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[wrongdesire-writings]

Coco's Live Delivery

The glow of the ring light bathed Coco’s cramped bedroom in a soft, artificial warmth, casting shadows across the peeling wallpaper and the tangle of cables snaking from her laptop. She was 25, petite but wiry, with a cascade of dyed pink hair and a belly that had grown round and tight over the past nine months. The cam girl gig had started as a side hustle—quick cash for a quick tease—but it had morphed into her lifeline after the guy who’d knocked her up ghosted her with nothing but a half-empty pack of cigarettes and a bar tab she’d had to cover. Now, at 38 weeks pregnant, she was still at it, streaming nightly to a loyal crowd who tipped extra for the “pregnant hot chick” vibe.

It was 11:32 p.m. on a humid August night, the air thick with the buzz of cicadas seeping through the cracked window. Coco sat cross-legged on her bed, propped against a pile of pillows, her laptop perched on a stack of thrift-store novels. She wore a sheer black negligee that barely contained her swollen breasts and stretched taut over her belly, the fabric riding up to reveal the dark line snaking down her abdomen. The chat window pinged nonstop—“Lookin’ sexy, Coco!” “How’s the bump tonight?” “Show us more, babe!”—and she flashed a practiced smile, tilting the camera to give them a better view. “Hey, lovelies,” she purred, rubbing her stomach. “Baby’s kicking up a storm tonight. Wanna see?”

She shifted, lifting the negligee higher, when the first contraction hit—a deep, rolling cramp that tightened her belly like a vice. She froze, her breath catching, but it passed quickly, and she laughed it off. “Whoa, guess she’s ready to party too,” she said, winking at the screen. The tips rolled in—$5, $10, $20—and she leaned back, ignoring the faint ache lingering in her lower back. She’d had twinges all week, but the baby wasn’t due for another ten days. Plenty of time.

Fifteen minutes later, another one came, sharper, clawing from her spine to her navel. She gasped, gripping the edge of the bed, her smile faltering. The chat lit up—“You okay, Coco?” “What’s up with that face?”—and she forced a grin, brushing her hair back. “Just a little Braxton Hicks, y’all. No biggie.” But her voice trembled, and the ache didn’t fade this time. It grew, a slow burn that settled deep in her pelvis, and she shifted uncomfortably, adjusting the camera to hide her grimace.

By the third contraction, five minutes later, Coco knew she was in trouble. They were too close, too strong—a relentless rhythm she couldn’t ignore. She tried to stand, thinking she’d shut off the stream and call her neighbor, but her water broke mid-step. A hot, sudden gush soaked her thighs, splashing onto the hardwood floor in a murky puddle streaked with blood and mucus. “Oh, fuck,” she muttered, staring at the mess. The chat exploded—“Holy shit, did that just happen?” “Is she in labor?!” “Keep going, this is wild!”—and the tips surged, $50, $100, flooding the screen.

Coco stumbled back to the bed, her legs shaking, the negligee clinging wetly to her skin. “Guys, I think… I think it’s happening,” she said, her voice cracking. Another contraction hit, a brutal twist that doubled her over, and she screamed—a raw, jagged sound that bounced off the walls. The pressure was unbearable, a grinding weight pressing down, down, until she felt like she’d split apart. She yanked the negligee off, tossing it aside, and knelt on the bed, naked and panting, her belly hanging low. The camera caught it all—her flushed face, her trembling thighs, the dark patch between her legs where the baby was coming.

“I can’t—fuck, I can’t stop it!” she cried, her hands clawing at the sheets. The chat went feral—“Push, Coco!” “This is insane!” “Best stream ever!”—and the tips kept climbing, a digital roar egging her on. She didn’t have a choice. The urge to push was overwhelming, a primal instinct she couldn’t fight. She braced her hands on the mattress, her knees splayed wide, and bore down. The pain spiked, a searing burn that radiated from her core, and she sobbed, tears mixing with the sweat dripping down her face.

She could feel the baby moving, dropping lower, a hard bulge stretching her open. Her skin pulled taut, stinging as it strained, and she pushed again, harder, her whole body shaking. The chat pinged—“I see something!” “Is that the head?!”—and she glanced at the screen, her vision blurry. The camera angle was perfect, framing her spread legs, and there it was: a dark, wet crown emerging, matted with blood and slime. The sight made her stomach lurch, but she couldn’t stop. She pushed again, a guttural roar tearing from her throat, and felt the head stretch her to the breaking point.

The burning was agony, a white-hot ring of fire as her flesh tore, and she screamed, “It’s too much!” Blood trickled onto the sheets, bright and slick, mixing with the amniotic fluid still leaking from her. The chat was a frenzy—“Keep going, you’ve got this!” “Holy fuck, that’s intense!”—and she pushed again, her nails ripping the fabric beneath her. The head popped free with a wet, sucking pop, dangling between her thighs, a tiny face smeared with vernix and gore. Coco gasped, the relief fleeting as the shoulders lodged tight.

“Help me—someone—” she whimpered, but there was no one, just the glowing screen and the faceless voices cheering her on. She pushed again, her body trembling, and the shoulders slipped—one, then the other—with a sickening squelch. The baby slid out in a rush, a slippery, wriggling mass that landed on the bed with a wet thud, trailing blood and fluid. It was a boy, small and wrinkled, his skin streaked with white wax and red smears, the umbilical cord coiled around his chest like a lifeline.

He didn’t move at first, and Coco’s heart stopped, her breath hitching. “No, no, come on,” she whispered, reaching for him with shaking hands. The chat slowed—“Is he okay?” “What’s happening?”—and then he twitched, coughed, and let out a thin, piercing cry. Relief crashed over her, and she scooped him up, cradling him against her chest, his sticky warmth seeping into her skin. The placenta came next, a heavy, meaty mass that plopped onto the sheets with a splat, the cord still pulsing faintly.

Coco slumped back, panting, her son’s cries filling the room. The chat erupted again—“OMG, she did it!” “That was unreal!” “Best $200 I ever spent!”—and the tips hit a record high, the screen flashing with donations. She stared at it, dazed, her body a wreck of sweat and blood and afterbirth. The bed was a disaster—sheets soaked, stains spreading, the air thick with the raw, metallic stench of birth. She’d just given birth live, in front of hundreds, maybe thousands, of strangers.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand, fumbling with blood-slick fingers to dial 911. “I—I just had a baby,” she stammered when the operator answered. “Alone. At home. Please, send someone.” Her voice broke, and she hung up, dropping the phone to pull her son closer. He was a mess, they both were, but he was alive, squalling and real in her arms.

The paramedics arrived twelve minutes later, bursting through her unlocked door with a stretcher and wide eyes. They found her on the bed, naked and trembling, the baby wrapped in a towel she’d grabbed from the floor, the laptop still humming beside her. The stream was still live, the camera capturing their arrival—“Cops are here!” “Show’s over, folks!”—until one of them, a woman with a tight bun, reached over and slammed it shut.

They cut the cord, checked the baby, and helped Coco onto the stretcher, but she refused to let go of her son. “I got him,” she said, fierce and unsteady, her voice echoing in the quiet. The room was chaos—blood and fluid everywhere, the ring light casting a harsh glow over the carnage—but Coco didn’t flinch. She’d done it, streamed it, survived it. As they wheeled her out, the cicadas still buzzing beyond the window, she glanced back at the laptop. Her viewers had seen everything, and somehow, that didn’t scare her. It was hers—the mess, the miracle, the money—and she’d owned it all.

[playingpreggobby]

Her sounds are fucking godly in this one 🤤🤤

Creds to @sublimefanstrawberry for hooking me up w this gem

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Holy shit… this is one of the best ones I’ve ever seen.

[thatdude159]

"Intimate unassisted birth"

This is a story written by someone on hidden-desires that I like and wanna preserve.

I TAKE ZERO CREDIT FOR THIS STORY, enjoy!

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I let out a slow breath as the contraction passed, running my hands over my nine-month-pregnant, soon to be deflated stomach. Leaning back against the plush pillows of the bed, I let my legs fall apart, my heels connected in front of me with my hands coming to rest on my knees. “That one wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just getting used to them.” I tell my husband, Liam, smiling weakly. He chuckles a bit and squeezes my calf. “Yeah, you’ve only been at this for nearly ten hours now. I bet your body just thinks they’re like a hiccup or something. Want a back massage?” “A hiccup that feels like someone with an abnormally large hand is squeezing my uterus in their fist,” I correct with a little smile, then nodded gratefully. “That sounds great. Can you check me again too? I must have progressed some in the past hour.” “I think you just want to be fingered.” “Maybe that too.” Liam chuckled and leaned in, kissing my lips soundly. I decided before the pregnancy was even confirmed that I wanted a unassisted homebirth with Liam. Of course our midwife is on speed dial just in case, but all I want is to push this baby into Liam’s hands and share the moment only with him. I let him know early on that this was the route I was planning to take, and he has been more supportive than I could’ve ever dreamed, from providing for my midnight cravings to keeping me comfortable in labor far better than most husbands. I feel Liam’s hand trail up my inner thigh as his lips wander to my neck. I immediately melt under his touch as he spreads my lower lips with one hand and massages my clitoris with two fingers of the other. Truthfully, I had just wanted him to check my cervix, but in no way am I complaining. My stomach visibly tightens with the beginning of a contraction and Liam stops his teasing, instead resting his hands on my thighs. I quickly shake my head. “No, no. Don’t you dare stop.” Liam quickly returns to my pussy, running his fingers over my slick lips, teasing me. The contraction builds and I find some relief in rolling my hips, increasing the friction of his fingers against my most sensitive area. “Fuck!” I find myself groaning, both out of pleasure and pain from the pressure in my abdomen. The contraction soon ebbs, but Liam’s fingers continue to stroke and massage me. I feel myself coming apart as he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger. Arching my back, I clench my muscles and buck my hips involuntarily as my orgasm erupts within me. I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily. “That was quick.” Liam chuckles as I try to get my breathing under control. “You have very talented fingers,” I smirk and brush some hair out of my face. “Now really, check me, please.” I softly gasp in discomfort as my husband gently slips two fingers into my overstimulated sex. His other hand pushes down on my full stomach with a bit of pressure, feeling the position of our baby. “You’re really opening, babe. Not much longer now.” “Ugh, can you give me a number? I’m getting a bit tired of this.” I feel myself whining but for good reason. Ten hours! Liam’s fingers move inside me. “I’d say about seven centimeters. How about that massage now?” I’m a little disappointed because I had been stuck at six centimeters for the past three hours. The contractions are so much closer now and I was hoping it was my body working overtime to help me dilate. Liam senses this and removes his fingers, gently patting my inner thigh. With a hint of a disappointed sigh, I maneuver myself out of bed and stand on the side of it, resting my upper body on my elbows, digging them into the soft bed comforter. Liam stands behind me and applies firm pressure to my lower back. I moan contentedly, but it’s cut short by another contraction. Breathing deeply and stiffening under Liam’s hands, I lean my head down on the bed and let out a low groan. Sensing my discomfort, Liam digs the heels of his hands into my lower back, the counter pressure feeling heavenly. He continues his pressure until the contraction ends and I let out a heavy breath. “Did that help any?” he asks, moving his hands to massage my shoulders and neck. “Yeah, it did,” I still feel uncomfortable, though, and pull off the t-shirt of Liam’s that’s the only article of clothing I’ve been wearing since a labored in the bath four hours ago. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head and am surprised by how much the small acts increased my comfort level even slightly. Liam continues massaging my lower back through a few more contractions, until I get tired of standing and decide I want back in bed. By this point, the contractions are getting more and more intense, my belly tightening and squeezing extremely uncomfortably with every one. They’re also coming more frequently, and I both welcome and am nervous at the thought that I will be pushing soon. I am resting on my knees with my hands pressing into the pillows of our bed. A contraction starts to build and I begin to rock my hips in circles, searching for relief from the pressure building in my pelvis. “That’s good, babe. Bring our baby down.” Liam is behind me, applying pressure to my back and soft kisses to my shoulder. During the height of the contraction, I feel the overwhelming urge to push. I’m surprised and know I shouldn’t, that I’m not dilated enough, but I bear down with a groan. “I’m pushing!” I announce. “Oh no, no, no!” Liam objects, his hand flying to my vagina and sliding two fingers in. “You’re not open enough, babe, and your water hasn’t even broken yet.” “Doesn’t matter! Gotta push!” The feeling is primal and I can’t stop it. I’m feeling so much pressure that I think I will die from the relief I get from pushing. The contraction ends but the pressure remains and I bite my lip, gripping the headboard of the bed. “You cannot push, honey. You’re not dilated enough and you’ll swell. You know this.” “I know that I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and I need to push!” I insist through gritted teeth. The baby feels like a bowling ball deep in my hips. I know I’m not ready, but the pressure I feel is absolutely unbearable. Somewhere in my subconscious I’m telling myself not to push, but the pressure is impossibly strong. I change positions, lying on my back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. Another contraction starts to build and I grip Liam’s arm, squeezing and primally growling, my eyes rolling back in my head. I have to push. I have to do it now. “Please, Liam. There’s no fucking way I cannot push. It’s coming.” “No.” he says simply. “It’s not your choice!” I’m gritting my teeth, everything in my power going towards not pushing. “Liam, please. The baby is coming.” I feel his fingers inside me and let out a low breath. “Liam, please, tell me I can push. Say something. I need to push! I need to push, really! I have to push!” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t express how badly my body wants to force this baby out. “Sweetie, we have a big baby in here and you’re only dilated to eight centimeters at most. If you want your unassisted birth, you cannot push.” All I feel is his fingers inside me and the insane pressure in my hips. Suddenly, I feel a gush of warm water shoot out of me, sighing as some of the pressure is relieved. “There goes the water.” Liam says, quickly going to our bathroom and grabbing a hand towel. He gently dries my thighs and sex, dries his hands, and situates the towel under my butt. “Feel any better?” “A bit. I could push though. There’s still a little bit of the urge.” “Well let’s wait a bit. I don’t want to risk anything.” I huff and roll onto my side, squeezing my knees together so I wouldn’t be tempted to push. Liam strokes my hip and presses a kiss to my head. “Not much longer now, love.” “Still too long.” Another contraction grips my abdomen and I grip Liam’s arm tightly. My face screws up into a clenched frown and I squeeze my thighs together, irrationally feeling that the baby would shoot out if not. Panting as it passes, I roll back onto my back and spread my knees, giving my husband a nonverbal cue to check my cervix. He slides a few fingers deeply into my vagina, kissing my knee in an attempt to soothe any discomfort. His face lights up as he moves deeper into me. “Our baby has so much hair.” Despite the discomfort, I smile weakly and then genuinely when he slides his fingers back out. He felt our baby in the flesh for the first time and I’ve never seen someone as excited. He kisses my lips and rests his forehead against mine, a sweet moment that turns sour soon with the arrival of another contraction. I breathe heavily, both hands on my rock hard stomach, biting my lip and praying that it will be over soon. The pressure returns and I resist the urge to bear down. “How far along was I?” I ask after the contraction passes, trying to regain control of my breathing. “Still around eight. I’ll let you know when you can start pushing, babe.” “I think I know when I should push, and that’s now.” “No.” I groan, “I can’t do this!” “You can, baby. You’re so fucking close,” he tells me, pressing a kiss into my belly. “You’ll be pushing in no time. Which reminds me, we should probably do one last stretching.” “Ooh, fun,” I say sarcastically. With it being our first baby and an unassisted birth, tearing has been a worry of ours. Over the course of the third trimester, per suggestion of our midwife, Liam has been stretching my vagina and perineum to prepare for delivery. It’s not the most comfortable process, but he’s gentle, and I know it’s helping me in the long run. Liam smirks and grabs the bottle of coconut oil that stays on our bedside table. Massaging some onto his fingers and nudging my knees open, he easily slides two fingers of both hands into my vagina. I suck in a breath of discomfort. “Sorry, beautiful. It’s your fault for being so tight.” he jokes, slowly and gently stretching my vaginal opening apart with his hands. He massages the oil into the skin of my perineum with his thumbs and pushes open my vaginal walls. To heighten my discomfort, another contraction arrives and I quickly snap my knees shut. “No, stay open. Relax and let everything stretch and soften.” Liam says as he nudges my knees apart again. He pushes two fingers deep inside me and probes at my cervix. “Liam, I’m so uncomfortable! Can’t you stretch my cervix around the head?” “I don’t want to risk anything, baby,” he insists, but continues to probe inside me. “I think with the next contraction the head will be passing through your cervix anyway. I can feel it poking out.” Although the news is good, I still feel an urge to push now, not with the next contraction. Liam continues prepping my opening and leans in for a kiss. “Really, not much longer now, babe. You’ve almost made it.” I mentally decide to push no matter what on my next contraction. There is a burning deep in my hips, and I know it’s my baby’s head pushing through my cervix. It’s painful, but I’m tired and ready to be done. The next contraction arrives and I bear down, groaning primally. “Go ahead and push, baby. Push my fingers out.” Liam is still probing around in my hole (He just loves it in there!) and I manage to grit, “I already am!” through my teeth. I feel incredible relief from pushing, but I don’t feel the baby move. The contraction passes but I continue to push, desperately wanting to progress. “Wait for the contraction to push. You don’t want to tire yourself out, sweetie.” Liam kisses my stomach and moves his fingers inside me. “If you’re feeling any burning, it’s because the head is pushing through your cervix.” I nod. “Almost there, alright?” He smiles at me and swipes his thumb over my clitoris. I gasp and playfully hit his chest. I settle my knees far apart, feeling the need to make room for a bowling ball coming out of me. Liam strokes my inner thighs as we await the next contraction. When it comes and builds, I nearly scream. The pressure to push is so intense and the burning in my hips so painful that I can’t react. After a moment, I bear down, subconsciously hearing Liam counting and feeling fingers inside me, presumably stretching my cervix around the head. The burning in my hips moves to my vagina and I throw my head back in pain. “The head is right inside you! You got it past your cervix!” The words don’t register; I just continue to push even though the contraction has faded, going against Liam’s earlier warning. The baby is slowly moving down my birth canal, and I feel its every move. “It’s right here, babe. Our baby is right inside you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be able to see it.” That reminded me, “Get the mirror, please,” Liam ran to the bathroom and grabbed the small mirror we purchased specifically for this moment. He held it up. “Nothing to see yet, but trust me. He’s right inside you.” “He?” I chuckle lightly, then pant a bit, “And yeah, I know. Trust me. I can feel him. Or her,” A contraction started rippling through my stomach and I bore down again. Liam held up the mirror and I saw my labia remain tightly closed, but a telltale bulge was forming behind them. I held the push until the contraction ended and rested my hands on my stomach, trying to even my breathing. “Want to feel it?” I nod and reach my hands down, one parting my labia and one slowly inserting two fingers into my opening. I don’t have to go to far before I feel a hard, slimy mass inside me. I grin and let my fingers rest there as I feel another contraction. I bear down, simultaneously pushing my moist vaginal walls back around the head of my baby. The head is large and only moves slightly, but I’m proud of my progress. I bear down hard again after the contraction subsides. “Babe, just rest between contractions.” Liam suggests as I grunt and bear down hard. I breathe for a moment, but another contraction comes before I can truly rest. I push hard and start to feel burning again, this time much worse and in a different place than earlier. Liam holds the mirror up with one hand and gently parts my labia with the other. I feel the baby moving toward my opening but still can’t see. The contraction ends and I lean back against the pillows. “Beautiful, babe. This baby is coming down so fast. It’ll be crowning so soon.” “I don’t want it to crown. It burns enough already.” I whine and push some hair out of my face. The contractions are basically on top of one another, and I push again with the next one. Looking in the mirror, my labia are still tightly closed, but I can definitely feel my baby close to the opening. Liam parts my labia and I catch a glimpse of a dime-size amount of wet, black hair. He grins from ear to ear and uses his fingers to hold my lips open. “Look at that!” He says excitedly. “Look, babe!” I pant and let the push go, and the baby slides back up my birth canal slightly. I groan in frustration. “You knew that would happen, honey. Keep pushing and it’ll stay out.” I listen to his advice and start pushing again right as my next contraction arrives. There is a fire in my vagina and I scream out as I see the head part my folds. Liam rests the mirror against his leg, freeing his hands to help stretch me. I see more of the head poking out, but can’t see past my pain to be proud of it. I bear down hard and my opening takes a teardrop shape. The stretch makes me scream loudly. “God, please, no more!” I’m screaming and it’s unimaginable how I’ll get this whole baby out. I let go of the push but Liam holds my lips open and the baby stays right at my opening. There’s so much burning and pressure and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Liam lovingly pats my thigh. “Push again when you’re ready, love.” I take a breath and push down, screeching as I feel the burning increase. I look down, not in the mirror but over my belly, and see my labia bulging out significantly. All I can do is bear down and scream as the head descends slowly. The baby is large; at our last midwife appointment we were told to expect at least a nine pounder, and I’m convinced the head alone weighs nine pounds at this point. I glance in the mirror at myself bulging and stretching and feel accomplished, but the baby isn’t even crowning yet and it’s already almost impossible for me to bear the pain. My uterus contracts and I push, my inflamed slit stretching the farthest yet. I don’t back down as the contraction ebbs, and I soon feel the excruciating pain of crowning. The top of the baby’s head wedges itself right between my lips, stretching them taut and wide. I feel spasms of pain zip through my whole body as I’m split apart, and I screech and quickly snap my legs shut, in turn pushing the baby back inside me. “No, no, no! Babe, no!” Liam nearly yells, frantically grabbing my knees and pushing them back open. I fight with him to keep them closed, to grant the baby no passage, but his strong arms force them open and push them back. He firmly keeps my thighs apart during my next contraction and push. “Splitting apart!” I insist as I push, fighting against my husband’s hands in a desperate attempt to squeeze my legs together and salvage my burning slit. I soon realize I am fighting a losing battle and give all my energy to bearing down, which leads to the even more painful full crown of the baby’s head. The head sits in my opening, out to the middle of the baby’s forehead. Liam quickly grabs the oil from the nightstand, lubricates his hands, and presses a hand on either side of the baby’s head. He rubs the oil on the tight skin of my vagina and applies counter pressure to my perineum. “Give me some small pushes, babe.” My legs are shaking from the pain and exertion as I grab behind my knees and give a small push with a small grunt. I do this for a while until the baby is out to its eyes, at which point I shriek and plead with Liam not to let me tear. “You’re not going to tear. I’m giving you some counter pressure on your perineum.” His hands are strong and warm against my perineum and it’s a bit soothing. He oils me again, and I’m so slick with oil that I’m convinced the baby will just slip out. Oil is dripping down from my labia into my ass. I push again and he places his other hand firmly against my upper vulva, resting right on my clit. My hips buck a bit at the contact. “Not now!” I whine. “Do you want to tear here?” He’s applying counter pressure as I push and I moan from the overstimulation. “I want this huge thing out of me.” “Then push.” His thumbs carefully push my labia back around the head and I moan in protest. Then I’m pushing and feeling the baby’s nose and mouth against my inner walls right before the entire head emerges. A rush of fluid splashes out behind the huge head and my body spasms in shock, my lips tightening around the baby’s neck. Liam reaches inside me to check for the cord, then guides my hand down to our baby’s head. I see in the mirror that the head is huge and covered in curly dark hair. I bring my other hand down and cup the head as I push to birth the shoulders and body. I give three hearty pushes to no avail. After the third, Liam brushes my hands away so he can grip the head and gently tug. The pressure in my hips is almost unbearable. “Stuck!” I cry out, wriggling my hips.. “Alright, big baby and small pelvis. We were expecting this.” Liam says, pushing a finger into me by the baby’s shoulder. I cry out as my hole is so sore, but I know that he desperately needs to get the baby out. He adjusts the baby slightly, removes his finger, and pushes my legs back by my feet. “Push. Hard,” He instructs me and I do as he says, anything to relieve the pressure in me. “Grab your ankles and pull back. We need you wide open.” I moan and obey, bearing down as hard as possible. Liam grips our baby’s head and pulls, really pulls, tugging the head back and forth to free the baby. I’m exhausted and in so much pain that my vision starts to fade out. “Please pull it out! PLEASE! Pull it out of me!” I hear myself begging and screaming but to no avail. “Liam, get this out, please!” He tugs hard, freeing a shoulder and then the second. I look in the mirror and see my vagina stretched obscenely around the baby’s stomach. I am still screaming and pleading with him to pull it out of me that I don’t realize when the entire baby slides out. My vagina is still spasming painfully and I’m rambling something like “Oh god, you pulled it out. You got it out of me. So much pain,” as he sets the baby on my chest. “Say hello to our little boy.”

[in-cog-neat-hoe]

Absolutely worth preserving! This is excellent

[bhvjigdxc]

[aconitum009]

Prompt: pregnancy denial but with triplets(or more). Painfully obvious, painfully painful, but preg person refuses to admit it. snapshots of the pregnancy at 3 months, 6 months, and 9 months.

Title: Nine Months of Denial

Story:

Three Months

Alex sat slouched on his couch, a half-empty bag of chips on the coffee table in front of him. His T-shirt pulled snugly across his stomach, the hem riding up just enough to show a soft curve he didn’t remember having a few months ago. He shoved another handful of chips into his mouth, grimacing when his waistband dug uncomfortably into his middle.

“Ughh… damn jeans,” he muttered, unbuttoning them with a sharp tug and sighing as the pressure eased. He rubbed his lower belly absently, then quickly pulled his hand away when it felt firmer than usual. His brow furrowed.

“Bloating. That’s all. Too much salt,” he whispered to himself, as though saying it aloud made it truer.

“Alex,” his coworker Jenna called from behind him in the office breakroom, “you’ve been hitting the snacks pretty hard, huh?” Her tone was teasing, but her eyes flickered down to his middle.

Alex stiffened, tugging his hoodie closed around himself. “What? No, I’m just… stress eating, you know?” He forced a laugh, though it came out too sharp. “Work’s killing me lately. Sitting all day. Beer belly incoming.”

Jenna tilted her head. “That doesn’t look like beer belly.”

He froze. “Excuse me?”

Her voice softened, almost cautious. “It’s just… you look like you’re—well, you’ve got this roundness, lower down. And you’ve been tired, and running to the bathroom more—”

“Okay, wow.” He held up his hands, backing toward the door, his ears burning red. “I am not pregnant, if that’s what you’re hinting. That’s—” he let out a sharp laugh, too loud for the room, “—that’s impossible. I don’t know where your brain’s at, but mine’s on coffee.” He grabbed his mug and stormed out, muttering under his breath, “Ridiculous…”

Later that night, Alex lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. His belly pushed upward more than it should have, a little dome that stubbornly stayed. He pressed it gently, testing, and felt something shift faintly inside.

He gasped, his hand flying away.

“…Gas. Just gas.”

The heaviness sat low in him, making his hips ache when he turned on his side. He groaned, gripping a pillow, his breath coming short. “I need to hit the gym. That’s all. God, I’m so out of shape…”

The dull cramp in his lower abdomen pulsed again, and he bit his lip, squeezing his eyes shut. For one terrifying second, the thought crossed his mind — but he shoved it away immediately.

“No. No way. Not me.” His voice trembled, but he forced out a weak chuckle. “Pregnant. As if.”

He pulled his hoodie over his head, curled up tight, and whispered into the dark:

“I’m fine. Just bloated. That’s all. Just bloated.”

But deep inside, beneath his hand where it rested on the swell of his stomach, something fluttered — so faint it could almost be imagined.

Alex didn’t dare acknowledge it.

Six Months

Alex tugged at the hem of his oversized hoodie, trying to force it lower as he crossed the café to meet his friends. The sweatshirt used to hang loose on him, but now the fabric stretched across a belly that jutted forward round and firm, the waistband of his joggers digging mercilessly into his hips.

“Alex!” called Brian, waving him over. “Dude, you’ve been hiding. Where’ve you been?”

“Busy,” Alex muttered, slipping into a chair. The hard surface pressed against his backside in a way that made him shift uncomfortably.

When he leaned forward to grab his coffee, his hoodie rode up, flashing a curved outline beneath his shirt. Jenna’s eyes dropped immediately.

“Alex…” she began carefully, “you’ve… uh… put on a lot since last time. Like… a lot.”

Alex snorted, grabbing a muffin and ripping it in half. “Thanks for the confidence boost. Appreciate it.”

“No, I mean—” Jenna bit her lip, glancing at Brian, who gave her a look like don’t say it. But she said it anyway. “You look… pregnant.”

The word hit the air like a slap.

Alex froze mid-bite, eyes narrowing. “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying—your belly, the way it’s… round, low, like—”

“Stop.” His voice cut sharp. His jaw clenched. “Don’t. Say. That. Word.” He shoved the muffin into his mouth and chewed aggressively. “It’s weight gain. Okay? Junk food, late nights, no exercise. End of story.”

Brian coughed awkwardly. “Man, she didn’t mean—”

Alex pushed back his chair suddenly, the scrape loud. “I’m not pregnant.” His voice cracked as he said it, but he glared as if daring them to disagree. “That’s insane.”

Without another word, he stormed out, hoodie clutched around his middle.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………

Alone in his apartment, Alex groaned as he lowered himself onto the couch. His belly pressed into his thighs when he bent forward, forcing him to spread his legs apart just to breathe.

“God, this is getting ridiculous…” he muttered, pulling his hoodie off. The sight made him flinch. His T-shirt clung to a swollen dome that clearly didn’t belong to a man who’d just “let himself go.” The skin beneath strained tight, smooth, and warm.

A sudden shift inside made him gasp. His hands clutched the sides of his belly instinctively.

“Wh—what the hell—” His voice trembled. “It’s… gas. Right? Just—just trapped air…”

But then it happened again. A slow, deliberate roll, like something alive pressing out from the inside. He whimpered, sinking his teeth into his knuckle.

“No… no, no, no…” He shook his head violently, refusing to believe. “I’m not… this isn’t…” He choked on his own words, a tear slipping down his cheek. “It’s just… indigestion. That’s all…”

The pressure built until he had to shift, moaning low in his throat. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it tight against his belly, rocking gently, trying to soothe away the sensations.

“Shhh… stop… it’s nothing, it’s nothing…” he whispered desperately. But his body betrayed him with every little kick, every twist.

The next week at work, Alex waddled more than walked. His coworkers noticed, exchanging whispers when he passed. His hoodie could no longer disguise the heavy curve; the zipper strained, refusing to close.

At the vending machine, a colleague sidled up. “Hey, uh… Alex? You okay?”

He scowled. “Fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

The man hesitated, eyes flicking to Alex’s middle. “It’s just—you look… I mean, you’re walking funny, and…”

“Say it.” Alex’s eyes narrowed.

The man cleared his throat nervously. “…Are you… sure you’re not… expecting?”

Alex barked a laugh so bitter it almost cracked. “Expecting what, a miracle? Please. I’m a guy. Guys don’t—” He cut himself off with a groan, clutching his side as a sharp cramp knifed through him. His breath hitched, his face twisting in pain before he forced it away.

“Stomach bug,” he muttered quickly, turning on his heel. “Just a stomach bug.”

But as he limped back to his desk, sweat beading on his temple, he whispered to himself:

“Not pregnant. Not me. No way…”

Nine Months

Alex stood in front of his mirror, tugging at the hem of his hoodie like it could possibly hide anything now. The hoodie stretched so tightly across his middle that the zipper gaped open halfway, unable to contain the enormous swell of his belly. His T-shirt clung damp with sweat, pulled taut across the round curve that jutted forward obscenely.

“God…” he muttered, running a hand over the underside of his stomach. It sat low and heavy, resting against the waistband of his joggers, forcing his thighs apart when he tried to stand straight. “It’s just… fat. That’s all. Just… too many late-night snacks. I’ll work it off.”

His voice cracked, betraying the weakness of his excuse.

Inside him, something shifted. Slowly, deliberately, a lump pressed outward near his ribs, stretching the fabric into a hard mound. Alex gasped, his hand flying to cover it.

“No—no, no, stop that,” he hissed. “That’s not… it’s not a kick. It’s not—” His breath hitched as another movement rippled across his belly, strong and undeniable. “Ohh—God, why won’t it stop—”

He bent forward, moaning low, clutching the sink for support. His belly heaved and rolled, alive beneath his shirt.

Later that week, he sat across from Jenna and Brian at their favorite diner. He had insisted on meeting, even though walking left him panting, waddling with every step.

When he squeezed into the booth, his belly pressed into the edge of the table, forcing him to lean back uncomfortably. He tugged his hoodie closed, but it barely covered him anymore.

“Alex…” Jenna’s voice was soft, but her eyes were wide, scanning the massive dome in his lap. “You can’t keep saying this is just weight. Look at you.”

“Yeah, man,” Brian added carefully. “I mean, your belly is… it’s huge. And it’s not, like… beer gut huge. It’s… round. Tight. Like…” He trailed off, searching for a word.

Alex glared at them both, heat rushing to his face. “Like what? Say it.”

Jenna swallowed. “…Like you’re nine months pregnant.”

The diner seemed to go silent.

Alex’s chair screeched as he shoved it back and slammed his hands on the table. “I am not pregnant!” His voice cracked into a shout, drawing stares from other booths. His chest heaved, his hoodie straining across his belly with each breath. “Do you hear me? I’m not—I can’t be!”

Jenna flinched but didn’t back down. “Alex, your body says otherwise.”

“No!” He grabbed his soda and downed half of it, ignoring the way his stomach clenched and shifted in protest. “It’s bloating. Indigestion. Something else. Anything else. But not that.”

A sharp kick jolted inside, making him choke on his drink. His hands clutched the table, knuckles white. He groaned low, trying to pass it off as heartburn.

Brian’s voice was quiet. “…Alex, what’s gonna happen when you can’t deny it anymore?”

“I’ll never admit it,” Alex spat through gritted teeth. His voice shook, but he said it anyway. “Never.”

Back home, Alex lay sprawled on his bed, shirt pushed up, sweat glistening across his stretched skin. His belly rose like a mountain, trembling with every kick and roll. His breath came ragged, every movement inside driving a soft whimper from his throat.

“Nnnnghh… stop… just stop…” He bit down on his fist, moaning against it. “You’re not real. You’re not. I won’t—ohhh—won’t believe it…”

He rocked side to side, but the pressure inside only grew worse, settling lower with each passing night. His hips ached, his back screamed, and his belly felt like it would split open with how taut it was.

Still, he whispered to himself over and over, a mantra in the dark:

“I’m not pregnant. I’m not. I’m not. I’m not.”

But when another sharp jolt tore through his abdomen, he screamed into his pillow, the sound muffled but raw, his body writhing against the sheets. His denial held, even as the truth pressed relentlessly downward inside him.

The clock on the wall ticked steadily in the quiet apartment. Outside, the city buzzed faintly, but inside Alex’s bedroom, the air was heavy and still. He lay curled on his side, one arm wrapped under his swollen belly, sweat dampening his shirt.

The first cramp hit hard and deep.

“Nnnghhh—ahh…” He gritted his teeth, curling tighter, breath hissing out between them. His hand pressed into his stomach, trying to rub the pain away. “Just gas… just gas… ate too much pizza…”

But when it passed, another came. Stronger. He sat up with effort, legs spread wide to make room for the bulk of his belly. His T-shirt rode up, exposing skin stretched tight and gleaming. He clutched the mattress, rocking forward.

“Ohh—ohh God… it’s worse… it’s just food poisoning, that’s all…” He moaned low, his voice cracking. “I’ll be fine. I’ll sleep it off.”

The next wave tore through him, so sharp it drove a cry from his throat. He slapped a hand over his mouth, biting back the sound, but it came out anyway, muffled and desperate.

“Mmmhhhnnnnnnnnghhhhh—!”

His belly tightened like stone, every muscle pulling hard. He gasped when it finally eased, sweat dripping down his temple.

He forced himself up, wobbling on his feet. His legs trembled under the weight of his belly. He waddled toward the bathroom, clutching his middle with both hands.

“Come on, Alex, walk it off,” he muttered between ragged breaths. “Not pregnant. Just cramps. Just cramps.”

Another contraction hit halfway down the hall. He doubled over, bracing against the wall, his forehead pressed to the cool paint. His body shook, his hips rocking uncontrollably as the pressure bore down.

“Ahhh—hhhnnnnghhhh!” His moan echoed off the walls, raw and hoarse. “N-no, no, no, no… not happening… not happening…”

When it passed, he staggered to the mirror in the bathroom. He gripped the sink, staring at the reflection. His belly jutted out obscenely, low and round, the skin tight and flushed. His face was pale, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

He shook his head violently, panting. “That’s not a pregnant belly. It’s not. I’m not.”

But then another ripple tore across the mound, unmistakable, followed by a kick so strong it made him cry out.

“Ohhh—hhhhh—ahhh!” He clutched the sink, legs bowing, moaning gutturally. “It’s… not… I swear it’s not…”

Back in the bedroom, he collapsed onto the bed, curling on his side. His breaths came in sharp pants.

“Mmmhhhhnnnn—ahhh—hhhhh…” He pressed a pillow hard against his belly, as if he could smother the pain. His voice shook with sobs between groans. “No, no, no… not me… not like this…”

The contractions came faster. His body arched with each one, his thighs spreading, his hands clutching the sheets. He bit into the pillow to muffle his screams, but the sound still tore out of him, high and broken.

“NNNNGGHHHHhhhhh—ahhhhhh—God it hurts—”

The pressure shifted lower. Heavy. Relentless. He gasped, one hand flying between his legs instinctively, feeling the hot fullness pressing down. His eyes widened in horror.

“N-no… no, no, no…” His head shook frantically, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I won’t— I won’t—”

His body clenched again, forcing him to bear down. He screamed into the mattress, muffling the sound. His whole body trembled.

“I-I’m not pregnant,” he sobbed, rocking back and forth. “I’m not, I’m not, I’m not—”

But his body ignored him. The undeniable rhythm of labor had begun.

The bedroom was stifling with heat. The sheets were twisted and damp with sweat where Alex writhed on the bed. His shirt had ridden up completely, leaving his massive belly bare, the skin taut and glistening under the dim light. Every breath came ragged, every moan cracked and desperate.

“Ahhh—hhhnnnnnghhhhh—ohhh God—” His fingers clawed at the mattress, knuckles white. “No—no, no—this isn’t happening—”

Another contraction seized him, stronger than anything before. His body curled forward around the swell of his belly, a guttural cry tearing from his throat. His thighs spread wide, shaking violently as pressure crashed down into his pelvis.

“HHhhhnnnnnghhhhhh! Nnnnoooo—ahhhh!” He sobbed into the pillow, muffling his screams. “I’m not—pregnant—I’m not—”

But his body betrayed him. His belly tightened like a drum, the babies shifting downward with unstoppable force. He clamped his knees together, both hands between his legs, fighting the urge to push.

The next wave hit, and he couldn’t stop the groan that ripped from deep in his chest. His hips rocked against the sheets, thighs trembling as the pressure bore down.

“Nnnghhhhh—ohhh—ohhh it’s—coming—ahhh God, nooo!” His voice broke into sobs. “Don’t—don’t—don’t come out—I won’t let you—”

But the pressure only mounted. His body strained, every muscle convulsing. He gasped, horrified, as something bulged low between his legs.

“No—no, no, no—” He shook his head wildly, tears spilling. “It’s not crowning—it’s not—it’s nothing—”

The truth was there: the first baby’s head pressing down, stretching him, burning hot.

The next contraction slammed through him. His whole body arched, a scream bursting from his raw throat.

“HHHhhhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggghhhhHHhhhhh! Ahhh—ahhhhhh—it huuurts—!”

His hand flew between his legs and met the hard, rounded swell forcing its way out. His breath caught.

“No—ohhh God—no—please—stop—” He panted frantically, shaking his head, pressing back against it with trembling fingers. “I can’t—I won’t—”

But the head only pushed harder, crowning wider with each involuntary push.

The burn was excruciating. He screamed again, thrashing on the bed, sweat flying. His face was red, veins standing out in his neck as his body bore down.

“AHHHhhhhhHHhhhhhh! I’m not—I’m not pregnant—I swear I’m not—!”

But the head was there, halfway out, stretching him unbearably.

With one more brutal contraction, the head slipped free. Alex let out a strangled wail, collapsing back against the mattress, chest heaving.

“No… ohh God no…” His hands trembled as he felt between his legs, touching the wet, slick curve of a newborn head now hanging free. “It’s real… oh God it’s real…”

His belly cramped again, forcing his body to push. He screamed until his voice broke, and the rest of the tiny body slid out, falling wetly onto the sheets.

Alex sobbed, staring down at the baby lying between his trembling thighs. Perfect, small, undeniable.

“No… no, no, no, no…” His head shook violently, tears streaming. “I didn’t—I’m not—”

But another contraction was already mounting.

He barely had time to breathe before the next baby pressed low. His belly heaved, another round of groans tearing out of him.

“Ahhhh—hhhnnnnnngghhh! No, no, not again—!” He doubled over, clutching his belly as it tightened brutally.

The crown bulged again, faster this time. He screamed, his voice hoarse and broken, rocking against the sheets as the second baby forced its way down.

“HHhhhhhhnnnnnghhh—ahhhhhh! Stop—please—stop—!”

But his body bore down, unstoppable. With a final shriek, the head slid free, and then the rest of the baby followed, joining the first on the bed.

Alex collapsed backward, sobbing hysterically, his belly smaller but still round.

“I can’t—I can’t—ohh God, no more—please—”

But his body wasn’t done. The contractions tore through him again, his stomach clenching violently. He screamed hoarsely, clawing at the sheets, legs spread wide as the third descended.

“Nooo—ohhhhhh—hhhnnnnnnghhh! It hurts—it hurts so bad—I can’t—ohhh God—!”

The crown stretched him once more. His voice broke into sobbing gasps, head thrashing on the pillow.

“I’m not—I’m not pregnant—I’m not—ahhhhhhhhhh!”

The baby slid free, wet and perfect, as Alex convulsed with a guttural cry.

Three babies lay between his trembling legs, his body wrecked, his throat raw from screaming. He curled onto his side, clutching his aching belly, sobbing.

“No… no… no… not me… I wasn’t pregnant…” His voice was hoarse, nearly gone.

But the proof was there, undeniable, lined up before him.

And Alex, even in his exhaustion, kept whispering, broken and small:

“I’m not pregnant… I’m not… I’m not…”

[painfullypregnant]

do you think you could do a domestic and fluffy overdue pregnancy with a very worried partner? not dramatically overdue just maybe a week or so, with twins? I really liked get it out and I need inspo : )

((This one took ages to finish but MERRY CHRISTMAS (to those who celebrate it)!!! Thanks for being so patient with me it truly does mean a lot :') This is a long one but y'all are gonna like it!))

CW: Sex during labor, rapid birth, unplanned home birth

Nate groaned at all of the pressure in his lower body. The twins that strained his womb were pressing on everything, including his bladder that felt like it would explode if he didn't get up to relieve himself but at the same time, he didn't want to be untangled from the thick, hairy arm that was wrapped around his middle. As much as he wished to stay, he knew that any wetness in the bed would lead to all hell breaking loose with Alex thinking he was in labor and refusing to believe otherwise.

As expected, Alex's arm tightened around his belly when he felt his husband inching his way towards the edge of the bed, stopping him in his tracks. Nate sighed but smiled at the feeling of warm lips pressing against the nape of his neck while Alex's large hand rolled all over his swell in large, slow motions.

"Where you goin'?" He drawled out, sleep so heavy in his voice Nate could barely make out what was asked.

"I'm just going to the bathroom, unless you'd prefer it if I wet the bed?" Before he could finish his question, Alex was removing the sheets and rolling off his side of the bed. "Alex, I can do this on my own. Go back to bed."

He waved him off as he lumbered his way to the other side of the bed. "Just because you can doesn't mean you should."

That saying was used against him like clockwork at the end of his pregnancy.

"But you have work in the morning."

"It's just one meeting and I'll be back home in a few hours. Come on, big guy."

Despite his annoyance, Nate didn't reject the assistance at all and wrapped an arm around Alex's neck with the other cradling his firm belly. A pop in his hip had Nate hissing as he was dragged up to his feet faster than expected. The babies jostled around with what little space they had left to occupy and Alex paused when a moan escaped his throat as the full weight of the twins in his pelvis made him want to lay back down.

"Too fast?"

Nate needed a few seconds to breathe and blink through the intense pressure behind his opening. The only response he could manage was a nod as the babies shifted into new positions now that he was on his swollen feet. At five months pregnant, it was cute and endearing to feel them flip around but now at a week past his due date, they'd grown so big everything was beginning to feel unnatural. And Nate swore he could feel the frustration in their movements as well. All three of them were done with this pregnancy.

He ached and sometimes contracted when they moved due to the sheer size that was partly from being overdue and mostly from his husband being so damn huge. Alex warned him that his babies would be hard to handle when Nate finally decided to take the challenge of carrying his kids. It was a warning he never took seriously until he looked ready to give birth at the end of his second trimester.

Unconsciously, he began to rock his hips as Alex kneaded his drum-tight belly. He thanked every god above that he'd gotten knocked up by such an attentive, loving man. He barely had to ask which places needed to be massaged or rubbed. By now, Alex could read his body and tell exactly where his strong hands were needed. And if Nate just needed an anchor to hold on to through the pain much like he was now, he was great for that too.

A head settled right behind his cervix as the lower baby turned and shifted downward. Nate took an experimental step forward and felt it fall further into place as the babe higher up pushed down on the first. He gasped at the sudden and intense increase in pressure, leading Alex to turn him around and squeeze his hips for counter pressure until he felt Nate relax under his hands with a groan.

"Ugh… head's fat like yours." Sighed Nate as he straightened himself up with his back to Alex's chest.

He could feel the rumbling of a quiet chuckle against his back. "You don't mind my fat head when it's between your legs."

Nate laughed as Alex planted a series of playful kisses all around the side of his face and neck before batting him away. Alex remained next to the bed as he watched Nate carefully waddle to the bathroom. Walking him there is something he would've done himself if he knew Nate wouldn't snap, saying his legs weren't broken and he didn't need help getting around but he for sure couldn't get off the toilet on his own anymore.

Come morning, Alex was grateful for how heavily Nate slept this late in his pregnancy. A conversation the day before about what he'd do while Alex was at the mandatory meeting included Nate gushing about the breakfast he planned to whip up once he was able to get out of bed. A stack of three pancakes with strawberries and bananas and warm maple syrup drizzled over the top. Scrambled eggs, grits, and a few biscuits on the side made up the rest of the meal that sat on a tray Alex was carrying to the bedroom. He didn't want to wake Nate –even though he was usually up from the twins roused and stretching out in the confines of his tight womb– but wanted him to have the option of eating his food while it was still hot.

He fully expected the scoff that left Nate after he was gently shaken with the smell of the food so close hitting him the moment he opened his eyes. "You just can't let me do anything, can you?"

"Nope." Alex quipped as he set two glasses of water and orange juice on the night stand. A small kiss was planted on the pregnant man's forehead before he bent down to place two on his belly. "I won't be too long."

The very second he walked away, Nate began longing for him. Mornings were usually spent with Alex's arm cradling the massive belly he'd gifted his husband while peppering him with kisses until Nate grew annoyed. Now he was annoyed that it wasn't happening this morning, but he was sure there would…

A pinch on his cervix made him gasp and grip the base of his belly. He didn't say anything, but he'd been having spaced out contractions since the previous afternoon. Alex made a comment on how his belly was more lopsided and lower than usual. It was hanging when he got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and even lower this morning. Every contraction, no matter how small, forced more pressure into his pelvis as his babies were shoved towards their only exit.

This one, however, flipped that natural switch in his brain that told him this might be real labor. When he dug his fists into the sheets and leaned forward on them, he lifted his hips to lessen the pressure but that only made him realize how full his bottom felt. He recalled the article that said that fullness along with the need to run to the bathroom was normal and it meant nothing more than the head of the baby preparing for birth. He was suddenly grateful for the hours upon hours of content he and Alex had consumed on pregnancy and childbirth but wished there were other options for alleviating the pressure without popping the babies out.

After the contraction subsided, Nate made quick work of the more than delightful breakfast that was left on the bed. Instinct kicked in when the meal was finished and he was struck with the urge to clean. Within two hours he'd done everything from vacuuming and mopping the floors to wiping down all the countertops to clearing dust off their fans to finally rearranging things in the nursery. All while stopping for the contractions that were present enough to make him pause and rock his hips but not frequent enough to make him worry about rushing to the hospital.

He suddenly decided he needed a bit of sunlight and hauled himself outside to grab the mail. By now the strain was exaggerated in his walk. The engaged head of their first kept his legs apart with one hand digging into his back and the other cupping the underside of his belly. His entire body swayed from side to side as he leaned back from the weight in the front dragging him down.

By the time he reached the brick mailbox, another contraction was adding pressure to his hips. With his fingers digging in to his underbelly, he pressed up against the lowest baby to get the weight off his cervix even a little bit, but it proved useless. The pain came with an intense ache in his lower back that had him leaning heavily against the mailbox with both hands now aggressively rubbing his back.

He breathed deeply as he and Alex had practiced together many times but the contraction suddenly built up to a lightning bolt of pain in his lower back and belly that made him gasp. He was just grateful that none of their neighbors were around to see him nearly in labor against the mailbox. Even though birth still felt far away, he told himself to grab the mail and waddle back to the house. Before he could do that, his phone began to vibrate. It was Alex.

Nate released a deep breath and focused on evening out his voice as he answered. "Alex?"

"You look like you're about to have my babies on the driveway."

"What?" With a furrowed brow he lowered the phone and looked around for any sign of Alex's SUV. Then he remembered. Just above the garage in the corner was a motion activated camera that had been aimed at him the whole time. As soon as it sensed movement, a live feed was sent straight to their phones. With his notifications for it turned off, Nate forgot it even existed. "You can't be serious…"

"Go back inside, please."

"I'm getting the mail, not cutting the damn grass. And shouldn't you be in a meeting?" Nate asked as he grabbed the mail and began his trek back towards the house.

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Alex…"

"I stepped out to use the restroom when I got pinged and saw you ready to collapse next to the mailbox."

"Just a little back pain." Nate muttered.

He was now huffing as he waddled back up the driveway. He didn't want to say it to Alex but he was right about going back to the bed. The head was so low that sitting was no longer an option and he was longing for a pillow under his belly with two stacked between his legs to help with the pressure…

But the living room still needed to be tidied.

"Go lay down. I can finish up whatever else needs to be done when I get home in a bit." Alex knew the nesting was natural and unavoidable but the way Nate was waddling had him worried that he might lose his balance and hurt the three of them.

"Yeah. Sure. I'll do that."

He could hear his husband's sigh of defeat on the other end. "Just don't hurt yourself. I'll be home in a couple hours."

Nate returned to the house and cleaned until his hips begged for rest but the tightness in his back kept him up and moving. He decided to wait for his husband in the kitchen and brace himself on the countertops as contractions rolled through. Twenty minutes of pacing and moaning passed before the unmistakable sound of the garage door going up was heard just as a contraction was releasing him.

"Thought I told you to lay down." Said Alex as he set his laptop bag down on the counter.

"Well, hello to you too." Nate sneered. Alex closed the gap between two of them and as soon as he was within reach, the larger man's hands went straight to his stuffed belly before he leaned down for a slow kiss.

"Hi." Alex huffed after pulling away. "How you feelin'?"

"Like your kids are about to fall out of me. They're so much lower than they were yesterday." Nate sighed and cradled his belly to emphasise his discomfort. "And contractions are getting a bit closer than last night too."

"How close?"

"About six minutes."

He hummed in response. "Do you need me to check?"

Nate winced at the question. He was uncomfortable enough without Alex poking around up there but he felt like he should be at five by now. Confirmation would be helpful for sure.

"Yeah, let's do it."

After bracing himself on the counter, Nate pulled his pants down just enough for a hand to slip through. As expected, the moment Alex's fat fingers brushed his cervix, his womb seized. A whimper escaped him and Alex brought the other hand around the underside of his belly and kneaded the reddened skin struggling to contain his load.

"I know, baby." He whispered with his lips on Nate's shoulder as he measured his progress.

"C-can you feel my bag? Aaaahhhhh…"

Alex frowned and shook his head. "No. You're barely open down there."

"You have to be fucking kidding me." Nate exhaled as the fingers left his hole.

"But you think this is it? Are they ready?"

"It has to be. They've been ready."

Only they weren't.

He was proven wrong when three days passed with Nate feeling closer to birth with each passing hour. Contractions would space out as soon as they got close enough for him to think they were serious. They went to the hospital twice with Nate nearly having an emotional meltdown in the car when they were sent home the second time. Despite his cervix growing weak from the pressure of the head pressing on it and his pained pleas for help, they were told by multiple doctors that his cervix wasn't open enough for him to possibly feel that close. And with the birth ward as busy as it was, they were advised not to return until Nate's water broke. Alex made sure to submit a complaint to HR as he watched Nate grow increasingly stressed by the prolonged labor.

The head of their first baby was wedged deep down in the bowl of his pelvis and kept his legs spread wide. Nate swore he could feel it getting bigger between his legs every day and as a result, he couldn't do anything on his own without a stabbing pain in his crotch.

Alex didn't mind the fact that Nate had become dependent on him for everything, more than he had been for the past ten months. That dependance mostly consisted of Alex helping him limp to the bathroom to shower and relieve himself before hauling him back to bed with every meal being brought to him. The princess treatment would have been far more enjoyable had Nate not felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode.

Three days in, he started doing everything he could to induce labor naturally. Castor oil, yoga ball, spicy food, curb walking. Nothing worked. Nate suggested sex multiple times but Alex was adamant about not hurting him or the babies with his size. The only thing that changed his mind was four days after the pains started when he came home from the grocery store to the sound of Nate weeping in their bedroom. The protective husband in him dropped the bags and bolted across the house, fully prepared for the worst.

But all he saw was Nate laying on his side with three pillows stacked between his legs. He cried with wiggling hips and a hand pressing upward on his rear. Alex ran over to the side of the bed and began feeling around his overwhelmed womb.

"Love, what's wrong? What are you feeling?"

"It's on something!" He yelped out as his hips jerked in agony. "It's sitting on something, Alex. Oh, GOD it hurts! Fuck!"

"Where's the pain?"

"Everywhere. I don't know. God, I don't know I just need it to move. It needs to move now!"

Alex's hands hovered over where the lowest baby sat heavy at the bottom of his belly. When he pressed against the bulk Nate cried out as the motion only pushed the babe further down onto whatever nerve or bone it was resting on. With a gasp and a pang of guilt, Alex went from pressing on his lower belly to rubbing the stretch marked skin. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my love."

"Alex, I need it. I need it now, please!" Nate cried out as he pulled himself about with his arms as if he were trying to drag himself away from the pain. His legs were utterly useless at this point and had been for about a day now. Miserable was an understatement. It was down right intolerable. "I'm tired, I can't walk, I can hardly breathe, babe, please! I need this to be over, I can't take it! I'm sorry."

Alex thought about trying the hospital again but the last thing he wanted was to give Nate false hope and get sent home a third time. After their second rejection, they agreed to leave after his water broke since that seemed to be the only way they'd give him a room. He wished there was another within a reasonable distance but the next major facility with a birth ward was so far there's no way Nate would make it there comfortably. The guilt of putting his husband in such a state was beginning to eat him.

And the guilt increased tenfold because, to his surprise, he'd become aroused looking at his tiny and comically overstuffed husband.

His babies had only grown since the day they assumed he was in labor and Alex truly began to worry when Nate woke up complaining about being out of breath in his sleep. His brood had grown so large and the limited space meant the second baby had no choice but to push up and squeeze its father's lungs. There was simply no room left. Alex felt disgusted with himself over the past few days as he hardened every time Nate begged to give birth.

I did this to him. Alex thought to himself as blood began to rush down to his dick.

I did this to him. His stomach churned with shame over the fact that he knew his babies would be bigger than Nate's hips could handle but he pumped him full anyway. It was a shitty feeling even though Nate was begging to be impregnated.

"Alex." He was pulled out of his mind and his eyes were back on Nate and his stomach that was badly bulging with his twins. He could barely speak between heavy breaths and tearful eyes. "They're pushing down… they're ready… I just need you to-"

Alex winced as he was cut off by a contraction that knocked out whatever air he had left in his lungs. He kept his eyes on Nate' belly as skin and muscle caved in on the twins, barely even registering the fact that he'd unzipped his pants while watching his husband fight through the throws of labor.

By the time the pain was over, Alex was on the bed with nothing but a t-shirt on. Nate looked at him and smiled. It was shaky and weak but the first time he'd done so in days. Alex wasted no time kissing it away while groping his stomach and weeping breasts. Nate slid his hands under the thin shirt and did the same, squeezing Alex's stomach and chest just the way he liked.

Both of them were panting when the kiss was broken and Alex leaned back before removing the pillows between his legs. "We need a word."

Nate helped by grabbing another one and tossing it to the side. "A word?"

"If it's too much. You gotta say something so I know if I need to stop."

"You'll stop when my water breaks."

"Love, I'm not doing this without one."

Nate scoffed. "You can't come up with one?"

"You'll be the one screaming it." Alex growled in his ear and Nate was hit with the urge to push the man nipping away at his neck onto his back and ride him aggressively until his cervix was bruised and his sac popped. He would've done it if he could move at all. "Thought it would be nice to let you choose."

"Diamond?" Nate answered quickly, eager to have the man's cock filling him up.

Alex nodded with a smile. "Diamond it is. You ready?"

In response, he widened his legs as best as he could to give his husband a view of the wet stain of his arousal through his briefs. "I've been ready."

That was enough to have Alex reaching around the rim of his underwear and tugging them off completely. Nate's pussy was wet and swollen, beautifully prepared for sex and birth all at once. Alex was drawn to it like a magnet, pupils fully dilated as he unconsciously lowered his head to taste how ready his husband was, heart hammering in his ears. After a long, hot minute of licking and sucking, Alex decided he needed more. A lot more.

He pulled back panting with a hungry gaze Nate hadn't seen in a long time. "Get up."

Apparently Nate had been thoroughly enjoying being eaten out because he let out a frustrated groan before he paused and looked up with confusion all over his face. "Huh?"

"Kneel on the bed, come on." He wasted no time gently tugging on Nate's hands to get him moving.

"What are you…" Then he realized. "There's no way."

"Just for a few minutes. Please."

"My water could break. I'm not trying to drown you today."

"You've held it in this long. And if I drown under you, I'd die completely happy."

"I'd prefer it if you didn't die at all."

Alex laughed. "I'll be fine. More than fine, even. If you really want me to stop, use the word and it's over. We'll move on to the next part, alright?"

He suddenly began to feel self conscious about how heavy and huge he'd become since he last rode Alex's face. "Are you sure? I don't wanna suffocate you either."

"If you crushed me with the weight I put on you, I'd die even happier. I won't be too long."

Nate only ever expressed needing his sperm to speed up labor but Alex was determined to have his desperate husband shaking and screaming from an orgasm along with him.

A grin stretched across Alex's face as Nate accepted his help and sat up, groaning. His hands dug into his back when gravity pulled both his belly and the babies downward.

"Ooooooh…" He moaned deeply. "You're gonna have to hurry down there. I won't be able to stay up for long."

Alex rained kisses all over his shoulders. "I'll be quick. Promise."

He nudged Nate's legs as a signal for him to spread and lift as best as he could. As soon as he was able to slide underneath, Alex's hands went straight to his thighs and pulled him down. Nate blushed when he felt his lower belly resting heavily on the man's forehead, and he let out a grunt as he tried his best to lift the load off of him. His hands were pulled away and he leaned forward, adding to the pressure that Alex welcomed as he positioned his mouth under Nate's swollen pussy.

It started with a slow lapping of his tongue that almost instantly turned Nate's legs into jelly. He braced himself with one hand on the bed and the other cradling Alex's head beneath his swell. The last time he rode his husband's face, he could look down and see his head as he worked but the only thing in view was his rock-solid and malformed abdomen that tightened further the second Alex latched on to his engorged clit.

A sharp gasp left him as his entire body seized up. Alex's grip on his thighs kept his opening flush against his face and Nate couldn't do anything more than roll his hips against the mouth sucking him below. The two maintained a steady rhythm as he was overwhelmed with the sensation of labor and pleasure fused together. His orgasm was quick to build, pushing the melon-like head of their baby down with a force so intense he felt his cervix stretch around the large mass in his hips. The closer he got to climax, the further down the head dipped until it struck a bundle of nerves that had his entire body shaking violently. Alex took that as his cue to increase the intensity of his sucking and that was it for him.

Nate went from trembling to uncontrollably bouncing his hips with Alex's mouth never leaving his clit. The contraction peaked with his orgasm and combined with the pressure from the head, it was quickly proving to be too much despite the ecstasy flowing through him in massive waves. He was so overwhelmed that his body responded to the sensations with a rogue push that forced a broken gasp from his mouth.

"SHIT, BABE!" He cried out, reaching down to grab a fistful of the bear's hair. "Alex!"

Feeling ready to explode in the midst of his orgasm, Nate tried to raise his hips but the death grip Alex held on his thighs rendered him immobile. His mind raced through the fog of birth and pleasure as he fought to remember the word.

Emerald? No.

Daisy? No.

"D-DIAMOND!" Relief washed over him Alex immediately loosened his grip. "Diamond. Diamond… Oh, god."

He broke the suction with a pop and swiftly slid out from under him. Nate leaned forward on his fists, rocking back and forth in an effort to ease the pressure in his hips and ground himself. Alex noticed the sniffling along with the dampness on his cheeks and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice was frantic but he calmed a little when Nate shook his head slowly.

Both of them were having trouble catching their breath, Nate struggled a bit more with two post-term babies pushing on his insides but he managed to speak. "No… that was just… it was a lot… good, but a lot."

He made sure not to mention the push. With everything he felt at once, he wasn't even sure if that's actually what happened but it felt like he was pushing with the pressure for a moment.

Alex hummed in approval and got to work on kneading his lower back. Out of curiosity, he leaned over to look between Nate's legs and smiled when a runny, clear liquid was steadily dripping onto the bed sheets.

"Well, we got a leak goin' at least." Alex announced. "I think we should stop here and get ready to go."

Nate shook his head again, still stuck in the fight to steady his breathing.

Here we go. Alex thought to himself.

"Water breaks, then we leave."

"I'm sure it'll all come out if you walk around for a few minutes."

"Alex, you said you'd do it. I'll use the word again if I have to, just let me ride this one out. And rub like you mean it."

He didn't realize his hand had eased up on his back but Nate purred when he pressed down hard again. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with the overly pregnant man and Nate really didn't seem like he'd last long anyway. It looked as if a single well placed thrust would have the rest of his water all over the bed.

"Alright. Let me know when you're ready."

A minute passed before Nate began arranging their pillows as Alex watched with complete adoration as he made a little nest for himself and his massive swell. Once everything was together, Alex immediately moved to help settle his belly by holding it so Nate could move to his side quicker and easier. He took note of the immense weight of the twins as they leaned heavily to one side and wondered how Nate would handle the birth once the pushing ramped up.

The moment Nate's pregnancy was revealed, they got to work on finding a team of doctors who frequently dealt with large babies and quickly found a group of them who reeled when they saw the couple for the first time. And it was Alex they were more concerned about (or rather his size). Everyone was a gnat compared to him but Nate especially as he was nearly a whole foot and a half shorter with Alex being three times as heavy.

They instantly shattered Nate's dreams of having a natural birth but continued with his care until they found a second heartbeat. After realizing they were having twins, talks of a natural birth started again since the immense weight was now split between two babies. And while they still measured big for twins, everyone remained confident that the birth would go smoothly.

After he grew to a certain point, none of the doctors thought he would make it past 36 weeks but here he was at 41 being induced by his husband after weeks of complete hell. Nate was adamant about not having a medical induction and the doctors allowed him to keep going since the babies still weren't big enough for an intervention like that to be required. But they were big enough to cause the most intense pain, discomfort, and exhaustion Nate had ever felt in the weeks leading up to today.

He sighed as he was finally able to rest on his side and Alex lowered the weight of his belly onto the pillows that alleviated the strain on his abused back. He hissed and winced as he raised his leg to grant his husband entry to his puffy, drooling pussy. He didn't give Alex pointers on how fast or hard he wanted the man to go. He was just desperate to be popped so they could run to the delivery ward and be done with this pregnancy.

Alex kneeled over him, massaging his thickened thighs and aching hips for a moment before pressing his fat tip against Nate's dampened entrance that radiated a welcoming warmth. As he pushed in, he studied Nate's body language and expressions for any sign of discomfort but the man took him well despite being in labor and not having sex for the past month.

Alex switched to focusing inward the further he slid in, the tightness and warmth forcing more blood to rush from his head down to his cock. Eyes closed, face tilted up at the ceiling, light tremors in his hips, he was at war with is own body as he tired to control himself for the sake of the twins and Nate's comfort. After another inch, the pregnant pussy engulfing him tightened further and he had to stop, his head now hanging between his shoulders and he took slow, deep breaths.

"You okay up there?" He looked down to see Nate looking up at him with weary eyes.

Alex couldn't help but lean in and capture his lips in a heated kiss, breaking it briefly to mumble a breathy "you're so tight, baby" against his skin before kissing him again. A minute passed with their lips locked together as Alex's nerves eased. Right when his body relaxed enough, Nate's tightened as he was taken by another contraction.

"Move. Please." Was all he could say as he began to writhe with the intense discomfort of having Alex's girth sitting there while his whole body began to throb.

He carefully pushed the rest of the way in but halted when his tip kissed something taut inside his husband's pussy. For a moment, he assumed the worst until he remembered the other day before being sent home a second time when the nurse announced that Nate's sac was beginning to bulge. While he didn't mention it since then, Alex was curious to know exactly what she meant and how it would feel against his fingers but this was arguably better albeit a little awkward. When Nate asked to be popped Alex didn't think he meant it in a literal sense.

There was an inch left, he realized as he looked down, and he felt grossed out with himself as the thought of pushing further into his bag had him weeping cum. A decision was made and he pulled back to study Nate again before he pressed his hips flush against his husband's. That final inch had Nate mooing as the pressure of the contraction pushing down combined with Alex pushing up into his thick waters had his fingers clawing at anything he could grab.

Watching Nate come undone beneath him caused Alex's composure to falter. He began moving as slowly and carefully as he could while fighting the growing urge to pound his brains out. And the more he forced it back with the squeezing from the contraction, the worse it got.

His pace quickened but he was mindful of how deep he went, not wanting to rupture Nate's water before they came together but even that was an uphill battle. A battle he lost when the contraction reached its peak and held Alex's girth with a death grip.

"Fuck." He groaned as Nate cried out with waves of intense pleasure and blinding pain.

Alex's heavy lidded eyes looked down at his husband as he thrusted vigorously. He was almost salivating at the sight underneath him. Nate's jaw hung open, eyes rolled back, skin red and glistening with sweat, belly stretch marked and tight around the two massive babies he'd carried so well throughout these past ten months.

If anybody told either of them they'd end up this way a decade ago, neither of them would've believed it. The pipeline from high school enemies to high school sweethearts to husbands to soon-to-be fathers was a wild but welcome one. For the nine years they'd been together they frequently discussed having kids and now Nate was underneath him massive with twins and begging Alex to bust his water.

He needed this moment tattooed to his brain. They were unsure if any more kids would follow these two but even if they agreed to have more, nothing would compare to this right here.

His grunts and growls turned into whimpers of desperation as he finally relinquished control of his hips and gave Nate everything he had.

He'll use the word if he needs it.

The pace increased until Alex worked up to his typical rutting with the clapping of wet skin urging him to slam into Nate harder than he usually would this late in his pregnancy. The wound up nerves in his gut that feared Nate might shout the word out of discomfort was released when the overdue man screamed his name in complete bliss. That was all Alex needed to set a grueling rhythm as he punched away at Nate's sac that was beginning to leak fluid onto the sheets in a slow trickle.

He's close. God, he's close.

Alex shut his eyes and wrung contraction after contraction out of Nate's body. The man beneath him was out of his mind as the intimacy of sex and labor took hold. Eyes rolled back, Nate could feel the warmth spilling from his hole around Alex's dick as his water neared a full rupture.

The next squeeze of his uterus forced so much pressure onto his dilated cervix that he couldn't help but push unconsciously. He lost count of the amount of times his body heaved on its own. If Alex felt any of it, he didn't show it at all. Nate was aware of his body's plea to push but the pleasure far outweighed the pain of childbirth. Plus his water was still in the way but it wouldn't be for long.

The contractions increased in intensity and frequency as his orgasm ramped up in the pit of his stomach with the latest one forcing the urge to push to the forefront of his mind. The word was on the tip of his tongue as he knowingly pushed with the feeling but he refused to let it out. Instead, he released a moan from his chest and opened his eyes wide, opting to focus on the ceiling as the pain in his overstressed pelvis became more prevalent. Tears stung his eyes as he was struck with the primal realization that the babies were truly coming but he needed to finish first. And he could tell Alex was getting there too.

With a trembling hand, Nate reached down for his clit but his belly was too full and low for him to rub the throbbing bud.

"Alex." He squeaked pathetically, causing the much larger man to look down and marvel at the way Nate desperately tugged at the base of his belly to give him a view of his needy clit. "Please."

Like a magnet, Alex's fingers went straight to the tiny dick that was red and swollen, begging for relief. It was all Nate needed and that would be the end. And as much as he wished to stay on top of his laboring husband forever, he needed to get Nate to the hospital as soon as realistically possible with how much pressure and resistance he was beginning to feel with the contractions.

Their eyes locked on each other as Alex got to work on tipping him over the edge. A string of broken gasps left Nate and his body began to tense up but their gazes never strayed. One final birth pain overtook him and the world around them slowed as one more realization hit Nate like a freight train.

They weren't going to make it to the hospital.

The pressure was too much, the head too low. But instead of being stuck by fear at the possibility of an unplanned home birth, Nate grew even more aroused. His uterus clenched and the muscles in his legs tightened at the thought of Alex guiding both of their babies out in the very bed they were made in with his huge, gentle hands. He couldn't control the next push that came with the contraction nor the water he felt squirting out with it. His orgasm snuck up alongside the peak of his laboring.

"Alex, I'm–" Cumming. Pushing. The words were caught in his throat as he was overtaken by the need to give birth.

Diamond.

The rational part of his brain knew this needed to end.

Alex watched as Nate locked up and began shaking profusely with his eyes rolled back in his head and toes curled, blissfully unaware of how hard his husband was bearing down as he couldn't tell the difference between the pushing and Nate's mind-shattering orgasm by now.

Diamond.

Nate knew he should say it even though he was still full of amniotic fluid.

Looking down at the absurd mess they'd made along with Nate's bulging womb had Alex's balls tight and aching. The bed was soaked with sweat, slick, and the fluid that was prematurely pounded out of his sac. Nate was right there. Ready to pop. All they needed now was for him to do his part.

Diamond!

It's too much.

As his cock was squeezed by Nate's climax, he went harder. Chasing his own orgasm. The snapping of his hips became wild and unsteady the closer he got. Alex leaned down with his face buried in Nate's neck, pressing his weight onto the man below him and swearing as they sunk into the mountain of pillows together. Eventually, he reached the point where he could no longer form words and his sounds began to alternate between growls and whimpers. He barely registered the new noises being ripped from Nate's throat while he came down from his orgasm and felt the full force of childbirth.

Say it!

He couldn't bring himself to say the word but it was coming now.

Alex couldn't see anything but he felt the softness of Nate's lips pressing against the side of his head and his thrusts grew more desperate than ever.

"It's time, Alex. It's time." Nate whispered next to his ear.

That was all it took to have Alex grabbing the headboard and slamming into Nate so hard he slid a few inches up the bed. He released his hot seed the moment his tip rammed into his sac with his whole body violently trembling. The more he shook, the harder he pushed into the weakening membrane until he felt the pop followed by a rush of warmth. An explosive pressure Nate had been battling for days was released in a jet stream of water that shot between the two of them to the other side of the bed with Alex still and throbbing inside. The fluids were mixed with water and semen as Alex was washed out of him in his last few, weak pumps.

The proper gush followed when he pulled out and Nate exhaled in relief as the rest of the pressure went with it. But instead of being followed with a brief moment of rest, he was thrown into a series of short and violent pushes. He expected Alex to throw him into the car and rush to the ER but it seems he also knew they wouldn't make it anywhere before the twins were born. There was a silent understanding between the two of them that he was giving birth here and now.

Nate couldn't keep himself from holding the pushes when the head began to bulge between his legs. Alex, still catching his breath, announced that he could see hair as his birthing husband wailed at the pain shooting through his back, a steady stream of cum and water leaking from his opening with each push. His belly sagged heavily between his legs as the babes were at their lowest. He was an absolute sight to behold in this state and Alex soaked in every second of it.

Soon enough, the baby began to crown. That's where the trouble started. The head pushed his lips apart just as the shoulders came bouldering through his cervix. Nate suddenly felt like he was being torn open from the inside out and responded with a blood curdling shriek, eyes wide open with pain. Alex watched as he rolled and kicked and shifted around in the bed in agony. The same shitty feeling returned when he felt himself hardening again but Nate was too far gone to notice. Alex had to resist the urge to pump into his hand as the hysteria increased with Nate's stretching pussy.

"PULL IT OUT!" He screamed as he clawed at the sheets. "PLEASE, IT'S BIG!"

Alex ignored his arousal and crawled up next to Nate's head. As soon as he placed a hand on the man's cheek, his painful eyes flew open and stared straight into Alex's.

"You can do this, my love."

"Alex, it's big…" Said Nate, his voice shaking and wavering as he spoke quickly. "It hurts. Please, it hurts…"

"I know, Nate. Just push out the head, alright? I can give them a little tug but you have to get the head out."

"I can't. I CAN'T! GOD, I CAN'T!" The rest of his words were lost in another wave of screams interrupted by grunts with his effort. The contraction ripped through him, adding the most intense pressure to his lower body as his womb fought tooth and nail to expel the babies.

The baby was so large it pushed against every nerve as it slowly inched downward with each push. The screams and grunts turned into throaty moans. Alex was confused at first but knew what was happening when Nate's hips began to buck and twitch on their own. The crown bulged so far out as his orgasm built over time. They just needed the tight skin around his pussy to release the head and it would be out. But he knew Nate would need help getting there.

When Alex's hands moved between his legs, one to play with his swollen clit and the other ready to support the head, Nate pushed violently. It took mere seconds of Alex teasing his tiny dick for him to orgasm so hard the whole bed trembled as the shockwaves of ecstasy ran through him. The moaning and screaming stopped. Nate was silent as his mouth opened in a silent wail and his back arched against the bed. There was a tremble in his legs that grew worse and worse with the pressure until…

"OH!" He cried out as the head popped free.

"That's it, baby!" Alex laughed as he cradled the head in his large hand. He took note if how heavy it felt and wondered how Nate was functioning in those final days with something so big between his legs. The smaller man took the opportunity to breathe and collect himself as Alex helped the baby turn in his hands. "I need a big push on the next contraction and it's over. You got this!"

"Babe, there's a second one." He groaned.

"But it's smaller and we're gonna get it out quick, alright? Just push and I'll help."

His heart hammered in his chest when the fear in Nate's eyes turned into trust. Before he could respond, the next birth pain had him grunting as it climaxed rapidly. Alex started to wiggle it free as soon as he felt the push but he needed more to work with.

"Harder, Nate. Come on, push it out. You can do it. Push!"

At that, he paused to take in one more gulp of air and pushed so hard a tremor ran through him. The only sound he made was a grunt that increased in intensity as Alex twisted and pulled gently. He smiled when he felt the shoulders start to give and knew Nate felt it as well by the way he adjusted his hips to open wider for the baby. "That's it, love. It's almost out! Hold it, Nate. Hold it!"

One shoulder popped out and with one final tug, the baby fell out of his canal and filled Alex's warm, waiting hands, crying out as soon as it was hit with the cool air. He was taking a brief moment to celebrate when until he noticed Nate hadn't stopped pushing. He was purple in the face when another gush of water escaped him and within the same push, the second baby began to emerge in a breech position. Alex was in the middle of removing his shirt to wrap the first baby in when water began to spray out around the twin.

"Whoa, love. Slow it down, it's–"

Nate needed everything out. The baby, the fluids, all of it. He was so tired of feeling full that he refused to ease up even for a moment. And even if he wished to stop, he was sure he couldn't. He was at the mercy of his birthing body that wanted nothing more than to be empty and free from Alex's seed. The legs began to dangle out and seconds later, the rest of the baby gushed onto the bed between his legs, stomach deflating dramatically. Nate let out the biggest relieved sigh as Alex pressed a kiss against his forehead, whispering gentle words of thanks and praise to the man who'd just given him two fat, healthy babies.

"Next time," Nate said wearily, "we're doing this at the hospital."

Alex couldn't help but smile at the idea of a "next time".

"Anything you say, my love."

((Hope y'all enjoyed it ;)))

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For the question mark, maybe some kind of demon situation?

(Love your work, by the way. 🙏)

Grandma's House

CW: Dubcon, Mental Incapacitation

On a path forgotten, deeply wedged between trees, was a house. A house made of aged wood from an era beyond scribed history and looked as if it had housed nothing but the ghosts of ghosts.

Kira, stood gripping a distended belly that looked beyond overdue. Veins and stretchmarks were as distinct as a freshly colored tattoo on her skin. The massive weight within made her stomach hang low to her upper thighs. A slow stream of fluid dripped beneath her as the immense pressure grew too much for her body to contain.

This house was her troubled grandmother's, now left to Kira specifically after her death. She told far too many stories about devils and demons for anyone in the family to take her seriously or to bother caring for in her old age. There were no instructions, no expectations for care, not even an estimate for how much it could be sold for. All she knew then was that it was hers. And now she couldn’t leave.

The house was old, but homely. Well enough to sleep in for a night or two as she decided what to do with it. Nothing strange to speak of. There were some strange, devilish, woodcarved statues that lined the walls of her grandmother's room, but she was known for her whittling. There was a door to the basement that must have been older than the house itself with how deeply discolored it was. None of the keys to the home worked for it and she wasn't exactly strong enough to force it off its hinges.

It could be dealt with later.

And then there was a dream.

When Kira slept in the room, a loves warmth enveloped her. It lit her body a flame like a match would a hearth. A man formed of every fantasy and idle crush she held in her head loomed over her and the ethereal silks that now made her bed.

"How well would you like to feel, my love? Do you want to feel pleasure unimaginable?" The man's voice was like the tasting over-sweet honey.

"Y-yes, make me feel good," she murmured, enraptured by the dream.

The man smiled and begun working. He lapped his tongue across her thighs, her hardening nipples, and her throbbing clit. Her body writhed against his gentle touch as though her whole being was an extension of her most sensitive spots.

A drawl moan parted her lips when she felt the pressure of his cock enter her. It was a slow rhythm that rapidly built to quickened repeated thrusts. Until the two, in a harmony of their moans, came with eachothers pulses and made the illusion of her sleeping mind fade.

Kira has been trapped in the home ever since that dream.

When she entered her car to leave she woke up in her grandmothers bed. When she tried to call her friends or family she fell asleep as soon as she hit the last digit. A stride to close to well trekked trails and she found herself in the living room with a hand on her stomach.

Then the symptoms began.

"What the hell is going on," said to herself, knelt before a toilet. "Is this a nightmare? This has to be a nightmare."

Kira later decided it had to have been. Time escaped her; an hour felt like a week, a day was seconds, a mere minute might as well been a month. Trying to think on it nade her head ache as much as her stomach. In that odd time she watched as the skin beneath her navel pulled forward, she witnessed her breasts slowly out grow the clothes she brought for what was supposed to only be a few day stay.

Kira watched as her stomach grew larger than any pregnant woman she'd seen. She saw whatever was within her writhe and struggle against her skin. Her hips ached every passing day as her load lowered and a hardened object dropped into the bowl of her pelvis

Every day Kira cried at the sight of her body and the mere impossibility of it until she fell asleep. All was good in sleep, all was pleasure, all the strife was meaningless in sleep. Her body was normal in the dream and the man was there to caress her, pleasure her to her hearts content until she woke.

But now Kira was even denied that. For days she's labored under the watchful eyes of her grandmother's statues. She couldn't soothe herself to sleep or even close her eyes for a passing moment before a contraction flared in her core. Her hands never left her belly as it changed shape beneath her palms and pushed a head into her cervix.

Kira's eyes widened and a choked cry left her lips. It was too big. Whatever was in her was going to split her and yet she needed to get it out– her body demanded it.

A voice entered her ears as she succumbed to the pressure, one that crawled from the cracked wooden floor of the home, deep, ancient, and familiar; her dream like lover.

"Don't push yet, my love. Breathe. Resist. Revel in the pleasure."

"I can't, it's too much-"

"You will." The voice boomed in her head.

A phantom touch slithered up her thighs, across taut belly, to her firm breasts and her darkned nipples and tightened its grip on them. Her mouth was drawn open by a natural force just as old as labor. Another touch went up to her clit, swiftly moving upon on it like a wind on grass.

"Resist. Go to the basement. Now, my love. "

The instinct to push raged within her, but she followed the voices order. Kira couldn't control the movements of her body; it didn't feel like hers anymore. A plodding shuffle was all that Kira could manage. Small bursts of fluid splattered onto the floor boards with each step. The head ground against her pelvis impatiently. It was so big she thought her hips might break and her canal would ripped asunder. But the pain never lasted, a waves of pleasure drowned it as soon as it rose. But then...the pleasure never lasted either; her belly shivered and seized with contractions when the wave ended.

The maddening cycle, getting worse with each turn of it, forced tears and choked gasps from her throat.

Kira moved until she stood infront of the door, legs trembling violently as the urge to bear down on the massive thing inside her began to overwhelm her. Her eyes drew wide as her legs dipped deep into a squat. It was coming–the head was stretching her canal insanely wide.

"Please! Let me push! let me push!" Kira cried out.

"Almost there my love, just turn the knob."

Tears stream from her eyes as the twin sensations collide again and her lovers voice moves her hand to the door knob. The door that used to be steadfastly locked, gently created open without resistance.

Kira descended the rickety wooden stairs, wide legged and leaking.

"It's coming dowwwwwn," Kira felt the massive head push against her throbbing pussy.

By the time she reached the steel gray, cement floor, the head was making her crotch bulge and her overdrawn stomach had sagged even lower all while being solidly pulled tight against her womb with the strength of a contraction. A giant ring of foreign letters was scratched into the surface before her but Kira couldn't care less about it purpose or meaning. She just needed to listen to her lover, then this could end. This nightmare can end.

"It's so b-big. Need–ughhh–out," Kira's legs gave out as soon as she stopped in the center of the circle.

The musk of her lover flooded her nostrils as her back fell against his chest. One impossibly large arm looped under her arms.

"P-please can I push now?! Please let me push, I need it out of me–"

His lips smothered her cries with a kiss, the taste of burnt charcoal assaulted her tongue in the same moment a massive pulse of pleasure went through her. Kira's hips jerked in sync with her taut bump coiling around her womb. Her lovers hand twisted one of her fully erect nipples and the other stroked her poked out clit. The crown between her legs grew wider, drawing the lips of her pussy so tight she'd thought she'd break. The build of pressure and resistance broke as her body came and forced immense child through. Her scream, stifled by her lovers lips and tongue, rumbled uselessly in her throat when the head burst out of her with a gush viscous fluid.

Kira's body thrashed, spasming in the hold of her lover as the huge body of the baby slid slowly out of her and onto the floor of the basement.

"That's it my love, give birth to my children."

Kira's didn't have a chance to process the inhuman wail of the thing that she just birthed, her body was overwhelmed, overheated and not finished.

Another head jammed it way into pelvis. Yet, she continued tremble with the insane orgasm as it swiftly cascaded through her canal.

Her lover– this beast of a man that made her so full of child – moved his mouth from hers and to her other full tit, licking at it until it leaked.

"Your body is so delicious like this.... I want to keep you like this," His voice rippled through her body.

Her voice rose in a pitched shriek. The second baby, as massive as the first, bore through her body at even pace. She wanted to push it out, she felt that she could easily. But the demand of her lover was wrapped strong against her will.

Her thoughts slowly numbed to the idea of even trying.

"Just let them come in their own way..."

Time became even more meaningless. Kira didn't know how long the second had been going through her or when the burning of the crown made itself known; all she could do was lose herself in the sensation of her lovers touch to keep some semblance of consciousness. Her body squeezed the child out of her without her effort, making another cascade of fluid hit the sigils on the floor.

Once again, the struggle wasn't finished.

A third pressed through her canal, briefly snapping her out of her stupor. It was so much larger than the others her eyes rolled back just at the way it forced her hips to part beyond possibility. The question she'd been asking since she'd felt the need teased at her lips but would remain unsaid. She already knew the answer. The man's ministrations on her clit and tits couldn't smother the pain of her hips being forced so wide the small sound of her joints popping echoing through her.

Kira wondered briefly what she did to deserve this torture. Every "why" she came up with was accompanied by agony. She wondered if her grandmother put a curse on her as her entire cervix burned. She thought maybe she should have taken the ramblings seriously as womb twist into a misshapen discolored lump on her body. Kira regretted not keeping in contact with her as a severe bolt of pain went through bulging lips as the head crowned. When her body came and her third child ejected from her ruined crotch, she wondered why couldn't her grandmother given the house to anyone else.

A third plop echoed in the space

Kira lay limp against the body of the man from the dream. She finally felt empty. Her vision was clouded and the bottom half of her body felt non-existent. All she could see was three huge, wriggling, inhuman masses on the ground before her.

"You've done so well for me my love," Her lover whispered into her ear.

"Kira! Are you here!? It's been months!" A familiar voice came from outside. She couldn't dredge up the memory of whose.

"Ye-" She almost croaked out before her lover intervened.

The man's hand ran over Kira's mouth as words began to slip from them. A long tail wrapped across her still swollen abdomen. The other hand massaged her blood and fluid soaked crotch.

"Did you...enjoy this," His whisper reverberated throughout her body. "Do you want more..."

The touch of the thing that resided in this house eased her nerves, smothered her pain into a quiet throb, strangled her panic into serenity.

"Yes."

The things she'd birthed crawled up her body to her leaking breasts and begun to feed. The voice from outside started to call her name again but was quickly silenced.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you safe, my love..."

Kira's eyes fluttered shut. Once again asleep.

[birthedstars]

Submission idea for you: A lesbian couple are both overdue, one with twins and the other with triplets and they are cam girls who do an erotic birth live stream. Also have some birth denial, kissing and very long labour for Both.

"We're Live!!!"

"C'mon guys, make her pop!" Lena said as she rubbed her fluid slick pussy with one hand and stroked her Wife's tight baby bump with the other. 

Her wife, Tiana, was reclined all the way back into her gaming chair. Her entire body was shaking as the bluetooth vibrator rattled. Her large, egg shaped, stomach was constantly seizing as she flowed in and out of orgasm and pain. One hand gripped the top of the chair over her head and the other grasped her stiff, baby filled stomach. 

"Oh god, it's coming! I'm gonna-Fuck!" Tiana's fingernails dug into her belly and her back arched. Her head rolled back as she felt the vibrator stimulate her harder and faster. A sharp pain suddenly coursed through her cervix and the base of her belly. 

"YES YES YES YES, FUCK YES! MY WATERS! I'M CUMMING!" 

A gush of fluid shot from her pussy, soaking her panties through. Tiana moaned enormously and her entire body kept shaking with the aftershock.

Had the chat been live, there would have been a chorus of hoots and hollers.

"You did such a good job, guys," Lena said to the chat while she pulled the vibrator out of her wife's pussy while planting a kiss on her beat red cheek. "And you're doing so well too, my love…"

"We should, ooh, compare bumps now that both of our bags have popped," Tiana murmured as she came down from her orgasm, her body finally settling from the shocks. 

The pair got up in front of the camera. The chat immediately went wild seeing the side profiles of their laboring bellies. They'd been laboring nearly 30 hours and the stream was reaching the three hour point. The Audience could see just how much lower their fecund mounds have gotten. 

Lena and Tiana were physically opposites aside from both of their bellies hanging lower than before.

Tiana was shorter, around 5'1" or 5'2" with equally short and curly hair,  had an exceptionally round belly like she was holding an overgrown ostrich egg in her stomach, and she was slim from tits to thighs. Her belly was riddled with red stretch marks on her tan skin. The linea nigra was dark and defined through the middle of her fertile stomach. A lot of fans loved how big and tight her belly looked on her petite frame.

Lena was on the taller side, standing a whole foot above Tiana and a long ponytail to match her height. Her stomach pointed outward in the shape of a blimp and her belly button poked out like a pimple. However, at this stage of labor her belly was angled downward to the ground and lopsided. Even before labor, people thought her belly would fall off of her with each plodding step. Her dark brown skin was completely smooth without a stretch mark or linea in sight. Lena was muscular pre-pregnancy, and she hadn't lost that, but now there was a layer of soft fat over it. 

Both of them loved their pregnant bodies and their fans loved them just as much. 

"Just a reminder for anyone joining us right now, both of us are overdue and one of us is carrying twins and the other triplets!" Lena stroked her bump from the top to the very bottom. "Neither of us knows which though, but looking at how much Tia gushed I think it might be her with the triplets." 

Tiana laughed. "If you guys saw the vlog of Lena's belly movements the other day you know she's more likely to have a 3rd in her belly."

Suddenly, Lena felt her low bump seize. Both of her hands shot to her unevenly shaped stomach. She could feel the first baby start to drop into her pelvis fully.

"Oh my God, the first baby already feels low," Lena moaned while rocking her hips. "I think we should take it slow for a bit. What do you think, babe?" 

"Yeah. I think my first is getting low too, let's just chill for a second," Tiana said as she moved to the bed. 

Lena adjusted the camera to give the best view of the two of them on the bed. Lena waddled back over to the bed and laid right next to Tiana.

The pair immediately kissed when they laid on their sides. Their lips and tongues passionately interlinked for the audience to see. Out of the corner of her eye, Tiana saw the chat filled with comments.  

Tiana felt her tight belly somehow tighten further. The pain and pressure of the baby's head drilling into her cervix quickly turn into feelings of pleasure. 

Lena whispered underneath Tiana's moan. "These contractions hurt more than I thought they would, but…" 

"It feels so good doesn't it? So good that you want to savor it," Tiana whispered back, bringing her free hand to cup the side of Lena's face and pull her into another kiss. 

"I didn't think I'd be able to do this with you and stay horny, " Lena laughed. "It's a dream come true."

The pair had swapped their eggs surgically and implanted before getting pregnant through IVF. It was originally planned for them to both have twins but the hospital made a mistake regarding the transfer and added a third egg to one of them.

 The lovers just rolled with it and turned into spectacle. Bets on who was carrying the triplets were still coming in as their first babies came through.  

For nearly an hour, the pair remained intertwined as they continued kissing each other on the bed, occasionally putting their lips to one of the other's tits and massaging the sensitive surface with their tongues. The viewers could see the sides of their bellies contract in unison. Each passing one got stronger and made the ladies moan into each other's mouths or tits. Their hands wouldn't leave the others bump for this time. They knew they were getting close. 

Lena's mouth opened wide suddenly in the midst of their kissing. Her cervix suddenly started to stretch open during a contraction. The intense desire to push washed over her instantly. 

"Ohhhhh fuck, baby number one is coming now, guys," Lena said. 

Lena could feel her canal spread open as the baby traveled downward. Tiana suddenly jerked underneath Lena's hands. 

"My god, it just coming through my cervix feels good," Tiana's fingers pressed into the underside of her drum tight bump. 

The pair rotated off their sides and to their backs. Lena's torpedo belly lurched further downward as she bore down on her baby. The audience could see Tiana's tight globe contract around her womb. The couple pushed and moaned constantly for 15 minutes. The babies were moving fast. But Lena's was faster. 

Her vagina slowly started to pull outward with the baby's head. 

"Tiana, put your hand on my pussy," Lena said between labored breaths, "I want to give birth with you. At the same time." 

Tiana understood immediately and put her hand over her crowning baby. "I'd want nothing more." 

"I love you so fucking much," Lena cried has Tiana held her hand steady on her bulging labia and rubbed her pulsing clit. 

Lena's body lurched as progress forcefully halted. Tiana's touch and the sustained crown made her edge closer to orgasm. Her back arched her huge, pointed belly into the air. Her voice echoed sensually in a constant chorus. 

"Holy shit, I'm crowning nooooooow!" Tiana threw her head back as her slit finally started to bulge. Her fingers kept steady on Lena's swollen and crowning pussy until she reached the same point as her.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Lena screamed. 

Tiana removed her hand and the heads popped out simultaneously. Both ladies' thighs shook with orgasm as the babies continued to move their shoulders through their mother's lips. 

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH," they both howled in unison with their wide open pussies shown to thousands. 

Fluid gushed out of them as the babies slid into their palms. The chat went crazy at the sight. Two baby boys settled in the couple's arms. 

"Holy shit, we did it…" Lena stared down at her baby. 

Tiana was just as enamored at the sight of her own baby. "That felt so good, but holding just one of them here now is better," she said 

The pair rubbed the backs of their newborns until they started to cry. They had a medical kit ready for this and quickly tied and clipped the cords, then swaddled up their babies so they could go back to the show. 

Their second babies didn't wait long to start their descent. They could both feel their birth worn cervix's begin to spread anew. 

"Let's get into different positions for the second ones," Tiana said. 

Lena nodded in agreement. 

Tiana got into a squat on the bed and Lena stood up to lean on the edge of it with her ass and pussy pointed towards the camera. The weight of her belly hanging down made her back arch a bit. 

Lena's second baby was bigger in her canal and took just a bit longer to get it to crown. Tiana's however, was quickly spreading her tight canal and forcing her small pussy open. Squatting made gravity force it further down.

"Hold my second in until you crown," Tiana cried out as her baby started to crown. Her tight belly trembled with effort. Her taut belly began to take on a shade of red as a thin veil of sweat started to cover it. To any onlooker it would look painful to carry on such a lithe body, but she felt even more euphoric as her body labored harder after first. 

Lena, just like Tiana did with her earlier, placed her palm on her throbbing, subtly bulging slit and began rubbing her soaked clit furiously. Lena moaned as her big stomach lurched downward. 

"Oh my god guys, it feels so fucking good!" She howled, her big 2nd baby slowly traveled down her canal. 

She bore down with the contractions, one after the other, to get her baby to full crown.  Tiana lent back on her hands to try and maintain her squatting position. Her stomach was tight in a constant vice from the crowning being restrained. Her mouth was wide as Lena's thumb massaged her sensitive clit. 

"Fuuuuuuuck, the burn feels so goood, guys!" Tiana moaned. Her hips and back arched upward toward the ceiling until she was completely on all fours. 

Lena soon felt her pussy begin to be pulled outward into the ring of fire. The big head pulled her labia apart into a wide ring. Moan and push. Moan and push. The cycle made her elongated stomach heave. 

"Ooooooh here it comes!" Lena bawled up the covers in her hands and her toes curled. She let go of her hold on Tiana's baby. 

Both of them, once again

Tiana's belly was completely deflated, a slight swell present on her abdomen that contracted slightly while she held her second baby. At the same time, Lena's still huge stomach contracted hard and a pressurized stream of fluid shot out of her vagina. 

"Well, well, well. Look who was right," Tiana said with a laugh as she put a hand on the top of Lena's seizing belly. 

"Birth feels so good that I'm glad I'm having the third," Lena said as she felt the third baby  to enter her canal.

Tiana took care of the two baby girls and set them next to their siblings. Then Tiana led Lena to the gaming chair she was in when she popped her waters and sat her down. She pressed the vibrator on Lena's laboring slit. Lena pulled both her legs up to her chest and held them there with her arms. 

"C'mon guys! Let's help her get this third one out," Tiana kissed Lena on the cheek and turned the vibrator on. 

The sheer amount of donations made the vibrator activate at the strongest level. Lena nearly spasmed out of the chair with the stimulation. 

"OH OH OH FUCK OHHHHHHHHHH!"  Lena's belly contracted hard. Her stomach was incredibly solid under Tiana's palm. The third baby shot through her canal fast and pushed her lips out. 

"You guys are making this feel so good!" Lena shouted. 

"And you're doing so well my love," Tiana kissed her again and then on her pointed belly button. 

The crown grew wider as the vibrator kept stimulating her pussy. Tiana moved the overactive vibrator to Lena's engorged and veiny tits once the bulge was too big. Contraction after contraction, orgasm after orgasm barreled through her like a train. 

"The Baby is coming!" Lena shouted. Her pussy lips strained around the head, fluid spurted from the edges.

Tiana dropped the vibrator and moved to position to catch the baby. 

"AUUUUUUUGHHHHH!" Lena howled and bucked her hips. The baby's head shot out of her along with the shoulders. Tiana quickly caught the baby, a girl, and brought it up to her wife's throbbing breasts. 

The chat was filled with support and praise for Lena's feat of carrying and birthing triplets. The donations increased tenfold with the birth.

"I think we're going to do this again," Lena panted as she held her newborn daughter. 

"For sure, but maybe a little after these 5 grow up a little," Tiana said with a laugh. 

"And with that, we are ending the stream. We'll probably post the video of the after birth later," Lena patted her subtly contracting mound of a soft belly. 

"Yup! See ya in a few weeks guys!" Tiana said as she turned off the stream camera. 

[painfulcrown]

Favorite birth fetish blogs

Here is a list of my favorite birth fetish blogs. Of course there are plenty more but I chose those that are most relevant to me because they include rather birth than pregnancy and also plenty of videos. Wanted to make a top 50 but ended up with top 60 as I couldn’t decide well. You are welcome to complete list if you reblog. I could only link 50 though so I’ll make another post for the other 10. @birthingdeeper @crownqueen79 @longhardtransition @mrs-nobody09 @themaskedspeculum @pushingem @preggobirthhot @onesmalllsecret @birthfetish @bfetphilia @dailydoseofbirth @stuckbabies @birthguy @birthingcouple @sultryceleste @birthlover101 @idreamofdoula @lovehelpmepush @givingbirth @pushhard1976 (including fiction) @pushing-gasms @aprilmonkey3 @onebigpush @radstudentduck @mysteriouslystripedlion (including fiction and other kinks) @motherly-birthing-screams @crowninggoddessfantasy (including fiction) @pushitout2012 @childbirthwoman @birthme44 (including other kinks) @sadisticobgyn @birthpusher1 (including other kinks) @claudimedspushingsite @pushing4u (including fiction) @homewaterbirthcontractions @rsawyer72 (including fiction and other kinks) @llynn77 (object birth ) @birth-dreams @lillysfet @crowningpush @crowningfordays @ilb2829 @helpmepush (including mpreg) @pregmoose (including fiction) @iloveu-push-itscrowning-thankyou @wannapush @birthnextdoor @loverofbirth @aquababe03 @musiclovefamilyforverandever12 (including fiction and other kinks)

[pushingem]

Thank you @painfulcrown !!!

Honored to be included with all these wonderful blogs ❤️

[hellfire435678]

Her sounds!

[hellfire435678]

[babycomingout]

From the TV show Deliver Me. Sucks that it’s hard to find free episodes of these older shows to watch.

[cozybirth]

[wannafillyou]

I wonder why she got knocked up…surely it’s not what was once a nice slim and tight body, now equipped with a perfectly round and heavy belly.

[angrypizzabanditbiscuit]

via instagram

[ambercrombie2882]

Absolutely LOVE listening to and watching labor!!!

[birth-dreams]

That is an INCREDIBLE gush at the moment of birth.

[abundantfecundity]

[getmefullo]

One night with him was worth getting kicked out of home. One night of him was worth growing too big for the swim team. One night of him was worth it to grow his son.