Cursed to stay pregnant forever, and whenever anything arouses you, you have to whelp an enormous pup… unfortunately for you, you have a birth kink, and can’t help getting so deeply aroused by your situation that not only do you continuously whelp massive pups back to back nonstop, they’re also coming faster and faster, your huge pregnant belly keeps growing… and you could swear the pups you’re trying to whelp keep getting bigger… the energy is feeding back on itself and making your curse more powerful.
Then, a total hottie comes up behind you and starts absolutely railing you… the sheer pleasure from you orgasming as you whelp overloads the curse… and now, anyone who sees you and gets turned on by you gets affected by the curse as well, immediately dropping everything they’re doing to whelp obscenely large litters…
As news of what’s happening makes its way across the world… other with birth kinks begin purposely coming to get cursed… this result was never foreseen by the person that cursed you, and ever increasing power the curse has been getting has been causing its area to grow larger and larger… soon, many fear, it will cover the planet… many people affected by the curse are helpless to resist their baser instincts to whelp…
This whole time though, you could never stop giving birth… you’d tried… tried to resist the unbearable, overwhelming, primal need to push, which you failed at miserably… tried not to get turned on while you whelped, and when you were helpless to resist your own desires… you tried wearing panties and legging, tried to deny yourself the ability to whelp… but when you did that, you’d just end up with your pregnant belly growing immensely, obscenely, insanely fast… faster than your body could handle… you were already so very pregnant… after you’d tried that just once, you became immobile within in seconds, your clothes sagging down hard to your thighs, then your knees, and then calves, and then eventually the ground, as you whelped over and over in your own clothes.
By the time anyone realized how serious it was, it was too late. That was how Earth had become nothing more than a hive world, breeding world, birth world, pleasure world, sex world, mating world… no matter what you called it, anyone who touched the surface would leave with a litter of no less than 20 pups… if they were lucky. Some who visited Earth had whelped hundreds, or even thousands of pups before they’d managed to leave. Some got so pregnant, they’d endlessly be whelping pups back to back, never leaving the surface again.
Accidentally whelping an entire litter all over everyone else at the orgy you’re having… you whelp some pups in someone’s face, somemore in someone else’s lap, quite a few while sitting on someone else’s face… everyone takes a turn to let you helplessly whelp all over them… after whelping an embarrassingly large amount of pups all over everyone and having gotten thoroughly railed, you want someone to get you pregnant all over again…
Holy fuck someone please make me look like this and then let me give birth in your face pleaseeeeee… I wanna get eaten out while I crown hard in your face, I promise I’ll whelp sooooooo many pups on you, I’ll be good I promise… you can hold me at a full crown as long as you want, too… I just wanna get dp’d up my ass while sucking a dick and having two sets of pretty boys frot in my hands while guys drench me in cum as I whelp pup after pup after pup in someone’s face, my giant belly visibly contracting, completely helpless to resist the need to push, embarrassed and aroused by it at the same time…
She props me up against her warm back and curls her neck around to see me. She tents one wing over me to block the worst of the draft chilling the tower room.
“Push, my dear,” she says.
“It hurts,” I whimper. “I can’t do this.”
“You will. You must.”
I’ve sure you’ve heard the story before. The prince trapped in the tower guarded by the dragon who knocks him up.
Or maybe that’s just my story.
A contraction begins to build deep in my belly.
“Oh,” I moan, then harder, “Ohhh. Ohhhhhhh.” I’m already naked, my pussy leaking. I didn’t want to give birth in bed—she can’t fit on the bed, she can’t hold me while I’m in pain. So I’m birthing our dragonet onto the bare floor where it was conceived.
“Push,” she says again.
“I can’t,” I pant. “It’s going to hurt.”
“It already hurts.” And she gently pries my thighs apart with her talons. My hips seem to loosen naturally, my pussy seems to open to match my dilated cervix.
“I see the sac,” she says. “It’s right at your entrance. Do you want me to break it?”
“No!” I cry. “Well…no. Yes? Will that make it easier?”
“No,” she says simply, and runs a talon tenderly over my distended belly. “This will be very hard, my dear. My dragonet is larger than your body is prepared for. You need to begin pushing slowly so you do not tire too quickly. Push for me? A small push?”
I look into her slitted golden eyes, and my breath hitches as I’m overcome by my love for her—and my fear. I reach my hands up to my belly and clutch her talon. She nods to me, and I bear down, my eyes on her.
Something begins to slide out of me—the sac, filled with birthing fluids.
“Good boy,” she murmurs. “Another.”
I push again and feel a stretch inside me. “Ohhhh.”
“The snout is entering your birth canal,” she says. “Breathe. Let yourself stretch.”
I inhale slowly through my nose and exhale with pained groans for two contractions, and on the third I feel ready. I push.
“Ow,” I gasp. “Ow…ow…ahhh.” I ease off. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“Breathe, breathe,” she tells me.
I inhale and moan on my exhales until the next contraction. Then I grasp my knees, pull back, bow my head, and push. Pain washes through me, a dreadful, agonizing stretch that fills my whole body cavity, with an origin point deep in my hips. Tears begin to extrude through my tightly closed eyelids, but I’m utterly silent. The pain has taken my voice. I push to the count of ten, exhale, inhale, and push again. Six, seven, eight, nine…
The contraction ebbs away and I sag against her scaly side, weeping.
“It hurts so bad,” I sob, still holding a deathgrip on her talon.
“Breathe,” she says. “Reach down. You’re starting to bulge.”
I open my watery eyes and slide one hand under my belly to touch my laboring cunt. My tdick is hard and sensitive as my thumb bumps it, and I gasp. I didn’t think I could possibly be erect right now. Beneath my swollen shaft I feel my labia beginning to round out.
“That’s the head?” I ask.
“It’s the snout,” she tells me.
“Can you see it?”
“Not yet. You’re not opening up yet.”
“I think I need to push…”
“Push, my dear. Push a little and you can rest between contractions.”
I keep my hand cupped lightly over my bulge, with the knuckle of my thumb resting just beneath my tdick. My eyes stay open this time as I bear down. I wish I could see myself…
“Get the mirror,” I gasp.
She makes a quizzical noise at the back of her throat.
“The mirror,” I grit out between clenched teeth. “I need to see. The mirror!”
She gives another little rumble of confusion and reaches her tail out for the standing mirror in the far corner of the room. She picks it up delicately and lifts it towards me, and hums a bit as she finally seems to understand what I’m asking her. She sets the mirror straight across from me and tips it on its axis until my entire body is reflected back at me, as well as part of the floor where a dark, wet sac of fluids is draped beyond my bulging cunt. The sac is barely holding my pussy open—an inch or so, no more. The snout hasn’t begun crowning yet, even though I’m actively pushing.
I’m taken by my reflection. Though it doesn’t disappear, the pain recedes, replaced by a deep curiosity. I’ve already sired an heir, though I haven’t seen her in the thirteen years since her birth. Nor her brothers, born three years and seven years after her. I suppose the kingdom felt that three royal children was enough of a safety net for the crown’s succession because the crown prince, technically my husband, hasn’t been to the tower to see me in the seven years since our youngest son’s birth. But they were half-elven, half-human babies, a very common lineage with a similar average birth weight of six or seven pounds—and my babies were average.
This dragonet is not average.
Nor is it half-elven. Dragons are fully dragon regardless of who gives birth to them. We’d been lovers almost the whole time I’d been in the tower and she assigned to guard it, but I carefully took the draughts every morning after her. Not after nights with my husband, of course—I was well aware of my duties to his kingdom.
Two years ago, aching to be filled but knowing the crown prince would not visit me anymore, I stopped taking the draughts. She was hesitant at first, worried the size of any pregnancy by her would test my body, but I knew what I wanted.
This is what I wanted. A new contraction begins to pull at me and I push, eyes locked on my bulging cunt in the mirror. I grunt through it, one hand cupping myself, one hand gripping her talon.
The sac bursts, sluicing fluids across my lower thighs and the floor. My pussy stays open that one inch. A rictus spreads across my face, showing my teeth—the snout of our dragonet is peeking through my hair. I’m almost sure it has green scales like its mother. I feel a purr coming from her side where my bare back is pressed.
“I see it,” we both say in breathy voices, and then giggle.
“I’m giving birth for you.” I look up at her, and I know I’m sweaty and my eyes are bloodshot in the corners, but she looks back at me with such affection.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Your baby is coming out of me.”
She nuzzles my cheek with her snout. “Yes.”
“I…I need to push.”
She lays her enormous chin feather-light on top of my head and looks into the mirror, into my eyes. “Push. Push out my baby.”
I inhale deeply and lean over my belly, pressing her talon down on it. She seems to understand and rests a second talon on my belly, and pushes down.
Fluids leak out of me from the new pressure. My lips unseal into a teardrop shape. I was right—green scales. I can’t take my eyes off it. The teardrop widens, and widens, and—
“Oh gods,” I whine. “It’s burning.”
“Take your time, my dear,” she murmurs. “This isn’t like the crown on your other babies—the snout will get steadily wider before you reach the main part of the head.”
I keep pushing, but no more of the snout becomes visible. The contraction fades and I begin to pant steadily, keeping a gentle push in place so that the snout doesn’t recede back into me and ruin my progress. The snout hasn’t broken loose from my labia yet—the full roundness of it is still hidden. I wish I’d thought to watch my other three births in the mirror—but I’d just screamed and thrashed in bed while an unhelpful midwife attended me. I don’t know how wide my crowns got on my first three babies, so I can’t compare anything to the crown I’m witnessing now.
A contraction comes upon me. I push, the stretch growing unbearable for a moment, then fading slightly, so I keep pushing.
These gentle pushes with panting breaks between continue for maybe an hour, until finally my pussy stretches completely around the snout and the tip is fully visible. I bark out a startled laugh.
“It’s coming!”
I give a bigger push than I have yet and the snout begins emerging inch by inch. Then my progress is halted.
“Ohhh,” I groan. “I think the real crown begins now.”
She nudges my cheek encouragingly and I bear down. Pressure and pain erupt between my legs as my overtaxed pussy slowly, slowly widens around the skull of her dragonet.
“Ohhh…ohhhhhhhhh…ahh! Ah! Oh my gods!” I throw my head back and scream at the ceiling, burning through my vocal cords.
“Stop! You’re pushing too hard!” she cries, jostling me with her talons.
The moment broken, I collapse back against her side and look back in the mirror. My pussy burns; it’s stretched tight against the huge, scaly head, and my tdick stands to attention at the top of the impossible bulge.
“Breathe!” she commands me.
I pant harshly, staring at myself, and reach beneath my belly to fumble with my tdick. It’s so overstimulated that it almost hurts, but it hurts far less than my pussy, so I circle my thumb across the head. A tantalizing feeling spreads through me.
“Good boy,” she rumbles in my ear. “Take your mind off it. Let yourself stretch.”
A new contraction looms and I stop stroking my tdick, but I don’t let go. I push gently on the crown, pant for a few seconds, push, pant. The contraction fades and I start stroking my shaft again.
“It feels…it feels…” I had no way to describe it. “…I wish I did this during my other births.”
“Good boy,” she murmurs. “Good boy. Keep going.”
I pause on the next contraction and push. The face of our dragnet is beginning to come into focus.
“I-I’m about to crown,” I say. “I’m about to crown out your baby.”
The contraction fades and I start stroking again, my fingers playing over my engorged tdick. When the new contraction comes, I don’t stop. I push and stroke, and a hot feeling, beyond the burning pain, begins to build between my legs.
“It’s coming,” I moan, then louder, “It’s coming. It’s coming! It’s gonna come out! Oh my gods—OH MY GODS! I’M GONNA CUM!”
I buck my hips as the orgasm shoots through me, and a dragon’s head crowns out of me in a spurt of fluids. I’m still pushing as I ride the orgasmic aftershocks, and on each pulse the long neck of our dragonet is slowly birthed out of my ruined pussy. My legs shake as I lower my hips back to the floor.
“Oh my gods,” I pant. “It’s really coming out of me. It’s almost here.” I lay back against her side and stare at our baby, half out of me. It begins to move its ears, then it snorts and begins breathing, its body still inside me. I grip her talons in both hands and we stare at the reflection of our dragonet, breathing rhythmically on the floor between my legs.
It shifts, rotating. It’s time to birth out the shoulders.
“Push, my dear,” she whispers.
I don’t take my eyes off my pussy as it bulges again, burning slightly. The first shoulder comes out. I pant, pant. Push again. Second shoulder. The rest of the body comes tumbling out. Our dragonet rolls over, and its tail unspools in my womb and begins to slither out of me. I lay my hand on my belly as the tip off the tail slides past my cervix, down my birth canal, and out my cunt.
“It’s out,” I whisper. “I birthed your baby. It came out!” I grab her face between both my hands and kiss her soundly. “It came out!”
“I knew you would do it,” she says, delight in her eyes and voice.
We look down at our dragonet. Exhaustion washes over me, and I know I’ll be tired for a while yet. But as soon as I’ve regained my strength, I’m going to ask her for another.
You're at a hotel for whatever reason (e.g. work, vacation) and the building is curved or formed like a U. That means when you look our of your window you can see other windows of hotel rooms. And when the weather is good and the lighting just right you can see into the rooms as well.
One evening/night, you sit at your window, enjoying a drink of your choice. You're mostly looking at the skyline you can also see but then, your gaze drifts. Until it finds the window.
The window that's lit and without a curtain. And inside, you can look at a bed. And the woman on the bed. The very pregnant woman on the bed. The very pregnant and very obviously in labour woman on the bed!
You can only stare as she starts throwing off her clothes until she's lying on the bed, legs spread as wide as possible, angled towards rhe window probably without any idea that there could be someone watching.
You see even from the distance how her pussy begins to bulge and slowly split open around the head. You can imagine her screams and moans as she struggles.
She scrambles to get on all fours, and you lean forward subconsciously to not miss a thing. Your drink has long been forgotten.
Her pussy spreads wider and wider until finally, the head pops out. She loses her balance, ass up and face pressed into the sheets. It gives you the perfect view.
Yes, week 78 is here and I am catching up. Yay! I am happy to have had a burst of energy to finish 77 and 78 and hopefully, I get to finish 79 in time for the weekend.
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Hope you enjoy week 78th’s entry!
Word count: 2,260 words
Summary: An experienced couple welcomes their fourth child with an intimate home water birth
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit content about sexual birth, childbirth, and pregnancy...
I've posted the full uncensored warnings in the Vault to make sure this update doesn't go against the community guidelines of Tumblr ^_^
"I need to push," she announced, her voice guttural. "Oh god, babe, it's happening. But I need you in my ass. I want to feel you fucking my ass while I push."
His eyes darkened. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she begged, her legs shaking violently. "I need the pressure. I need you filling my ass while the baby comes down. Please, babe. Lube up and get in my ass."
He grabbed the waterproof lube from the side of the tub, slicking his cock thoroughly. She leaned forward, bracing herself against the pool's edge, her massive belly hanging down toward the water, her asshole exposed above the surface.
"Slow," she breathed. "Work it in slow."
He pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. She groaned, her fingers immediately finding her clit again.
"More," she demanded. "Get deeper. I need to feel full."
He pushed deeper into her ass, his hands gripping her hips, feeling her belly sway with the motion. "Jesus, you're tight back here."
"Fuck my ass," she commanded. "Hard. I'm going to push with the next contraction."
When the wave hit, she bore down, pushing the baby down while he thrust into her ass from behind. The dual pressure was overwhelming, the baby's head pressing against her vaginal wall from the front, his cock filling her rectum from behind.
"NNNGGGHHH... fuck... it's so big..." she grunted, her legs shaking violently, his cock buried to the hilt in her ass.
"Push, babe," he groaned, thrusting into her asshole. "Push our baby out while I fuck you."
She screamed, pushing with everything she had, feeling the baby's head descend hard against her cervix while he pounded her ass. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness in her rectum adding pressure that made her g-spot sing.
"Rub my clit," she begged. "I'm going to cum... oh god, I'm going to cum with your cock in my ass and the baby coming down..."
He reached around, his fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing hard circles while he continued thrusting into her asshole. "Cum for me, babe. Cum with my cock filling your ass."
"OH FUCK... OH GOD... I'M CUMMING!" she shrieked, her whole body convulsing, her asshole clamping down on his cock as her orgasm ripped through her.
"The head is crowning!" she screamed, feeling the widest part stretching her open.
He kept thrusting into her ass, his fingers working her clit. "You're doing so good, babe. Keep going."
She pushed again, screaming, his cock still buried in her ass, his fingers on her clit. She could feel the baby's head slowly emerging, her vulva bulging, the burning ring of fire mixing with the pleasure from her ass and clit.
"I can feel it cumming," she cried out. "The head is right there!"
"You're doing amazing," he grunted, thrusting into her ass. "I can feel you shaking. Cum again for me, babe."
"AAAHHHH... it's burning... god, it burns..." she cried, but she didn't stop pushing.
"Touch it," he whispered. "Feel our baby."
Her hand dove between her legs, finding the small, firm bulge of the baby's head, the wet, soft hair emerging from her gaping pussy. The sensation of her fingers touching the crowning head while his cock filled her ass sent her over the edge again.
"OH GOD... I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" she wailed, her ass spasming, her pussy contracting.
He couldn't hold back. Feeling her ass milk his cock while she touched their baby's head, he groaned and erupted deep in her asshole, flooding her rectum with cum as their baby was being born.
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(NB, 1 human baby, bus, holding head, refusing to push, didn't know they were pregnant)
Their leggings were soaked. So was their sweater dress — at least the seat of it — and the weight that had settled into their hips was uncomfortable. Everything about this was uncomfortable. Their leggings sticking to their thighs, the weight in their hips, the cramps that were making their midriff ache, the heat of the bus making their face flushed, the uncomfortable seat, everything.
Aspen's hand slipped into theirs, lacing their fingers together, and they squeeze a little, in time with one of the insistent cramps. Aspen leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple, squeezing back in support.
"Still cramping?" He asks them, lips still pressed to their temple, and they nod wordlessly, clearing their throat.
"Y-Yeah, it's starting to hurt so bad, Asp," they reply, leaning over to rest their head on his shoulder, their free hand resting over their lower abdomen. "'N there's this like… weight. I dunno-ouuhhhh…" That cramp was so much worse than the ones they'd been having so far, and they bit their lip to keep from crying out at the pain.
"Aspen," Charlie gasps, holding tight to his hand, their hand shaking in his. He pulls their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to their knuckles. They smile softly — though it was strained because of the pain they were in — pressing a returning kiss to his jaw.
"Hurts," they add, groaning lowly as the next cramp started to tighten around their back and belly.
The weight moved, shoving down, down, down.
It hurt to keep their legs close together now, the weight forcing their thighs apart. Their hips — which had been feeling loose all day, in a way that they couldn't explain to Aspen when they'd woken up that morning — were full. The weight was filling them up, taking that loose feeling and instead making it tight, like there wasn't any more room in the bowl of their pelvis.
Charlie's thighs shift, pulling apart to ease the pressure in their hips. Their wet dress rucked up a little, and they can feel just how soaked their seat was. What it was, they weren't sure. It didn't smell like urine, so they weren't worried about that, but it had come from them. The pressure had eased just a little when they'd soaked their seat and their clothes, but that relief was gone now, replaced by that weight in their hips.
Aspen caught onto their movements, the squelch of their soaked seat as they adjusted, his thumb brushing over their knuckles again as he spoke quietly.
"Char?" They whimper in response, biting their lip as the next cramp starts to pull their stomach tight.
"I-I… I can't keep my legs closed, th-there's something making it hard to keep my legs shut," they whimper, voice shaky. "I think something's coming o-out." Their thighs trembled, the pressure growing between them.
Aspen shakes his hand loose from theirs, moving his hand to their thigh closest to him, fingers gliding along the seam of their leggings to their crotch, up under their dress, fingers pulling their waistband away from their skin and down to feel their labia. It was warm to his touch, pushing away from their body just a little with the weight that was in Charlie's hips.
Experienced fingers gently pushed into their hole, fingertips dipping into their body, meeting the resistance of the weight in their hips. He explored the mass, how fleshy it felt, squishy but not too much give. Charlie's hand gripped Aspen's wrist, hanging onto him in any way as a new cramp pulled their midriff tight, the mass in their hips pressing against Aspen's fingers.
Feeling the weight against his fingertips, exploring what he could feel as it bulged their vagina against their partner's palm.
"Fuck," they breathed, fingertips digging into Aspen's arm as the weight pushed down. Pushed out. "It's coming out," they whine under their breath, trying not to draw any other passengers' attentions to their plight. Whatever it was. Their breath was quick, thighs trembling around Aspen's hand and the mass.
"Breathe, Char. Breathe, baby," Aspen coos, looking at them and pressing a kiss to their sweaty temple. In their sweater dress, sitting in the warmth of the bus coupled with the exertion their body was going through, forcing the mass out of their body, was causing them to sweat. "Just breathe, baby, okay? Let your body do what it's doing, okay?"
Charlie shakes their head quickly, their free hand gripping the hem of their dress. "It's coming out, Asp, I need to get it out." This gives Aspen a shock of panic, looking at Charlie with wide eyes.
"Baby, Charlie, don't. Keep it in, wait till we get to the hospital. Let the doctors help you, baby," he pleads, pressing a kiss to their temple again.
"Please, Asp, I need it out, it hurts." Charlie's desperate now, an urge to give in, to help their body get it out. Their thighs spread a little more, the bulge between their thighs pushes further from their hips, the lips of their vagina pulsing and blood-warm under Aspen's palm.
"Char, breathe, baby, don't get it out, keep it in, baby. Just a little longer, okay? We're only a couple stops away." They instead give in, bearing down with the peak of their cramp, thighs quivering as their head tipped back. Their lips stretched in pain, a thin drawn-out whine hissing through their teeth as they bore down with their body.
Aspen's hand slips down, perfectly cupping their vagina in his palm, holding… whatever it was inside. It was firm under his hand, pressing into it, and he could feel their labia parting around it. Stretching around it.
They let out a strangled sound as the bus rocks to a stop and a couple other passengers get up, slowly walking through the aisle to disembark. Charlie hunches back in on themself, shrinking in on themself and biting their lip hard to keep themself quiet. For as much as this hurt, they also wanted to keep it between them and Aspen until they got to the hospital. Their nails dug into the skin on Aspen's forearm as they forced themself to keep quiet, instead panting harshly through their nose.
"Asp, please, let me push it out, it hurts so bad, I can't keep it in," they beg, eyes watery as they met Aspen's.
It made his heart break.
"Not yet, baby. We're the next stop, okay? Just a couple more minutes." The bus starts rocking again, moving diligently towards the stop near the emergency room. "Don't push, okay, baby? I've got you, just hold on a little longer, okay?" Even as he begged them not to push, they could feel their body forcing the mass harder against his palm, stretching them further around the girth of it.
His free hand rest over theirs on his forearm, thumb rubbing over their knuckles. "Just a little more, baby. Almost there, we're almost to the hospital." Their body relaxed some, and the mass sank back inside them. They panted, whining under their breath as they writhed a little around Aspen's hand.
"I can't, Aspen, I need it out, it's hurting me!" They whimper, panting through the next cramp, trying to not give in to the urge that was overwhelming their psyche right that moment. Their nails dug in, skin turning white with the strength behind their fingers. They'd feel bad about the blood they drew when all this was over, but right then they were in the middle of the most agonizing event of their life and could only focus on panting and whining through the pain, vision vaguely focused solely on the side of Aspen's face when their eyes were open.
Pink eyes squeeze shut as their body pulls tight again, chest heaving as they pant, head tipping back as they lose themself in the feeling of their body contracting in on itself, trying to expel the mass between their legs.
The next few minutes pass in a repeating rhythm of their body trying to rid itself of the weight — which they were convinced right then was their entire uterus — and Aspen holding it back before the bus slowed, rocking to a stop in front of the hospital, a short distance from the emergency room. Aspen pulled his hand from theirs, standing and helping them up, one hand still lightly cupping their crotch before he slowly retracted it, wrapping his hand around their waist and helping them hobble off the bus. They stagger down the stairs, thighs spread wide around the weight, and right as they take a single step towards the emergency room, they're halted, crying out into the air of the parking lot.
Right there, legs spread wide, one hand reaching to cup over their vagina through their leggings, other hand gripping Aspen's tight as they bore down hard. Their body demanded it. It wouldn't let them be a passive passenger to this ride, and they were overtaken by it.
The bulge pushed through their labia, stretching it wider than they'd been before when it was slowly stretching them into Aspen's hand, and they felt it fill out their own palm through the fabric they still wore.
"Asp, it's coming out, it's coming out! Help me, I can't, it's too big, it's coming out!" Aspen quickly kneels in front of them, guiding their hands to his shoulders to hold themself up, his own hands pulling their waistband down, the bulge growing before his eyes. It was wet and tinged red with blood, framed by their vagina, stretching the fabric of their panties away from their body. He quickly pulled those down too, as far as he could with their thighs spread, making room for whatever it was coming out of his partner.
Above him, Charlie tilted their head back as they bore down again, gasping in relief as the burn subsided, part of the mass popping free of them into Aspen's hands as he cupped them over their sore labia. They sobbed in the brief interim of reprieve, body quivering above Aspen as he held the mass in shaky hands.
It turned in their hips, giving Aspen a good look at what he held. He let out a noise of surprise and understanding as Charlie let out a whimper at the movement within.
"Oh," he gasped, looking at the head that he held, letting out a breathy laugh of surprise before he looked up at Charlie. They looked down at him, face pinched in pain as their body pulled tight again, glancing between their thighs towards his hands before their head tipped back again, knees bending ever so slightly as they bore down with their body.
A cry of agony erupted from their throat as both shoulders stretched free of them, the body slipping free into Aspen's hands with a gasp from Charlie. They shakily looked down, slightly scared to see what they'd just pushed free, panting in the aftermath as they saw the baby that was starting to squirm in Aspen's hands.
Both of them traced the cord back inside of them, as if neither of them could believe that that had just happened.
"Well," Aspen started, standing up swiftly and holding Charlie and their new baby close as commotion erupted behind him, an orderly and nurse running over with a wheelchair, "that explains a lot."
“Fuckkkk… this can’t be happening right now…” your ovipositor is beginning to extend, in your skirt, right in the middle of the jam packed train car. It’s so full you’re standing shoulder to shoulder with other people. Nobody can know you have a huge ovipositor… you just wanna be normal… you don’t wanna be known as that guy that can’t stop laying eggs.
At full size, your ovipositor is far larger that someone’s forearm, incredibly girthy, veiny, skin colored, firm yet fleshy. Your panties won’t be able to hide it. If you don’t pull them down, you’ll eventually bust out of them, you’ve… admittedly done it before on accident. But it would be so humiliating to have to let everyone see how twitchy your throbbing, pulsating ovipositor gets… how you can’t keep your hands off of it as the truly massive bulge of each egg travels along its length. How you can’t stop leaking fluid, and as the egg starts crowning… it will start spraying. Everywhere. All over everyone else… you gotta try to hold it in until you get home…
Tenting your panties and skirt visibly, you cup your ovipositor in your hands. You can feel it straining against your clothing and your hands, harder and harder as it grows. You try, fruitlessly, to resist getting bigger… it’s getting longer, firmer, wider… it feels deliciously good, too… all you wanna do is find somewhere warm… and moist… and lay your eggs there… and then you realize. There ARE warm, moist places to lay on this train… but you can’t allow yourself to think about that… you’d get them eggnant… MASSIVELY eggnant… you’re sure you’ve never carried a bigger clutch than this in your life. You’ve also never laid inside someone before… but it would feel so sinfully, wonderfully delicious… fuck… no! No, you can’t do that to someone, you don’t even know what species you even are…
Your panties tear in your moment of distraction, your fat, drippy, rippling, fleshy ovipositor slipping through your hands, lifting your skirt, and pressing into the guy next to you. You moan in pleasure, any touch on your sensitive ovipositor enough to make you shiver. “Is… is that… holy fuck, that’s an ovipositor… that’s your ovipositor…” you blush hard. It definitely is your ovipositor, still growing, right into his hands and slapping his belly as the train bounces. He looks at you, then it, then you again. He sees the desperation on your face. He knows what you need to do… so he blushes, and pulls his pants down for you…
“W… wait, I’ll get you pregn…” he just shushes you, and presses it up his ass with a sly smile. You both moan loudly. People notice… but you don’t fucking care. Some instinct deep in your brain takes over. You can’t resist it… you let yourself grow as big as you need to… you stretch him wide, and he’s already cumming from it… then, you rest your hands on his belly… and you let yourself start to lay inside him… just one egg to start… to make sure he can take it… they’re truly massive eggs, roughly the size of an American football… you feel yourself pushing it into him, your ovipositor bulging prominently… the first push isn’t enough though, and whatever small amount of patience you had has gone. You push hard, laying an egg deep in a stranger you don’t even know the name of… it feels indescribably good… without even thinking, you start laying every single other egg inside him, right there on the spot, back to back, as fast as you possibly can. You can’t hold them in anymore, you have to lay your eggs RIGHT NOW. Your body demands it. Your mind demands it. Your instincts demand it. His belly is quickly getting bigger under your fingers as you gush eggs out inside him. You can’t even think. They’re spilling out of you so fast, and you genuinely can’t stop pushing… there’s just so many… you don’t know how long you’ll need to lay, but you do know that you’re gonna fill him up.
You completely miss your stop, and don’t realize people are staring until you get to the end of the line… everyone is supposed to get off the train, but your new mate is literally too pregnant to move on his own now, and you can’t move… you can’t even slow down how quickly you’re laying eggs… so they just keep you two on the train and run it again.
- a week later -
Your mate is so full of eggs that his pathetic hole is bulging and stretched open around the last one you laid inside him, literally no room left inside him. You, on the other hand, are still laying. You’re not sure you’re gonna be able to stop this time… you’re just humping your mate with your egg bound ovipositor while you crown in his face and everyone watches, waiting for him to give birth while you pile eggs around him and sometimes on him…
- a year later -
The “egg outbreak” as it’s been called seems a somewhat overdramatic name to you… yeah, you’ll probably never stop laying eggs back to back to back, even in your sleep… yeah, you’ve grown an egg sac far bigger than your body, which also lays eggs… yeah, your offspring lay eggs in people too… yeah, freaky people sometimes come to mate with you, and they’ve all gotten so hooked on it they’ve never left… yeah, nobody has a way to stop it because you reproduce so fast that nobody could react in time… yeah, you’ve turned into some kind of broodqueen, with an entire hive dedicated to taking care or your every whim and satisfying all your base, sexual needs… but it feels so good… the way you lost control over your base, urgent, desperate need to lay eggs as quickly as possible… it felt too good, it changed something in you… after that day, you couldn’t help it anymore. This is your life now…
Hey bro… wanna go to the club and kiss pregnant boys while they whelp in our laps?
Fuck yeah bro, I’m absolutely in the mood to let a gorgeous little twink crown hard into my waiting hands… we should double team one too, you can fuck him and I’ll suck his dick while he whelps a whole litter right in my face…
Been feeing pretty birthy lately. Something about being in labor…I want to be in labor. At the peak of my pregnancy, as big as I’ll get, my uterus finally deciding its time. I wanna feel the contractions of my uterus inside of me. So uncontrollable. I wanna feel my big litter of babies sink low in my womb and stretching out my cervix so so wide. I wanna feel my pussy stretch as wide as theyve ever had to to accommodate the girth of my babies. Fuck. Someone please get me pregnant so I can give birth…I wanna cum while giving birth…I wanna squirt as the babies come…
Hi, bunnies! 👋🏻🩷 I hope you're all doing well. Finally, I am able to post week 76, now I just owe you week 77 then, 78 this coming weekend. lol
I hope you enjoy this little story. And let's just pretend, that in this universe, preggo people can tavel by plane up until past their due date. lol
Word count: 5,632 words
Summary: A heavily pregnant woman runs into her ex-husband and the father of her child. Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This story contains explicit erotic content involving orgasmic birth, heavy lactation and nipple stimulation during active labor, graphic childbirth scenes...
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"Don't push. We're almost there. Don't push."
She shook her head, her hair sticking to her damp neck, unable to explain as another wave hit, rolling through her like a freight train. "Oh god—oh god—" The sounds came out high and breathy, her body working against her will.
She reached down between her legs, pressing her palm against the soaked fabric of her dress, then pushing underneath to touch herself.
Her labia were swollen and hot, stretched tight around a massive bulge that filled her completely.
The baby's head was right there, pressing against her opening, creating a firm round protrusion that she could feel with her fingertips but had not yet slipped inside her vagina.
She was stretched to her limit, the skin burning, the head visible and hard and insistent, but her pussy had not opened to let it through.
It was holding at the entrance, demanding entry, making her feel impossibly full and on the verge of splitting apart.
"David, I can feel the head." Her voice came out strangled, panicked. "It's right there, I can feel it."
"What do you mean you can feel it?"
"It's right at the opening." She panted, her whole body shaking, her hand still pressed against the bulge that pulsed with each contraction. "It's coming, David. I can't stop it."
"I can see it." David's voice was tight, his eyes fixed on the sign ahead. "The hospital, I can see the sign. Two minutes, Elena. Just two more minutes."
She looked up, saw the blue H glowing in the distance, and felt panic claw up her throat. "It's coming out!" The scream tore out of her, high and desperate. "Oh god, David, it's coming oooooouuuttt! Aaaaaahhhhh—hooo hoooo oohhhhh—" The sounds blended together, blowing and moaning and shrieking, her body arching against the seatbelt as another contraction seized her. "Fuck—fuck—aaaah ahhh ahhh—"
She gripped the seat, her knuckles white, her belly hard as stone beneath her soaked dress.
The melon-headed bastard was pressing down with relentless force, the baby she had carried alone for ten fucking months while David went on with his life thinking she had moved on.
Thinking there was someone else.
And now here she was, about to give birth to his child in a rental car, her pussy bulging obscenely around a mass that felt like a bowling ball trapped behind her opening.
"David—aaaah ahhh—" She turned her head, her hair plastered to her face with sweat, and saw his jaw clenched, his hands shaking on the wheel. He was trying not to panic, trying to be the calm one while she fell apart.
But she could see it in his eyes, the fear in them but in his head, he could think of nothing else but the memory of how she used to sound underneath him when he fucked her, these same gasping breaths, these same desperate cries and mewls, save for the puffing sounds that tries to hold herself back from pushing.
"Hooo hooo—oh fuck—aaaah ahhh ahhh—"
The sounds were involuntary now, rhythmic and sexual, the exact cadence of her orgasm building when he had her pinned to their bed.
She saw his throat work as he swallowed, saw the way he shifted in his seat, and she thought she’s making him uncomfortable.
In reality, though? He was fucking hard hard. Her ex-husband’s cock is straining against his pants, listening to her labor sounds, remembering how she used to wrap her legs around him and beg for more.
"Don't—" He cleared his throat, his voice rough. "Don't push, Elena. We're almost there."
"I'm not—aaaah ahhh—" She reached down between her legs again, felt the massive bulge of her own flesh, her labia spread and swollen around a protrusion that filled her entire hand.
The baby's head was right there, hard and round, creating a dome of stretched skin that looked obscene.
Her pussy slit was dripping, fluid running down her thighs, but the opening itself was still tight, still resisting, nothing more than a teardrop of space between her burning tissues.
"I know, I know, just—" He was rambling, his eyes flicking to her face then back to the road, then helplessly down to where her hand was pressed. "Fuck, Elena, I can see—I can see how much it's bulging—"
"Don't look!" She shrieked, then immediately contradicted herself. "No—wait—tell me—aaaah ahhh—tell me if you can see it moving—hooo hooo—oh god, it's pressing so hard—"
He looked. She saw him look, saw his eyes fix on the obscene sight of her pregnant pussy stretched around his unborn child.
His cock twitching against his zipper. "It's—" He licked his lips, his voice hoarse. "It's huge, Elena. I can see it pushing against you. I can see it—fuck—I can see it trying to get out."
It was happening. The head was actually moving through her, inch by agonizing inch, and she felt confused, terrified, her body screaming in pain but something else too, something that felt like pleasure building at the base of her spine.
"David—" She was moaning like she was cumming, her voice breaking, her hips pressing down without her permission. "David, I can feel it—aaaah ahhh—it's coming through—hooo hooo—oh god, I'm scared—I'm scared I'll drop it—"
"Don't—" He was rambling, his eyes flicking to her face then back to the road. "Don't let it—fuck, Elena, hold it in—"
"I can't—" She was sobbing now, her hand cupping the bulge, feeling the head slowly sliding through her opening, the slit stretching around it, dripping and pulsing. "It's too big—aaaah ahhh—hooo hooo—it's tearing me—"
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"I didn't think so many people would be out today," Tasha murmured, suddenly self conscious of the white sundress she was wearing.
The sunlight had made it so easy to see the taut, stretchmark riddled skin of her dark brown belly with a close look. Ryan–her husband– had urged her to get out of the house these past few days as she inched closer to her 42nd week of pregnancy. She much preferred trying to bounce on a medicine ball in the privacy of her home rather being on display out in the open. But the former has proven useless in getting this baby wanting to come out.
"It's fine baby, no one's gawking," Ryan said, wrapping a comforting hand around her side. "And if they are they are admiring how beautiful you look."
Tasha allowed herself to relax into her husbands side. "If you say so..."
The couple continued walking the trail past couples, runners, and dog walkers alike. Tasha made an effort not to look too unfriendly when people gave her a kind look. It was difficult not to assume people saw her as a spectacle; dress aside, her belly was huge even though she was a taller woman and even a few weeks ago she had to start walking lent slightly back just to deal with it.
Eventually, the couple came along a relatively secluded part of the parks trail. A slight grimace took Tasha's features. Each step she took felt a subtle and rapid shift within herself. The weight was getting lower in her hips.
"I think the walk is working. Baby might be dropping" Tasha held the sinking underbelly of her bump.
Following close behind the new heaviness was a insistent pressure. And it was getting worse every passing second.
"Oooh, yeah, yeah, they're dropping for sure," Tasha said as she widened her gait. The muscles in her back and around her middle tightened into a vice around her. "Ooooh, Honey, I think its time we head back."
"Huh? Just dropping doesn't mean the baby is coming now does it?" Ryan said, seeing his wife grip the side of her belly and not make an indent. "Maybe its just a braxton hicks."
The tightening persisted–hard and sharp– and Tasha's eyes widened as the weight of her overdue baby shifted even lower into her pelvis.
"N-no, this is real, I can feel it. We have to go, we have to get to the car." Tasha felt the eyes of everyone in the park.
No one was even close to them right now but it felt like everyone was looking and yet surely no one was. She couldn't go into a full blow labor here with how crowded it was. If they weren't seeing her beginning to curl around her belly they would. If they didn't see her gait go wide they would. Suddenly, her dress looked as though it might as well have been see through. Everyone was going to see her belly contort with contractions. Tasha's chest rose and fell to the rhythm of her rapid panic. Then the inside of her legs felt moist. A thin trail of fluid went down both her legs, coated her sandaled feet, and soaked the ground.
The spiral of panic swept her off her feet. "No, no, no, no, this too fast. Ouuugh–This can't be happening. This can't be–"
"Hey, look at me." Ryan held her tight and swallowed his panic. "It's gonna be ok, Tasha, first baby should take time. It's just your waters. We'll get to the car and get to the hospital. You just need to breathe, ok?"
Tasha stared into her husband's eyes. He'd carefully, forcefully, shuttered away any part of him that would make him lose it in this situation and presented only the confidence and assurance she needed. She could still move, and if she could move she could get to the car, and if she could get to the car she wouldn't have to be in the throes of labor in front of all these people.
Ryan "Can you do that for me?"
"Ok...I think I can do it."
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Tasha's face went rigid and a sharp breath squealed from between her sealed lips. Labor was happening too quickly. Contractions rolled into more contractions and each one made the pain in her hips worse. The wide stride she took wasn't wide enough to stop the feeling of her very structure rubbing against her low baby. The only thing she had to comfort her was her husband's hand and his words and those were growing useless.
The surroundings were a blur, but Ryan had assured her they'd be at the car soon. She hoped so. Her dress began to cling to her sweating skin; the white was turning translucent in patches against her hard belly to the point she could see her linea nigra. Everyone that they passed could very well see her straining belly.
"R-ryan, please tell me we're close. It's too much, the pressure is too...MMMGHHH MMghh," Tasha gripped his hand tight as another contraction took her.
"We're so close. Ju-just hold on," Ryan said, a nervous tick in his voice.
Tasha chose to believe him in that moment, but then she felt it. Her eyes went wide as saucers,her mouth gaped and her footsteps faltered–The head the doctors warned her about stretched open her cervix. The primal desire to bear down threatened to seize control of her actions.
"I can feel them! Oooohhhh God, I can feel them! The head is so big!" Tasha dug her nails into Ryan's hand. "I have to push, I have to push!"
"Just breathe, don't push, keep walking. We are almost there."
Her husband's voice was warm in ear, it soothed her nerves but did nothing for the maddeningly huge body forcing her open. They were running out of time.
They passed more and more people. A good sign they were getting to the entrance. A terrible a sign for her. More nervous murmuring, more glances at her stomach, more side comments about how ready to pop she looks. The sensation of contractions forcing her canal to fill to the brim was so maddening she couldn't tell if it were actually happening or not.
"T-too many people, t-the car we have to get to the car–ah! Auugh–mmppph" Tasha stifled a scream in her throat as the continous contraction pushed the large head against the lips of her labia.
A low animal growl raged against her sealed lips and reddened cheeks. The burn of crowning had just begun. Her swollen entrance bulged against her ruined underwear.
"We're almost there. Hold them in for me, baby. Just hold them in."
Each step was agony for her and ally to the contractions. The enormity of the head tortured her will to not stop and push with every millimeter it bulged outward and threatened to open her more than just a slit.
They crowd grew ten sizes, signaling they were finally at the parking lot. Tasha heaved through nostrils as the burning sensation sharpened.
"It's coming-guuuuhhhh." Tasha hissed.
Ryan led her to the stop sign by the parking lot.
"Wait here, I'm going to bring the car around!" Ryan raced off to where they parked without waiting for an answer, fully entering his own state of panic.
Tasha gripped the stop sign hard enough to leave an indent in her palm and her other hand gripped the hardened underside of her belly in a useless attempt to lift it. People were definitely watching her now, there was no way they couldn't notice her ill contained groan, her visibly seizing belly against the sweat cleared white dress, or her deepening squat. The head bulged further from slit to teardrop to wideopen "O". The crotch of her panties naturally slid off center of the growing crown. The rapid progress stopped and left her with her skin drawn tight and burning around the head. She needed to push; contractions alone weren't enough to get this head out but they were enough to grind her will down to dust. Her tightened into stone rather than flesh and the head merely quivered in place.
Ryan rounded the corner in their car and ran out to her side.
"C'mon babe, we made it!" Ryan said.
The moment he got close, Tasha gripped his shoulder with her free hand and dropped low. She couldn't bear it any longer; the pressure, the burn, none of it.
"T-the he-uuughhh-hea-Auuughhh-the hea-mmmmpph!" Tasha bowed her head, her whole body curling around the taut contracting sphere of her belly. And with no more will to hold it back, Tasha roared out in pain and pushed.
Ryan cursed, told her stop and hold on just a little longer as he dropped to his knees between her legs. Tasha's deep cry rang out across the park as the massive head erupted from within. Just as rapidly as labor started, her canal rapidly emptied; the rest of the baby and fluid practically ejected in kind and fell into her husband's hands.
A wave of murmuring at the sight of them both started to grow. People started to surround and gawk at her like an interesting showcase.
Legs still shaking, huge baby filling her husband's hands as he exposed her bare and deflated stomach to free their child from the confines of her sweat and amniotic ruined dress; Tasha wanted nothing more than to bury her head in the sand just to get out of sight.
Holy FUCK bro you put so many babies in me I can’t stop WHELPINGGGG fuckkkkkkkkk… why does whelping your huge litter right into your lap while we make out feel so… right… I know we’re just friends but I wanna whelp all your litters bro… I’m sorry, I know we’re just supposed to be bros but I can’t help it… please kiss my crowning hole bulging hard into my panties, bro… drink my milk… make out with me while I gush your litter out on the couch… I know you want it too, bro, I can see the way you look at me… get naked for me, bro, I wanna see you get harder every time the weight of a new pup sags my panties lower and lower… cum on my pregnant belly while I whelp them for you… please? I really think it would help me, bro… don’t you wanna help me whelp all these huge, heavy puppies just for you? Don’t worry about your roommates and neighbors… yeah, they’ll hear us, but so what… they’re just jealous of you, bro… they wish I was whelping for them, but… I’m not, bro… I’m whelping for you… just for you.
I… nnnnggfff… have no idea bro… that’s so… hngggggggg… random…
Liam, are you doing something, bro? Is there something happening that I’m not realizing?
HnnggggGGGGG!!!!… no dude, I’m totally… *huff huff huff* hnngnggg… totally normal right now
(birth fluids gush through my thin leggings, my gait slows and widens as I crown in my pants harder and harder… I try to keep pace with bro as we walk through the mall, but… but I know, deep down, I’m about to fully whelp a pup into my pants… I just have to keep hoping the gawking people continue being too stunned to say anything so bro doesn’t notice me helplessly, pathetically spills pups out right into my panties in public)
Eggs that dont come out all at once are underutilized. Being mid conversation and your mind going blank as you push a few out. Sitting on a couch and suddenly youre struggling with a big one against the zipper of your pants. How embarassing it would be to abruptly double over and send an unusually large round of eggs down your legs in public. Phone conversations interrupted with the sound of moaning and squelching for a few minutes. Squeezing your partners dick out of you and spitting a few eggs onto it and its a few minutes before you can relax enough to try again. Waking up on top a slippery heap because you cant even stop laying while you sleep.
