Hi there! Loving your belly.. any tips for people wanting to try out wearing a belly?
Thank you! This is literally my first attempt at creating content with a fake bump so I am far from an expert. As for tips, I can only say how I’ve done it.
To create the bump I used one of those giant oversized insulated /fleece lined hoodies, stuffing all of it into the hood section of the garment to create a half-sphere shape. Then I put it against my own belly and put two layers of tight clothing over the top (shapewear / bodycon dresses), which gives it the compact firm shape. And added a bead from a broken bracelet as the belly button lol. Hope that helps 💜
Hellooo Bunnies! 👋🏻🐰 How's everyone's week going? We're still not able to go back home. Still, we're doing alright, hope you're all doing well, too 🙏🏻💕
Well, this bonus free story is supposed to be our entry for week 26, but that will be another post later today as this is a special request from our Vault member, Giorgio Casetti.
They specifically requested that I make this request free to the public. 😁 Such a good heart 💖 Hope you all enjoy this!
Word Count: 3,075 words
Summary: A preggo live streamer is given a special gift with special instructions by one of her biggest fans
Author’s Notes/Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI. 18+ only. This story features a very pregnant camgirl giving a live show that includes toy play (Lovense 3 and anal dildo), edging, orgasmic birth, and full-on-camera delivery. Expect detailed labor sensations, dirty talk, fluid-heavy realism, and a crowning-to-cum climax followed by the baby being born directly onto the floor. Reader discretion is strongly advised due to intense birth and sexual content.
Ari's belly hung low between her thighs as she adjusted her camera angle, tugging the hem of her soft cropped tee just enough to expose the full swell of her bump, the bottom curve resting heavy on her lap as she leaned forward, checking the lighting one more time. The countdown timer blinked quietly in the corner of the screen, five minutes until showtime, and already the room smelled faintly of her body oil and a trace of sweat beneath the cotton waistband of her panties. She exhaled slowly through her nose, one hand pressing gently against the side of her belly, not from pain exactly, but from that slow-squeezing pressure that had been curling through her back and hips all morning, subtle but more rhythmic than before.
The Lovense 3 sat already tucked inside her, snug and warm, the smooth silicone perfectly cradled where she wanted it most, the soft curve of the clit stimulator resting flush against her slit. She’d lubed it carefully, easing it in while she still felt steady, her breath catching a little as it nestled deeper, not uncomfortable, just full. Full was her entire state these days, from her heavy breasts resting against her belly to the aching throb between her thighs that never really went away anymore.
Her inbox pinged.
[ you better be wearing what I sent you ]
Ari smiled at the message from Nico, her favorite regular. He was relentless in the best way, always hovering in her chat, always the first to tip, always the one who sent her things she didn’t even realize she wanted until she was gasping his name into the dark. She typed back quickly, fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease.
[ it’s in and already making me squirm ]
Another ping, then another.
[ good girl. save me a private later ]
She flushed and bit her lip, then rolled her hips slowly on the edge of the chair, letting the sensation press just right against the toy buried inside her, not enough to get close, just enough to remind her how close she could get if she wanted.
The pressure in her pelvis made her pause. It wasn’t quite arousal this time, not with the way her lower belly tensed and held through the breath she didn’t know she was holding, a sensation that didn’t melt like heat but instead gripped like a warning whispered low in her bones.
She shifted again, slowly, easing onto her feet and walking to the mirror to check her angles, one hand sliding down her side to rest below her belly. Her breath caught for a second, her brows knitting together. That was definitely another one. Low, deep, and a little tighter than the last.
But she brushed it off.
She’d had a dozen like that yesterday and nothing came of it.
She stepped back into the glow of the ring light, let her palms glide up the sides of her belly in a slow circle, then sat down carefully on her wide padded chair, angling her knees apart and letting the camera drink in every inch of her. The chat was already moving by the time the timer hit zero.
Welcome back, MamaAri. Missed you.
God you're so big now. You look ready to pop.
Wiggle a little for us?
She grinned, fingers dancing over the keyboard as she replied to each in kind, her voice coming soft and teasing over the mic as she adjusted her position just enough to press down against the Lovense again, the pressure drawing a soft hum from her lips as the toy buzzed once, a low idle purr she knew was only the beginning.
"Let’s have some fun, guys. Who wants to make me squirm first tonight?"
Tokens poured in.
She moaned on cue as the Lovense pulsed harder, the chat erupting with cheers and requests and tip-driven dares. Her body arched as the vibrations built slowly inside her, warm and steady, coaxing heat into the edge of her clit, pressure curling tight inside her swollen walls. She was soaked already. She’d been soaked before she even hit Go Live. Another round of tokens and the speed jumped, sending a ripple through her belly that made her pause.
That was not the toy.
That was her body.
A slow, hard clench that dragged across her pelvis like a wave. Her breath hitched and she covered it with a moan, letting her fingers slide up under her shirt to tease her nipple as she rode it out, hips shifting in slow, desperate circles against the chair. Her viewers wouldn’t know the difference. Not yet.
But her body did.
And the toy was still buzzing, steady and high, the tip control now passed to the top tipper for ten full minutes.
She leaned back a little more and eased her legs apart, letting the camera catch the slick gleam between her thighs as she reached down and gently pulled aside the thin strip of fabric that had been barely covering her, giving her audience a full view of the Lovense snug and glistening where it sat tucked deep against her, the chat lighting up in response.
"You like that view, don’t you? She’s working hard for you already," Ari murmured, dragging her fingers along her inner thigh before tapping the base of the toy so the movement made her thighs twitch, her breath hitching as the vibrations steadied.
Dildo next. You know what we want.
Get the big one. The usual.
She laughed softly, reaching off-camera to grab the thick black dildo, its familiar weight solid in her hand, her fingers curling around the base before she held it up toward the screen.
"You missed this fat thing, huh? Greedy tonight," she teased, angling her hips slightly and guiding the tip between the cheeks of her ass, already slippery with the mix of anticipation and the lingering buzz from the Lovense, her voice dipping into a breathy moan as she settled just the head inside, not thrusting yet, just letting the stretch tease the edge of fullness.
"Still have the Lovense in too, so if you want me to take all of this, you better make it worth it," she added, and the tokens started to rain in again, her lips parting in a sharp gasp as she slowly, carefully, began to lower herself onto the dildo while the egg inside her continued to thrum, the stretch almost too much, her whole body trembling from the layered sensation that filled her to the brim.
Nico’s username popped up like a flare in the flood of messages, his font color custom and unmistakable, a signature so distinct it silenced the noise around it, dragging her attention straight to him like a reflex she couldn’t unlearn.
NicoKnowsU tipped $500
Don’t cum yet. I just tipped for control and the remote's mine for ten minutes. Sit on that dildo and ride it for us, nice and slow. Let them see how good you take it, but hold it in, baby I want you aching for it when the timer runs out.
Ari froze, lips parted around a half-caught breath as the toy throbbed once, then twice, harder now, calibrated with a precision she knew meant Nico had already synced his settings. The chat exploded in a wave of caps-locked cheers, emojis flying, tokens raining in at a rate she hadn’t seen since her last top-five night. Her screen lit with alerts. The Lovense surged again. The pressure coiled high and tight in her pelvis, and her thighs quivered as she leaned forward, gripping the arms of her chair to ground herself.
"That’s a hell of a tip for some self-control," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat as the Lovense buzzed harder and the dildo stretched deeper inside her, the mic picking up every shift of air, every wet squelch, every strained gasp as she gripped the arms of the chair tighter and moaned low in her throat. "Fuck—feels so full," she groaned, half-laughing as her hips bucked against the pressure, her thighs quivering from the slow grind. "You want me stuffed and begging, huh? Wanna see me break? Not yet, not yet—oh fuck, it’s deep—too deep—" she panted, her voice riding the edge of a whimper as the next wave hit and she bit down on her lip so hard she tasted copper.
C’mon, MamaAri, let’s see you hold it.
Ten minutes? That’s cruel.
She’s shaking already. No way she lasts.
"You bastards want me to explode on cam, huh?" Ari gasped between giggles and groans, her words slurring with heat as she clawed at the arms of her chair, her voice catching in the back of her throat just as the next setting pulsed hard and deep inside her. "Fuuuuck—fuck—y-you hear that? That’s Nico turning me inside out," she moaned, her hips twitching forward and back, rocking through the pressure as the vibrations dug in low and unrelenting. "You filthy fucking pervs, you love this shit—mmmhhgod it’s so much," she whimpered, her voice cracking over a needy pant as the dildo shifted deeper with her movement.
Make her scream, Nico!
Ride it, Mama. Don’t stop.
She’s dripping. Look at that chair.
"Y-you’re gonna make me drown this chair, you assholes," she choked out with a wet laugh, her belly jumping tight under her hands as another tremor pulled through her like a wire being drawn back. Her nipples were aching, skin flushed, her thighs trembling with the effort to stay grounded while her whole body cried out to give in. "Oh god—oh fffuck, it’s so deep—I can’t, I can’t hold—" she groaned, breath hitching as her voice pitched into a higher register, the kind of sound that had the chat lighting up again with chants and token drops.
The buzz locked into a rhythm that wasn’t fast but carved deep, every throb pulling her tighter, stretching her slick and swollen, her belly full and aching while under it all, something shifted again low and hard, a swelling pressure rooted so deep and slow it made her breath catch, not from vibration or stretch, but from the unmistakable shift of her body softening and yielding, starting to open from the inside out.
Nine minutes had passed, and Ari’s whole body felt strung out on the edge of something molten, every muscle clenched, her belly a taut, throbbing dome that pulsed in time with the brutal vibrations between her legs. Her nipples were flushed and painfully stiff, poking through her thin cropped tee as she rocked gently in her chair, eyes fluttering shut and breath stuttering with every pulse that rolled up her spine.
"Fuck—fuck, I can’t—oh god, I’m not gonna last," she panted, her voice thick and ragged, barely getting the words out between moans. "You guys see what you’re doing to me? My belly’s hard as a fucking rock—fuck, my tits hurt—Nico, I’m gonna—"
You’ve done good, baby. Cum for us.
Nico’s message hit like a permission slip signed in fire, and the second she saw it, her whole body bucked forward with a sob, the kind of release that stole her breath and sent a thick spray arcing from between her legs. The camera caught the edge of it as it hit the lens, blurring the shot with a flash of fluid and steam.
"Shit—fuck, sorry—" she laughed breathlessly, her thighs still shaking as she leaned forward, wiping the lens with the hem of her shirt, her other hand steadying herself against the back of the chair. She moaned low as she lifted herself carefully, easing off the thick dildo with a wet gasp, her body clenching as she pulled the Lovense from her slick folds, both toys coated and twitching with residual pulses.
The chat was chaos—strings of emojis, endless tips, commands overlapping pleas—none of it coherent but all of it worshipful.
She stood for a second, chest heaving, legs wobbling as she set the toys down out of frame. Her hand just started to reach for the towel on her desk when her whole body pitched forward with a low gasp, a gush of clear fluid splashing down her thighs and onto the floor in a sudden, unmistakable rush.
"Oh—oh shit, fuck, that was—my water just—"
She didn’t finish the sentence.
Her knees buckled and she stumbled back into the chair with a soft grunt, gripping the arms as her legs fell open instinctively, her breath caught in her throat as she looked down between them.
"Oh fuck—the head’s right there—he’s coming, oh my god—he’s coming right now—"
The chat exploded again, faster than she could read, a wall of all-caps, hearts, moans typed out in rows, money flying like confetti in the ticker. Ari couldn’t look away from the screen, couldn’t lift her hands from the arms of the chair, couldn’t move except to pant and groan and ride the next wave curling down her spine like a live wire snapping loose.
NicoKnowsU tipped $500
Start pushing for us, baby. Show them how you bring him into the world. Show them everything.
Her breath hitched and she whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as her knees spread wider, her heels bracing against the carpet as her back curled around the massive ball of her belly, taut and round and hanging so low between her thighs that it nearly touched the seat. She felt the pressure shift down, not just inside her but everywhere, as if her hips had unlocked and her spine was hanging by threads.
"Hnnnnnng—ahhhh fuck, okay, okay—" she groaned, bearing down with a breathy moan as her hands slid down to grip behind her thighs, holding herself open. The sound she made was sharp and wet and drawn out, high at first and then deeper, a growl punched out of her as the pressure built harder against her opening.
The head didn’t just slide—it pressed and stretched, her lips pulled wide around it, her clit swollen and throbbing just above, twitching with every heartbeat. Her belly jumped and clenched visibly, skin taut and glossy with sweat, the heavy weight of it resting against her legs like an anchor, rocking as she bore down.
Fuck she’s really doing it
Push mama push
Stretch that pussy for us
Let him out!
Her voice cracked as she gasped, "He’s stuck, fuck, he’s right there, I can feel it—oh god it’s burning—"
NicoKnowsU tipped $500
Play with your clit and nipples for us while you push. Keep those hands moving. You can take it, baby. You're perfect.
Her hand shook as she obeyed, one sliding down her belly, skimming over the stretched skin to find her clit, the other curling under her shirt to roll her nipple between slick fingers. She sobbed at the sensation, a twisted blend of pleasure and primal pain that made her thighs tremble and her hips jerk.
"Ffffuck—ahhh—hahhh—nnnnnngghhh!" she cried, curling over her belly again and pushing with everything she had, her fingers never stopping, her mouth open and gasping as the head finally slipped past the thickest point, her body pulsing around it.
More tips flooded in.
You’re amazing
Oh my god it’s out it’s out
Keep going mama he’s almost here!
Her toes curled into the carpet and she groaned louder, another deep, guttural push tearing out of her throat as her body bowed forward, her fingers digging into the arms of the chair. "Nnnnghh—so close—fuck—he’s so big—" she whimpered, her voice catching as her belly tightened rock-solid once more, the weight of it pressing low and hard between her thighs. Sweat dripped from her chin, her nipples rigid under her shirt, each breath a wheezing pant that turned into a high keen with every inch the baby moved.
"You fucking see this? You see how wide I’m stretching for you? Ghhhaaahhh—g-god yes—push—push—" she babbled, her hands sliding again to her clit and nipple, dragging rough circles against sensitive flesh as the baby slid lower, her cunt stretched wide and twitching around the huge crown. "Ohhh—nggggh—fuck, Nico—he’s almost—"
Her head snapped back and she screamed, every muscle locking as the rest of the baby tore free in one slippery gush, landing with a heavy thud and splat onto the carpet between her spread thighs, fluid pouring from her with a second rush.
And in that same moment her body shook, clamped down, and she came hard, a sobbing scream tumbling out of her as her orgasm crashed over her, hips jerking, toes curling, pussy still twitching around nothing as she rode it out, staring dazed at the newborn laid out beneath her.
The chat was on fire.
And she couldn’t stop shaking.
Her whole body felt hollowed out and fire-lit, her chest still heaving as her legs trembled open around the sticky mess between them, breath coming in hot, shallow bursts while her eyes stayed fixed on the wet, red-skinned baby lying between her thighs. His arms twitched. His mouth opened wide with a soft gasp. He was crying now, barely, but enough.
Ari blinked hard, a sob catching at the back of her throat not exactly from fear, nor from pain, but from the overwhelming, earth-splitting thing she'd just done in front of hundreds of people, live, raw, unfiltered, and still trickling fluid down her thighs.
"Fuck—fuck—he's perfect," she whispered, voice cracking with emotion as she leaned forward shakily, gathering the baby in her arms, her belly soft and heavy against his weight, still flushed and sensitive. The chat had slowed but was still steady, comments flashing one after the other.
You did it
I’m crying holy shit
That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen
He’s so big omg
I just came
Nico tipped again.
Clean up, baby. Let them see you.
She laughed, wet and broken and real, dragging the towel from beside her chair and gently wiping between her legs first, then the floor, one hand never leaving the baby’s back as he settled against her chest, skin to skin. She leaned toward the camera and adjusted it slowly, bringing her flushed, tear-smeared face into view.
"That was..." she started, but didn’t finish. Her throat closed up around the words. Her eyes were shining.
Another tip rolled in.
We love you, MamaAri. Rest now.
She kissed the baby’s damp forehead and whispered, just barely loud enough for the mic to catch it, "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to meet you."
Then she ended the stream.
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Holy fuck!!!! I think its close to pushing time! I don't want to push...my midwife is stuck in traffic. I can't stop my body from pushing though.....oh fuck, I don't think shes gonna make it!
Something is seriously starting to happen. I woke up from a nap yesterday looking full term. Now I am having contractions! Is anyone available to help?
(This is the end of what I filmed for this sequence. It’s my first time doing a more long form-ish labor. Hope you enjoyed it! Also thank y’all so much for the kind comments and asks to help me through!)
Resting your head on your arms, you sway back and forth at the pain of each contraction. The thought of clothing on your body, irritated you, but you were more concerned about easing the swelling bump that has overtaken your body.
The tight, constrained tank top, in all the right places just let your bump protrude. The shorts that were obviously too tight for you right now, squeezing your ass in the right places.
“Here…comes….another….” You mumble through panting breaths. You keep rocking your hips and checking your shorts for any signs of wetness. The contractions only getting stronger, you know it will be time soon, but you can’t move. The feeling of standstill just feels too nice.
You spread your legs further and bend over more, the pressure only building on to your pussy. You know you want this to be over, but the feeling of birthing out something ~ can feel more pleasurable than you’d like it to be.
At this point, you know the head is going to crown. You push every 5 minutes, at this point it feels like an eternity. Looking down at your shorts, you finally notice a bulge and know at any moment - your shorts will catch what your body is pushing out.
You cup the bulge through your shorts, rubbing the side of your pussy lips through each contraction. “Oh….g….oooo….d — f - uck” you stammer through the moaning and groaning, one of intense pain and the other is pleasure. As you grip your pussy even tighter, you orgasm and give birth at the same time.
Imagine you're deep in labor with your enormous, oversized, posterior baby.
This hasn't come as a surprise. You've known what was going to happen for months now, and you and your partner have planned for this extensively. Still, though, it's one thing to make plans for this in the cold light of day, and quite another to actually endure it.
"Theeeeere you go, just like that for me." He supports you from your side, holding you close while you moan through a punishing contraction. "Just let your body open up. You're doing so good right now." A C-section is off the table, so you're definitely going to need forceps. Still, you don't need them just yet, so, for now, you can labor in your own birth suite before you need to go to the delivery room.
"Nnnnnh- Fuck- Pressure-" You feel your contraction peak as a bowling ball settles between your hips.
"Alright, spread your legs nice and wide for me." Your partner settles himself between your thighs as that weight drops even more, until it feels like your pelvis is splitting apart.
"Now, give me a hard push- I need a hard, hard push, okay?" He presses back on your legs, and you curl forward and scream with the effort as you give in to your body's urges. "There you go. And again for me-" You curl forward again, giving everything you have and then some to bear down on the huge mass in your hips. "And again-" More screaming, more pushing, more of the same desperate struggle through the overwhelming pressure. "Again-" You push one more time, fighting hard to move your baby down just a little more, bearing down with every bit of your strength until you slump back on the bed at the end of the contraction.
You push just like that through the next contraction, and the next, and the next, and the next… You struggle for what feels like hours as he mops your sweat and kisses your forehead and holds your hand and tells you again and again just how well you're doing, that you're so, so perfect like this. You feel the endless pressure crash over you more times than you can count, like your womb is trying to crush you to death, like your hips are so full you're about to crack open, like you're pushing so hard you're going to turn inside out. He presses his fingers inside you over and over again, reporting with excitement on every millimeter of progress as you work your baby down until, finally, he watches your lips start to bulge just a little. He spreads you open with his fingers and-
"Oh my God, I can see the head!"
You fall back against the pillow in relief. This is it! You're doing it! You were so afraid you wouldn't be able to get this baby out on your own, but now- "Alright, push again for me." You curl forward with renewed energy, determined to push as long and as hard as it takes to have your baby right here. "Good! Good! Come on, hard push for me!" You cry out again as you bear down onto the mass in your hips, as you give in completely to the huge pressure deep inside you, struggling as long and as hard as you can until your body forces you to breathe.
"There you go! Push again for me!" You give another huge effort, bearing down with everything you have while he watches the head intently for any sign of movement. "One more, okay? Come on, have our baby!" You throw your head back with the effort, squeezing your eyes shut and gritting your teeth as you try to force that huge weight in your hips just a little farther down. You don't even have to notice the look of sympathy on his face to know you haven't gotten anywhere - you can feel the head wedged deep inside you, stuck, if anything, even worse than before.
Still, the thought of the "delivery room" makes your stomach turn. You know what's in there. Stirrups, drapes, catheters and masks, forceps, scissors, and needles, bright lights and antiseptic and harsh metal. If you give in, you'll be spread-eagled, cut, pried open, and- Yeah, you don't want to go in there. You shake your head to his questioning eyebrow.
"Alright. Get these wide open for me." He presses your legs back as far as they'll go, and you hold them there while you feel the pressure build to more than you can stand. "Give me big pushes now. Hard as you can, okay?" You do. You push long and hard, again and again, struggling through the whole contraction without feeling the head move a bit. You fight to catch your breath and, before you know it, that pressure is crushing you again, taking your breath away as you desperately bear down against the obstacle lodged in your hips. Your belly clamps down and lets go and clamps down one more time as you pull back your legs, pushing with tears streaming from your eyes as you feel every bit of your effort ultimately wasted, as you feel your baby's head stuck hard inside you no matter how much you push.
"Alright." Your partner takes your hand tightly in his. "I think you're ready now-"
"NO! No- Please- I can't-" You can feel tears running from your eyes.
"Shhhhhhh, you're okay, you're okay." He pulls your head against his chest, and you can feel his fingers in your hair. "I'm here for you, but this head's just not going to come out on its own." You choke out a sob against his neck. "I'm sorry. You're going to need the delivery room eventually." Another cry. "But we can push right here as long as you need to. We won't go until you're ready, okay?"
No! It's not okay! It's the opposite of okay! Why can't he see that you don't want- "Nnnnnh-" You're cut off by another surge of pressure as your belly contracts again.
"Come on, hard pushes for me. Let it alllllll out." Your body doesn't give you a choice as you bear down, a feral animal giving in to instinct as you struggle with your stuck baby. You're no better with the next contraction either, giving a huge desperate push down into your hips that gets you exactly nowhere, nor with the one after that while your partner waits patiently, telling you, "Go ahead and push, we're not in a hurry", and "Don't worry, we can take as long as you need."
You hang your head forward and pull your legs back, fighting your way through the contractions one after the other. You feel pain and cramping, then pressure, so much fucking pressure, and then you push, and scream, and push again, and scream again. Then, a few quick moments to catch your breath, to feel yourself tired and soaked in sweat, clinging tight to his hand before it all starts again. You just want the nightmare to end. You'll do whatever it takes to get your baby out, anything to stay out of the delivery room, but there's nothing you can do. You feel the contractions come and the pressure crush you and you pushpushpushpushpush with everything you have, but the head stays right where it is.
Nothing you do seems to help. You try squatting and feel the pressure get somehow even worse as the head rides down in your pelvis, as you push again and again with brutal, uncontrolled fury. For a while it feels almost like you're making progress, so you suffer your way through the endless, punishing contractions, squatting and pushing like your life depends on it- at least until your partner checks you and finds out that all you've been doing is wedging the head inside you even more. You try pushing on your hands and knees, feeling your belly weighing you down like a stone. You try standing to push, and find that your legs can't even support your weight. You try getting on your back again, and find that your baby is just as stuck as before.
You're not sure how long it goes on, the endless haze of cramping and pressure and pushing, growing more and more exhausted with each desperate, struggling effort, but eventually things reach a breaking point.
"Hey-" Your partner nudges you back to awareness. "Look at me." He manages to catch your gaze. "You need the delivery room." At this point, you're too tired to argue.
"I'll call ahead - we'll need a wheelchair, too." Fortunately, there's one nearby for just such an occurrence. You moan with discomfort as he helps you into the wheelchair and you feel it force your legs closer together, and he can see the dread radiating off you as you make the short trip to the delivery room. "Shhhhh, you're okay. You're okay." You sink back in fear as you catch sight of the doors. "You're going to meet our baby soon! Just think of that, okay? You're going to meet our baby." He gives your hand a short squeeze before he wheels you into the room.
It's just like you expected - a large obstetrical table at the center of the room, a spotlight pointed directly between the stirrups, trays of gleaming metal instruments, the doctor and nurses in surgical scrubs, and you the star of the show. "Alright, we'll get you set up on the table here and then we can get started!" The nurses get started on the preparations, and they go just as you feared. Stirrups, drapes, mask, catheter, spotlight, more and more restraints… You catch a brief glimpse of the doctor, an older man beneath his mask and gown, as he runs through your chart. "Let's see here… Significant macrosomia, persistent occiput posterior expected - and confirmed - scheduled forceps delivery, pushed for… how long?" "About four hours since the head came down." Your partner checks the time, and the doctor raises his eyebrows. "This is pretty much a textbook 'undeliverable', but I'm sure you had your reasons."
The nurses finish their preparations, spreading the stirrups wide apart as the doctor approaches. You can feel his gloved finger trail along your lips for a moment before pushing inside, feeling for the position of the head. Apparently satisfied, he reaches for the forceps, and you watch as he takes a moment to coat them in lube before he takes his position between your legs.
"Alright, just take a deep breath in-" You hear your partner's voice beside you as you feel a burning, stinging coldness between your legs. You can feel everything as the doctor levers the hard metal inside you, pushing in deep and sweeping into place. "And let it out, there you go." You feel weak, shaky as you grip his hand for dear life. "And breathe in-" More stinging pain, more hard metal pressing, twisting deep inside, sweeping into position. "And out." You let out your breath, and-
"Oh, FUCK-" You feel the blades lock together around the head, forcing you open somehow even wider inside. "I can't-"
"Shhhhhhhh. Yes you can. I know you can, okay? Just a little longer." Your tear-filled eyes meet his for a moment, until you're interrupted by the cramping in your belly.
"Alright. Hard push with this one." The doctor tugs gently on the head as one of the nurses adjusts the stirrups a little wider. "Hard push for me now."
You feel the fullness in your hips finally overwhelm you as you curl forward and bear down against the crushing, unbearable pressure of your contraction. You don't even have the breath to scream as you feel yourself slowly opening up, as you feel the head bulling forward bit by bit, burning more and more with the doctor's steady pulling.
"Come on. Cooooome on. Have our baby now." Your partner grips your hand tightly, and you do your best to focus on his words, on his touch, rather than what you can feel between your legs.
You can feel the pressure crushing you, making you drive down against the baby stuck inside you with all your might. You push with a fierce, desperate intensity, gritting your teeth through the burn that grows worse and worse as the harsh metal tools drag your baby forward. Eventually, your concentration fails, and you cry out as the head forces your lips apart wider and wider, as you're forced to stretch so unbearably far for your oversized child.
"Push through it, okay? Just push through it! You're doing so good right now!"
As though you could do anything else, with your belly crushing the breath out of you, with the huge baby wedged deep in your pelvis, with every cell in your body screaming at you to push and push and push even more. You scream again as you give everything you have to try to get your baby out, fighting against the stirrups and the straps holding you down as you feel yourself pried open even further before you collapse onto the bed again.
"There you go, theeeeeere you go." Your partner's voice cuts through your weeping as the contraction fades. "Just hold on, okay? I know you can do this." You're not so sure as you fight to catch your breath, as you tuck your head beneath his chin and press your face against his chest, but your body isn't giving you a choice. All too soon, you feel that familiar cramping tightness, feel that same desperate pressure building up in your hips.
"Alright, push just like that with the next one." You can hear the voice coming from between your spread thighs, see the light glinting off the metal wedged so tightly inside you. "That's it, hard as you can. I'm going to pull-" You let out a cry of pain as the burning between your legs flares all at once. "Push. You need to push now."
You grit your teeth as the pressure finally overwhelms you, screaming internally as you feel the forceps steadily prying you open more and more, as you lose any semblance of control, bearing down on instinct as your opening catches fire. All you can do is just try to let it happen, to try to focus on the warmth of your partner's hand, on his words in your ear as your lips stretch and stretch and burn for the head.
"I know it hurts, I know. Just have our baby, I'm right here for you."
You can't make it stop. Can't slow it down. All you can do is hold on and try not to scream. You're almost doubled over with the force of your pushing, with your body's involuntary, desperate effort to force your child out right this second, feeling the relentless, steady pull of the forceps dragging the head out towards the world. You can feel the fire catching between your legs as your most sensitive place stretches wider and wider with no end in sight.
"Little more now, just a little more. I know you can do this."
Eventually, your resolve breaks down. You scream, long and wordless even as you still can't help but bear down with all your might. It's all just too much, the unbearable, agonizing pressure, the brutal cramping in your midsection, the inferno growing worse and worse as you're mercilessly pried open with cold, clinical efficiency. It's just more than you can take as you cry out again and again, as you push and scream and cling on for dear life, feeling the head open you more than you could possibly imagine until your contraction finally lets you go.
"PLEASE- PLEASE- I CAN'T-" You give your partner a wild, desperate look. "IT HURTS- I CAN'T-"
"Shhhhhhhh, you're okay, I've got you. You're going to have our baby now."
The doctor keeps a tight grip on the forceps and stops the head from receding. You fight to catch your breath while you're forced to stretch so wide open, struggling through every bit of the burning those harsh metal tools inflict on you. Through it all, the doctor can see your clit as stiff and ready as ever, standing proud over the stretched-tight circle of your lips around the head.
"Here we go now-" The doctor watches your belly start to harden once again. "You should crown with this contraction."
Relief and dread wash over you in equal measure. One one hand, you're that much closer to the end. On the other, this is going to get worse before it gets better. In the end, it doesn't matter - your baby is coming out no matter what you think. You feel your partner's hand tighten around yours as the pressure builds again, as your belly does its best to crush you once more.
"Alright, hard push for me now-" You start bearing down long before he says anything. "There we go. Let's have this baby."
"BURNING- FUCK- IT BURNS-" You feel the doctor start to pull with the forceps, feel yourself forced open wider and wider around the huge, hard mass of the head, feel your lips stretching more and more and more, pried open mercilessy no matter how much it hurts. You try to fight against the restraints, to squirm away, to buck your hips, but it doesn't matter. You can't stop pushing, can't stop stretching, can't stop screaming- "MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE!"
"You're tearing just a little now. We'll take this niiiiice and slow, okay?"
His words fall on deaf ears as you push with everything you have to just get this over with, to just have your baby whatever the consequences, but the doctor keeps a tight grip on the forceps, easing the head out of you inch by brutal inch. "GET IT OUT- GET IT OUT- GET IT OUT-" You scream, and struggle, and bear down as hard as you can, but none of it makes a difference - you're forced all the way open as the doctor pulls your baby out of you in a textbook medical procedure.
"Annnnnnnd, that's a crown! Nice and slow, just like that."
"GETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOUTGETITOUT-" You push again and again in huge, desperate surges, struggling in uncontrolled, animal panic as you feel yourself slowly splitting open, as you beg and scream and fight against the forceps delivering your baby. The head is barely moving inside you- the doctor maneuvers as carefully as he can, leaving you stuck stretching and burning and crying out again and again at the endless, inescapable ring of fire.
"Come on, just a little more now. Just a little bit more."
"GET IT OUUUUUUUUUT-" You writhe on the bed, frantic and desperate as you bear down like your life depends on it, pushing until your breath fails you, then pushing again, and again, and again. "PLEASE! GET IT OUT!" You nearly crush your partner's hand in a white-knuckled grip as your entire world shrinks down to the searing, blazing circle between your legs, to your frantic, futile effort to just split your lips open and get the head out while your baby is slowly, methodically extracted.
"Almost there now- Allllllmost-"
"PLEASE- PLEASE- PLEASE- PLEASE-" You're reduced to a begging, sobbing wreck, pushing involuntarily with your legs held open as wide as they'll go, a whole roomful of people staring intently at the titanic bulge forcing you open, at the medical instruments making you cry out again and again. "PLEASE JUST GET IT OUT-" You feel the head pulled forward so, so slowly, just a little bit at a time, dragged out of your most sensitive place in an endless, burning agony. You throw your head back and give one long, wordless scream as the doctor pulls again, as the forceps hold you all the way open, as-
"And, there's the head!"
"That's it! You did it! You did so, so good!" You collapse back against your partner, sobbing in relief. He takes you in his arms and you press your head against his chest, doing your best to shut out the world for just a little while.
The world, though, isn't quite done with you yet.
You hear a click the doctor unlocks the forceps, and you wince just a little as you feel him probe a finger around the edge of your opening. "Alright, looks like… bilateral labial tears, then a midline tear as well." You don't want to think about that right now. "They don't look too bad, though." His finger probes deeper, and you wince again. "And, nice rotation from the shoulders- We should be good to go!"
You try to hide from this, to just bury your face in your partner's arms and escape, but your body won't let you. No matter what you want, you feel the next contraction coming, feel the pressure start to crush you again. You just want this over with. With a few fresh tears in your eyes, you curl forward once more as you give in to the pressure.
"This is it! Push, and have our baby!"
You push. You squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth and push with furious, desperate intensity. You feel the shoulders shift forward, feel them bulge outwards more and more, feel them stuck there for a single, horrifying moment-
"Alright, let's have these shoulders."
You feel the burning explode between your legs as the doctor pulls down on the head, growing worse and worse as you struggle with the size of your baby. "GET IT OUT!" You feel yourself stretching even more as the upper shoulder comes, forcing you wide open as the doctor starts to pull up. "GET! IT! OUT!" You push desperately as you feel the lower shoulder coming, pushing with everything you have as you feel a fire blazing between your legs. "AAAAAAAAA-" The shoulders come slow as you scream your way through the pain, as you bear down with a huge, final effort. Your body jerks as you give one last push for the hips before you're left shuddering and gasping and so, so blessedly empty.
After a moment, you feel something heavy and warm and wet placed on your chest.
"Oh my God!"
You open your eyes, and look down to see your baby. Neither of you say anything as you stare in wonder at the life you created together, but you don't need to. You're both already counting down the days until you'll do this again.
