes with a tight grunt, hand shaking hard. “EUHH–...........................c’monbabyc’monc’mongrrtoouuut…..”
“No talking Elias, just push. Hold the sound in and give it a big long one,” Amrita instructs.
Elias locks down, emboldened, and lets go of Jean’s hand with a high-pitched breath. More of the baby’s bum and foot are visible, one leg still bent up, her toes poking out of Elias’s opening. With each push he bulges and spreads open more, and it looks like the leg is going to pop right out, but she always sucks back.
The next shot is taken a few minutes later, as it’s capturing Elias from behind. The shot is in motion, as if Rhea grabbed the camera in a rush. Viewer can see Elias’s naked back in the darkness, curled over his belly and curved dramatically, every single muscle and rib and tendon visible with the flashlight reflecting off his sweat-drenched skin. He’s grunting hard and high, shaking so hard with his elbows bent and fists flexed in front of him, like an animal trying with all his might to push out this baby. His ass is dimpled and flexed on the plastic seat of the birth stool, trembling with effort as his anus flowers open from the immense pressure.
As he grunts hard, giving that same massive push, the camera shakily moves closer and Jean can be seen on the side of the frame with both hands around Elias’s wide open knee, eyes locked on the baby coming out which is hidden from view. “PUSH baby, oh yeah you’ve got it, come on my love push push push push.”
The next shot is also from behind, a little farther away, as they have Elias standing up now, the stool moved aside. He is just a tall, sweaty, ragged figure at the end of his rope, entire body shaking and humming with pain and exhaustion. Every push is summoned from the depths of his soul and shoved all the way down through the floor, and the camera clearly picks up how his entire bottom opens and drops down with the horrible pressure. He has one arm draped over Jean’s shoulders and the other over Celie’s, his legs spread wide as he stands and pants hard, ass shaking.
When he bears down, there’s no warning. The camera, with the torch below him, picks up the instant tightening of his back and buttocks, the immediate hard bend to his knees as he drops down lower, drops the baby down as his anus opens and his perineum bulges down. The little smooth bum can be seen dropping down, oozing a long string of meconium.
“Everything you’ve got,” Celie whispers, as Elias trembles hard.
He holds it so long that Jean, who appears to be pushing with him, bursts his air out first. “BHOH I’m so proud of you babe.”
“..............UUUHHRRNGH!” Elias finally bursts out, and his bottom bounces back in just a bit. He wastes no time, immediately bending down with another powerful push, soooooo hard that the baby’s foot descends over her bum and the leg finally pops out. Elias goes so hard into it, still holding it longer after that, that his hips are tilting to the side instinctually, bending down and shaking so hard that Jean and Celie have to quickly plant their feet and readjust to keep him upright. His head tips back as he can be heard groaning, barely, soooo tight and quiet and fierce, baby’s leg jiggling beneath him in the harsh light, and his distended tissue bounces back in, taking the baby with it, as he explodes out the pressure and his puffed out anus sucks back in. “....DU’HUUUGH..!!”
“Breeeeeathe baby, good work,” Jean whispers, but Elias is ready to go and not stop.
Head still tipped back on his shining shoulders, the camera picks up how he instantly tenses his hips, his back, as his bottom opens and drops waaay down hard, and as he trembles hard he widens his legs, lowering, and sticks his crotch outwards more, buttocks muscles tensing.
He’s really in it now, just pushing as hard as he can with little noise or words, save for tight groans and strains in his throat that almost sound like gags. He doesn’t sound like himself anymore. Hardly sounds human. He’s fully into it, his raw power captured amazingly on camera, birthing his baby girl out powerfully and hard for his family to see.
Now that she’s rumping and a leg is out, it’s go time. Amrita encourages Elias to keep pushing hard hard hard again again and again even if he’s not having a contraction. And he knows this. He’s more determined than ever to give birth to his daughter.
Amrita moves the stool aside to get behind him as he’s still standing, bending down and pushing with an awful grunty strainy sound tight in his throat. Rhea moves back a little bit with the camera but zooms in more as Amrita positions her hands out, not touching the baby, as she encourages Elias to keep working.
Baby’s bum and hips suck back in as he releases, and Amrita says, “Ok Papa big breath… and push!” And Elias does, opening and bending down, groaning quietly but pushing extreeeemely hard, and the baby slides out to her hips, one leg still up. He bursts it out loudly and she sucks back up just a little, her one leg jiggling limply.
“Breathe,” Amrita guides again but Elias is on top of it, gasping loudly, and as she says, “BIG push!” he groans down sooooooo hard, legs bending down more, wide open, all his muscles tensing, his perineum dropping way down and stretching insanely wide. Baby slides and squeezes out a little more and he hoooolds, but she mostly just stays out to that point. Elias bursts it out with a desperate and exhausted sound, his head tipped back on his shoulders, and he immediately gasps in and hitches loudly down again.
In this long shot, he pushes, pushes, and PUSHES, not giving up, and no one even knows if he has a contraction. But he can’t stop.
He bends and opens and trembles dizzingly hard, completely silent, as the baby squeezes dooowwwn a little more, turning so her back is to his front as it should be. On that one wickedly hard push, he gets her out to her other knee, her leg still pressed against her tummy. They all praise him and squeal as he bursts it out strained and the baby’s one leg kicks twice.
“Push honey, push,” Jean grits, looking down to see their girl, emotional.
Elias opens wide and bends down more, raising his head up, back and buttocks muscles trembling and flexing so hard under the harsh flashlight, and baby slides down down down, but not enough to release her other leg before Elias explodes his air out desperately and she sucks back up just a little, locked behind his tight tissue.
Behind the camera, Rhea says, “Oh she’s a chunky girl Elli, you’re doing amazing.”
“Don’t stop, Elias, you’ve gotta get her out,” Amrita encourages.
Jean is muttering to Elias, who is obviously in immense pain and crying, for him to breathe in and push with him. They do it together, Jean’s face tensing as he looks down at their baby coming, Elias straining and shaking and pushing and pooping a bit.
On that push, he brings the baby down to where she was at the push before, and her chunky solid body trembles with him. She is big and fat, taking up the entire space between his thighs, and it’s SO much hard work to push her past the tightness of his tissue. He’s already tearing.
“Hard baby, don’t stop,” Jean bursts out, then strains, “Puuushitpushitpushitpushitpuuuuuuuuusssshhhh….”
Elias makes a horrible, barely audible straining sound as he bends down and Jean and Celie struggle to keep him upright, bearing down with everything in his power. This push is massive, and he holds it for so long that the baby’s big hips slide out as he rips a little more, then her leg up to her ankle, still pressed up against her belly. She sucks in as he gasps, but he doesn’t waste a millisecond, hitching down loudly with another brutal, shaking push, and her leg pops out immediately. Everyone cheers and squeals as Elias keeps it going, straining so hard, head shaking, as he pushes her out to her tummy, cord now visible, and Amrita blows out air. “Phew, she is not tiny. Quick breath, Papa, then push again. You’re doing amazing.”
“DE’HUEEEGGHHHH!!” Elias bursts out crudely. “DOOOHHHmygodget’erout!”
They all loudly encourage Elias to just keep pushing, and he sounds like he’s sobbing, obviously afraid and so tired. But he needs no further instruction. He takes action, pulling his arms from over Celie and Jean’s shoulders to instead tuck his arms close and grab their wrists, and he bends his knees wide open and bends his bottom waayy back and waayy down, pushing much too hard to contain his tight, constipated grunt.
“That’s good Elias, hardhardhard,” Amrita encourages, hands still hovering around the baby.
Baby stays mostly in place, until Elias’s slick back expands with a gasp, and he bends his knees down and open and pushes back haaaard, the umbilical cord immediately sliding out and falling over the baby’s legs. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhh……..” he strains horribly as his baby gives a few strong tummy crunches.
One, two, three more hard, strainy pushes like this gets the baby to her big chunky waist, then her ribs and her chest, showing cleavage where her arms should be upright. Amrita still doesn’t touch.
Jean has a hand on Elias’s back and the other Elias is still holding close in a vice grip. As Jean looks down at their daughter, he motivates his husband. “BIG push baby, BIG. She’s almost out, oh Elli you’re so close.”
Elias just follows his husband’s words and his body’s urge. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” right down into his bottom, pushing one of her elbows down. He gasps quickly like a wave, back expanding and all his muscles and bones jutting out of his pelvis and bottom as he gives an even harder and strainier push, holding it hard and strong until the baby’s whole arm slides out.
At some point, Maura turned on the big light. Rhea’s camera movements are a little shaky as Elias lets out a horrible strain and bends down until he’s nearly sitting in the air, Celie and Jean keeping him upright, as Amrita hooks her fingers in to pull down the baby’s other arm.
“Ok good job Elias, breathe real quick,” she says, as Elias shouts and gasps.
“Igottaget’er–AAAOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Elias strains gutturally with a massive push, bending way down and back, as Amrita’s shaking hands try to reach in to find the baby’s chin. Elias holds it down hard until his voice sounds alien, then he just gasps and gasps, baby’s neck jumping back up a bit. She’s floppy now.
The next shot is chaos as Amrita instructs them all to get Elias in a lunge position on the floor. He’s confused and panicking and in pain, so he doesn’t understand until Jean gets his knee up. He’s already pushing and groaning gutturally hard, almost screaming, as the baby’s head is the last thing to stretch him.
This shot is intercut with some grainy and dark footage from Maura’s phone, who is standing in the doorway in front of the whole scene. She captures Elias in a lunge, hard, trembling grimace turning into a slack, red-faced, veiny, guttural scream. Jean is right next to his face, encouraging him. Celie is at his other side, looking from his bottom to his face.
Rhea captures this same shot from the back, Elias pushing and screaming with all of his might, and the camera can see the baby’s chin drop down just a bit as Amrita performs a gentle chest press, Elias’s perineum and anus bulging out massively. The second Elias releases, the head sucks right back in and his perineum and anus go inwards. Then he’s told to push as hard as he can, and this is it. He bulges out immediately, gigantic and open, as Amrita does another chest press and tells him to push hardhardhard while beckoning Jean over to catch, and Elias screams.
Voices can barely be heard over his guttural screaming: “One more push Elias give her one more!” “C’mon baby push hard, I’ve got her! OH! I’VE GOT HER!” as the shot changes to Maura’s phone, showing how Elias grits his teeth and gives it one more powerful push, grunting and straining like an animal, putting every last drop of his effort into the push that will get her born.
Red face, massive, veiny, bulging throat, chest, and bare breasts, knees wide open, one hand on the floor, one hand shaking in Celie’s… Jean scoots behind and exclaims as Elias’s entire body flushes red and shudders down, and as he screams his face goes calm but so red and strained and he shows his bottom teeth.
The shot quickly changes back to Rhea’s angle, Elias screaming raggedly and horribly, as Amrita guides Jean’s hands under hers and wiggles the baby’s huge, squeezed head side to side, Elias wide open and torn and bloody, and then POP!! The baby’s huge round head launches out with a spray of blood and she folds forward into her father’s hands SO fast, her little fists tucked up by her chest.
The shot changes quickly to Elias’s face for a replay of this same moment. His scream goes horribly loud and ragged, and he jumps forward, then his eyes shoot open as he gasps like he’s coming to life.
There’s tears of joy and shock as the shots keep switching, showing the baby on the floor in Jean’s hands, blood pouring over her. Amrita is stimulating her and she quickly begins to cry, and Jean sobs loudly and happily. They tell Elias to look down, and the shot shows his face as he’s gasping, totally in shock, his eyes sort of rolling back as Celie still grips his hand and his elbow, encouraging him to get both knees under him and look down at his baby.
He does eventually, and cries as he releases Celie’s hand and picks her up. Jean helps him bring her to his chest, and Elias rubs all the blood and birth juice all over her. She is BIG, chunky tummy, arms and legs, and big bruised cheeks. She’s got a full head of thick, dark hair.
There’s a bonus ending shot of Elias lying in bed under blankets, filming on his phone as Jean and Amrita weigh the baby. Jean looks at the scale and puffs out a laugh like he can’t believe it.
He looks at Elias’s smiling and curious face and, grinning, says, “You’re recording?”
“What is it, daddy?” Celie asks.
Slowly lowering his daughter to the bed, Jean makes sure everyone is listening before he declares, “Ten pounds ten. Ten-ten, even.”
The camera pans to Elias dropping his mouth open as everyone reacts with “oh my god”s and laughter.
“Ten pounds ten,” Amrita confirms, nodding.
Focusing on Elias, Rhea says behind the camera, “You are a rock star, Elias, that was haaard.”
Elias just laughs in shock, accepting his baby into his arms from his husband. The camera zooms in on her chunky little face, her huge cheeks, as Sammy can be heard squealing in the background and Jean says, “Yeahh, you gave your Papa a hard time, huh.”
The shot pans up to Elias’s face as he looks up at his husband and points. “I am never. Never. Doing that shit again.” Before he goes back to smiling down at his big baby girl, totally in love.
A/N: Based on my sims legacy save, when I say Johnny I mean Johnny Zest lol. First fic like this be nice.
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Johnny was pregnant. Heavily. He was overdue, actually, by a good couple of weeks. Contractions when you’ve progressed this far are normal, but Johnny kept insisting that the pressure he’d been feeling for the past day and a half were simply nothing more than braxton hicks. Practice contractions. His lovely boyfriend, Romeo, just wanted to be there for him. As much as he wanted to scoop him up, put him in the car, and drive him to a hospital the moment he started feeling the pains.
That’s not what he wanted, though, and so instead he just waited on his every need and made him feel better in any way he possibly could. Whether that was softly rubbing his belly, making his favorite food, or letting him cry through the contractions on his cock until it became too uncomfortable to keep going. He did whatever he could. Eventually, they both just went to sleep, promising that if he was still feeling them the next day, they’d do something about it. Their seemingly perfect plan hit a wall when Johnny woke up suddenly at near four in the morning.
A sharp pain hit his back and spread through his stomach, making him sit up before he could even realize what he was even doing. The muscles in his torso had tightened harder than they ever had, and a vague pressure loomed in his hips, bringing this deep pressing to his cervix. He squeezed his eyes shut, leaning back on one hand, the other rubbing his tight belly as if it would help ease the dragging pain that only seemed to increase the longer he was awake.
After a good two minutes of biting down groans, the wave turned into a dull buzz, and he was able to sit himself back up proper. He had finally accepted that, maybe, he was in true labour. It must have been early labour, though. Everything from the last couple of days was just practice contractions, braxton hicks. It could still be days until they held their baby, right? He wasn’t going to worry much about it. That’s what he told himself at the very least. He got out of bed as carefully as he could, not wanting to wake Romeo.
He had been worrying about him all day, on top of a full day at work; He wanted to let him get his rest. As he slid to the side of the bed to hop off, he found it was wet where he had been sleeping, slightly sticky. He ran a hand over the pool. It wasn’t just wet in one place, rather as though something was dripping to create it. It wasn’t a case of wetting the bed, he was in his tenth month of this pregnancy, he knew what that looked like. After wiping his hand on a dry part of the sheets, the confusion growing, it hit him.
His water had broken in his sleep. He’d always had an incredibly high pain tolerance. This wouldn’t surprise anyone who knew him, that he didn’t complain about being in active labour until his water broke. That he hadn’t even flinched at the thirty hours worth of contractions he’d been through. Usually, it was a positive trait, but it was quite inconvenient at the moment now that he was thrown into pain hours after he should have. There was no gradual introduction, it was simply there now. He hadn’t felt the pressure yet, the life shattering pain everyone had warned him of, he just assumed that meant everything he’d felt was just false labour.
It would be gone in the morning. If not gone, then lesser. Nothing could have prepared him to wake in a worse state. Before he could even hoist himself up on his feet, he felt another contraction building. His entire body tensed as it only got worse, first his stomach, then his chest, then his calves and thighs. He felt the stabbing sensation at the base of his back. Arching as if attempting to get away from the pain that, in reality, was utterly inescapable. It was hard, bad, not anything he couldn’t handle, but truly bad. It hurt like a bitch.
Even he, the man who once walked on a broken ankle for multiple weeks no problem, could admit that. Johnny wondered how far along he was, how long he had actually been at this, and how much more he had to go. His belly was far too big by now to check for himself, but he wasn’t going to wake his boyfriend up if it wasn’t a total emergency. He’d made it this far on his own, he could let him sleep for another hour or so. He would just start the day on his own, and when his boyfriend woke up, as much as he didn’t want to be anywhere near a hospital, they’d go. He just wished he had any way of knowing how much time he had left.
After stretching and changing his soaked pajama pants, he pulled himself up from the bed. He made coffee, saving some for Romeo who he knew would need it just as much as he did, tidied up the unfinished card game they’d been playing the night before, and once he got too tired to continue properly occupying himself, he sat down on the couch and began flipping channels. He had barely gotten through the small tasks he had finished, every five minutes having to stop to lean on whatever was nearest and whimper through the contractions which were frequently growing in both number and intensity.
By the time he had finished everything, it was nearing five in the morning, and he knew Romeo would be waking soon. He utterly dreaded if. He didn’t want his boyfriend seeing him this way, he never wanted him to see him this way, but especially not as panicked and unprepared he felt. Even though it was unavoidable from the start, he hoped that somehow he’d avoid Romeo being in the room when he was eventually dragged to a hospital and forced to give birth there. He knew once Ro saw him like this, he’d immediately be on his way to the nearest emergency room. At least that’s what he thought. He didn’t realize how far his labor had gone, he’d never even checked to begin with. This was all new to him, he’d never done this before, how was he to know what it should be like.
There was a part of him that thought he was simply being a lightweight, a wimp about the pain. He was in the early stages, and managing it horridly. He continually reprimanded himself through pains, meanwhile his hips were being split open from the inside out. He didn’t know much, but he knew he wanted nothing less than to be in a sterile, professional, space. Lucky for him, he wouldn’t have the time to get there. He took in a sharp breath as he felt another contraction kick up. This one was different, not inherently more painful, just more intense.
He didn’t just feel his belly harden. He felt the large head of his baby spreading him deep inside as it descended into his canal, the tighter his stomach got, the smaller his innards felt. He doubled over, knees bending to make room for his round belly. The feeling became so overwhelming, he finally let himself make more noise than the gasps and strangled breaths he had been allowing himself thus far. He let out a high pitched whine, loud and piercing, only gaining in volume as the pulse peaked. Once the wave passed, he hoped and prayed that Romeo had not heard, panting and gripping onto his own thighs for dear life. He didn’t want to deal with the sterile air of a doctor, hands all over him, and the bright white lights above him.
He would rather continue struggling here, on the floor in front of the couch, than have to go into the ER right now. He would rather be outside on the pavers of their back porch than go into the ER right now. He couldn’t care less whether he was alone, as long as he could stay in his own home where he was comfortable. “Shit-“ He said to himself, being cut off by his own whines as he vividly felt every body part moving past the opening of his cervix. Their tiny limbs feeling quite a bit larger in the man’s small body. He let out sharp pants and whines every time another little part caught on the edge of his uterus, only adding to the push and pull sensation burning in his stomach.
Every hand, hip, and knee, and shoulder self a jolt of pain and pure pressure through his entire body. Legs shaking, he fell to his knees on the rug below, accidentally doing nothing but opening himself further. “Shit! SHIT!” Now he was yelling. He regretted it the moment it came out of his mouth, but he simply couldn’t have stopped it or controlled it. The baby was moving quickly towards his slit, faster than he thought it should be, faster than he thought it could. The weight now being put on the inside of his cunt was so noticeable, so strong and intense, if you told him he swallowed a bowling ball he would have believed you. He was going to give birth, alone, in the living room whether that’s what he wanted or not.
As the pressure built, so did the frequency of his shallow breaths. Focused on not screaming, not pushing with all his might, he failed to notice that his boyfriend had been woken by his distressed yelling moments before. He slinked into the room, finding Johnny with his knees digging into the usually soft plush of the carpet, a deep bulge threatening to tear his pussy apart. “Johnny! What the hell is going on! Is- is that the baby?” He was stunned, here he was looking at his precious boy struggling on the floor with the birth of their child. Their child. The sun hadn’t even risen, and here he was choking down his own screams as he birthed an overdue child. They weren’t even sure how big the baby was, since Johnny refused to go to appointments for the last few weeks of the pregnancy, he couldn’t imagine what would have lead him to believe he should go through with this.
He knew he didn’t want a hospital, but if he had known he’d go this far, he’d have helped him plan something safer at home. Johnny continued straining, hand moving from his thigh to the corner of the table. He gripped it tightly, so tightly it may break the skin of his palm. The smallest sounds of effort made it through his gritted back teeth. Romeo rushed over to him, kneeling beside him and softly placing his hand on top of his boyfriends, thumb running over the back of his hand as an attempt at comfort.
The baby didn’t move much, and the contraction soon faded, leaving Johnny panting and slack jawed. “Romeo- Ro, I’m so sorry. Didn’t- I didn’t mean to wake you up.” He huffed, hand still clipped to the coffee table even if the pressure had let up. Romeo ran a hand through Johny’s hair, prompting him to look up at his face, and into his always encouraging eyes. His former coaching self would always be around, especially when the love of his life needed coaching more than ever. Needed a pep rally at his side more than ever. “Babe, you should’ve woken me up hours ago from what I can see.” He chucked, trying to lighten the air in the room with the ever present charisma of his. Continuing to run a hand though his boyfriends hair, Johnny leaning into the touch as if it was a lifeline from the consistent feeling of being stretched from the inside out.
At if the gentle scratch from his boyfriend’s nails outweighed all the damage he’d endured this morning. “I’m here, that’s all that matters. You’re gonna get this baby out.” Johnny just nodded, tears pricking his eyes at the compassion he was being given. He attempted to blink them away but when that failed he simply let his eyes shut, setting his cheek in Romeo’s hand. Enjoying his presence for a moment, a moment of quiet in this buzzing, nonstop, morning. “Here, before you’re in any more pain, let’s get you in a better spot. Sitting like that just can’t be comfortable, and I can’t see what’s goin’ on the way you are.”
Again, Johnny just nodded. Romeo helped him stand, a sharp groan falling from his mouth as the weight shifted in his uterus. He sat him down on the edge of the couch. Grabbing every pillow from the couch, the loveseat, and the big rocker in the nursery that they’d spent weeks picking out. He set them up around Johnny, giving him a nice, soft, place to lean and move. It looked a bit silly with all the different patterns and pillow covers, obviously unplanned and doing well with what they had, much like every step of this birth so far. “Ah. Ah- Romeo.” Johnny whined, panic in his voice as he once again felt their baby punch towards his cunt.
“Ro! Romeo! Shit, sh-“ He cut himself off with a sob that turned into a whine, his hands grasping the first things they found around him. One twisting the corner of a pillow, the other clawed into the back of the couch. Formerly tense leg muscles now feeling restless, it took everything in him not to snap his legs together. As if it would stop the child from coming out, or give him a break. “I’m right here! Just do what feels right, sweet boy, I’ll take care of the rest.” He had moved to kneeling between his knees, having full access and full view of his boys entrance. Usually a sight that would get him beyond excited, it just gave him anxiety. It was still bulged, not yet open, the head sitting just behind his lips.
The hair around was trimmed back and groomed to a T, just how Johnny liked it to be, it made his job a bit easier at the moment, he had to admit. Raising his hand, he gently prodded around the outside of the inevitable ring to see what he could feel. This caused Johnny to jerk back, a quick breath releasing from him. Romeo could only look back up at him with sympathy. “It’s coming, Ro, I gotta push. I can’t- I gotta fuckin’ push!” Back arching off the couch in some attempt at escaping the pain, he started pushing downwards, hard. His boyfriend was sending strings of encouragement, but he couldn’t hear any of them over the sound of his own humming, still trying not to make much noise even though Romeo was awake and in front of him.
Maybe it was the embarrassment of showing pain, but it was obvious that he wasn’t letting himself feel. Romeo took two fingers on both hands, tracing them around Johnny’s slowly opening cunt. He watched closely as the first glimpse of their baby bulged from his hole, bald head shiny with birthing fluids. Just barely peaking out, barely even stretching him. You’d never know with how strong he was being vocally. Romeo wouldn’t say a single thing, for fear of scaring him even more, but he was worried about how large this baby seemed. The bulge spanned from one hip to the other. His boyfriend was tiny, and he evidently had a very long way to go. He pushed until the contraction left, the very few progress he’d made being reversed as the baby receded right where it was before he began pushing.
When he finally let go, he let himself fall forward, whimpering to himself. “She went back, Ro. That was my third push- Why? Why did she go back in?” He cried, the desire to push creeped up on him, despite the lack of urge. The longer their baby pushed against his normally plush walls, the more the overstimulation set in, the more he just wanted them out. “I know, baby, that’ll happen. Don’t worry about it.” Romeo rubbed his boyfriend’s thigh with one hand, feeling as goosebumps appeared on his skin. He looked at Johnny’s face, he had to admit he looked gorgeous like this.
Hair slick to his face, putting so much effort into birthing their child, if he wasn’t so focused on keeping him safe, he might have found himself hard against his thin sweatpants. “Do whatever you need to do, lovebug. I promise, I’ll take care of you-“ “Oh god- no- not again so soon!” Johnny spread his legs further, his body pushing the baby downward once more. He strained, feet pressing into the floor as he felt the sting of himself being stretched. The head surged up onto the forehead, and he couldn’t help but let a small shaky moan out of his gritted teeth, still trying to bite down his grunts and groans.
The pain was getting to be something like he’d never experienced before. “Johnny, babe.” Ro squeezed his knee to get his attention, the fingers of his other hand hooking between the head and Johnny, gently pulling in order to stretch him further. “We’re the only ones here. You’re allowed to feel the pain, yknow. You’re allowed to make noise.” He shook his head frantically, gasping out a ‘no cant’ between pushes. Romeo knew him better, he knew he could, he just wasn’t letting himself, whether for embarrassment or the fear that he’d get into trouble, he wasn’t sure. “Let me make myself more clear. I need you to scream for me.” A sob left Johnny at these words. He just barely shook his head again, both at his boyfriend and at the baby inching its way from him. “I need you to yell and groan and swear and do whatever feels right to get you through this. You’re in control.”
“Fuck! Okay, okay!” He yelled, letting another sob as the push continued. He got the babe out to its forehead by the time the contraction began letting up. As he stopped pushing , he felt as the small progress he had made once again slipped back inside of him. “No! No, no, no, no, no! Please!!” Romeo hooked his fingers into his boys cunt once more, stretching the skin around what was still present of the head. He wanted to help as much as he could, he knew he needed this to be over as soon as possible. Johnny whined and writhed at what felt like his pussy being torn. He knew it was just Ro, and he knew Ro would never let that happen, but it sure felt like it.
The tingling of the forced stretch was almost unbearable, he couldn’t imagine how the rest of the actual birth would feel. His steel tolerance to pain was being shattered by the second. “Romes,,” He whimpered, stretching his arms around his taut belly to grip onto his boyfriend’s wrists. He wanted to push his hands away, scream at him to stop even though he knew it would help. “I can’t do this, Romes. This fucking hurts, I feel like I’m being torn apart. It hurts- it hurts so bad- Romeo please!!” He didn’t have much time to prepare before the next wave hit him, screaming as his body bore down for him. The baby jumped forward, showing its forehead with no trouble this time, the movement now too much and too quick for its father.
“You’re doing so good for me, sweet boy!” Romeo encouraged, hoping his boy could hear him over his own screaming. His hands only held onto Ro’s wrists harder, likely not even realizing that’s where his grip was. He kept pushing, head leaning back onto the back of the couch, amplifying the high pitched sounds he was making. “Push! Push! Go, go!” “I am, Ro! I’m trying!” Johnny cried, taking a big breath before going in for another push. The contraction was still strong, maybe it was another contraction, actually. How was he to know when they were borderline directly on top of each other. He could feel every curve of his baby’s face as it slowly sunk out of his hole.
The moment he began passing their nose, he knew, and he hated every second of it. “Help- God- Fuck- Any way you can, pleeeaaase!!” Johnny’s ‘please’ ended in a scream as the baby moved once more. Romeo tried to shush him, calm him by running his fingers up and down his calf, but deep down something told him the only way to truly help would be to get the baby out. Once again, despite the “ah!”s and “not again!”s of protest, he wiggled his pointer fingers in between the tight skin of his boyfriends cunt and their baby. He stretched the skin gently, hoping to pull just enough to get it over the pretty point of their kids nose.
“I know it’s gonna be hard, babe, but when I pull- you will push, you have to push.” Ro directed, heart racing as he prepared to hurt his boy in such a way. “Nooo!” Johnny exclaimed, not wanting to be in any worse pain than he already was. His face was red with the effort he had already put in. But as he felt his lovely boyfriend pull at the already burning skin of his pussy, it was like instinct. “Okay, I’m pushing. Fuck- Romeo I’m pushing! That fucking hurts!!” He pushed as hard as he could, feeling as he was stretched just enough to get the nose and lips out of him. “Do you want to keep going? You need a second? Do you still need my help?” Romeo asked, covering his bases before anything else could happen. His boy just responded by continuing to push, pulling his legs up towards his chest in an attempt at furthering his progress faster.
His screams picked up, turning from high pitched cries to a full blown murder scream. Until suddenly, it stopped. The pain became dull for a moment, and his voice grew quieter, nothing but a soft “ah- ah- shit-“ to be heard. He had birthed the head. Johnny was finally able to take a breath. His cunt felt more used than it ever had. He knew Romeo would be making jokes about how he’d have to give up his size queen status after this. The thought of a time after this, after this grueling pain. He’d be giving the baby a bottle, and Romeo would be teasing him, and he wouldn’t be feeling the fullest he ever had. He wouldn’t be feeling like his insides were being torn and pulled and he would be holding onto his boyfriend for much more enjoyable reasons than this. His moment of peace was near immediately interrupted by the pressure returning.
Though, not as intense as the hardest part was over with, it was still enough to make him groan in distain, feeling the sting of tears prick up in the corner of his eyes. “Not again, not so soon-“ He felt himself push before he could even make the decision to. Tiny sharp bones pressing against the inside of his already sore lips. “You’re okay. You can do this.” Ro encouraged, running the backs of his knuckles over the insides of his thighs. For the first time in this whole process, Johnny was calm enough to even hear him. He couldn’t help but give a tired smile, the grin matching his half lidded eyes. Of course Romeo would be throwing motivation like this, his personal trainer roots never die. “One more hard part and it’ll be done! C’mon, pretty boy, I need you to push.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. In fact, he wasn’t sure he could stop himself if he tried, both shoulders attempting to emerge at the same time.
It was nothing compared to the head of the babe, but it was a stretch, a stinging in a way he hadn’t felt yet. Their head was round, and smooth, and their shoulders were bony and flat and digging into his skin in a way that made him think just maybe there might be claw like marks when they were done. “Mmmmm-“ He hummed, volume only getting louder as the contraction built. “God fuck! It’s coming!” One shoulder slowly pushed through, dragging and pulling against his skin, eliciting high pitched whines from Johnny. He could feel his stomach harden and tighten with the effort his body was going to in order to get this baby out, and still it felt like it was going to last an eternity. Finally the one shoulder broke through, Romeo’s counter pressure likely the only thing keeping Johnny from tearing. A single second of relief that he wouldn’t have to push them both out simultaneously. He couldn’t imagine.
“It’s almost done, baby, just keep pushing. Keeeepppp pushing.” His boyfriend comforted, keeping one hand on his pussy, the other still gently stroking his thigh and calf. The child twisted, slinking it’s way out. Johnny continued crying and yelping as he wasn’t even pushing anymore. If he wasn’t yelling explicits, he was clinging to anything he could reach and allowing his whines to get higher. The contraction was doing everything for him, unable to push for himself even if he wanted to. This final stretch was going so fast. He was terrified. He wanted it done. He didn’t think it would ever end. But it did. With one final “Holy fuck! No!” the other shoulder popped free.
“Ro, please! Please! Pull them out! Pull- please!” He screamed Romeo couldn’t say no to begging like that. He eased them out of his boyfriend, gently hooking his hands under their arms and pulling upwards. Johnny whimpered as the babe was finally out of him, and Ro had just placed them on his bare chest. “Oh my god…” He moaned, holding onto his baby like they’d poof from existence if he didn’t hold on enough. He rubbed their back and they immediately started crying, causing tears to prick Johnny’s eyes. That was his babe. That was his daughter. “Ro!” He called to his boyfriend, who was in fact gone from the room to gather some scizzors and towels. “We have a girl! A little girl!”
405.8. A woman who loves the process of pushing and giving birth makes attempts to prolong the birth of her own baby. She sits down on a surface where she relieves the contraction by pushing the baby out against the said surface. Let the imagine/story end with the woman still pushing. Bonus if the woman takes measures into making sure she can’t get up from where she’s sitting (gluing herself, tying herself down)
Pre-story notes: Oh, did I have fun with this one. This version follows the prompt a bit more closely, It will end with the woman still pushing, but I might have a longer version, or a part two on my page soon.
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Andrea moaned, the moan turning to a scream. To anyone who looked, she was every part the pregnant woman in pain, large, round, panting, swaying, rocking, the works. But Andrea wasn't screaming in pain. She was screaming in pleasure, her normally low voice even huskier from her hours of moaning through contractions. Oooooooooooo.... ok... Getting close now...." Andrea straightened up from the position the contraction had forced her into and continued her preparations. All of her windows were shut, her room was lined with noise insulating foam, multiple cameras to record the video for her own later enjoyment were set up, a collection of equipment ready to go by the small loveseat in her room.
From the first time she had masturbated, Andrea had always been a size queen. Finding bigger and bigger items to fuck herself with until she was a quivering mess on her bed. Her exploration one day had nearly ended in disaster though. Her dad had nearly walked in the day before she moved out, her usual toys packed away, so she'd had to improvise. She was busy pressing an orange to her pussy, grinding on it until she was so close, so close... Then the door had opened and she had to hide the evidence. She couldn't find anywhere in that instant to hide the thing, so she did what she had to, to hide her own pleasure and save her father from the most embarrassing thing he'd ever see. She had quickly shoved the orange completely inside and shouted that she was changing. Her quick thinking had saved both her and her father's dignity, but had led her to a more immediate problem; namely, the orange stuck inside her vagina. It had taken a while, two hours of straining and digging before she figured out how to push the fruit out of her. And that day... it had changed her, the slow burn, the stretch, the fullness...
Andrea shook her head. She could get wet just thinking about those feelings. And with what was coming... oh, she would be too. Her water hadn't yet broken, but the contractions were starting to get to a level of consistency that would send most women to the hospital. Andrea, however, had no intention of doing so. She had every intention of enjoying this however, and that meant no prying eyes, not the eyes of doctors, midwives, doulas, not even her ex. Her preparations finally complete, she closes and locks the door and turns on the cameras. She reaches to her hips, and grabs the waistband of her jeans. Instead of starting to pull them down, she waits for the next contraction and pulls them up, the pressure of the tight material against her crotch feeling glorious against the contraction... And she wasn't even pushing yet. She knew what she was doing. She had gone over ever single available resource for birth. She knew that there were signs that she could use to tell if she was dilated. Her belly was too big to get proper access to her cervix to check it. She'd wait until it felt like her body was pushing on it's own, or if she took off her pants, she'd look for the vertical purple line above her ass to see if she was ready. Not ready to push, obviously, but ready to step things up when it came to holding back. She'd never given birth before, never seen one in person, but nearly every video she watched when alone, everything she'd read in her spare time, the only thoughts that raced through her head when touching her most delicate places, all of it had led her to this.
"Oh....GOD!" Andrea cries out as she squirms on her perch. An hour into pushing, and she'd found herself straddling the back of the loveseat, one of her long legs supporting her weight on the floor, the other folded and balancing her on the actual seat, and her crotch, feeling full and overly warm, pressed on the padded back of the piece of furniture. She rocked her weight back and forth, suppressing her urge to wriggle her hips back and forth too at how delicious the motion and pressure felt. Badly suppressing. When she finally gave into it, the quick, vibrating motion was so strong it nearly knocked her over. Andrea gasped in fear and quickly stabilized herself, stilling her hips and simply focused on pulling her hips down even more firmly on the back of the loveseat. "OhhhhhHHHH," She moaned as the pressure spiked with the end of her movement.
Andrea looked down on the floor at he small pile of toys she'd gotten ready for today, and considered one. A chastity belt. The tight leather and steel device had been a great friend in the past, denying her every urge and attempt. Real friends told friends 'no' when needed. Andrea took the brief moment between contractions to climb off of the loveseat and pick up the device. It would fit, despite her belly, she had worn it just earlier in the week. For days. She'd denied herself any access to the part of her body that had thrummed and screamed for her attention, for her touch, for any touch really. But Andrea had long known the value of patience, and stopped herself from cumming for three whole days. It was all she had been capable of, all her body was capable of.
It had only taken a few things yesterday, a stranger accidentally brushing up against her, a woman in a store asking to touch her belly, the look she had gotten from a decently attractive man who clearly looked like he'd fall on his knees to worship her body in a second... the same man running up and offering to help her when she'd dropped some of her shopping by her car from how flustered she was? She nearly came right then and there. By the time she'd gotten back to her home, the inside of the belt felt so wet, she almost could have slipped right out of it. As soon as the door was closed and locked, she'd gone for the key as quickly as her pregnant body would allow and nearly ripped the belt off, and went to town on herself. Fingers, toys, the padded corner of a chair, it didn't matter. All that mattered was her now ravenous desire for satisfaction, and achieving it in any....
way...
necessaryyyyy.....
When she did come, the wave of hormones mad her moan, made her see stars... she lunged and writhed on her bed, shuddering for a moment before strength returned to her fingers to finish her again. As it had with every orgasm she'd had this pregnancy, her uterus had begin clamping down hard at the stimulation, possessing her and making her feel like her body wasn't the source of the pleasure, but merely a conduit for it, an alien feeling that simply took her breath away and blanked her mind to anything but sheer ecstasy for a few minutes. It wasn't until after her thoughts managed to spin themselves back together that she realized that her post orgasm contractions were still going, still just as pleasurable. The contractions alone weren't enough to get across the finish line alone, but she was more than happy to assist them to get to that peak again.
When she'd come that time, there was so much liquid that she'd thought her water had broken. Between that and the contractions that were becoming more and more persistent, Andrea became convinced that she was in labor. The rest of that day and night were spent making sure things were in order, and making her excuses, getting out of plans, calling off of work, things of that nature. Her sleep that night had been sporadic and short, but a few hours worth of sleep had filled her with enough energy for the events of the day. Or so she hoped.
Looking at the chastity belt, Andrea lost track of time and stagged, desperately crossing her legs, dropping the belt and putting both hands under her belly. "WHOOOPH! NNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!" Andrea groaned as she wound her body tighter and tighter, trying to narrow herself, to close any openings. The contraction drilled into her with a growing urgency, one that was getting increasingly difficult to ignore. When it was done, and the tight contortion she had worked herself into slowly unlocked, Andrea knew that for right now, the risk of the baby coming out despite her efforts was more exciting than merely blocking it. The belt would stay off. For now...
A few contractions later, Andrea could no longer deny that she was pushing. She'd already caught herself holding her breath and tensing up, not quite bearing down, but also not quite not bearing down. The pressure was getting lower. And lower. And LOWER. This latest one, she shuddered when she released the push, and noticed what she had been doing. "Oh shit, no, No I don't want to..." She had been slowly raising herself up, making room for the head. Andrea reached down and tried to feel inside, the bulk of her shifting belly making the maneuver difficult from her perch. She could feel it. She wasn't crowning, but she knew that it would be visible to another if someone were to look. "I... I don't want it to stop," She whined as she felt the head. Her denial had been all too short, the baby was coming. Frustrated and exhausted, she slumped, driving down onto the back of the loveseat. The motion sent a jolt through her and she shivered, the shiver become and full on thrash of pleasure as... oh. OH!
The way she had driving her hips down had pushed the head back! Andrea made a noise she couldn't quite identify as she felt progress being undone. The shivers she felt leading their way into another contraction took away her ability to think clearly as the pressure rebounded the other way. The conflicting tides within her sent her over the edge, her orgasm sending another contraction. Instinctively, Andrea raised her hips to make room. The head began inching down at the invitation, only for the same progress to be yet again undone as she lowered her hips again. Andrea was caught in a mad whirlpool of progress and retreat as she would move the head down, only to send it back, the act of sending it back prompting another wave of orgasm contractions which sent the head back down. She didn't know how long she was stuck like that, but by the time she was able to break free, Andrea had become a sweaty, shaking mess.
"What... What the hell? Oh my god that was... Oh god..." She smiled, rubbing her belly as she rocked out the latest orgasm. She looked down, on one hand, grateful she'd had the forethought to place a towel on the loveseat, on the other hand, knowing full well that she'd squirted so much that it had been a pointless exercise. At first it was pleasant, but now the towel was cold and wet, and Andrea didn't want to stay on it anymore. She straightened her leg to get off of the back of the loveseat, but stopped, electricity lighting her up from her clitoris. The sensation of pleasure was so instant, so immediate so overwhelming... so painful. Andrea screamed, shaking as she lowered herself back down on the wet towel, her hips' involuntary twitching sending shocks through her system as she tried to still them. She took deep breaths, trying to get her unruly body under control, an attempt that was stymied by the arrival of another contraction.
By the time she had managed to calm her body down a bit, she'd reasoned out what had happened. So many orgasms, one right after another? She was now a little too sensitive. But to what? What had set her off like that? It wasn't until the next contraction hit that she understood. The pressure. The descent. The sheer act of birth was setting her off like this. She tried once again to remove herself from the loveseat, but would simply collapse back, shuddering at both the rise and fall. "Oh...ffffFFuck!" Andrea whined at the sudden change of feeling at things, "It's... Oh god it's too much!" Another contraction had her writhing as she tried to regain some amount of control over the birth, pressure, pleasure and pain entangling themselves to tightly that she could no longer tell the difference between them. When the contraction eased a bit, she took a deep shuddering breath, and tried to move off of the loveseat again, but only barely managhed to ease her weight a bit before the sensation became too much.
"Unnnngh... Need to... get offffff." Andrea huffed and hissed, and a small part of her mind chuckled at the cruel irony of that statement. The rest of her mind was suddenly preoccupied with a way of getting off of the seat. With shaking hands, Andrea grabbed the back cushion that wasn't pinned in place by her trembling leg and tossed it on the ground next to her. With a deep breath, and no small amount of effort, she simply dropped, letting go of the loveseat completely. The collection of sensations of suddenly leaving the loveseat, the brief weightlessness of falling, the impact... it all crashed in on Andrea as she crashed to the floor, and she screamed her way through yet another, while not entirely unwelcome, but still far too intense orgasm. She curled on her side around her belly, waiting out the rhythmic cramping of the orgasm, and the powerful contraction that followed, and relaxed, panting heavily.
Without the back of the loveseat for her to grind her pussy against, that last contraction had actually led to some progress. Andrea could feel the head staying lower in her birth canal than it had since she started her counter pressure. It was also far more than she thought it would be. More intense, higher pressure... a bigger head. The size of it took her breath away. "Oh...oh on... oh gooooooooood!" Andrea began to moan as she tried to push, tried to get through the contraction, but it was still to much, she was still overstimulated, too far stretched, too full. She screamed, in pain or pleasure, she couldn't tell anymore. She wiggled her hips, rolling onto her hands and knees and began rocking, trying to alleviate the sensations. Pushing was too much, so she tried letting the contractions work unaided. It helped a little bit, the head moving down so slowly that she was able to get ahold of her breathing, her throbbing body, her wild emotions.
Feeling more in control, Andrea pushed, and felt her body light up once again as the head began to stretch her, finally bringing her to the ring of fire. Her breath came faster as she realized this, and knew, deep down that if she stretched one more centimeter, one more millimeter, that it would be too much again. Sobbing, she acted. She reached out and grabbed the cushion, wadding it and rolling it up until she had a log of fabric and padding and straddled it. "I'm sorry," She panted, and lowered herself onto it. Her eyes rolled as the head was gently, but firmly shoved back inside. The feeling of the head dragging against the inside of her vagina made her uterus and vaginal walls clamp down in protest. She roared, shifting her hips and lowering herself with more force until the head had fully retreated.
"Ah....ah....ah...." Andrea panted as the contraction eased up, the head nestled deeply in her again. "That... that was too much," She whispered to herself, and moaned as the pressure spiked again, and she squirmed at the sensation. It was coming out now. Sobbing at what she couldn't let be the end, Andrea raised herself up on shaking legs and, with a cry of desperation, drove her crotch back down onto the cushion. "WHOOOOAAANNNNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH" she moaned as she felt the head emerge and retreat with the motion. She did this for three contractions, three contractions of rising and falling, letting the head progress and forcing it back. The contraction that followed her orgasm was so intense it trapped her, unable to move her legs, unable to move to let the pressure that was building through, but that wouldn't stop her body anymore, she pushed and pushed and pushed...
With a gasp, the pressure vanished. Panting, she reached down, to feel for the head, reason taking over as she knew that she could no longer play her... game... except there was no head. She couldn't feel anything except... "What the...what was that?" Andrea asked herself as she struggled to get off of the cushion, the cushion that was now thoroughly soaked. Probing herself a bit deeper, Andrea did manage to feel something, but she couldn't tell what it was. It was a sort of membrane, a slippery, rubbery membrane. It dawned on her what she had been forcing back into herself over and over, and began to laugh, each heave of her lungs sending spikes of pressure through her abdomen. She knew that things were about to get more intense, and more enjoyable, because all of her effort, all of her straining, the desperate fight to keep everything inside herself... and all that had happened was the amniotic sack had bulged and stretched her and finally burst.
Victoria had escaped the city and dreamt of birthing her massive baby in an isolated part of the world. She had found the perfect place! A beautiful, two storey colonial home in the mountains.
Laboring on her huge pioneer bed, it had been a long and arduous experience. She had strained for hours, desperately trying to being her strong baby down her narrow birthing passage. It had been painful as well as liberating at the same time. She had yelled and screamed through the mounting pressure without anyone to hear her for miles.
Rubbing her enormous core, she finally could feel a huge shift of pressure dropping downwards. She gasped wildly! With fumbling fingers, Victoria touched the wet tip of the head between her trembling folds. Panting, she pressed against her throbbing clit. Moaning with the mounting tension to push again, the soon to be mother adjusted herself uncomfortably against the large pillows. As she stimulated herself, her free hand found and twisted one hard erect nipple, adding to the climbing tension in her nether region.
Frantically panting, Victoria blew in and out, feeling her body racing to the inevitable need to expel the head outwards. Peaking pressure erupted along with her incredible release. She screamed and pushed down with all of her power. She squeezed hard agsinst the incredible heaviness. Victoria worked extremely hard at the fullness at her opening. Pushing harder and longer, she grunted louder and louder. In desperate agony, she stained with all her might. The pressure accelerated but no baby was birthed. Her body contracted again, this time twisting with greater ferocity.
Bearing down, cold shivers ran down her spine as she gave in and bore down with more incredible strength. Beads of perspiration turned to streams of moisture, wetting her extremely long hair, face and neck. Thrusting forward over her laboring frame, her drenched body also soaked her long, vintage nightgown.
Victoria was birthing the way she had always dreamt about - grunting, straining, groaning, yelling, screaming and growling through waves of agonising painful waves of birth pains.
She spread her legs wider, roaring as her body spasmed in one intense climatic release. The head pounded more forward, threatening to form a full crown at her entrance.
Jenny had travelled to an isolated birthing village in the mountains to deliver her hugely large baby. The midwives at the clinic believed bigger was much better when giving birth. Pushing extra large babies out naturally was more fulfilling and rewarding. They trained mothers to be about breathing and pushing through the extraordinary hard surges when their time to birth arrived.
Jenny was encouraged to practise her breathing each day in the special laboring baths to prepare her for the challenging task that lay ahead of her. Her baby was extraordinary big as her due date approached. Jenny was supported by caring midwives that were always available to ease her worries and concerns.
On the morning of her due date, Jenny woke with sharp, constant pain vibrating through her lower pelvis. She barely could move from the intensity of the contractions. The midwives were quickly alerted to the situation and the head midwife arrived to examine Jenny.
Jenny clutched her massive belly as the pains slammed into her with enormous ferocity. The head midwife informed the other women that it was her time and to gather all the necessary items for the long birth ahead. Jenny felt the strength of her core tightening and squeezing her gigantic baby downwards. It was not long until she could feel the unyielding pressure of her body opening as it prepared to expel the child in her womb.
As the hours passed, the surges became unbearable. Jenny's body violently pulsated with intense pressure, barreling the humongous baby down and through her birth passage. Rocking with the agony, Jenny tried to work with her exhausting labor. She did everything she was told. Focusing was the hardest part of birthing. With each brutal pain, Jenny screamed at the top of her lungs. She pushed relentlessly and begged for relief from her ordeal. The midwives were encouraging but they knew the process of giving birth. They knew Jenny had to suffer the torturous pain to reach the ultimate satisfying release.
More hours passed until the primal pushing resulted in crowning and the final stage of birthing. The unstoppable surges crushed her lower core in the most powerful sequence of agony. She cried out wildly as her laboring frame pressed the enormity of the crown through her red, hot folds. The birthing hut echoed with the unforgettable sounds of a woman in the final moments of childbirth. The midwives held the mother to be in place as she fought with every ounce of her strength. The midwives sung out in a repetitive chorus of how to push and how to bear down through her incredible battle.
Convulsing wildly, her breathing became rapid and unsteady. Suddenly, she couldn't stop pushing! The power of the approaching delivery completely consumed her. She bore down, clutching desperately to her supporters. With a howling roar, she exploded with one long, screaming push followed by another and another. Jenny vibrated as her body erupted into a million pieces. The biggest release of her life detonated through her entire core as the baby dropped and birthed into the hands of the group.
Drifting off to sleep, Jenny dreamt of carrying her next baby, bigger and heavier than this delivery. She was exhausted from her first birthing event but couldn't wait to do it all again sometime in the near future.
I may be a trans guy with a pussy but if we’re talking cis mpreg I WANT him to give birth through his penis.
My alpha wolf, ripe for birth. He’s sitting up holding his hairy belly, shaking, his first litter. Me, on the floor between his spread legs while his crotch bulges.
“You’re ready for the first crowning,” I say. “I’m gonna help you cum the pup into your cock.”
He shakes his head, his cock is engorged and overstimulated after the 10 hours spent in labor, opening up the base of his cock like a cervix. But it’s not a cervix—he isn’t anywhere near 10cm dilated, and he never will be. His body is pushing the pup down without his help, so even if he’d rather labor uselessly, trying to dilate further, he can’t. It’s time.
I take his quivering cock in my hand and massage the base, where the pup is straining to get out. He whimpers and pushes into my hand, aching for relief from the pressure and pain.
“Good boy,” I say, and slip two fingers of my other hand into the tip of his cock.
“No, no,” my wolf moans. “That hurts.”
“I know, baby,” I say. “But your tip doesn’t dilate as much as the base, I have to stretch you out myself. You know that. Lean on me.”
Just like we practiced, he puts his clawed hands on my shoulders and his forehead on my forehead. Our breath mixes. I push my fingers deeper in his cock and he tightens his grip on my shoulders. A whimper escapes his muzzle.
“Good boy, good boy,” I whisper, and start rhythmically rubbing the inside of his cock and the bulge at his crotch.
His pants progress from pained to aroused. His engorged cock hardens and rises, his knot ripening with cum. This is the biggest his hard cock will ever be in his life, the moments right before he crowns a pup’s head into his penis while cumming harder than he’s ever felt, and much longer than he ever could without whelping. This litter, his first litter, is small, almost not befitting of an alpha. He’ll get to repeat this first crowning and cumming only three more times before he’s finished whelping.
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “I don’t want to do this.”
My hands keep moving. “You have to, baby. You’re the alpha now.”
“It hurts.”
“Only for a few more seconds.”
“Hnghhh….I, I…fuck I need to cum.”
I pull my fingers out, shove my pussy onto his cock, and squeeze his knot.
He screams and cums, gripping my shoulders hard, and the pup crowns into his penis, stretching my pussy wrapped around it. Birth fluids and cum spurt into me. His hips buck as he cums a second time inside me. I give a quick, practiced push, whelping his cock and our pup still inside him, and I support his stretched penis while he cums again, bringing our pup to a full crown at the head of his penis. I can see fur, dark fur.
“Fuck, fuck, it’s in my cock, fuck, get it out! Get it OUT!”
I jostle him back into position, his hands on my my shoulders. He digs his claws in.
“Shh, baby, be a good boy. You have to pant for this part, slow, slow. We don’t want you to tear.”
He moans and quivers as he tries to slow his breathing. “It hurts…” he whimpers.
The next contraction grips his belly and he gasps. The pup’s head begins to inch out of his cock, wet and slick. My hands support both him and the pup from underneath.
“Good boy, you’re doing so well, good, good,” I murmur, entranced by this introduction to our first pup.
His belly contracts again and he groans, then—as the pup’s head slides out of his penis, he screams, “Fuck! Fuck that hurt. It’s out? Is it out? Did I whelp?”
“Almost, almost,” I say. “You whelped out the head. Reach down, baby.” I guided his hand down to the head of his penis to feel the fur.
“That’s it?” he whines. “That’s our pup? It’s almost out. Oh fuck, it’s almost out.”
I squeeze his hand. “Almost there. You feel the next contraction? Good boy, now PUSH.”
He takes a breath, curls over his belly, and pushes hard, whelping the pup out into my hands. As soon as he feels the release he unclenches and screams.
“Fuck, it hurt! It hurt so fucking bad, fuck, fuck, why am I still pushing?!”
His crotch is starting to bulge again. I set the pup down in some waiting blankets and start massaging his knot again, slipping three fingers into his cock this time.
“The next pup is about to whelp,” I say, gently stretching his opening with my fingers. “This one will be easier. The first pup is always hardest. You want to cum again?”
I stroke him until he hardens, and when he’s ready to cum I don’t put his cock inside me—this will happen fast. He cums, screaming, and the second pup shoots through his cock and is forcibly whelped into my arms. He doesn’t get a break. The third pup is ready to crown into his penis, and with just a few strokes he cums the pup out completely. He doesn’t even have time to breathe—the last pup enters his penis in an afterstock. As he rolls through more aftershocks, he gradually whelps out the last of the litter.
“I—I still need to push,” he whines.
“Good boy, it’s the placenta, it’s almost over. Let’s get your afterbirth out.”
I pull my alpha wolf into my lap and he curls into my chest. I gently, gently start stroking him off, and he cums weakly, with a little whimper. He’s so overstimulated. Over the next twenty minutes he slowly cums, each orgasm pushing the afterbirth out. He cries a little when the afterbirth enters his cock, but he helps me by pushing, and finally he whelps the placenta into my lap. He can’t even lift his head anymore. I lay him down and guide each of our four pups to his teats, where they drink eagerly.
“I want to do it again,” he whispers, our litter wriggling against his chest and stomach. “I need to whelp a big litter next time.”
I put my hand on my belly, knowing that I will quickly swell from when I forced him to cum up against my womb.
“Okay, we’ll do it. But you’ll have to help me in a few months first…”
I’d love to birth out something thick and serpentine, a dragon maybe. I’d pant and whine, struggling to push out the head, and when it finally starts crowning….it keeps crowning. The thick body is as big as the head and I spend hours straining to push out a baby dragon serpent as it uncurls slowly from my womb, crowning the entire time until finally the tail arrives and I am suddenly so empty and needy and gaping
A femme princess getting fucked against the stables, back hitting the precarious wood of the structure repeatedly by the thrusts’ frequency, biting down onto one of their assigned protector and loyal butch knight’s shoulders in a foolish attempt to avoid attention being drawn to their half naked bodies... with a skirt clearly pushed up and out of the way in a hurry, whilst the knight’s pants lie rolled by their ankles, crumpled and damp from how torturous it was to watch the princess run the day’s official royal affairs looking like that, what transpires between the two is unmistakable... the flap, flap, flap sounds of skin against skin becoming much louder than the femme’s high-pitched whines or the butch’s deep groans, urging the princess to take it deeper, with their legs circling and hugging the knight’s waist.
It was just another day of going to classes, but I had been having contractions since this morning. I groaned a bit as I felt the belly hardening and tightening for the first time. “Guess it’s time, huh?” I muttered to myself. After several consistent contractions, I texted Melody about the labor (she went to classes earlier than me), but figured it was still early so I still went to all of the classes for the day. I returned back to my apartment at 2PM, roughly 6 hours after the first contraction.
Melody came back a bit later to see me laboring in the yoga ball. “You okay there babe?? How’s the contractions??” She said, panicking a bit. “Relax… it’s still pretty far apart.” I said, trying to ease her. “Can’t believe it’s finally happening! I’m so nervous…” She said, feeling the contracting belly. “Remember, I just want this first baby to be at the hospital, okay?” I asked Melody, trying to keep track of the plan. We kept track of the contractions until I’m pretty sure that I’m in active labor before I hit the shower.
The warmth helped ease the pain and just rubbing my belly in the shower always felt so relaxing and peaceful. By the time I got out, Melody checked the dilation and it was about 5 cm. “We have plenty of time.”
Melody showered afterwards while I continued laboring in the bedroom. The labor’s getting intense so I put on my yoga shorts and t-shirt, getting ready to the hospital. Melody finished her shower and put on some clothes before we walked to the car.
I got to the passenger seat next to Melody as we departed to the hospital. The sun had just set as we got out of the basement parking lot. “Hooo boy… Can’t believe that I’m finally giving birth… god the contractions are even worse than I thought.” I groaned as the contraction hit hard. “I know right?! Just hearing you laboring is so hot… Alright… we’ll reach the hospital in… 15 minutes... nevermind, 30 minutes. Damn traffic. Just keep breathing.” Melody said, checking Google Maps on the phone. She knew the route, then she put the phone on the dashboard towards me to start recording me laboring in the car. Little did we know that this will be a long 30 minutes drive.
Another contraction hits even harder and I moan through it… until the water breaks, bursting and soaking my shorts and car. “Oh god the water broke!” I said to Melody. She saw what happened and saw myself struggling. I was closing my legs tight, trying to hold the urges as the labor was progressing fast. I can feel the baby’s head was on the verge of coming down. “Fuck… it’s close… The head is almost coming down.” I said to Melody. “Oh shit are we gonna have a car birth?! For our first kid?!” Melody said in a mix of panic, arousal, and excitement. “I don’t know… just keep going.” I groaned as the contraction kept hitting hard.
Another contraction and I felt the baby continuing its descent. “Ngh… the head’s so low… it’s right there…” I said to her, panting and trying not to push. I closed my legs to keep it in, but I wasn’t sure how long I'd hold out. “We’re 12 minutes away. Just hang on!” She said, optimistic about reaching the hospital on time. But she kept looking at me, seeing me struggle and trying hard not to push.
I felt the urge again and couldn’t hold it. I parted my legs and pushed hard… “It’s coming!” I grunted and pushed, my hands reaching down towards the opening and I felt the head begin to crown. “The head!! It's crowning in my pants!” I screamed to Melody. “Oh… shit… god… that’s… just hang on! We’re almost there!” She said, her heart racing.
I kept trying, but failing to hold the pushes, and the head quickly came to a full crown. “The head is almost out!” I screamed to Melody and I pushed again and felt the head popping out. I reached down and felt a massive bulge between my legs, the shorts so tight that there’s no room left. “The head is out!!” I screamed to Melody.. I looked at her and she… her face was like a mix of panic, but also exhilaration. “Oh fuck that’s the head… ” She said, staring at the massive bulge.
“Ngh… Melody… you were thinking of this, aren’t you? You… did talk about wanting to do one…” I asked, suspecting that she had been silently wishing for it. A short pause, and then… “Dammit! I’m sorry… I can’t help it! I tried to focus on our plan, but, dammit, you look so hot like this right now! Laboring and delivering our baby in the car.” She said, admitting the urges. “Fuck… then… that can’t be helped… pull over…” I groaned at the next contraction. No way to fight against her will, so no way we’re gonna make it to the hospital anyway.
Melody pulled over and turned to me as she reached down and rubbed the massive bulging head. “Oh god that’s… soo... hot…” She moaned, clearly getting turned on by this. I pushed again, trying to get the baby out but the panties and shorts were in the way. “Fuck… gotta get these off…” I groaned, struggling to reach the hem of my shorts. “No… wait… don’t take them off…” Melody asked. “Really? There’s no more room left!” I complained. “No… I think you can do it.” Melody assured me, staring at my bulging shorts. I groaned in annoyance, but followed her demands, so I adjusted myself, spreading my legs wide and I pushed with all my might. The baby finally budged after a long push and then, the baby slides out of me into my pant leg. “The baby’s out...” I breathed relief as I felt the release.. Melody helped pull the baby out of the pant leg and pulled our baby girl out into my lap.
“I’m…. sorry… I’ll… try to give you a heads up next time.” Melody said, apologizing for throwing off the whole hospital birth plan. “Well you better be! I'm the one giving birth here!" I scolded her, while holding the baby in my arms. We paused in silence for a minute as I cooed the baby girl in my arm. Melody took the phone and checked back to recording.
"...Still... this... uhm... was extremely hot, don't you think?" She asked, showing the clip of me giving birth on her phone. I watched it and saw myself struggling to hold the baby in and delivering the baby in the car.
"*sigh*... Yeah... I can see why it is hot..." I said, agreeing with her opinion. "And... I wouldn't mind doing it again." I said to Melody, laughing and lifting the sour mood up. "We still need to go to the hospital, though... to check on the baby." I said to her. "Oh, right... let's go." She said as she drove for a couple more minutes until we arrived at the hospital.
The baby's healthy, thankfully. No complications, nor defects. But I have to rest for a couple of days at the hospital. If everything goes well, and our baby girl can finally go home with us the day in 2 days.
My mouth hung open, drool trailing from my lips as my orgasm slammed into me. My mind went blank, forcing any thought out. I heard him moan underneath me, and a burning heat filled my belly. I shuddered and doubled over, orgasming again as his seed filled my pussy.
At that moment, I was lost in the blissful pleasure of sex. My hormonal body told me that this was good, so good, and I believed it. We did it again a few days later, unable to keep our hands off each other. And then we did it the day after that. And the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that…
“Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
My mouth hung open, drool trailing from my lips as a contraction slammed into me. My mind went blank, forcing any thought out. I felt the spreading of my lips underneath my panties, opening around a head that I had ignored. I whimpered, reaching down and tugging my pants down to my knees; thank God my panties came with them.
At that moment, I was lost in the pain of childbirth. My laboring body told me to push, to push hard. And I did. I pushed until my legs were spread wide and there was a head between them. And I pushed, and pushed, and pushed… Until the body I had grown for ten months fell from my pussy and into my panties.
Whispering to hubby at we leave his mom's house from Easter dinner, "I think it's time."
We take the train home and labor behind to intensify quickly. We're practically alone, but I still blush as he dips his fingers under my skirt to finger me.
"shhh."
I squirm in pain and pleasure. Only 30 minutes to the station where our midwife is. But the contractions seem to be coming on top of each other. And oh God ..this feels so good...ugh.
"can you hold a crown?"
Ugh. Uh. The urge the push was growing rapidly.
I nod.
He leans over, "push. Silently."
I kissed him. He stroked my inner thigh.
And then I pushed. Oh. Oh. It's ...coming. and ...wait was that our station?
He seemed to read my mind.
"Well get off when she's here."
Fuck. I need to birth. Its. Coming. Puuush. And then I felt the head descend... Oh it's coming.. she's coming. I'm giving birth. Oh.
"Stop."
I gulped as he traced my puffy lips, our baby's head right there.
The contractions distorted my belly and I heaved as I tried to fight the urge to push.
"let her come out in her own."
He flicked my clit and my vision swam.
"Breathe. Good girl."
Ihavetopushohgodplease. Ever so slowly I felt my baby inch forward with each contraction. I'm giving birth. Oh god. Yes. Yes . Ugh it burns.
Oh god. Yes. She coming out yes. Yes. Oh. Oh.oh. oh she's beautiful.
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