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A place for me to explore my labor + birth kink, and hoard material 💜💚 // She/her // I'm over 25 yrs old! // Not interested in RP // Ask questions and send story ideas
Can also be found on Twitter, @GimmeABigPush
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Hello!! 👋💜✨ Welcome to my little soft, safe, and consensual corner of this kinkspace! 🤰
Here's some links and info for you!
You can call me BP, Push, or even Sara, I don't mind. 💜 She/Her, I'm in my 30s, married to my lovely wonderful partner, very queer, very Ace. When I started this blog, I was unemployed and looking to explore my kink and validate myself. I now have a job that I love, and I write for fun, as well as to add some love, fluff, and consensual fun to this kinkspace!
I collab with Beans a LOT, we wrote the Sara Series together and work on stories regularly! She used to have a blog but decided to move on- but we still collab!
There USED to be a Master List of all my stories that had been posted publicly! That somehow went POOF, so for the moment, here is a link to my AO3! That has most of my (good) stories on it anyway! I'll be working on another Master List sometime soon when I have a moment.
Who's Sara? She's a midwife character that I invented, and kind of the 'mascot' of this blog! People request her to be in their stories as a midwife, doula, etc. Also, she just had her own baby with her partner Syd, which can be found in the Sara Series collection of stories.
(Art by Upalotl, check her art on Toyhouse!)
Patreon - I share ramblings about writing, exclusive stories, letters from Sara, art that comes from my stories, and playlists that I listen to while writing. 3 levels of support! 💜
BlueSky - Pretty much the same as Twitter, sometimes I crosspost and sometimes I repost arts and stuff that I can't find other places!
AO3 - A fairly organized collection of my work, plus collabs I've done with people like Evertide! Plus an easy place to leave comments and love (which I absolutely LIVE for)
Wishlist - I was encouraged to make this by friends I've made in this kinkspace, this is a fun wishlist made up of things I want for myself, things my partner wants (mostly books) and things for us as a couple. I include it just for fun, if you want to send gifties to your writer!
I used to have a Ko-Fi but it was permanently disabled, so now I just use PayPal for payments and tips! You can use [email protected] to toss some coin to your writer!
My askbox here and my BlueSky DMs are always open for chats, cute animal pics, questions, and requests! 💜 Thanks for joining me here!
Currently Commissions are: CLOSED!
Happy pushing~
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(Art by @doctorjackdaw!!! Please go check out his work, it's STUNNING and WONDERFUL 💜)
Reminder, if you ever pay someone for a commission on Paypal (NSFW OR NOT) you SHUT THE FUCK UP in any text box it gives you.
(No this does not mean try to be a snarky comedian and say it was "bomb materials" or "fuck u" or whatever. Don't play with people's livelihoods, just shut the fuck up and don't type anything at all, it's not that hard.)
Hello Sarah! Longtime fan here! I'm not sure if you've noticed or if it was intentional, but when I was reading your stories, I read a sequel to Ruth's first birth called "Ruth's HBAC". Not sure if it's still for free or if you just forgot to transfer it on AO3 but I would love to read it again!
(P.S: I love your stories and writing! Wish you did RP but oh well lol :P)
Hello friend!! Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention, I'll work on getting that one up on AO3 as soon as I can! 💜💜
(My patrons voted on what this pregnancy was going to be like, and also what her labor will be like! If you'd like to decide a factor or two for her future pregnancies, you can! There is a a special way to decide Isa's fate. If you so desire, you can send me a small donation ($3, $5, or $10, same as Patreon) and you'll be allowed to decide (either partially or completely) the type of pregnancy, labor, or delivery she has. For example, if you really want to see her be completely alone for a birth, you can send me $3 for a single decision. For $5, you could have alone plus another factor, for example that she carries really small or her water doesn't break. For $10 you get to completely decide what one of her stories will be like, from pregnancy to delivery. Make sense? Let me know if you have any questions, ask box is open. If you'd like to send a donation, send it to [email protected] on Patreon and type "For Isa" in the notes, then send me a DM!
Otherwise, just enjoy the ride!)
Part Zero! ✨ 1, Week 1
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The first week had been a breeze. A slightly hectic breeze, what with packing up everything she owned and moving into a new house and all. In terms of actually...being pregnant, though? A total breeze.
Em ended up also moving out of the dorms and into the little cottage too. After her classes and workdays at the library on the campus, she and Isa spent most of their evenings together, watching movies, playing video games, and enjoying their newfound bit of freedom.
It was, for them, a bit like a vacation.
Except, though, that Isa was just continuing to grow. As week one became week two, her belly just seemed to grow heavier and heavier, and her other symptoms began to rage.
First there was her chest. Growing a couple of cup sizes wouldn't be too bad, but she began leaking through her shirts. Then the baby (or babies, as Isa was suspicious of) began to really move and wiggle, kicking the crap out of her ribs, bladder, and even her tailbone.
She grew grouchy. She was always hot and always hungry and didn't leave the cottage much anymore. None of her clothes fit anymore; even if she wanted to go out somewhere, she'd be committing a whole slew of common sense dress code violations.
As the second week drew to a close, both girls sat outside on their porch watching the fireflies flitting around the garden. Isa licked the powder from her hot chips from her fingers, then suddenly sat up a little straighter, looking down at her belly.
Em blinked and lifted her head off of her shoulder, looking at her bestie with concern. "You good?"
"...I'm gonna have to push this thing out." Isa mumbled, as if the thought had just come to her.
"...Yeah. That's kind of the idea. Did you honestly forget about that?"
"I dunno, Em, yeah, I kinda did." Isa frowned and tossed her chip bag aside, then tucked both of her hands underneath her heavy belly. Holding the globe in both hands, her brow slowly furrowed, then she looked back up at her best friend in almost a panic.
"I have to push this thing out of me."
Em slowly nodded, setting her teacup down and resting her hand on top of Isa's belly. "Yeah. Yeah you do. But hey, maybe it won't be as bad as you think. I mean. This is all...magical crazy shit. What if you just...sneeze and the baby flies out? Or what if you just wake up and it's out of you in a crib, like in the Sims?!" Emily brightened up.
Isa didn't look reassured. "...Somehow I don't think this is going to be like the Sims."
"It's totally going to be like the Sims." Em nodded sagely, then leaned in and gave Isa's cheek a big smooch. "You're gonna be fine, preggo eggo. C'mon, let's go to bed."
Letting out her air in a big puff, Isa nodded, then accepted Em's hand to tug herself to her feet.
As she straightened her hips, there was a shift deep in her belly. A pause. And then...gush. The legs of her sweats and the porch steps were soaked with fluid.
Isa and Em both stared down at the now-dripping porch steps, then very slowly looked at each other, eyes wide.
(My patrons voted on what this pregnancy was going to be like, and also what her labor will be like! If you'd like to decide a factor or two for her future pregnancies, you can! There is a a special way to decide Isa's fate. If you so desire, you can send me a small donation ($3, $5, or $10, same as Patreon) and you'll be allowed to decide (either partially or completely) the type of pregnancy, labor, or delivery she has. For example, if you really want to see her be completely alone for a birth, you can send me $3 for a single decision. For $5, you could have alone plus another factor, for example that she carries really small or her water doesn't break. For $10 you get to completely decide what one of her stories will be like, from pregnancy to delivery. Make sense? Let me know if you have any questions, ask box is open. If you'd like to send a donation, send it to [email protected] on Patreon and type "For Isa" in the notes, then send me a DM!)
Part Zero!
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The first couple of days after the party seemed to kind of fly by. Isa attempted to put the after-party events, the letter, and even the strange pink tattoo out of her mind. She didn't look down at herself in the shower, closed her eyes when getting dressed, and just...tied to pretend that it wasn't happening. Nothing was wrong. Why would anything be wrong??
However, four or five days into the first week, just a little over the halfway mark...Isa couldn't ignore it anymore. Why?
Well, she didn't fit into her pants, for one thing.
No matter what pair she grabbed out of her closet, she couldn't pull them closed. No pair would button. Even her favorite pair of tie dye sweats felt tight around her midsection.
Isa groaned and covered her face with both hands, flopping backward onto her bed, pants open and shirt pulled up.
"This is fucking ridiculous," she grumbled to herself, wiggling her feet and kicking from the knee to pull the pair of uncomfortable pants off. "Why the fuck would I...balloon like this??"
She knew why. But she couldn't admit it.
Heaving a big sigh, Isa let her arms flop down to her sides and blinked up at the ceiling.
It was time to call in the big guns.
"So lemme get this straight. You banged this guy. Woke up the next morning and he was gone. This was on your bedside table."
"Yep."
"And now you have-"
"This." Isa gestured to her midsection. She and Emily (or Em, as she'd been forever), sat together on Isa's bed, Isa pantsless and holding her favorite penguin stuffy in her lap and Em turning the letter from Dio over and over in her hands. It wasn't clear if Isa was gesturing to her new belly or to her pantsless state, but both were clearly cause enough to worry.
Em's eyes flickered to Isa's belly, then up to her face, her bestie's freckled face melting into a smirk.
"You're one lucky bitch."
Isa blinked, jaw dropping open. "...Excuse me??"
"You heard me. You get to be all fucking cute and pregnant and not even have to worry about taking care of a baby at the end?! You get to be a spoiled pregnant lady and you don't have to change a single diaper or even be sleepless." Em waved the letter in the air. "You're doing good for humanity, girl! You're delivering babies for people that can't have them! You're like...a saint!"
Isa's brow furrowed, ready to protest, but she stopped.
The more she thought about it...the more she realized that Em was right.
Slowly, as she turned the thoughts over in her mind, she lifted a hand and let it rest on her belly for the first time, feeling the firm, warm roundness of her...of her womb.
She was nudged from her reverie by Em's hand joining hers on her belly, and she quickly lifted her head and blinked at her best friend, giving her a slightly nervous grin.
"...You're right. You're fucking right. But how...how do I explain this? What am I going to tell people?!"
Em scooted closer, lifting the letter and flicking it open. "Who the fuck cares. You know what I'd do? I'd figure out how to contact this guy and ask him to give you somewhere better to stay. Somewhere private. You absolutely cannot be delivering babies for the world in a college dorm. If he is some kind of minor god like he says he is," Em smirked and tossed the letter with its shimmering sigil into Isa's lap. "he'll be able to make arrangements for you. Then you take a sabbatical from school, put things on pause for...say a gap year. Hide out in your new apartment or whatever, and just focus on being a super cute pregnant lady."
Isa blinked, her face flushing. "...That sounds fucking great."
"Right?? And of course I'll be right there. You're not getting rid of me now."
Brightening, Isa grabbed Em's hand off of her belly, looking hopeful as she straightened a little. "Really?"
"Shut up, did you think I'd leave you by yourself?" Em gave her a look, then pulled her bestie into a hug. "We got this. Seriously."
Isa melted into a smile and closed her eyes, snuggling her best friend close.
Could she do this? She didn't know. But she was so glad she wasn't going to be trying to do this alone.
--
Funnily enough, it looked like just speaking things into being while holding the envelope or letter with the sigil on it was enough to communicate with Dio, because with the next day's mail, some new things arrived for Isa.
The first was an envelope with a house key and an address, tucked in with a letter congratulating her on purchasing a cottage near their local park.
The second was a letter from the dean of her school confirming her request for a gap year and wishing her the best.
The last few days of the first week of Isa's first pregnancy were spent with Em, packing up her dorm room into boxes and loading them up into the back of her beat up little car.
By the time they got everything together and made their way to the cottage, Isa was much bigger. Thankfully, she'd been able to order some new pants that actually fit.
When she stepped out of the car at the cottage, looking up at the super cute rustic little house, she became very suddenly aware that she looked like a proper pregnant lady.
Propping her hand on the small of her back and giving Em a big, flushed smile, she waddled up the stairs of her new home and unlocked the front door with her new key.
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The cottage was small. A lovely little kitchen (fully stocked, Isa noted, thank you Dio), livingroom with back doors that opened up into a small garden, a bathroom with a deep tub (again, thank you DIo, whoever the hell you are), and a bedroom with a view of the house's front garden.
The best surprise, though, had been the basket of flowers on the kitchen counter, holding an envelope with Dio's sigil on it. Inside the envelope Isa found another envelope full of cash, which was enough to make both her and Em start screaming in joy.
They unpacked some essentials together, blasting happy music and dancing around in their comfy clothes, then collapsed onto the couch with takeout food and their favorite rom-com.
Mouth full of ice cream, Isa looked down at her belly and smiled to herself.
Yeah...maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
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(One more week of pregnancy to go, then labor and delivery. What do you guys think so far? Patreon already has Week Two, so hop over there if you want to see more!
Also, if you'd like to decide some factor of one of her future pregnancies, let me know! Send me a DM and we'll see what we can do~ )
💜Thanks for joining us for our new writing game! Have a read, and at the end I'll explain how our game is going to go! 💜
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It had started out like any other party. Music, low lights, dancing, talking, couples and trios and more sneaking off into the corners of the house and the backyard to have fun where the lights were the dimmest. People were laughing, the drinks were flowing, and the vibe was perfect.
Isa had her eyes on a tall, handsome stranger. He'd shown up shortly after the party really got going, but he seemed to just be watching things from the outside, drifting from area to area. Every so often he'd stop and dance, or chat in low voices with one of the other partygoers (most often the girls, once with a guy...that is, just that Isa had noticed). He also held the same drink all night long. Either he wasn't drinking it or somebody was getting him refills.
And hot damn was he gorgeous.
Every time she got her courage up enough to go talk to him, though, he'd vanish, disappearing into another part of the house. Isa was starting to get suspicious.
She was hot, right? She'd always loved her looks, and used them to her advantage. She was cute, and funny! She'd never had issues nabbing any guy she wanted, anywhere she went.
So why was this guy playing so hard to get?
Finally, in the darkest, earliest hours of the morning, Isa cornered the handsome stranger in the backyard. The cool night breeze nipped at her skin, but she didn't even seem to notice as she pointed a finger at the tall, tanned man.
"I have been trying to get your attention all damn night. What is it, huh? You don't wanna talk to me? You don't think I'm hot? Am I not your type? What is it?"
A low chuckle rumbled in the man's chest, and he leaned back against the fence to look down at her with an amused expression on his face. "Is this what passes for a hello these modern days? I do not even know your name, little one."
Isa pouted, tossing her hair out of her face with a huff. "Don't act all high and mighty. I've seriously been following you around since you got here. Why don't you just tell me why you don't wanna be with me, huh?"
His eyebrow raised, and a twinkle lit in his eye. "You could not handle me."
Isa stepped up closer at the challenge, raising up on her tiptoes and going nose-to-nose with him. "Fuckin' try me."
His eyes, a piercing brown, flickered down her form, then back up. They studied her face for only a moment before he took a deep breath and swooped forward, wrapping an arm around her waist and turning her around so he could pin her to the fence.
The rest of the night passed in a whirlwind. Isa awoke the next morning, sun streaming through her curtains, with a foggy head, aching body, and next to no memory of what had happened. She remembered kissing, pleasure, soft whispers in her ear that she could hardly understand, and...a pressure deep in her belly?
With a grumpy grumble, she rolled over in bed to peek next to her, but found nobody, the other side of the bed as empty as the rest of the room.
However, when she rolled back over onto her side, she saw something on the bedside table. A single red rose and a notecard with a strange metallic sigil on the front.
She opened it and held it close to her nose, squinting at it with bleary eyes. Once the words came into focus, this is what they read-
Miss Isa-
Thank you for a wonderful party and a fun tryst. I trust you are not too sore. Some painkillers will definitely help with that.
I attended last night's party not intending to find a servant, but then you practically threw yourself at me. Upon looking into you, I realized that while you may not be my typical candidate, I believe you will actually derive some pleasure from the task you must undertake.
My name is Dio...or, rather, this is the name I have chosen for your era. I am a minor god of fertility, family, and festivities. Every decade, I choose a servant to help me with a noble cause- granting families to those who cannot grow their own for one reason or another.
For a period of two weeks beginning from today, you will find yourself with a quickly-growing and evolving pregnancy, which you must carry and care for to the best of your ability. Once you deliver the baby at the end of this two weeks, someone will arrive at your door to bring the child home with them. You will have three days to rest, after which your next pregnancy will begin.
This curse will repeat until it is done. Whether that is a few children or many, even I do not know. You are a Provider now, Miss Isa, here to give the gift of children to those who cannot create for themselves. My highest honor.
Have fun. You will see me again when your time is done.
-Dio
Underneath the name, the same sigil from the envelope all but glistened on the paper, written in some kind of metallic ink.
Isa blinked at the paper, turned it over to look at the other side, then flipped it back over and read it again.
Then she sat up, rubbed her eyes, and read it again.
A Provider? A god? Pregnant? This was one hell of an elaborate prank.
With a snort, Isa tossed the card onto the table and pulled the covers off, scooting to the edge of the bed. She needed to take a shower and get started cleaning up after the party.
When she did so, though, her eyes wandered down toward her thighs, and that's when she noticed it, dark pink against her skin under her navel. A mark, what looked like a heart full of whorls and curves. It looked like a tattoo, or a scar, even.
Brow furrowed, she rubbed her palm across it, then scrubbed it with her fingertips. It tingled, but she couldn't feel it on her skin like a fake tattoo, or even underneath it like a real one. It was like it was part of her skin.
As her fingers left it, the mark lit up pink, trails of sparkles following her fingertips, and Isa gasped quietly as she felt a stir deep in her belly. No...in her womb.
There's no way this was real.
No way.
Biting her lip, Isa grabbed the card and read it again, then again as she stood and stumbled to the bathroom.
This was going to be a long and weird two weeks.
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Welcome to our new game! Meet Isa, who has found herself in a bit of a sticky situation! We're here to help her navigate her way through her "curse".
I'll have both polls and general suggestions posts up for each of her pregnancies and births, so we can work together to decide what each of them will be like. Will they be easy, or a little more difficult? Singles, multiples, breech, normal? Where will babies be born, and how long will labor last? Will they all be human? And finally, how many deliveries will satisfy her "curse"?
These will be posted on Patreon first, and then shared publicly. I'll also be doing polls and questions publicly!
However, those of you not a member of my Patreon also have a special way to contribute!
A donation of $3 lets you choose one aspect of the next pregnancy/labor/birth. Baby size, species, length of labor, etc.
A donation of $5 lets you choose two things!
And a donation of $10 lets you completely dictate her next baby challenge.
(These are the same tiers as Patreon!)
All you have to do for this is send me a PayPal donation with your Tumblr/Bluesky/Patreon name and "For Isa". Once I receive it, I'll contact you and we can talk about what you'd like for your part!
Sound like fun? Cause it does to me.
For now, let's have some fun...do you have any suggestions as to what her first pregnancy should be like? Should she tell anybody? How will she carry? Super small so she can pretend it's not happening? Large so she can't ignore it? Is it TWINS?! Gimme your ideas!
I'm really excited to get started with Isa, friends. Let's have fun! 💜🤰✨
