Hello everyone, you can call me J, 27+ Male, who loves to RP and write about births (and pregnancy)
I can RP as the carrier (preferably) or seeder and only through messaging. I'm not good with coming up with scenarios so we should discuss it beforehand. Feel free to ask me about certain kinks that are unlisted here.
Public Birth
Unassisted/Non Hospital Births
Surprise Births (Didn't know they were pregnant or in denial they were pregnant)
Births in odd or difficult locations
Births in Nature
One or Multiple Babies (quad limit)
Clothing/Semi Obstructed Birth
Casual Birth
Movements during birth
Birth Denial
Premature or Overdue Births
Large or Small Babies
Pushing in different positions
Fast Labor and Fast/slow Birth
Staying Stuck at Crowning
Unexpected water breaking (Gushy or Slow leak)
Multiple water breaks from multiple babies
Rapid Pregnacy/Birth
Vehicle Births such as airplane, train, bus, car, etc.
"Pressure," I pant, clutching your hand tightly for support as we slowly make our way down the stairs. "I... arghhh, I don't think I can do this. I-It's so low."
The plan was to get to the car. The plan was to get to the hospital. The plan was to have a midwife.
The plan was no longer happening.
When we reach the bottom step, I grunt and sink into a deep squat, thighs trembling to support the weight of my heaving belly. "I have to push," I tell you, staring up at you with wild, frightful eyes. "I–ohhh, god. It's cominggg!"
Instinctually, I rock my hips back and forth just slightly, working with gravity to help the baby as it grinds its way through my cervix and into my birth canal. My perineum and the outer lips of my cunt bulge outward as I push down against the vice grip in my belly, a primal howl ripping free my my throat as my pussy begins to burn.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I hear you exclaim, tossing the hospital bag to the floor as you rush to kneel down in front of me. "You've got to stop pushing, baby! You're going to tear!"
"Don't careeeee," I shriek thinly. "I can't stop it!" My cunt is stretched to the limit as the head surges to a full crown, the baby straining against the fabric of my underwear. "It's crowning-nnnng! Holy fuck, it's coming. It's coming outttt!"
It I let go of your hand in favor of grabbing hold of the railing of the staircase, throwing my head back with a howl as the head pops out in a gush of fluid. There's an unmistakable tent in the crotch of my leggings, the obscene width of the baby's head stretching the fabric thinly as it fights against it to be born. "Head is out," I gasp. "Gonna push again. Have to push."
My pussy is gaping around the baby's neck, inner walls spasming as the first shoulder begins to work itself free. Nothing is going to hold it back.
"Baby, don't–."
"PUSHINGGG." I wail and bear down for a final time. "It's almost out! Its coming, here it comes. The baby is outttt. The baby's in my pants!" And then it is. The baby's shoulders and body slide out effortlessly, falling into my ruined underwear.
Just gonna leave this here for my fellow clothed-birth enjoyers. Clip from a TV show called “Outrageous Births.” I’ve heard of the series but never seen this clip!
Have a rich / royal family be cursed by a witch, the woman cursed to never be able to bear a child… only for the woman to get pregnant anyway, so the family dismissed the witch’s warning.
Only for when the mother is in labor and giving birth, the baby inside her is stuck forever in fully crowning, unable to get out due to the witch’s curse.
Let's make this month a celebration of all things pregnancy-related! With that thought in mind:
What's your favorite impregnation scenario?
Feel free to tell me about anything you're into, including details about things like your preferred genders, sexualities, body types, genital configurations, plots, themes, settings, genres, tropes, fandoms, pairings, or anything else that has to do with you (or someone else) kicking off a pregnancy!
Probably due to the mundanity of life, my current favorite scenario involves being turned into a breeder.
Have a godly / magical entity (goddess, demons, succubus) pick me as their vessel, turning me into a woman, and let me deliver babies all the time. No more worrying about money, future, etc. Just do my job of making babies and indulge in the kinks.
Spandex shorts are actually extremely comfortable to give birth in, and if you’re pregnant you’re encouraged to wear them right up until the baby’s head comes out to support proper circulation.
What got you into writing? I've thought about writing before, but can never really seem to get into it.
I'm not really sure what exactly got me to start writing. I'd always kind of mussed around with just opening notepad and going at it, creating stories and snippets and the like. I guess if I had to narrow it down to one thing, is I wanted to write the stories I wanted to read. No one else has done exactly this thing in one of their stories, or had that thing happen, so why can't I?
If you're wanting to get into writing, I'd say take that bit with you, write the stories you want to read. No, go forth and be excellent my friend!
Same. This is how I got into writing - just creating the stories that I myself would want to read.
There’s a niche for everyone, a style for everyone. For anyone thinking of writing - no matter what you’re into or what you write, I’m sure someone on here will enjoy and appreciate it. Don’t be afraid to give it a go! :)
Well, I've been recovering well for a couple of months after that twin birth. Haven't had anymore clients (aside from the one I responded). Unfortunately the surrogate services has to be postponed for a bit...
Cause I got pregnant with Mel's baby again.
It was right on Valentine Day. We hired a babysitter and went on a date night and she had said she missed me being pregnant... and I said that I missed it too... but I don't want to be knocked up by anyone else... so that night, after the kids went to sleep, we had sex... the best, unprotected sex ever. She managed to handle herself and didn't make a bloody mess, sprouting her wings or anything.
That was 4 months ago, and now I'm 16 weeks pregnant with her baby. Due date's gonna be around November, but Mel had been thinking that she'll pop at around Thanksgiving / Black Friday.
So here's to my 7th pregnancy, popping my 8th baby, and adding another baby to our family.
I love casual birth so much, just nonchalantly laboring while talking with a friend or sitting in a lecture. Talking with a friend over lunch, sipping on a tea while pushing in between breaths. Waddling into a lecture hall and taking notes as my baby’s head comes out with a wet pop. Lifting my dress and delivering a baby while on a date with my partner at a fancy restaurant. The possibilities are endless
mmm touching myself daydreaming about this… i wanna be a pregnant princess laboring while sitting through my husband’s speech, panting under my breath, or a secretary birthing my boss’ baby as i take notes for him
having casual small talk conversation with the hospital receptionist while your partner tries not to crown in their pants instead of rushing to get a room
It started early in the morning. 2:47 to be exact.
I'm not sure if it was the first real conraction, but it was definitely a contraction that woke me up. I groaned and curled up around my heavy belly, which I found to be hard as a rock. It wasn't until a few hours later, around seven, I think, and at least a half a dozen contractions later that I managed to get out of bed. I took a shower first, which made them squirm a little before another contraction squeezed a whimper out of me.
The baby had dropped into my pelvis Monday last week, so I had been expecting this for over a week and a half. I was five days overdue. I knew I was in labor.
I just didn't know how much time I had.
I had read somewhere that early labor for first time mothers could last a while, as this was totally new for them. I figured that would be the case for me too. I was tall, but skinny, and pregnancy hadn't put much weight anywhere other than the baby. They were estimated to be just over nine pounds at my last checkup two weeks ago. "Macrosomia" was the term the doctors used to tell me they were overweight. I knew that without them telling me. Everyone told me I looked big for how far along I was, and the internet told me my bump should have been smaller. I figured those two things would have turned this into an all-day ordeal.
Obviously, I had been very, very wrong.
I now stood about two blocks from my apartment, gritting my teeth as my uterus contracted around my giant of a baby. Over nine pounds of baby, along with all the amnitoic fluid, was being pressed into my cervix with a strength I didn't know was possible. There was nothing I could do but pant furiously, hands on my knees as my pelvis throbbed with pressure. I looked up, blinking tears away, at the path ahead of me. People walked by me, ignoring the massively pregnant girl sweating bullets. No-one offered help; the most I got was concerned glances.
About an hour ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go down to a cafe I frequented during my pregnancy. I liked their hot chocolate, and I wanted some, thinking it might help me relax. I had waddled into the elevator, where another contraction hit, and started down the street towards the cafe. About twenty minutes and two pauses for contractions later, I was sitting in a stool, trying not to moan as the pressure made me squirm. I had no appetite for the hot chocolate anymore, and I was beginning to get worried. I thought I'd have a lot of time, but my contractions were getting closer and closer together.. Just while I was sitting there I had already gone through two within fifteen minutes. I had forgotten how close they had to be for it to be considered active labor, but they were much too close for comfort.
I only made it a few dozen feet before I ended up here, hands on my knees off to the side. I blew hard out of my nose, tilting my head back and slowly standing up straight. My lower back burned more than usual, and my crotch was throbbing with pressure. The realization that this had been a bad idea was starting to dawn on me now. Still, I kept my legs together, trying to hold off the inevitable until I got home.
I only took about a dozen slow steps before I was back with my hands on my knees, unable to stop from groaning as my womb felt like it was being filled with molten metal. My knees trembled, threatening to give under the weight of my womb, and I was beginning to worry they would. I swallowed, exhaling out my nose as the preasure only increased. The chance that I would get home without giving birth on the sidewalk was getting slimmer each second I stayed still. However, contractions rendered me near immobile, so I was at the whim of my body.
When it ended, I gasped, not even realizing I had been holding my breath. Slowly, I stood straight, pushing my aching hips forward to compensate for my skewed center of gravity. Letting out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and whine, I restarted my slow journey home.
I had taken maybe five agonizing steps before I was suddenly thrown off balance. Someone's shoulder hit mine, making me stumble towards the wall. My palm and my foot went out to stop me from crashing into the ground, opening my hips up. Apparently that was all it took.
The feeling of my waters breaking had been advertised to me as a little trickle, maybe a pop inside my body. This was a dam breaking, only stopped by the huge head I had grown inside me plugging my canal. I cried out as fluids erupted into my underwear, soaking my clothes and crashing onto the concrete below me. I looked down at myself, leaning my head over my swollen middle to look at the yellowish puddle on the concrete under me. I only had a few seconds before my womb tightened up again, pain radiating up my back. I put my free hand there as I tried to control my breathing. For some reason that was ths one and only thing I could think of in the mush that was my mind. I wasn't even aware I was pushing until the burn of my labia bulging into my pants made me gasp. My body wouldn't stop however, and I cried out as I bulged out into my pants, pussy full of my baby's head. I sputtered as the contraction faded, trying to reign in my breathing before the next contraction hit.
Steadying my stance so I didn't have to lean on the wall, I found that I could no longer close my legs. Or bring them any closer at all. The massive weight of the head lodged in my crotch saw to it that I would not close my legs until I had given birth. All I could do was whimper in despair.
When I looked up, the situation had somehow gotten worse. More people had made their way onto the sidewalk, forming a wall that trapped me where I was. Even worse, a few people had stopped to stare at me. Not help, simply stare awkwardly at the very pregnant person who had just popped all over the sidewalk. I pointed my face towards the sky and moaned.
Still holding onto the wall, I shuffled forward, trying my best to stay upright as I tried to wade into the river of people. I was stopped pretty quickly, not by someone bumping into me again or refusing to let me move, but by my own body squeezing down on my womb and the heavy child in my hips. I cried out, my legs almost giving out. My hands flew to my wobbly knees as I pushed.
Wait, no, I couldn't be pushing! I was in the middle of the sidewalk! In broad daylight!
However, this was no simple urge anymore. This was a demand, a unrefusable command to birth this overdue, overweight baby. Was I in a very public place with my clothes still on? Yes, but my body didn't care. I was going to give birth here, whether I wanted to or not.
My face burned with effort, my teeth gnashed together, and my fingers dug into my knees as the head inched out even further. It was still sliding out with my pants on; couldn't think of how it could be possibly doing that with how restrictive they were. However I didn't think much if anything other than the overwhelming need to birth. My mind went totally blank as I gave in.
I came out of the contractions with a shaky inhale, the baby's head now holding me painfully open. I wasn't sure whether what I felt was a full crown or not, but if it wasn't fully crowning now it was about to be. My head went up, looking at the small crowd around me. I whined pathetically, my head going back down to stare at my tight bump. The pressure between my hips was insane, and my legs were shaking like crazy. Slowly, with a loud, drawn own groan, I started to straighten up.
But by body was done waiting, had been done waiting. With a wail, I was caught mid-stand by a harsh contraction. I tried to go back to my odd half-squat with my hands on my knees, but I was taken completely off guard. My hands flew out in front of me as I stumbled to my knees, slamming my palms down on the rough concrete. My head pounded as I began to bear down again, the head sending a searing pain through my crotch. I screamed, my scraped hands balling into fists as it only continued to emerge. I was open wider than I should have been, the baby too much, too fast.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I slowly lowered my forehead to the concrete sidewalk. All I could hear was a faint ringing as the contraction refused to let up. I was a slave to it, hopelessly bound to obey the animalistic instinct. I could feel my baby sliding further and further down my canal, the head now threatening to pop out into my pants. Or was it? Was I just imagining that this torture was almost over to keep myself sane?
A moment later I learned that no, it really was that far down as I saw white for a second and more fluids soaked my pants. When my vision and mind returned, something wet and slightly squishy was crammed into my left thigh. The head. Putting my shoulder to the ground, I reached back, not to feel but to free.
I whined as I grabbed the waistline of my pants, pushed down my the swell of my womb. It was a little tough to get past my bump, but it seemed I had time as the body rotated in my hips. I groaned at the sensation of the big baby moving around, tugging desperately at my clothes. Inch by inch, I tugged them down just enough for the head to be bared. A sigh of relief escaped me as I felt the slimy head sag away from my thigh, still wedged between my legs.
It seemed I was given just enough time to free the head.
I made a choked, guttural sound as the baby lurched forward, dragging my already stretched flesh with it. I struggled to get my shoulder off the ground, slamming my palm back down as I shook. Slowly, excruciatingly, I began to push out the shoulders. It wasn't a simple pop and they were out, but a slow burn with the arms as well. I gritted my teeth as I kept on pushing, determined to get this child out of me. There was a slight relief when the shoulders were out completely and it was a lot easier to get the elbows out. The tears that had been building up started to run down my face, pain lancing up all the way up my spine to the back of my head. I turned my head up again, squeezing my eyes shut as the arms popped totally free. And with a gush, my baby finally slid from my abused crotch.
I collapsed immediately, my belly now light and deflated. I could feel it squirming against my butt, but I suddenly found that my energy was gone, sapped completely by birth. It was only a few seconds later that I managed to push myself back to my hands and knees. When I looked up, I went pale.
A crowd had formed on the sidewalk while I had been absorbed in the act of giving birth. I muttered out a hoarse "D-Don't look at mee..." as I rolled onto my side. Reaching down, I took the baby, now crying, up towards my chest. The cord starting from its belly button still trailed back to my burning slit. A daughter.
"Well, you sure couldn't wait, huh..?" I whispered to my newborn daughter.
When the EMTs arrived, they told me she weighed just over ten pounds.
As I am resting in the hospital for the next couple of days, I figured that I should ask for feedback for this blog. How are you enjoying my journey so far? Anything I should improve on?
Kindly DM me or reblog this post to add suggestions.
Some of the things that I had been thinking will improve my blog are posting more frequently and/or consistently, and adding images to my posts (probably belly update). Any other suggestions are welcome!
imagine being in your college dorm and overhearing something suspicious coming from the next room and at first writing it off as people fucking but eventually realizing that it's definitely somebody giving birth
The walls were paper-thin, I tried so hard to be quiet, to let the waves of pressure wash over me without making a sound. But the noises came automatically, right from the depths of my chest, vibrating loudly through my throat and into the pillow where my face was buried.
No one knew I was pregnant; not my family, my friends, or my classmates. The baby was supposed to wait until everyone had gone home for the holidays. But the contractions had been happening all day, starting the previous night and getting stronger and closer throughout my busy day of classes. I felt my waters break as I waddled slowly back to my dorm after lessons, the warm liquid running down the inside of my thighs beneath my baggy sweatpants. I’d hidden in my room ever since, praying I could wait until everyone went to sleep before delivering my child.
I’d paced and rocked and swayed inside the tiny room, every contraction hitting stronger and more forceful than the last. Without my waters I could feel the change - the obscene boulder sitting in the bowl of my pelvis, low and heavy and pushing down with each clamp of my muscles.
It was early evening and there was still lots of chatter and music and partying coming from outside my dorm room, so many people still around, still awake. But the pressure was overwhelming. I wanted to scream, to cry, to throw up. My skin was a furnace, but I daren’t take my clothes off, fearful someone might come in. Kneeling beside my narrow bed, my fingers gripped the sheets while my face grimaced and moaned into the pillow. The baby felt so low, so fucking low, like my body was being split open. I wanted to push. I needed to push. But I couldn’t. The second I gave in to that urge it would be game over.
My knees widened on the carpet, my sweatpants hanging off my hips below the low-hanging orb of my belly. The baby was right there. I could feel it. I wasn’t pushing! I wasn’t! But every second it felt closer to falling out my sweaty and exhausted body.
The music outside my dorm abruptly stopped, everyone had gone quiet. Was there an inspection? Had someone come to tell my peers to stop the party and go to bed? Oh god, it was too quiet.
The next contraction had my knees spreading wider on the ground, my face pushed deeper into the pillow as a low grunting sound escaped my mouth. I was pushing! I didn’t want to, I tried to stop, but I couldn’t. I was bearing down with an uncontrollable primal force. Shit. The baby was coming and it was coming now!
As I’ve alluded in my previous blogs, a couple months before I was due, the couple I’m surrogating suddenly suggested that we all went to the cabin by the lake that they owned for the birth of their twins and we agreed, as long as the expenses were covered by them. Mel had used her willpower to make sure that I’d go way overdue with the twins. So I ended up going to 42 weeks! The babies were so low and heavy that I’m pretty sure both of them are at least 10lbs so it’s gonna be a wild ride to push them out both naturally.
We called upon our babysitter to stay for the week at our place to take care of the kids, while we departed for the cabin and stayed there until the birth. The first couple of days were mostly just letting ourselves off and enjoying the last days of my pregnancy. It was great being pretty much pampered by Mel and the surrogate couples. The belly rubs and kisses were great; I felt like I was treated like a goddess for the first couple of days. My body was effectively theirs for the week, as I’ll follow whatever they want.
On the 3rd day, I started having mild contractions and right around lunch, they started getting intense. “Ugh… it hurts so good…. Nghh… OH!” I said as the contractions hit, followed by the water breaking, a torrent burst out of me to the wooden chair and the cabin’s floor.
“Oh! Finally, It’s go time!” The husband said, pausing the meal before cleaning up the mess and then helped with the preparations. He and Mel are doing the recording duty, after all. After the water broke, I continued laboring wearing my t-shirt that barely covered my huge belly and panties, while the couples prepared for me to deliver in the lake.
Soon enough, we went outside to the lake, with donning light colored swim bras and swim shorts that the couples had prepared for us. “You looked stunning! I can already imagine how the birth will turn out.” Mel said, with the surrogate couple nodding along. We took pictures together before I slowly descended into the cold and peaceful lake, submerging my lower body into the lake. The surrogate wife went into the lake before putting herself behind me. “That’s it. Jessie… you’re doing good.” She whispered to me, while I leaned back on her for support. Then the surrogate husband and Mel went right in, using his waterproof camera to get the underwater shots, while Mel recorded the above the surface shots.
I was laboring in the lake, trying a couple of birth positions before settling to the on all fours position, my neck and shoulders above the waters. The surrogate couple was behind me, supporting me as they kept rubbing my belly and felt each contraction hit. Soon enough... “I can feel it… they’re coming…” I groaned and started pushing. "That's it, Jessie... push!" The wife said. I can feel the head descended the canal and the baby was definitely huge! My canal was opened like never before, taking me almost 30 minutes just to get the head to land on the opening. “Hooo… hooo… finally... it’s right there…” I said. The husband poked the shorts and can confirm the presence of the baby’s head. “I can feel the head. Push on the next contraction.” He said. “You’re doing good, Jess!” Mel added.
I nodded and bear down, pushing hard and feeling the head starting to crown a bit, my shorts was starting to bulge out before the contraction’s gone and the head receded back in. “That’s okay. Just gotta push a lot…” The husband said. I looked back and saw Mel grinning with excitement, and I knew this was gonna take a long while. "I know... ugh it hurts so good... hooo... oughh here comes another one..." I said before pushing again, feeling the head crowned into the swimshorts once more, before I felt the hands rubbing my crotch and feeling the bump between my legs.
I kept pushing with each contraction, feeling the head slowly crown further and further. “Come on baby…” I said before pushing again, the head finally no longer receding. The shorts felt like it bulging nicely now, and the couples cupped the bulging head in between contractions. “God, that's so hot.” The wife said. “Hehe… I know… what a view right?” I said, smiling through the throbbing pain… before they pressed the head back in again. “Oh… it’s coming back in…” He said. I felt the head pressed back in and can only grit my teeth and breath through it. "Ugh... no don't come back in." I moaned as the head fully went back inside and I have to push them again.
After almost 2 hours of the dance of me pushing and the couple holding and pushing the head back in, the head finally reached fully crowning, my shorts were getting tighter. “Ohhh… so big…” I groaned as I gave another push, with the couple slowly holding the head so that the head would come out slowly. After a couple more pushes, I finally got the head fully out, making a huge bulge in my shorts.
“That’s it! The head’s out! I think…” The husband said. “Yeah… it’s definitely out.” The wife said as she probed the bulge. I reached down and felt the head and it was glorious to feel. I wish I could see it right there and then… but the footage will have to do.
I kept pushing but the shoulders weren't budging. “Should we take them off?” The husband asked. “No need. Jess can do it, right?” Mel asked me. “Yeah… I can... just need a bit of time…” I said, heaving and pushing once more, but the shoulder’s not budging. “I think I need to stand up.” I said, asking help to get me up. The wife stood next to me and walked me out of the waters, while Mel was in front of me, and the husband was behind me. Another contraction hits and I squat down to push, finally feeling a bit of movement… “Nghh… come on… almost there… Oohhh… just a couple more pushes…” I said, trying to assure myself.
We stepped off the lake before I pushed standing up, spreading my legs wide and grunting, the surrogate wife kneeling in front of me and I leaned on her for support. “Ngh… Come on!” I groaned and pushed with all my might and then felt the shoulders budging and then the baby came out bagging my swimshorts. “It’s out!” Mel said, watching the baby come out. The couple quickly pulled down my swim shorts and pulled the baby out. “It’s a girl!” The wife declared. I held the baby in my arms, while Mel did her job of cutting the cord. “There we go…” She said as she cut the cord around the opening and around the baby’s belly button.
“Here… the baby girl.” I said before passing the baby to the wife. “I got it… oh she’s heavy… feels like 11lbs, maybe more!” She said, slightly taken aback by the weight, so she passed the baby to her husband.
We quickly took off my swimsuit, dried myself and then put on my t-shirt and maternity panties and then walked back to the cabin. Only a couple steps in, I leaned on a nearby tree and felt the urge to push again. The second baby’s head began its descent down the canal, the head is as big as the first one. “Ohhh… the second one’s coming…” I said, leaning on the tree and pushing in front of Mel and the couple.
Soon, the head began to crown into my panties, shown by the garment slightly bulging. “That’s the head alright.” Mel said, her hands reaching out to the bulge. I nodded and waddled, supported by the wife n between contractions, stopping to push when the contraction hit.
By the time we reached the cabin, the head was almost fully crowning and the panties were pretty stretched. I was crabwalking due to how big the head was. We got into the cabin and then Mel proceeded to get me down on my back while the couples were in front of me. I spread my legs wide and pushed… but the couples cupped and held the baby in. “Can you be like this… for a couple more minutes?” She asked. I can’t help but nod, heaving and then feeling the head receding back in. “You're enjoying this too much." I said, laughing a bit. “I do! Never in my lifetime woul we be able to do something like this... You look so hot right now.” She says. “Well… if you want… you can… have me as a surrogate again in the future…” I said to the couple. “We’ll keep that in mind.” She said.
The next contraction, I pushed hard, getting the head back to crowning, the head tenting my panties. I kept on pushing until the head got back to fully crowning. “Not yet… I wanna keep it like this for a bit longer…” She said to me. I simply nodded and heaved through the contractions… before the couple finally allowed me to get the head out… “Hooo… Come on… NGHHH!!” I grunted hard and got the head out, the head fully covered by the panties. I reached down and felt the bulge and laughed at how huge the head is… “Just the shoulders left…” I said… “You’re doing good. Push now!” He said.
I grunted and pushed but the shoulders weren't budging. “Should I stand up again?” I asked, thinking the gravity would help. “No… I wanted to see you deliver like this....” The wife said to me, “Okay… come on…” I slowly nodded and when the next contraction hit, I pushed again, the shoulders moving slightly. “The shoulders’ budging…” I said. “Come on… one more…” I said, taking deep breaths and pushed again, the shoulders finally coming out, and then the baby slid out right into my panties, bagging them. The couple took off the panties and pulled the baby out. “It’s another girl! We have twin girls!” The wife said. I turned back around to see the newborn baby in the wife’s arms before Mel cut the cord.
They passed the baby to me so I can nurse them while Mel and the couple watched the babies. The babies were hungry, since I can feel them drinking a lot of my breast milk. We cleaned up the placenta and the mess before we finally looked back at the footage, and it was glorious. It took me more than 3 hours to deliver the first baby, and then 2 hours to deliver the second one. From labor to finish, it took 8 hours!
The babies themselves are heavy, both measuring well above the 12lbs range. The couple finalized their payment and gave me additional bonuses before we left the cabin a couple days later, the couple bringing home their babies and me coming back home with Mel.
curse put upon you where anyone you look in the eyes winds up rapidly pregnant.
Anyone.
Women.
Men.
Anyone of age.
Doesn't matter if they didn't have a uterus.
Doesn't matter if they were infertile.
They start to swell up 5-10 minutes after looking you in the eyes, and they're giving birth within the hour.
You can't control it.
it happens every single time you look someone-anyone- in the eyes.
You'd have to wear sunglasses when you didn't want everyone around you to birth a child that day.
But if you ever had an enemy....someone you didn't like at work, someone bothering you, someone trying to spread rumors about you, doesn't matter.
All you have to do is catch their eyes once.
