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cis mpreg where when they go into labor and it takes twice or three times as long as regular pussy havers because the effacement of the uterine lining doesnt just pull back it opens up and stretches along the anus to ensure the baby is never in contact with non baby fecal matter and enables the loosening of the muscles there but that basically the further theyre into labor the more they shit themselves (much like regular cis fpreg)
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Birth of Heracles
An erotic retelling of Heracles’ birth! with everything you could wish for: greek mythology, birth denial and hot, difficult labor. hope you enjoy as much as i did :) this is an old commission I wrote for someone that I believe has now deactivated their account!
The savage movements of the child in her womb were eager to steal moans from Alcmene’s lips. The Princess of Mycenae had become a throbbing, whimpering mess in the sheets of the King’s bed.
Her son was huge. With every little movement, she could feel the weight of the baby pinning her down, making her lose balance. Of course, it must be like father, like son; there was something deep inside her that told her, since the moment she confirmed the new life growing inside her womb, that it was special.
She was the bearer of a beauty that made men weak in the knees and caused women to look twice, and of course that it would catch the eye of unexpected guests into her life.
Being impregnated by the god of gods himself was definitely one of them.
Her water broke the night before. The contractions came and went, remaining in a not very concise wave, varying in pain and intensity as if they were just casual cramps. At some point, the contractions had completely stopped, leaving Alcmene sagging in discomfort and mild agony.
She didn’t know what was worse at this point—to push that baby out or to keep it inside her, the massive weight of it resting on her pelvis.
She was sure it was a boy. It had to be. Vigorous and sturdy, just like his father, her son only proved to be the owner of enviable strength and energy, even in the womb.
***
If there was something Zeus could be proud of, it was every single one of his offspring. And all the tricks and feats he managed to pull just to get it his way. And now, contemplating the beautiful, delicate frame of Alcmene’s body being disrupted by his son, her gravid stomach was almost coarse in comparison with her delicate beauty; more than proud, he was horny.
As the pregnancy progressed, he would only find delight in seeing his unborn child grow. To the surprise of no one, his wife wasn’t as happy as him.
“You bastard! How dare you!?” or something along those lines was the only thing he received when Hera found out, but he was used to Hera’s rage.
And jealousy. It seemed that his desire for the fertile body of Alcmene grew in pair with Hera’s wrath.
Zeus watched as Alcmene rocked her hips in the air, her naked body glistening under the light of the candles in the room. The way her gravid stomach hung low under her as she swayed back and forth, how she moved with her hips in the air, how she lowered herself against the bed, arching her back and rocking her hips as her gravid stomach pressed against the mattress
He was responsible for making her labor progress as he wished. And Zeus wanted to start easy, to take in every bit and savor it slowly: let Alcmene get used to the feelings slowly.
Let her enjoy every single moment of childbirth as much as she could.
Her water broke after hours of leaking; the contractions were slow, steady, and so far from each other that you wouldn’t even consider them labor. The baby was so, so slowly descending in her pelvis that Alcmene would only realize it when her walk turned into a waddle; her calm breathing became sturdy, and her steady sighs became unashamed moans and whimpers.
Zeus was enjoying it. Just at the thought of seeing his child being born, storms would fill Zeus’ glistening eyes.
***
Alcemene pulled her legs down to the side of the bed, placing both hands beside her body before taking a deep breath and pushing through to pull herself up. A sigh escaped her lips when she finally managed to stand up, with a hand on the wall to stabilize her. She reached her arm to her lower back for support.
Waddling, she made her way to throw over herself a robe. These days, the only comfort she could find was in letting her sensitive body be bare. At the same moment, her husband made his way into the room.
Amphitryon looked her over. Her face was flushed, her hair disheveled, but her body still carried its own unique grace.
“Tomorrow there is going to be a meeting with all the generals to discuss… important things,” Amphitryon announced in the most casual tone, “and I need you there.”
This sentence caught Alcmene off guard; usually, she was not asked by her husband to attend meetings; war was not something she was fond of; and she found no interest in politics, but she nodded nonetheless. What her husband said, she did.
“I don’t think…” Her words were interrupted by a small cramp. “Ugh… I don’t think my presence can be any useful.”
“A beautiful woman’s presence is always good,” her husband replied, looking at her over his shoulder. “A good reminder of what we’re fighting for, mhm?”
“But…”
Ampythrion turned towards her, smiling lightly as he walked over to place a kiss on her temple. Well, if her presence would be useful, even if it just to boost morale.
“I insist.” Amphitryon slid his hand under the robe, pressing against the tender flesh of the gravid stomach. “You have been like this for days. He isn’t going to be born tomorrow. We both know this can take days.”
Indeed, it didn’t seem like it. Her pleas were interrupted when the man held his finger up in the air, shushing her before starting to make his way out of the room.
“We’ll be waiting for you.”
***
“I simply cannot believe that you would do this…” The scream echoed in Zeus’ ears’ “…again!”
The goddess crossed her arms against her chest, stomping her foot against the floor. She was furious and raging with Zeus and with that woman. How could Alcmene be so oblivious about her husband’s antics? Wasn’t it obvious to everyone?
Well, it is late now. What’s done, it’s done. Hera should have complained nine months ago, not now.
For Hera, it was in the way his eyes darkened, the way his lips parted, and the way his hand was clutching tightly to the armrest. Zeus was enjoying it, watching the woman enjoy the fruits of his labor nine months ago.
“Can’t you be happy?” He shrugged, “A king is being born today!” Zeus slammed his hand against the armrest. “Son of mine, strong and born to rule!”
“You’re enjoying it, don’t you?”
The burning fire in Hera’s eyes became quiet, her gaze wandering in the nothingness for a moment. She had a way better idea than to argue with an old man. Zeus couldn’t care less what her opinion was. But it would serve her right to remain quiet. If he was enjoying Alcemene’s labor with such joy, who was she to private him from such a simple pleasure?
Alcmene wasn’t going to give birth. She wasn’t going to give Zeus that one pleasure.
***
“Ilithyia” Hera’s voice rang in her ears, and the gravid goddess turned around to see the face of rage.
Hera was fuming, stomping towards her. Moving a hand behind her back and another under her stomach for support, Ilithyia stood up, waddling to meet Hera with a small smile. The goddess of childbirth, glowing and gravid as always, tended to be a pleasure to deal with for Hera. Only with exceptions, like right now. Hera approached the goddess, grabbing a hold of her shoulders, her fingers digging at the soft skin.
“Alcmene…” Hera began but was unable to finish her sentence.
“Yes! She’s looking forward to giving birth to a wonderful baby boy!” The pregnant woman cheered, rubbing her stomach excitedly.
“Listen,” Hera raised her eyebrows, emphasizing every one of her words, “Alcmene won’t give birth today.”
Ilithyia frowned in confusion, tilting her head slightly, she remained quiet. She knew better than to question Hera.
Hera released her grip on her shoulders, her mouth set in a thin line as she stepped back.
“This is an order, Ilithyia,” the woman said. “Sit down. Under no circumstances, Alcmene can give birth today.”
***
Alcmene squirmed, trying to dissimulate her constant shifting and changing positions on the uncomfortable chair with a small cough. Her back was on fire, and the pressure that slowly but surely was forming in her pelvis only grew more and more powerful, almost impossible to ignore now.
She tried all the positions that her body allowed her to contort into to look for a bit of comfort, but she always ended up the same: her legs spread and her head almost thrown back, her huge belly resting between her hips.
She spent a restless night, moving around and groaning and panting. Every time it seemed like things were going to progress, they stopped. No contractions, no need to push—just the uncomfortable weight of the baby’s head resting on her pelvis.
So against her pleas, her husband still dragged her along to the council meeting.
War, travel, plans and maps. The words of the men in front of her went in one ear and out the other, unable to focus on something that wasn’t the sensations cruising through her body. It was a buildup of everything—the unexpected contractions she was unable to predict, the sensitive skin of her taut stomach, the heaviness of her breasts. The way the baby was positioned so, so low that it was painful to do anything.
A drop of sweat traveled down her forehead, falling to stain her dress. She looked down to find that her breasts were leaking, leaving wet patches on her chest.
It was a travesty to find something to wear lately that didn’t rub her body in the wrong ways; everything seemed too tight, too harsh, too suffocating. Alcmene had resorted to being naked most of the time, but clearly, a council meeting wasn’t good scenery to be like that.
She threw on herself the first thing she found, the chiton specially confected for her. Some other time, it would have been a pleasure to have such genteel fabrics covering her body. But now she despised it.
The fabric was constantly rubbing against her way too sensitive nipples, she was starting to leak. If she had had one more minute to consider her dressing, this wouldn’t be happening.
A sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Alcmene hunched forward, one of her hands moving to bury itself under her belly and the other to grip the armrest of the chair.
In front of her, the group of men engrossed in their conversation ceased their conversation in unison, turning their attention to the woman behind them.
“Sorry,” Alcmene panted. “Please… continue. Do not mind me.”
Amphitryon cleared his throat, gathering the men’s attention back to him.
She parted her lips slightly, letting out a slow breath as her hand massaged her womb where she could reach, trying to soothe herself. The pressure between her legs was intensifying.
Until a few hours ago, she was able to try and distract herself from it. She tried to lose herself in thought, counting the cracks in the ceiling and the tiles on the floor, but now it was impossible to ignore. Her body was sending all the signals that she wanted this baby out, and her brain wasn’t able to brush them off now. She was in labor, and there was a baby coming.
Alcmene excused herself from the meeting, politely whispering to the woman sitting next to her that she needed a moment to collect herself. Every step to the door felt heavy, each movement was making her entire body ache. She swore she could feel the eyes of everyone burning on her back as she walked away, but when she looked over her shoulder, nobody was staring. Everyone else seemed to be deep in their own thoughts, engrossed in their work.
She stumbled into the hallway. Leaning against the cool stone wall of the hallway, Alcmene took deep breaths, trying to steady herself amidst the waves of pain. The sound of her own heartbeat echoed in her ears, and she closed her eyes, focusing on the rhythm of her breathing.
She realized how wide her legs were forced apart by the massive weight of the baby’s head resting low on her hips and how close it was. Her hands rested over her abdomen, gently massaging the muscles under her skin, trying to relax them and relieve some of the pressure, but she soon found herself panting when another contraction took over.
Alcmene forced herself to take a step, then another, and every moment that passed, it felt as if the baby’s head was forcing her lips apart wider.
As soon as she was out of sight, Alcmene’s face contorted into a grimace as she squatted down, her hands turning into fists as she gripped the fabric of her clothes to pull it up her knees and pushed.
Now, it was as if all the progress that she should’ve had in the past hours was coming all over her in one fast and furious wave. It was as if her baby was ready to come out, but her body wasn’t cooperating.
She slid her hand between her legs, tracing the bulging shape of her pussy lips, and a low groan vibrated in her throat. Her shoulders tensed and her knuckles turned white as she gathered all the strength she could think of at the moment, forcing her chin to her chest as she pushed.
Her nails dug into her thighs as she let out a strangled cry. Her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trembled from the effort, but it seemed like she was going nowhere.
“Ughnn!” Alcmene pressed the palm of her hand against the crowning head, and she felt it move slowly for a bit before it slid back inside. “Ah! Ugh…!”
***
“Stand up!”
"Do not you dare!“
On one side: Hera’s voice, on the other: Zeus’ screams.
The screaming contest was driving Ilithyia crazy. The goddess of childbirth moved her hand to rub her fertile womb, feeling the life inside of her squirming. Hera was very clear with her order: to prevent Alcmene from giving birth today. But it also meant to face the rage of Zeus for ruining his little party.
Cross-legged, Ilithyia cleared her throat, shifting her hips to accommodate and find a more comfortable position with the imminent life that was coming down her birth canal.
"Ilithyia!” Zeus barked, “Stand up now, you don’t want to face the consequences later!”
The goddess gulped, feeling the familiar pressure that accompanied the impending push start to grow and spread through her body. She looked between Zeus and Hera, her face scrunched up in irresolution.
***
Alcmene felt her whole upper body tense up as she breathed in, closing her eyes and focusing on pushing. She pushed with all her might. Panting, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she couldn’t help but cry out when the weight of the baby moved down her birth canal.
Her knees buckled beneath her, and Alcmene fell to the ground. Her body was trembling with every contraction, hands clutching tightly to the material of her clothes as a loud moan escaped her lips when she finally felt the head, this time moving forward down her entrance with a push.
A bit, just a little inch, but it was enough to make Alcmene let out a loud breath, sighing in relief that this time her efforts were actually doing something. She inhaled again, her hands clenching as she closed her eyes and pushed again, biting her lips to contain a scream.
“Mhgn!" Her face became red, and sweat was now covering her whole body. "Gods…!”
With a loud groan, her hands pressed against the cold floor as her body tensed in another push, the contractions now piling on top of each other as her body was washed over by an overwhelming urge to push that baby out.
The pain, the pressure. Alcmene gritted her teeth, her eyebrows furrowing as she focused on pushing with all her might with the next contraction that ripped through her stomach.
“Aughn!” Alcmene cried out, her head falling backward as her eyes flew open.
The baby’s head pushed on and stretched her entrance, Alcmene’s legs trembling and treating to close, trying to escape from the pain, from the burning feeling of the head stretching her open.
She remained there, puffing as her chest rose and fell wildly. It was that she wanted to feel the painful stretch of the head coming to its biggest point, but she was afraid to tear if the head came out too fast.
She moved one of her hands over her stomach to grace her fingertips over the shape of the baby’s head. Someone was coming from the other side of the hallway, their footsteps echoing in the air, but everything Alcmene could focus on was the baby crowning between her legs. She had left all decorum and modesty behind a long time ago.
Taking a deep breath in, pulling her chin to her chest and closing her eyes, she pushed. Her hips moved upwards in the air, her forehead resting against the cold floor and her legs trembled as the head slowly made its way out.
With a grunt, her hips jerked upwards again, and she screamed into her clenched fists.
A gush of amniotic liquid rushed out of her, the wet fabric of her gown sticking to her thighs and to her sweaty body. All of her ached, from her sensitive, leaking breasts to the taut skin of her contracting stomach; the worst of it was her crowning pussy.
Alcmene pushed, every muscle in her body tensing with the effort, and with a gush, the massive head of the baby popped out of her. She gasped, and then she felt the feeling of a warm hand pressing against her lower back.
She tilted her head over her shoulder to find a man kneeling behind her, catching the baby’s head.
Alcmene closed her eyes again, resting her forehead against the floor as she panted heavily. Her lips turned into a thin line to keep the moans contained. Taking a deep breath, she focused on pushing as soon as the next contraction took over. Slowly, the shoulders started to make their way out of her.
“Nhgn!" Alcmene whimpered, her back arching in an attempt to escape the pain. "Ohhhhhhhh!”
She cried, gripping onto the floor desperately as she gritted her teeth, her body tensing as she pushed again. After what seemed to be an eternity of pushing and squirming, the shoulders were out, and the rest of the baby’s body came out.
Alcmene gasped for air, her eyes screwed up as sweat trickled down her temples.
Breathing hard and fast, she remained there, trying to catch her breath.
Next one? Alcmene opened her eyes, looking around to see what he was talking about, but she was interrupted when another cramp hit her. She grunted, and her eyes opened wide when she felt something coming down her birth canal.
As she felt the mass descend rapidly, Alcmene panted when a contraction hit her again. Soon, she felt that familiar feeling taking over her again: she needed to push.
Again.
The head of another baby was descending slowly through her birth canal. Faster than the last one, her body seemed to do what she knew, and pushing with every contraction, the head descended faster, crowning in a matter of just a few pushes.
This one was smaller than its brother.
“Ughn!" Alcmene groaned loudly when the head stretched her open again, and with a small grunt, she pushed it out. "Ah!”
The rest of the body came out easily, and soon Alcemene found herself holding two small babies against her chest, the two boys sucking frantically at her breasts.
“Alcides…and Iphicles,” she whispered to the children. The names sounded strangely beautiful rolling off her tongue.
birth that makes you feel like a vulnerable, frightened animal just trying desperately to endure the agony. the contractions hit and all you want is to hide away and be alone right now in your most helpless state. your body feels like it's tearing itself apart and all you need to do is find somewhere quiet and safe and then push. You need to fucking push so badly.
disappearing like the roanoke colonists but carving "I NEED A FAT BITCH" into a tree instead of "CROATOAN"
the old friends senior dog sanctuary fan tumblr did this
i desire to be a fat fucking seal
Fat emmrich anon back, idk why, but I think he'd be pretty into baking his own treats to go with whatever tea he's having. It just sorta compounds with post game pampering and treats from his s/o. So picture a emmrich with a tray of something like little cookies, apron, and cheeks warm from the kitchen heat.
Now I'm thinking... That Hazelnut Torte will definitely keep Emmrich happy and fat (:
soft squish - self-tie from november 2022
daughter (non-practicing)
sister (deadbeat)
Prompt: "are you pushing?!?"
"Are you pushing?!?"
I growled under my breath as I released, my concentration pulled from my current predicament as my partner stood in the doorway to the bedroom. Their tie was barely hanging around their neck, pulled loose as they'd walked into the house, no doubt expecting to see me downstairs somewhere, belly rounded and back arched as I greeted them.
Instead, here I was, crouched by the bed, my hands pressed into the mattress to keep me upright as I puffed air through my lips, dark eyes peeking at them from under the hair that stuck to my forehead and hung in my eyes.
"No, I'm just practicing," I snark, legs trembling as another contraction rolled through, dragging my attention back inward as I pushed with it, feeling the head shove down, pressing against my pussy. It was just beginning to burn, the head starting to bulge, pushing my labia away from my body.
Heron stared for a couple more moments as I bore down again, my thighs quivering, none-to-subtly shifting to hide their hard-on. I didn't care too much about that at the moment, more concerned with the baby currently pushing through my hips.
"Have you called Rhea?" I glared up at him, shifting my stance a little, as if to bring attention to my exact predicament, the head starting to peek from my labia, lowlight shining off the amniotic-slick hair.
"No, I haven't. This one was eager." So was my body, desperate to eject the baby from my hips as I panted.
"How long have you been in labor?" I wearily glance at the digital clock on their bedside, then back at them, letting out a shuddering sigh as my womb pulled tight again. I bore down with the pain, fists clenching in the blankets as my body dipped a little, the head pushing my pussy apart further. I let out a sharp cry as the head stretches me more, panting as I try to keep from pushing too fast and tearing.
"Hour or less, I don't remember exactly," I pant out. "Now get over here and ca-ah-tch!"
the sleepiest wizard
bonus:
thinking about a birthing person, who had been so quiet and reserved up until that point, making it through transition and then just going absolutely feral like surging down to be on their hands and knees, head thrown back, face red and sweaty with exertion, body and belly tight and twitching as they try to shove the head out, releasing a primal, splitting scream that drowns out the advice of their supporter as the baby barrels down through their pelvis, pressure and the overwhelming urge to push turning their rational mind animalistic with the need to get it out
If I'm the only one who will provide myself food, then by god, I might as well try to make it good food!
the way you render his belly there is😵💫
heheheheh >:) thank youuuu
actually I have a good quick n dirty method if anyone is curious:
step one: base color
step two: use any random-ass textured brush to slap a blush on there in a darker, redder color. fudge it around till it looks balanced n texture-y.
step three: use your lineart brush or a... less textured brush to carve out a "highlight" of your base color out of the blush. like so
step four: add some extra skin texture (linea nigra, stretch marks, etc) with hatching
anyway thats what I do! if I ever render something please know that 80% of it was slapping random brushes on there to see what happens. i have a very efficient workflow as you can see
two oldies from chest practice
happy mother’s day?
doing these out of order but day 1 of @solarhill ‘s mayternity— first trimester
her name is summer and she’s a bored gas station employee who gets stoned and kills the time by messing around with coworkers and customers when they don’t have money for gas… or simply because she finds them hot. anyways she probably tells her boss the baby (babies) is his so she gets unlimited pto during the pregnancy lol
also i think tumblr may have reduced the visibility of my blog or something in the time i was taking a break. boooo
