Sitting at a small table at the station, I scanned the room for anyone I knew. It had been a while since I’d graduated college, so most of the students around were fresh-faced and unfamiliar.
Michael, a friend of mine, had called me the day before about an artist friend of his who was looking for volunteers to help with an extended project. This friend was exhibiting at a gallery showing in a couple months, and desperately needed a model to help complete the project.
Half joking I asked if it was some kind of nude modeling or something, to which he dryly replied it most certainly was. I asked, ‘why me?’ and he told me this friend of his, David, was looking for a good fit for a very specific type of model. It seemed I was the only person Michael could think of at the time, and had offered to give me a call to see if I’d be willing to consider it.
I didn’t like the sounds of posing nude, although I’ve always been comfortable in my own skin. I mean, I don’t go around showing it off or anything, but I don’t have any hang-ups about my body either.
I agreed to meet with David and talk it over, if only to see what he had in mind. Maybe a pregnant pose with my legs crossed would be okay. Regular training had kept me in peak condition despite my pregnancy.
As I sat at the table, every person who walked through the door of that Café somewhat startled me, until finally it opened … and in strolled the most amazing handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life.
To say he was angelic would have been an insult. You could have placed his sparkling blue eyes and his enchanting smile on a rusty flagpole and still wanted to ask it on a date. I couldn’t think straight. All I knew in that instant was that I would definitely be taking my clothes off for this man.
Our eyes met, and his widened upon realizing I was the woman he was there to meet. He walked right over and asked, “Taylor?”
I stood so fast my chair tipped back, and I clumsily lunged to catch it before it could crash to the ground. His amused expression when I turned caused my face to flush. I smiled wanly, put my hand out and said, “David?”
We chatted about ourselves for a few minutes.
“So how does this work?” I finally asked.
“Well, as you already know you will need to be in the nude to model for my project. Does that bother you?” He began.
I tried to keep my eyes locked on his as I said, “It might. What’s the subject, besides the human body I mean?”
“The pregnancy and then the birth.” He said simply, letting the words hang there for me to try and desperately grab onto like a slippery bar of soap.
"The … Birth. You m-mean like … only that?” I stammered, and thinking he couldn’t very well be sitting around creating portraits of naked women giving birth all day.
"Well… yes… mainly that.” He said as if we were talking about the weather.
"So… it’s paintings you’re doing.. of women giving birth.” I asked and stared at him.
"Yes.” He answered.
“Of a birth.” I said.
“Of a woman giving birth.” He corrected me, immediately short circuiting my thoughts and my speech mechanisms at the same time.
"You mean … you p-paint, on …” I struggled to put the pieces together.
“On a birth. A real childbirth. I’ve painted a lot of pregnant women and now I need to paint a birth to complete my project.” He finished for me.
My eyelids and brows lifted high as my mind struggled to connect the dots. Not only did this little vixen want me out of my clothes, but he wanted me give birth in his studio without medical help when he did a painting of me. What the heavenly fuck?
As my mind reeled and my pulse quickened, I watched David reach into his shoulder bag hanging on the chair. Out popped a tablet which he immediately swiped to life, running his dainty fingers across the face in quick horizontal blurs.
“I heard from Michael you planned to do a natural home birth. I will pay you if you say yes to this.” He continued as he set the device in the center of the table between us and swiveled it around to face me. I gazed upon a magnificent painting, one of a lush garden scene featuring a cloud of deep blue morning glories bursting from a roughly woven basket hanging on a hook. It was definitely not the graphic display I had braced myself for.
"Wow David did you paint this?” I asked.
“I did. Do you like it?” He answered.
“It’s incredible,” I admitted, my eyes popping from one intricate detail to the next.
“Thanks Taylor.” He smiled with a genuinely expressive grin.
“So you don’t mind the fact that there’s a woman spreading her legs with her child crowning in the frame?” He asked and smiled at me.
I jerked my head a bit in surprise and looked at the image again. It was all flowers and leaves and completely innocent.
“Keep looking Taylor.” He said when he noticed my head shaking back and forth.
I put all my concentration in this painting and tried to look more closely at the fine detail he had used. I noticed a slight shadow running from one flower to the next. It seemed like a trick of the camera which had taken the image, but then it all came together … and I almost fell out of my seat!
"Holy shit David.” I whispered in the small Café. He smiled and sat back, allowing me room to fully grasp what I was seeing. Stretching in the middle of the frame was the barely discernible shape of a big head between two legs and above you could see a large belly. It was perfectly camouflaged within the rest of the image to all but completely disappear. I looked up.
David’s smile was wide as he looked into my eyes. Without a word I reached forward and swiped my finger across the screen again. This time a field of golden daffodils filled the screen, painted beneath a brilliant blue sky. This time I knew what to look for, and while it still took me a few seconds, I found the hidden woman and her child. This time she was standing on her knees and her child’s head was hanging between her legs. Blades of grass and elaborate flower petals were painted in fine detail along the taut skin.
"Oh my god. It’s amazing” I finally managed to get out.
"When is your due date? You look amazing with that big round belly.” He said to me with a hint of allure and mystery. I swallowed hard, trying not to seem shocked out of my skin by his words, but I most definitely was. Words escaped me.
“I’m sorry if I’m to straight forward.” He said with a casual smile, one so honest and compelling I will never forget it as long as I live.
"No problem… My due date is in two weeks from now.” I answered.
“From what I’ve heard, you will make a great model for my project.” He said, clasped one of my hands in both of his for a moment, his big soft hands swaddling my calloused hand like a cozy bed. He let the moment linger, gazing deeply into my eyes, and I was lost forever.
“My god… Ok I will do it.” I said finally, into his searing vortex of unfathomable beauty.
“Of course you most definitely will.” He answered.
When the labor started I called for him and told him I was in labor but had no idea how long it would take to be in more active labor.
We decided I would call him again when it became more intense.
After a couple of hours I felt something happened and the contractions came every ten minutes now. David and Michael came by and picked me up and drove me up to his house.
They picked me up gently in their arms and carried me off to a room next to the hallway. They placed me down onto a table. The room was big and full of material, paint and the walls was covered with mirrors and paintings. As they laid me down David surprised me by catching my lips in a kiss. The sensation that moved through me was indescribable. He pulled away only to start removing my cloths. I looked up at him, a little sheepish but full of desire. I groaned when I felt another contraction start.
Michael smiled at us and said good bye as he walked out of the house and drove away.
David looked at me when I sat on the table next to a birthing chair and I wondered how on earth I would become one of his stunning works of art. There was no way I was going to be coming to attention just from lying naked on a table giving birth.
I reclined back on the soft material and pulled my legs straight out, keeping my panties on. No need to show something I didn’t yet have after all.
“Oh Taylor. You look amazing.” He whispered, staring at my tits and big round belly, now available for his artistic craftsmanship.
"How are you doing?” He asked with a slight smile but also with genuine concern in his voice. He had obviously been through this before.
“Okay, I think.” My mouth said, my brain on the other hand wanted nothing to do with this conversation.
"You have a great body Taylor.” He said, purposefully running his eyes down to my chin, and then along every bare inch of skin between it and my knees.
“This will be fun, I promise!” He said when he grabbed my panties and ripped it apart, allowing the unobstructed view of my swollen pussy. I looked up into his eyes as they dragged back up my body and connected with mine again.
Sinking deep into his mesmerizing gaze instantly made me feel better, and all at once I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to paint me. Truth be told … I wanted him.
He moved his hand and placed it on my belly, delicately rubbing my bare skin beneath his touch. My god he was spectacular! Just the mere feel of his big fingers on my exposed body was enough to start blood flowing to all the right places.
I wanted him to pull him on top of me and keep him there until the sparks we created lit everything on fire. Feeling all of this sexual desire in an instant had me quickly forgetting why I was here for a few seconds until another contraction hit me.
I heard a squelch of a sound, and instantly felt some oil on my belly and pussy. He used all of his tantalizing fingers, worked the oil up and down my bare and hairless body, rubbing my belly and down my clit. He continued rubbing it in, making me groan under my breath at the incredible feeling of having him rub the oil all over my body.
“How does that feel Taylor ?” He asked me after a minute of intense rubbing and fondling of my pussy.
“Incredible.” I answered, feeling an orgasm was coming.
"Now I just get started before the baby is coming. You don’t mind do you?” He said.
“I don’t anymore,” I revealed honestly
“I’m glad, and I just want to tell you again how beautiful you are, if you don’t mind me saying so. I’m really excited to get started, are you?” He told me and spread my legs.
I tried to answer him but I cried at the incredible sensation of having him rubbing my clit.
“Great, then we just need to get you into position.” He said, slowing his slippery strokes into a gentle caress up and down my swollen lips. Sit on the table and get your hands behind your back and spread your legs.
I arched my back, clutched my belly when another more painful contraction started.
"Oh my god.” He whispered as he sat back on his stool.
Not even I believed that my body was perfect, but again I appreciated the sentiment.
"That’s nice of you to say,” I mumbled, unsure of how to really respond to compliments about the perfection of my pregnant body.
“Really Taylor.” He said, tracing his fingers up and back down on my belly, sending a lusty shiver through my nude body.
“I’ve done this quite a bit, and now I’m just worried your birth continues without a stop until I’m finished.” He said and moved his fingers back to my pussy.
"I’ll do my best, I guess.” It was all I could say before another contraction began.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. Just focus on your birth.” He said running his soft fingers up to my stiff nipples, squeezing them hard before turning toward his work station. With his attention directed away, I could only focus on my birth.
He moved quickly, organizing a number of brushes and paint caps while I breathed through another contraction. I could feel my attention moving softly from arousal back to focus on my birth.
"Taylor honey, I need to see that pussy of yours being stretched out beyond your imagination and then hold the baby in that position until I allow you to birth the head. Can you do that?”
He asked and turned to his painting and continued to paint a little and then switched brushes.
For quite a while I sat on the table in that position with my hands behind my back and moaned when the pain increased and the breaks between the contractions got shorter and shorter. A breath of air touched my bare skin, causing my nipples to harden and cooling my body. I rubbed my tight skin and squeezed my round aching tits. Milk leaked out from them soaking my big belly. David watched me big eyes and swallowed hard as he got back to his work.
I looked at him and saw his big bulge in his pants. Looked liked I wasn’t the only one sensing the sexual tension in this room. My pussy was completely soaked in my fluids and all I could think of was David.
"Oh Taylor you’re something special, this is working out magnificently.” He swooned as his stool scooted back a foot or two, allowing him to take in the evolving work.
You could see the contours of his cock in his pants. It looked so big. I stared at it and rubbing my big belly. He noticed it and smiled at me as he tried to hide his big bulge with his hands.
"Typically I would be wrapping things up at this point, but since I’m trying something new today, I have a final layer of detail to add. Do you think you’re up for it?” He looked at me with those lovable eyes and his captivating smile, and I really wanted to refuse, but I sighed and nodded softly, ready to see if I had the ability to go the extra mile for him.
oh to be kissed through contractions like that… the both of us enjoying what’s happening to my body, the baby you pumped in me getting out and causing me a lot of pain… but the kissing makes it better, and I’m still thinking about how you were just pumping in to me five minutes ago to get the baby out!! 🥵🥵
Imagine getting into the shower, your baby bump huge and restricted - you haven’t been able to see your legs or feet in months, but eventually it would be worth it.
You have to waddle everywhere, the bump is low and sitting right on your pelvis and you know that soon enough, you’d be squatting or on your back giving birth. However, today is the day and you don’t know yet.
Your belly feels tighter the longer you’re in the shower and your water abruptly breaks, fluids gushing down your legs. Your breathing intensifies and you begin the press into your large belly as if this would speed anything up.
“Ooooo - ooooo.” You mutter through gritted teeth, your knees bend and you’re pushing - should you be? You don’t know, but the pain in your abdomen is saying it’s time!
You slowly get on to all fours, knees on the tile, your legs are spread and you are exposed. You lay with your belly on the shower tile, ass up and you are pushing through each contraction.
“Get this thing out of me!” You scream to yourself as you push one hard push - you sigh in relief and the pain is finally gone.
Kate could feel it coming, the familiar pressure in her pelvis, the tightening of her overfilled womb, any moment now her water would break. Warm amniotic fluid would fish out of her like a geyser as her body tried once more to deliver her long overdue baby. It would happen just as it had nearly twice per week for just over three years. Once more, Kate would fight against her body and instincts. She would plug her pussy and grind on the arm of the couch, letting the pleasure and pain mix as she waited for her body to once again give her just a few more days of pregnancy.
It wasn't unheard of for women to have long pregnancies, sometimes even making them permanent, but they used drugs and medical procedures to do it. Kate was determined to set the record for the world's longest pregnancy, and she wanted to do it all natural.
The first year had been easy, her due date had come and gone, and her baby seemed content to let her carry it for a long time to come. Then, just as kate came to her thirteenth month, she had finally gone into labor. Her water had broken in her sleep, and her baby was crowning almost before she realized what was happening. She had used her bare hands to hold back the slick, crowning head desperately fighting her body as she pressed it inch by inch back into the embrace of her womb. By morning, her labor had ended.
Now, three years later, she had had a few close calls, but she had managed to keep her baby inside. She was so close to her goal of being pregnant for five years, but at the same time, she didn't want her pregnancy to end. Maybe she would try and make it to ten years. That way, she could be sure no one would ever beat her record. She rubbed the massive dome of her gravid belly and let out a sigh. Then again, what if she tried again, this time with twins or even triplets.
A huge shoutout and thank you to @darkdaisy1984 for letting me use her picture and giving her input on this story.
Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.
“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.
Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.
The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"
He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.
“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.
“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.
Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.
“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.
Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.
Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.
Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.
“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.
The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.
“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.
Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.
In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.
“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.
The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.
Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.
Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.
Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.
Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.
Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.
“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.
As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.
Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.
In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.
Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.
The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.
The crowd shouted in celebration.
Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.
“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.
Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.
But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.
I thought maybe a hands and knees birth would be satisfying for you but you knew getting me on my back would be much better for pictures and spreading. Of course you are right, the customer is never wrong!
Boy did things feel heavy once I was on my back for you! Even with the big head out, look how giant my belly still is? My lips were burning like crazy and I think everyone knew I was going to need some assistance with this one. I'd glad they could pull my heavy legs for me so you could get some good video of it. I felt stuffed like a turkey- look at that squirt of birthing fluid when she slides my sore labia down over your baby's face!
Here was your perfect shot. I could tell you were so proud when you asked everyone to stop and for me to smile for the camera while we all helped keep my legs open for your viewing pleasure. I thought the body was maybe stuck he felt so massive in me.
After all the good crowning and head shots you wanted, you said you were ready to watch me push hard. And boy was it hard, I could barely squeeze the head out, let alone the body.
The midwife even had to push down heavily on the big pregnant belly you gave me to try to help the baby out. I know I got really big but I was so surprised to feel and see just how huge the baby was as I struggled to deliver for you. The midwife had a little struggle too trying to help me.
I could see you growing impatient and the midwife was yanking at my birth hole so hard, all I could do was push even more for you. Thanks for pinning me down, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to perform just as you wished once he started coming out. But finally, I was able to birth him out for you.
I guess it makes sense I grew so large, all of me. That toddler I birthed for you was starving and of course you owned my engorged tits and all the milk therein. As he was feeding, you suggested we go for twins next time since I clearly had no issues supplying and feeding this first of many children for you.
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