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12. Guy who still lives with parents (18 + obvi but no older mid 20) had been secretly fucking the family pet (dog/cat/similar animal) because its easy, she doesn’t mind (or likes it) and nothing bad can happen— or at least, thats what he thinks, until he manages to knock her up. Her belly quickly becomes so hugely swollen with LOTS of (LARGE) babies that it touches the floor when she stands and drags when she walks.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, just a quick fuck, working out his frustrations and nothing more. Consequences hadn’t been considered then, he hadn’t really thought it would matter. It shouldn’t matter! It doesn’t make much sense, but the truth can’t be denied. He knew she didn’t run around with anyone else. He needs to face the facts.

Jesus, his parents are going to freak!

Her belly, swollen and heaving with each breath, is the proof of his mistakes.

He rests his head against the taunt mound, feeling the kicks of life so obviously there. There’s no doubt about it: she’s knocked up and he’s the father.

Garrett knows he sounds like any other guy when he says he hadn’t meant for it to happen, but he really hadn’t. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

She adjusted to pregnancy well, maybe a little too well, but he had no idea what he plans to do now.

bigpushes

combination of two different prompts that i lost the asks for: ["I'm feeling a lot of pressure" and/or "I feel like it's about to fall out of me" featuring clit stim?] anon and ["I feel pressure!” + “My water broke!”] anon, this is for you guys 🖤

“Another?”

“Mmhmmmmph,” I groan, bracing myself on the rim of the tub as I bear down against the heavy mass shoving through the stretched tissue of my cervix. “God, it feels like it's right there.”

I recline on the bathroom floor, one hand wrapped around my knee to pull it up towards my chest as I lean against the cool porcelain of the tub. Riding out the tail end of a contraction, I curl over my taut, overdue belly, and grit my teeth as I strain, working to move the massive head into my birth canal. “fffffuck, there's so much pressureeee.”

“You're doing so good, baby,” you assure me, leaning in to press a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “You're making so much progress.”

I simply moan, rolling my head to the side as I take several deep breaths. After nearly an hour of pushing, I'm halfway inclined to assume that the baby is simply never coming out, and equally as terrified by the notion that it will. That it is. The next contraction steadily begins to build, turning my belly into a white hot vice grip as it cramps down around my spasming womb. “It's comingggg!” I shriek, feeling my cervix finally stretch around the head.

“It is!” you exclaim, reaching between my spread thighs to cup your hands around my bulging sex. “Keep pushing, baby. You're really opening up.”

“The pressure!”

You gently shush me, quietly commanding me to look at you as you brush the pad of your index finger over the hard nub of my throbbing clit. “I've got you,” you coo. “Keep focusing on me. There you go. Thaaaaat's it.”

I pant the end of the push away before immediately bearing down into another one, staring up at you with widened eyes as my hips instinctively roll forward to meet your touch. “Ohhhhh. Oh, God.”

“Better?”

“Much,” I gasp. “But there's still—hnnng, still s-so much pressure. Ooooh.”

"Use it, baby. Push for me. Let me worry about everything else.” You add a bit more pressure as you circle my clit, and my eyes flutter closed as I push down towards your touch, grinding my cunt against the palm of your hand. “You're getting so close.”

"Ohgodohgodoh—.” I cum with a choked off cry, and a significant portion of the pressure I'd been experiencing suddenly releases as my water breaks, fluid gushing out onto the floor between us. “Mmmm, there's the waters. It's coming! Holy fuck, its COMING.”

The lips of my slit begin to part, gaping open into a small ‘O’ as the head shoves its way down. My thighs shake and tremble violently as I push, throwing my head back with a shrill scream. “It's right thereeeee. Fuck, its gonna fall out of meee!”

“Breathe, baby,” you say sternly. “You need to slow down.”

I thrash my head from side to side in a steadfast, hard NO. “It BURNS.” My tissues are beginning to stretch, thin and red-hot to the touch. “Ohhh, get it out. Please get it out. The PRESSUREEEE.”

You press your fingertips into my clit, providing steady counter-pressure as the first glimpse of the baby's head begins to peak out from behind my slit. “I can see it,” you tell me, emotion shining in your voice. “You're doing such a good job, baby. Just keep using that pressure.”

My nails dig into the meat of my thigh as I pull it back, leaving crescent shaped marks embedded in the skin as I bear down hard. My other hand slips from the tub and flies down between my legs, guiding your fingers to a better spot on my clit as you hum approvingly. “Coming,” I mumble deliriously. “Coming. It's comin-oh, I'm gonna cum!”

And I do just that, pleasure washing over me from my head down to the tips of my toes. "Oh, God," I rasp, heaving to catch my breath. "It- ughhh- it's so low."

"I can see the top of the head." You beam as you press another kiss to my forehead, gently cradling my stretched out opening. "You're so close."

"But how close?" I ask, inhaling sharply as I gear up to push again.

You hesitate for a beat, eyeing the small, dime-sized patch of slimy wet hair visible between my parted lips and comparing it to the sheer mass of the head itself, bulging outwards from between my thighs. My outer labia are stretched from crease to crease, and my sex is swollen and inflamed. "Close," you finally say. "Ready to push again?"

I nod frantically as I bear down, a roar building up in my chest and throat. "Uuuuuurrrghhhhhh!" I push with every bit of my strength, skin burning bright red, and an unstoppable force (the pressure) meets a seemingly literal immovable object (the baby's head). "HHHHNNNNNGGGGGGG."

"Good! So good, baby."

"GET IT OUTTTT."

"It's coming out!"

"ffffFFFFUCKKKK!"

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imagineyourepregnant

Imagine you are an incredibly successful business person..

,…even though you always seem to be pregnant. Being so good means no one can make comments, but the truth is you have a dark secret - your lover is actually a sex driven tentacle monster that likes to pump you every morning and evening full of its eggs.

It turns you on to feel them growing and hardening throughout the day, until you feel so hard and full that when its time to go home you know your lover will be waiting to help you birth this clutch so he can pump you full of some more.

Today though, your boss has called you after your usual hours to talk to you, droning on and on about the next project and how successful you’ve been, unaware that you’ve begun to sweat and you can feel your eggs starting to drop. He asks you if it will be okay for you to stay and work on something to ensure you get the next promotion and you agree, gritting your teeth and smiling but worrying about your lover and your eggs as you walk carefully back to your cubicle.

Frantically you call him once you get there and he insists that it will be alright. He tells you to meet him in the bathroom where he eventually helps you start birthing the eggs, but then you both realize there’s no way for you to sneak them out - especially since everyone will wonder where the baby is if you come back smaller.

You start to panic, but then your lover suggests a crazy plan - that you go along with, because you have no choice. Reducing himself to his simplest form, your boyfriend gets you aroused and then slowly pushes into you - and then proceeds to squeeze himself right up into your womb among your eggs, making you moan as it stretches you out impossibly bigger.

But it works.

Struggling a bit you manage to pull your panties back on as well as your tights, now having to sit snug under the bulge of your belly, and waddle back to your station, glad its more or less just you in the office as you know you look significantly bigger than before - but at least the contractions have stopped, and when you drop down to sit in your chair, you drop a hand to your belly and can feel the the slight bulges of your lovers tentacles.

It seems to be alright for a while, your hand idly petting and rubbing the stretched skin as you get the work done, but its nearing late evening when you feel a pressure on your cervix. You think you might be going into labor again, the pressure similar to that of an egg slipping through - until you gasp, clutching at the handles of your chair, the familiar slow and slimy glide of your lovers tentacle starting to fuck you from the inside.

You slap a hand over your mouth to cover your moan as you slide lower in your seat, legs spreading as wide as they can go and chair groaning as you move your hips to the rhythm of your lover inside you, your other hand clutching your belly. It feels so good that you cum within minutes, feeling your lover doing the same, and groan as what can only be a second clutch of eggs are pushed into you, easily fertilized by the cum saturated walls of your womb.

Rubbing at your obscenely big belly, you realize you’re done for the day and start to pack up, making it as far as the car before your lover starts to push down, wanting to come out. In a sudden decision, you get in the back seat instead and lay on your back, reaching around to slide your fingers into your still wet hole and push him back in, letting him get a bit further each time until he gets the message and starts to fuck you again, this time alot more vigorously as though impatient and maybe a little angry.

It might be the best fuck you’ve ever had.

Holding tight to the headrests and pushing your feet against the other door, you cry out as he releases another batch into you, and you watch with pride and pleasure as your lovers tentacles and eggs become ever more visible through the stretch of your skin, knowing without a doubt that you’re definitely calling in sick tomorrow. ((Hope you enjoyed! xx Soup))

imagineyourepregnant

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3. Imagine giving birth to a live writhing squid/octopus.

Written by @pregnancyismykink :)

******

Haley lay in bed panting, her swollen stomach constantly taut and stretched full by the large squid baby inside of her.

She’d been a volunteer with the aquarium, and they needed to save this particular species of giant squid because it is extremely endangered. So here she is, fully 6 weeks pregnant with the enhanced squid. Squids usually give birth to large amounts of unviable eggs, but the doctors found a way to speed up the process and to allow Haley to carry a full sized squid instead.

digglesquiggle

Ended as it was getting good...

pushmomma

to put a woman into labor for your baby is just perfect ❤️

birthfanatic

crownher

The twilight air was thick with salt and heat when she felt him approach—silent footsteps in the sand, the same confident stride she’d fantasized about since their late-night messages. Her Tinder date. The one whose shirtless pics had made her thighs clench before they’d even matched. She stayed face-down on the oversized beach towel, bikini bottoms already tugged to one side, legs slightly parted in shameless invitation. She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to.

He knelt behind her without a word. Rough hands gripped her hips, thumbs spreading her open wider, and then the blunt, scorching head of his cock was there—thick, leaking, pressing insistently against her slick entrance. He didn’t ease in. He drove forward in one long, claiming thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out into the towel, the sudden fullness splitting her open in the best way, her walls fluttering helplessly around his girth as he started fucking her hard and deep.

Every stroke slapped wetly against her clit. His balls smacked her swollen folds. She pushed back greedily, moaning brokenly, chasing the brutal rhythm. Then—impossibly, instantly—heat exploded low in her belly. Her womb clenched violently around him as her abdomen surged outward beneath her, ballooning in violent, rippling waves. Skin stretched drum-tight over a sudden, enormous pregnant dome. Her breasts swelled against the towel, nipples darkening and leaking warm milk in thin streams. In heartbeats she was massively, undeniably nine months pregnant, belly so low and heavy it pinned her pelvis to the sand even as he kept pounding into her from behind.

She came screaming around his cock, the orgasm ripping through her changed body like wildfire. He groaned, hips stuttering, and flooded her with thick, hot spurts—then pulled out abruptly, leaving her gaping and dripping.

But he didn’t walk away.

He shifted to straddle her thighs, planting both hands on the taut, straining curve of her belly. Then he pushed—hard. Palms sinking deep into the firm, overfull flesh, compressing her uterus with deliberate, punishing pressure. She gasped, the air punched out of her lungs as the baby dropped lower instantly. Contractions slammed into her like breakers, one on top of the next. She sobbed, hips jerking, the crushing weight of his hands forcing everything downward.

He leaned over her back, hot mouth finding the side of her neck. His tongue dragged slow, wet stripes up the sensitive skin, tasting salt and sweat while his hands never stopped moving—rubbing firm, relentless circles over the massive swell of her belly, kneading the tight skin, pressing and stroking in hypnotic loops. Every circle sent fresh pressure bearing down. She writhed under him, panting, moaning, the constant motion of his palms turning the ache into something obscene and electric.

Hours melted away under the rising moon. The contractions grew savage, endless. Finally the burn settled between her thighs—low, fierce, undeniable. She reached back with shaking hands, spreading herself wide. Her pussy lips were already parted obscenely, stretched thin and red around the dark, glistening crown of the baby’s head.

He shifted again, sliding one hand down from her belly to cup her mound. His fingers found her clit—swollen, throbbing, hypersensitive—and started rubbing fast, slick circles, matching the rhythm he’d kept on her belly all this time. His other hand stayed pressed to the upper curve of her stomach, still rubbing slow, possessive loops while his tongue continued laving her neck in hot, open-mouthed strokes.

“Push,” he growled against her skin, voice rough with hunger.

She bore down with a raw, guttural scream. The head surged forward—crowning fully now, a thick, unyielding bulge stretching her entrance into a wide, quivering ring of fire. His fingers never slowed on her clit, rubbing faster, harder, slick with her arousal and the slick fluids of birth. The pleasure-pain collision made her shake violently, hips bucking as another contraction forced the head out another inch—half-born, glistening, stretching her to the absolute limit while he licked slow stripes up her throat and kept circling her belly and clit without pause.

She was crowning hard, helpless, split open and coming apart under his hands and mouth, the baby’s head bulging obscenely between her trembling thighs as the next push built inside her like a storm about to break.

The moon hung low and heavy over the empty beach, silver light spilling across her sweat-slicked skin as the contractions became merciless. She was beyond words now—only raw, guttural sounds tearing from her throat with every wave that crushed through her core. Her Tinder date stayed glued to her back, one arm banded around her ribs, the other hand never leaving the taut, straining dome of her belly. His palm rubbed slow, relentless circles over the stretched skin, pressing just hard enough to keep the baby locked low, forcing it downward with every rotation.

His tongue was still on her neck—hot, wet drags that turned into sharp bites when another contraction peaked. He growled low against her pulse point, “Push harder. Let me feel it stretch you.”

She obeyed without thought. Legs trembling, she bore down with everything she had.

The burn between her thighs became apocalyptic.

Her pussy lips were already pulled paper-thin around the massive crown, but now the head surged forward in one brutal, unrelenting inch after another. The ring of muscle stretched impossibly wider—thicker than her widest toy, thicker than anything she’d ever taken—until it felt like her entire pelvis was splitting apart. The baby’s skull pressed outward in a slow, obscene bulge, the scalp dark and matted with her fluids, stretching her entrance into a wide, quivering O that trembled violently with the effort. Every tiny millimeter forward felt like fire and tearing; the pressure was so intense her vision whited out at the edges, thighs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling into the sand.

She screamed—long, broken, animal—hips jerking forward and back as if her body couldn’t decide whether to flee or force the head out faster. The crowning held at its widest point now, the thickest part of the skull locked behind her pubic bone, refusing to slip past the burning rim no matter how hard she pushed. Her entrance fluttered and spasmed around it, muscles clenching and releasing in frantic waves, the slick, glistening flesh stretched to translucence. She could feel every ridge of the baby’s head, every contour grinding against her raw inner walls.

He didn’t let up.

His fingers stayed glued to her clit—swollen to twice its normal size, hypersensitive, throbbing in time with her heartbeat. He rubbed fast, merciless circles, the pad of his middle finger pressing down hard and flicking side to side while his thumb kept the hood peeled back. The pleasure slammed into the pain like a collision, turning the agony into something blinding and electric. She sobbed, hips bucking wildly, torn between the stretch that felt like it would rip her in half and the orgasm building so violently it threatened to shatter her.

His other hand pressed harder into her belly—fingers splaying wide, kneading deep circles that forced the contraction to peak even higher. “Again,” he rasped against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Give it to me. Stretch wider.”

She pushed with a guttural roar that echoed over the waves.

The head advanced another torturous fraction—then another—until the widest diameter was finally cresting. Her pussy gaped obscenely around it, lips pulled back so far they were almost white, the dark crown bulging outward in a perfect, glistening dome that pulsed with her heartbeat. Fluids poured from her in thick rivulets, soaking the towel and sand beneath her. The ring of fire consumed everything—burning, stinging, splitting—while her clit throbbed under his ruthless fingers and her belly contracted so hard she thought her spine would snap.

She was crowning at maximum stretch now—half the head born, the rest still trapped in the vise of her entrance—every muscle in her lower body quaking, every nerve screaming as the impossible pressure held her right on the razor’s edge between destruction and release. He licked a slow, possessive stripe up the side of her throat, never breaking the rhythm on her clit or the circling press on her belly, murmuring filthy praise against her skin while she shook and sobbed and pushed again, helpless, split open, and closer than ever to delivering under his hands.

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swellybellymelly-deactivated202

oh god oh god oh my goddddd this baby is so low in my hips right nowww... i can practically feel the head omg it's right thereeeeee!!!! hahh... hoooo god... i can't push right now, i can't, i can't!! i can't have a baby right now!!!! not right here!!!!!! oh fuck it hurts it hurts so good i can't do anything about it mmmmmmmmnngh... fuck, all i can do is shove this pillow between my legs and sit on it with my bare pussy to try to keep this baby in until help gets here... i can't do this by myself!! it feels too good and it's driving me insane... fuck i'm literally laboring and grinding against this pillow so hard i could cum this baby out... oh god i'm contracting again— please please please stay inside me baby, i can't give birth yet! no no no no please baby it feels too good, i don't wanna give birth yet!! ohhhhh my god OHH MY GOD OH FUCK I'M CUMMING!!! I'M CUMMING FROM FEELING MY BABY DESCEND THROUGH MY BIRTH CANAL AND IT FEELS SO GOOD!!!! this pillow is ruined and my juices are all over the floor but i don't care this feels too good <33 i can't believe i'm touching myself while humping a pillow to stall my baby from coming out...

cassieoz

You can feel it coming with every harder contraction. It is an extremely tight fit but it is forcing its way through you. You are pushing against it with all your might. Your trembling body accompanies your yowling cries as the need to bear down completely consumes you.

The three doctors are amazed at your strength.

THE HEAD IS ENORMOUS.

You have wanted a natural delivery despite the size of the infant struggling between your tight opening.

"I am pushing! I can feel it! I can't stop it. The urge is too much! Pushing out this huge baby right now!"

You wanted a natural pushing birth but with medical attention watching you every painful effort. Witnessing the intensity of forcing one gigantic crown through your narrow entrance.

Incredibly hard pangs!

Long bearing efforts!

Yelling, screaming, sweating, wild vibrating!

The hot lamps are shining brightly between your damp thighs. The doctors are dressed in dark scrubs and white masks.

Your dream birthing plan!

""It is so big! I am still pushing. I feel so dizzy and exhausted but the painful pressure won't stop. Must push again! Push it until it ends! Pushing! Come on! Move out of me! Must get it moving!"

Pushing!

Crying out!

Yelling!

Grunting wildly!

Loud long powerful roaring!

You can feel the sudden shift. The powerful intensity is exploding. It is thrusting forward. You can't stop it. You can't stop pushing it. It is coming without stopping now.

"It is fighting me! It pushing out! It is birthing! It is ready to erupt......."

imagineyourepregnant

Imagine you didn’t know you were pregnant when you went into labor

Imagine you didn’t know you were pregnant when you went into labor. Your light symptoms had easily been explained away by other conclusions, like your already-irregular cycle, and you hadn’t gotten very big. Your stomach had pouched out into a small, firm slope as if you were bloated, something you’d attributed to a newly increased appetite.

You haven’t had much morning sickness over the course of your pregnancy, but today you woke up ill. Since your cycles are so irregular you’d figured it must be time for another painful period, and if that wasn’t enough you also feel… Heavy. It’s strange– not quite like you’re constipated, but like there’s a softball weighing down on your pelvis, giving you occasional cervical cramps.

After a few hours of rolling around in bed, you get up to go eat, unable to wait much longer. You pour yourself a bowl of cereal and sit on the couch, vaguely aware of your tense abdominal muscles, and try to relax. Midway through your bowl, you have to put it down and breathe, clenching your fingers on your couch’s cushions as a cramp shoots up through you. It feels like that softball of pressure is being pressed down inside of you, and that pressure comes with a rather long cramp. The cramp eventually leaves, but the pressure doesn’t, prompting you to hurry to the bathroom.

love-birth

Pushing out my fully inflated plug! Yoga pants birth! Thank you for helping me reach 500 followers

hyperia83-deactivated20181217

Your sounds are fantastic! PUSH!

painfulcrown

Loove it. Would like to see without pants tho hehe

birthnextdoor

she’s pumping it up WHILE she’s trying to push it out… now that’s initiative… girl i hope you were home alone, and i hope your neighbors weren’t home either! you’re GOALS!

hard-pushes

Easily my favorite video 😍 No pants next time?!?

crownandpush

I love watching this video, cause my inflatable toy used to be my absolute favorite.

I really should get another….maybe tonight…maybe I’ll post it

pushingecstasy

Orgasmic Pushing

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Please be kind as this is my first audio. 🥹

apologies for being a tad quiet as well 💗

pushingboi

Here comes the head! I can see it! That's it, just spread your legs a little wider to make room and give me a big push! Oh honey I know it hurts, you're almost done! Push for me, push push push! That's it, you're crowning, just keep going, let it stretchhhh.. oh, honey, she has so much hair!

It slipped back in, that's okay.. You're doing such a good job of giving birth, she'll be born in no time!

Alright, hands on your belly, this next contraction is a big one.. ready? And 3, 2, 1, PUSH! Hard, baby, hard! Ohhh, that's it! Let's get that baby out of your belly!

That's it that's it, your birth canal is opening up! Here she comes! Keep pushing, keep pushing, sweet thing! Oh my god.. oh my god, it just keeps stretching wider!

Keep pushing baby keep pushing.. I promise it's almost here! Legs a little wider, let's make a little more room.. oh my god, the baby is huge..

You're starting to stretch around the widest part, just keep pushing into my palm; I've got her..

Ohhhhh, that's it! Another big push just like that! Ready? PUSH! Push your baby out! It's time to deliver!

She's crowning! That's it, scream if you need to! Your birth canal is stretched around the whole baby as she squeezes out of your womb! One more push and - There's the head! Oh my god you did it! The baby's head is out!

That's it, take a deep breath.. oh wow, you came really hard when you birthed that, didn't you? I bet that felt amazing..!

Okay honey, you're gonna have to keep pushing though because.. I think the shoulders are stuck.

crownformesposts

The way she opened up was beautiful .. ah just look at her clit 🤤

pushingboi

I need to be pushing someone's big baby out of my snug little boipussy Right Now

pushingboi

My belly is so big and round. I'm stretched around your big baby, ever growing safe and sound within the warm waters of my womb. Your fingers tracing the contours of my body are met with lively kicks of your soon to be firstborn as they wriggle in protest to the hugging contractions wracking my body.

It's nearly time - I've nurtured our life inside me and now it's up to me to give the greatest gift I can to my mate and our baby - to give birth, to bear them into the world from deep within my own body.

I curl up to your chest and moan softly as the contractions roll rhythmically through me.

You stroke my hair and kiss my forehead, and a peaceful moment is broken as I squirm and cry out, clenching my teeth and gripping my belly as the pressure grows.

You take my hand and stroke my back. "Breathe, love." You say. As the long contraction begins to wane I fall into your chest again and match my breathing to yours.

"I can.. I can feel the head.. it's so low I can feel it in my hips. It's so big."

"Good boy.. you're so close. You've done so well to give me such a healthy baby, do you think you're ready to push it out?"

"I.. I think it's nearly time. I want to start pushing.. Oh, god, I need.. I need to push..." I cry, straining with the intense wave.

I roll and squirm, trying in vain to find a position where I can relieve the pressure. My belly is so big and heavy I can't do so. With gentle words you move me to my side where I can rest. I struggle with my trembling legs as they're forced open by my body. You take your position and support my top leg, giving yourself a wonderful view of my pussy so I can birth our child right into your hands.

You gently feel into my hole, where you quickly find the baby's head just a few inches deep.

"I.. oh god, it's coming - the baby's coming.." I pant.

"You're progressing perfectly. Be a good boy and push for me!"

I take a deep breath. As an intense contraction hits, I bear down hard, my belly rippling with movement. The head begins to stretch me from the inside out.

"Push." You instruct.

I take another deep breath and push. It's interrupted as I cry out and huff.

"You're doing so good. Come on, push."

The contraction hits again and I bear down. You can see the shadows deepen in my pussy as the head comes nearer to the entrance.

I breathe. I push. The head moves a tiny bit at a time. I push, and I push.. three steps forward, two steps back. The head fills my pelvis, a tight fit for my small frame.

I rest for a moment between contractions. Breathe. It's a few minutes before I'm ready again.

You put your hand on my belly as the contraction swells, feeling the forces of my body, and inside, the protestful squirming of the baby. I begin to push, and as the contraction crests at its highest point, I push as hard as I can, my body curling into the effort.

With that the head begins to become visible, appearing behind the curtain of my labia.

Tears blind my eye and my movements become more erratic as instinct and adrenaline take over my thoughts. I haul myself up onto all fours and spread my legs wide. You position yourself close and watch as I strain.

"Oh my god.. it's so big.. the head - Im.. oh god, I'm giving birth to such a big baby, it's - it's coming out-! Holy sh.. ahh.. it.. fuck, it's going to come.. come out!"

"Come on, push! Push out my baby, love. Push."

I moan and bury my face in the sheets as I push and push and push. I continue to make very slow, steady progress, the head moving down closer and closer to the entrance. It's still covered with the slick, shiny intact amniotic sac.

I take another second to catch my breath before the next contraction hits.

"The.. head.. the babys head, it's s.. stretching my pussy open, I.. I'm.."

"Give me another push."

I hesitate and push, a little bit weaker, and not making much progress.

"Come on, push!" You instruct.

I gather myself and bear down. The head steadily steadily moves down, opening me up as it begins to crown.

I let my breath go and pant. The head begins to slip back a little.

"Keep pushing."

I clench my eyes shut. I push with everything, using the might of my whole body to force the head into the crowning. My pussy bulges around it, the skin stretching tight.

"Keep pushing!"

I push and push and the lips stretch tight and smooth around the baby's head.

Exhausted, I cry out and stop, my breathing ragged.

"Good boy.. can you feel that? My baby's head stretching you open, filling you as it works its way into the world? Do you love how it feels to give birth to my baby?"

"I have.. I have to push it out.. it's so.."

I trail off and catch my breath.

"Push for me.."

I give a tiny nod.

I bury my face in the bed and moan as I push again.

With gently fingertips you trace the bulging lips of my pussy. It continues to stretch and stretch as I push; you aren't even sure how wide the head is, just when you think it's as wide as it can get, it stretches more and more impressively.

As my contraction ends and I cease to push the bulge retreats but the labia remain stretched firmly in position. My t-dick wraps around the crown of the head with it.

"One more push. One more big push and then the baby's head will be born."

I brace and push.

The same slow crawling pace continues. I moan all through the stretching. Gracefully and gradually, the head begins to slide through around the widest point. I stop pushing.

"Push. Push!" You demand.

I adjust myself and give a single hard, hard push.

All at once, the head pops out and the amniotic sac breaks, fluid gushing and flowing out of me around the baby's neck and all over your lap. The warm fluid is the least of your concern now.

"My baaaby.. oh, fuck, oh my good it's coming out it's coming out of me.. my.. my.. it's gonna.. it's gonna.. it's being born, it's coming ooouuuuut.. between m.. my legs.. the..

You quickly check the baby's neck to make sure the umbilical cord is not wrapped around it. The head is marvellously big, especially to watch it coming out of my little body.

"The.. baby's head is coming out in between my legs!"

You can't help but chuckle at my rambling.

"Good boy, good boy! The head is out!"

I rock my hips back and forth anxiously. The head turns gently.

I give short, hard pushes as i rock back and forth. You support the head and gradually the shoulders begin to emerge.

"Keep pushing -!"

I moan and finally bear down for one final exhaustive push. All that matters is giving birth to our baby. I put everything in my power into the push, all the strength of my body channels into force from my womb. The effort racks my body and I nearly scream as I push the baby out of my pussy with a final gush of fluid, safely into your hands.

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Having mom's baby

Tara was happy her mother had found herself a new man after the divorce. She was leaving home for college after the summer, and she was glad her mom wouldn’t be alone in the house. Her stepfather Will was nice, allthough she always thought there was something a bit mysterious about him, something she couldn’t put her finger on. But he was kind to her mother and to her, and never told her what she could or couldn’t do, so she was OK with having him around.

One night, she was in her bedroom, watching Netflix on her phone. She couldn’t sleep, as it was a warm summer night. She heard some low voices coming from her mother and Will’s bedroom just down the hall. The noise got louder and louder, and she sighed. Were they doing it? She didn’t want to listen to that! She tried turning up the volume on her phone, to block out the noise, while crawling under the covers, as if she was in a tent.

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