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30 minutes daily preggo sketch no. 83. Naked version available on my Patreon blog to all patrons.
30 minutes daily preggo sketch no. 84.
Birth partner with a difference
Jolie paced around her living room, this was crazy, was she crazy? Her hand went to her baby bump, she knew a lot of people thought she was crazy. She was 5 months pregnant, and had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 4 years. But it wasnât because of the break up that she was nervous, it was because of the next person who was due to move in. Her family all lived on the other side of the world, so worried she would struggle without support during the rest of her pregnancy and labour. She pointed out she had survived the last 2 months on her own, but they insisted on sending someone.
This someone was called Samantha her mother had found her on the internet, she was a professional pregnancy and labour coach. Apparently she had been a surrogate for 10 years, so although she had no children of her own she was experienced in pregnancy and birth. It seemed this woman now offered to support single woman like Jolie though there pregnancy and births, today was just a introductory meeting. Her family had promised her all she had to do is meet Samantha, and if she didnât like her then the fact she had tried was enough. So Jolie had booked the appointment, knowing she already knew her answer.
But she was still nervous, she wondered what this woman would be like. Jolie guessed this woman was going to be in her late 40âČs, only stopped being a surrogate when she could no longer produce children. Maybe she was 50 and had hit menopause, now she couldnât make money carrying children for woman she now made her money advising them instead. Jolie guessed she must be like a footballer, now she was too old to play she now was the manager.
Jolieâs doorbell rang and to her surprise the woman who she opened the door too only looked a few years older then her, she wore a big puffy coat and a bright smile. âHi Iâm Samantha, can I come in?â
As soon as Jolie let her in Samantha went into the living room, âI guess we should get straight too it, what do you want to know? I have been told you are not keen on the idea, so I guess the best way is for you to ask me question so you can be sure either wayâ.Â
Jolie hadnât expected Samantha to be so direct, she didnât even take her coat off. âUmm I guess you could start by telling me what you would be doing? I mean are you like a nurse?â
âSo Iâm not fully medically trained, but I am trained in helping women give birth if you wanted a home birth with just me. But if we went into a hospital I would just be like any other friend or family member, I would had you over to there medical team and would be there for support.â
âRight so your mainly here for the birth?â Jolie asked.
âNo Iâm also here for you during the rest of your pregnancy, I would move in and I would be as hands on as you wanted. Itâs all depending on what you want, I can be just here in case you need anything or can be reminding you to take your vitamins and hold your hand during scansâ.
Jolie looked at Samantha, she was an attractive woman and seemed to be genuinely a nice person. Her family had offered to pay her fee and it would give them reassurance, what harm could this woman do? âOkay Iâm in, when can you start?â
âIâll get my stuff from the carâ Samantha said with a smile, Jolie helped her bring in a few of the boxes. When they finished taking all her suitcases to the spare room, she took her coat off. It was then Jolie noticed she had a tiny pot belly, she wondered if it was from all the pregnancies or was she still a surrogate? Could she be working two jobs at once?
Samantha saw that Jolie had noticed her belly, âdonât worry like I explained to your family, it wonât affect my work with you and I am due a month after you.â
âDoesnât the person who you are carrying it for mind?â Jolie asked.
Samantha looked at Jolie puzzled and then understood, âOh right, no no. Iâm no longer a surrogate, this is my baby. I decided to have a child using a friend, he isnât going to be the father or anything, he just helped me out. But enough about me, all that matters is this wonât affect my workâ.
Jolie didnât want to admit it but over the next few weeks having Samantha around really did make a difference, she was able to answer any questions and was generally great company. It seemed they both had not only there pregnancies in common, but they both had similar interests.Â
In a way Jolie got so used to Samantha being in her life it was like she had always been there, she felt so close to her never feeling silly when she asked a question. She wished she had felt this close to her ex, maybe then they would of stayed together.Â
But that was ridiculous to think because what was done was done, and anyway Samantha was female and Jolie was straight. Actually this had become an issue because both women couldnât deny the chemistry, both mentally and physically they were attracted to each other. Samantha had told Jolie she was into women early on, Jolie had to keep reminding herself she was straight.
Now that Jolie was 6 months pregnant, Samantha was daily rubbing oils into her bump and giving her back messages. They could both feel the desire as the women were both in there underwear, touching each other.
But the breaking point came one night when they were discussing why Samantha had decided to have a baby of her own, she had waited for a partner and found it so hard to watch others create a family. She had longed for the child in her womb to be herâs just once, so she went for it. Jolie had to fight to not tell Samantha she would be there woman for her.Â
When Jolie then spoke about her passionless relationship with her ex, how he told her if she left he would not recognise the child as his own. Samantha wanted to take Jolie in her arms and tell her she would never leave, but she knew she would when Jolie had the baby. Jolie would never feel the same, she knew better then to fall for a straight girl.Â
They gave each other a hug and Jolie moans slightly as one of her sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of her top, she hadnât put a bra on today. The jolt had woken her sleeping baby, she rubbed her belly trying to sooth it. Samantha joined in leaning over to help rub Jolieâs blossoming belly, there faces were so close to each other. Neither of then true knew who kissed who, but there lips like magnets locked together. As they kissed they both seances the other was enjoying it, so there bodies melted together.Â
Samantha held the bottom of Jolieâs top and when they separated the pulled it up and over her head, she smiles when she saw Jolieâs bare breasts. She looked into Jolieâs eyes, making sure she was comfortable with it before kissing her neck and starting to make sweet love to her on the sofa.
That night opened a door neither of them wanted to close, the next morning they both worried the other would think it was a mistake. Until they looked at each other, and knew that they felt the same for each other. That morning Samantha contacted Jolieâs family, she explained how things had changed between them. So now she didnât feel comfortable taking there money, not when she didnât see Jolie as a client anymore. They tried to insist on paying still but she refused, she wanted to help and support Jolie as an equal.Â
Over the next 3 months there relationship grew and they fell deeper and deeper in love with each other, as they arranged there birth plans Jolie knew she wanted to birth her child into her lovers arms. Whilst Samantha wanted to go to the hospital as she doubted she could look after herself whilst in labour and wanted pain relief if needed.
â
âNnnnaaaaaaahhhhâ Jolie groaned, she was now a week overdue and clutching her large rock-hard belly.Â
âBreath though it, thatâs itâ Samantha told her as she waddled over.Â
Jolie tried to remember the breathing techniques Samantha taught her, but it was hard now she was in pain. These contractions were getting worse, it wasnât just pain it was pressure that she was trying to withstand. âHuff huff hooo huff huff hoooâ Jolie panted.
Giving her belly a loving stroke, Samantha separated Jolieâs knees so she would spread her legs. As Samantha checked her, Jolie knew her pussy would look more swollen and not as inviting as the last time she had been down there. Even though that had been less then a week ago, Jolie was just glad this baby was finally on itâs way. But before Jolie could be checked she moaned as a contraction hit hard, âohhhh ohh ohh ohhhhhhhâ. She hoped the pain would pass soon, these contractions were getting so close together and were lasting longer.Â
Once Samantha was sure the contraction was over she ran a light finger over Jolieâs lips, then slipped 2 finger between the moist folds of her sensitive vagina. Jolie tensed and took deep breaths as Samantha used her gloved fingers to check her dilation, she could feel the spongy bag of waters was still intact. âYouâre 9 cmâsâ Samantha told her sliding her fingers out as gently as she could, âit wonât be long now, you are almost ready to start pushingâ.Â
âReally? But my waters havenât even broken yet, I donât think Iâm.. ohhh ohhh owwwwâ. Jolie curled up on the bed in pain, Samantha was starting to get sympathy contractions she felt so much for her. She got on the bed and snuggled close, their large bellies straining against each other. Samantha could feel with her own belly the contractions in Jolieâs were getting intense.Â
Jolie moaned and howled in pain until she couldnât take it anymore, âOhhh ohh I need too, ohhh I need to pushâ. Samantha didnât need to check her she knew from the sound she was making she was ready. So she gave her the go ahead, and repositioned herself ready to guide her. Jolie bore down and a gush of amniotic fluid burst from her, all the pressure made it speed out of her all at once. âOhhhh gaahhhhhhhhhhâ, Jolie moaned as she pushed clutching the plastic sheet under her.Â
âThat it, keep pushingâ Samantha encouraged, Jolie was already beginning to bulge and stretch. At this rate it wasnât going to be long before the babyâs head would be crowning. Samantha was right, with the next push the child started to come out of Jolie. âI can see the baby, youâre almost thereâ, Samantha told her.
Jolie used her hand to feel and was amazed as she felt the babyâs head pushing against her, she birth more of the baby into her own hand.Â
âDonât stop, push againâ, instructed Samantha. She could see the head emerging from the woman she loved, she was so proud and felt so emotional. She even felt the pain of another sympathy contraction, whist Jolie felt the pain of forcing a child out of her.
When the babyâs head slipped out, Samantha was positioned between Jolieâs legs. She supported the head, as Jolie rested before trying to push out the rest of the body.Â
Suddenly Samantha felt a cramping in her stomach, this one made her feel a pressure within and made her whole belly tense up. She didnât need this right now, but she knew this was the beginning of her own labour. She had to focus on Jolie, then she would go to the hospital for her own birth.
âUgggggggghhhhh, I need to push,â Jolie moaned.Â
âDo it, Iâm right here ready to catch the baby. One more push and youâre gonna be a mama.â she promised. As Jolie released the child from her, Samantha felt a her belly get very tight very fast before all the pressure released from her with a gush. As she caught the baby her waters that just broke soaked the sheet beneath her, she knew she had to focus on Jolie and not think about her own labour. She had to get though this without worrying her and then once she was settled they could all go to the hospital for her birth.Â
Jolie lay back tired from her birth, her sonâs cry filling the room. Samantha handed him to his mother before tying up and cutting the cord, she helped her birth the placenta whilst still dealing with her own contractions. She had to just keep her mind off it thatâs all, but she could feel the baby was already ready to be born. She knew that she didnât have time to get to the hospital, she was about to tell Jolie but she looked so peaceful holding her son.Â
Her body tensed, âIâm going to have a bath, my back is playing upâ she said, not waiting for Jolie to respond before walking towards the ensuite.Â
âOkay, Iâm just gonna watch our little oneâ she said not taking his eyes off the newborn. Jolie despite being in pain Canât Help But smile that child was refured to as theres.
Once she had closed the door Samantha let out her first moan as quietly as she could, she rubbed her contracting belly âOhhhhhh baby you wanted to get in on the action did you?â She now knew those sympathy pains she felt whist helping Jolie, must have been her in labour also. She felt like a fool, she had put herself in such a difficult position.Â
As she began to fill the bath she found the wait agonising, âgaaaahhhhhhhh hoo hoooâ she moaned knowing this really wasnât gonna take long. She needed to squat, she held tight to the side of the bath. They were just getting stronger, she wished she had told Jolie now needed her to just comfort her though this. Taking off her clothes was difficult to say the least, the amniotic fluid made her legging and panties stick to her. Â
But once she lowered herself into the warm bathwater she breathed out in relief, she was so used to giving birth to other peopleâs babies. She was used to them making all the decisions whist she just did as she was told, now it was all up to her it was overwhelming. Her contractions were less painful now in the water but they still hit her hard and were almost on top of each other, she groaned letting each one progress her further along. She had to start pushing actively now, her body was already trying to take over inching the child forward down her birth canal.Â
Soon she was feeling the baby moving closer to her opening, she could do this she could birth this baby. She hoped Jolie would understand when she left the bathroom with her own newborn, she kept pushing each time she got the urge. She put her leg over the side of the bath to try and get her legs as wide apart as possible, it took a long time but eventually she felt the head start to bulge. âNnnnghâ she moaned no longer caring about volume control, but that was a mistake because Jolie didnât even knock she just rushed in to see if she was okay.Â
âOh my god you went into labor whilst having a bath?â she asked
âYeahâ Samantha lied
âwhy didnât you call for me?â she asked coming closer
âI thought you were busyâ
âyouâre having a baby!â Jolie pointed out
Samantha responded by reacting to her contraction âNaaaaggghhhhhâ, she could feel the babyâs head spreading her further. The pain around where the head was emerging continued, but now Jolie knelt beside her telling her she was amazing. It wasnât the powerful drugs the hospital provided, but the love from her woman was still a powerful force again the pain.
Slipping her hand into the water Jolie pressed her hands against her lovers belly as another contraction hit, Samanthaâs stomach became rock hard. âYou really havenât got much time till the child is hereâ.
And as if in response the urge to push gripped Samantha, ânaaaaggghhhhhâ. Once it stopped she pressing lightly against her lower belly, she could feel the baby squirming, trying to make its exit. Reaching down lower she could feel the bulging of the babyâs head lower spreading her lips, and the straining skin of her lips taunt under her fingers.
âOh the child, gaaaaahhhhhh itâs so close to crowningâ she says as she leaned her head back on the edge of the tub. âOhhhhhhhh Jolie it hurts and Iâm tired.â She moaned, it took so much out of her to help Jolie as she labored and gave birth. She was happy to do it, but ideally not the have to give birth to her own child straight after.
âYou must be frustrated and exhausted, but we will get through it.â Jolie said.
The idea of pushing the rest of the baby out was going to be tiring, but she knew that this child was a gift. â I could never be frustrated by the birth of my own child, ohhhhhh gaaaaaaahhhhhhhhâ. She moaned as she felt the urge to push return, she felt sensation that was all to familiar as the babyâs head emerged from her body.
She cradled her belly pulling closer as she pushed, was desperate to get the baby out as quickly as possible. She was exhausted and just wanting the little one in her arms, the head was almost filling out. âUghhhh gaaaaahhhhhhâ with one last push the babyâs head slid and was between her legs.
âJust a little more,â her lover encouraged. She couldnât wait for there family to be complete.
Samantha bore down feeling the babyâs shoulders squeeze out of her, she felt the shoulders spread her wide. She gasped trying to force the child out of her, squeezing Jolieâs hand as she pushed until the baby slid out. Reaching down, she carefully grasped it and brought it to the surface.
âItâs a boy, we have boyâsâ Jolie said.
Later that evening they lay together with their sleeping children, they joked there children were like twins being born on the same day. They loved each other and both the children, they knew they had many good things on the horizon.
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Birth partner with a difference
Jolie paced around her living room, this was crazy, was she crazy? Her hand went to her baby bump, she knew a lot of people thought she was crazy. She was 5 months pregnant, and had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 4 years. But it wasnât because of the break up that she was nervous, it was because of the next person who was due to move in. Her family all lived on the other side of the world, so worried she would struggle without support during the rest of her pregnancy and labour. She pointed out she had survived the last 2 months on her own, but they insisted on sending someone.
This someone was called Samantha her mother had found her on the internet, she was a professional pregnancy and labour coach. Apparently she had been a surrogate for 10 years, so although she had no children of her own she was experienced in pregnancy and birth. It seemed this woman now offered to support single woman like Jolie though there pregnancy and births, today was just a introductory meeting. Her family had promised her all she had to do is meet Samantha, and if she didnât like her then the fact she had tried was enough. So Jolie had booked the appointment, knowing she already knew her answer.
But she was still nervous, she wondered what this woman would be like. Jolie guessed this woman was going to be in her late 40âČs, only stopped being a surrogate when she could no longer produce children. Maybe she was 50 and had hit menopause, now she couldnât make money carrying children for woman she now made her money advising them instead. Jolie guessed she must be like a footballer, now she was too old to play she now was the manager.
Jolieâs doorbell rang and to her surprise the woman who she opened the door too only looked a few years older then her, she wore a big puffy coat and a bright smile. âHi Iâm Samantha, can I come in?â
As soon as Jolie let her in Samantha went into the living room, âI guess we should get straight too it, what do you want to know? I have been told you are not keen on the idea, so I guess the best way is for you to ask me question so you can be sure either wayâ.Â
Jolie hadnât expected Samantha to be so direct, she didnât even take her coat off. âUmm I guess you could start by telling me what you would be doing? I mean are you like a nurse?â
âSo Iâm not fully medically trained, but I am trained in helping women give birth if you wanted a home birth with just me. But if we went into a hospital I would just be like any other friend or family member, I would had you over to there medical team and would be there for support.â
âRight so your mainly here for the birth?â Jolie asked.
âNo Iâm also here for you during the rest of your pregnancy, I would move in and I would be as hands on as you wanted. Itâs all depending on what you want, I can be just here in case you need anything or can be reminding you to take your vitamins and hold your hand during scansâ.
Jolie looked at Samantha, she was an attractive woman and seemed to be genuinely a nice person. Her family had offered to pay her fee and it would give them reassurance, what harm could this woman do? âOkay Iâm in, when can you start?â
âIâll get my stuff from the carâ Samantha said with a smile, Jolie helped her bring in a few of the boxes. When they finished taking all her suitcases to the spare room, she took her coat off. It was then Jolie noticed she had a tiny pot belly, she wondered if it was from all the pregnancies or was she still a surrogate? Could she be working two jobs at once?
Samantha saw that Jolie had noticed her belly, âdonât worry like I explained to your family, it wonât affect my work with you and I am due a month after you.â
âDoesnât the person who you are carrying it for mind?â Jolie asked.
Samantha looked at Jolie puzzled and then understood, âOh right, no no. Iâm no longer a surrogate, this is my baby. I decided to have a child using a friend, he isnât going to be the father or anything, he just helped me out. But enough about me, all that matters is this wonât affect my workâ.
Jolie didnât want to admit it but over the next few weeks having Samantha around really did make a difference, she was able to answer any questions and was generally great company. It seemed they both had not only there pregnancies in common, but they both had similar interests.Â
In a way Jolie got so used to Samantha being in her life it was like she had always been there, she felt so close to her never feeling silly when she asked a question. She wished she had felt this close to her ex, maybe then they would of stayed together.Â
But that was ridiculous to think because what was done was done, and anyway Samantha was female and Jolie was straight. Actually this had become an issue because both women couldnât deny the chemistry, both mentally and physically they were attracted to each other. Samantha had told Jolie she was into women early on, Jolie had to keep reminding herself she was straight.
Now that Jolie was 6 months pregnant, Samantha was daily rubbing oils into her bump and giving her back messages. They could both feel the desire as the women were both in there underwear, touching each other.
But the breaking point came one night when they were discussing why Samantha had decided to have a baby of her own, she had waited for a partner and found it so hard to watch others create a family. She had longed for the child in her womb to be herâs just once, so she went for it. Jolie had to fight to not tell Samantha she would be there woman for her.Â
When Jolie then spoke about her passionless relationship with her ex, how he told her if she left he would not recognise the child as his own. Samantha wanted to take Jolie in her arms and tell her she would never leave, but she knew she would when Jolie had the baby. Jolie would never feel the same, she knew better then to fall for a straight girl.Â
They gave each other a hug and Jolie moans slightly as one of her sensitive nipples rubbed against the fabric of her top, she hadnât put a bra on today. The jolt had woken her sleeping baby, she rubbed her belly trying to sooth it. Samantha joined in leaning over to help rub Jolieâs blossoming belly, there faces were so close to each other. Neither of then true knew who kissed who, but there lips like magnets locked together. As they kissed they both seances the other was enjoying it, so there bodies melted together.Â
Samantha held the bottom of Jolieâs top and when they separated the pulled it up and over her head, she smiles when she saw Jolieâs bare breasts. She looked into Jolieâs eyes, making sure she was comfortable with it before kissing her neck and starting to make sweet love to her on the sofa.
That night opened a door neither of them wanted to close, the next morning they both worried the other would think it was a mistake. Until they looked at each other, and knew that they felt the same for each other. That morning Samantha contacted Jolieâs family, she explained how things had changed between them. So now she didnât feel comfortable taking there money, not when she didnât see Jolie as a client anymore. They tried to insist on paying still but she refused, she wanted to help and support Jolie as an equal.Â
Over the next 3 months there relationship grew and they fell deeper and deeper in love with each other, as they arranged there birth plans Jolie knew she wanted to birth her child into her lovers arms. Whilst Samantha wanted to go to the hospital as she doubted she could look after herself whilst in labour and wanted pain relief if needed.
â
âNnnnaaaaaaahhhhâ Jolie groaned, she was now a week overdue and clutching her large rock-hard belly.Â
âBreath though it, thatâs itâ Samantha told her as she waddled over.Â
Jolie tried to remember the breathing techniques Samantha taught her, but it was hard now she was in pain. These contractions were getting worse, it wasnât just pain it was pressure that she was trying to withstand. âHuff huff hooo huff huff hoooâ Jolie panted.
Giving her belly a loving stroke, Samantha separated Jolieâs knees so she would spread her legs. As Samantha checked her, Jolie knew her pussy would look more swollen and not as inviting as the last time she had been down there. Even though that had been less then a week ago, Jolie was just glad this baby was finally on itâs way. But before Jolie could be checked she moaned as a contraction hit hard, âohhhh ohh ohh ohhhhhhhâ. She hoped the pain would pass soon, these contractions were getting so close together and were lasting longer.Â
Once Samantha was sure the contraction was over she ran a light finger over Jolieâs lips, then slipped 2 finger between the moist folds of her sensitive vagina. Jolie tensed and took deep breaths as Samantha used her gloved fingers to check her dilation, she could feel the spongy bag of waters was still intact. âYouâre 9 cmâsâ Samantha told her sliding her fingers out as gently as she could, âit wonât be long now, you are almost ready to start pushingâ.Â
âReally? But my waters havenât even broken yet, I donât think Iâm.. ohhh ohhh owwwwâ. Jolie curled up on the bed in pain, Samantha was starting to get sympathy contractions she felt so much for her. She got on the bed and snuggled close, their large bellies straining against each other. Samantha could feel with her own belly the contractions in Jolieâs were getting intense.Â
Jolie moaned and howled in pain until she couldnât take it anymore, âOhhh ohh I need too, ohhh I need to pushâ. Samantha didnât need to check her she knew from the sound she was making she was ready. So she gave her the go ahead, and repositioned herself ready to guide her. Jolie bore down and a gush of amniotic fluid burst from her, all the pressure made it speed out of her all at once. âOhhhh gaahhhhhhhhhhâ, Jolie moaned as she pushed clutching the plastic sheet under her.Â
âThat it, keep pushingâ Samantha encouraged, Jolie was already beginning to bulge and stretch. At this rate it wasnât going to be long before the babyâs head would be crowning. Samantha was right, with the next push the child started to come out of Jolie. âI can see the baby, youâre almost thereâ, Samantha told her.
Jolie used her hand to feel and was amazed as she felt the babyâs head pushing against her, she birth more of the baby into her own hand.Â
âDonât stop, push againâ, instructed Samantha. She could see the head emerging from the woman she loved, she was so proud and felt so emotional. She even felt the pain of another sympathy contraction, whist Jolie felt the pain of forcing a child out of her.
When the babyâs head slipped out, Samantha was positioned between Jolieâs legs. She supported the head, as Jolie rested before trying to push out the rest of the body.Â
Suddenly Samantha felt a cramping in her stomach, this one made her feel a pressure within and made her whole belly tense up. She didnât need this right now, but she knew this was the beginning of her own labour. She had to focus on Jolie, then she would go to the hospital for her own birth.
âUgggggggghhhhh, I need to push,â Jolie moaned.Â
âDo it, Iâm right here ready to catch the baby. One more push and youâre gonna be a mama.â she promised. As Jolie released the child from her, Samantha felt a her belly get very tight very fast before all the pressure released from her with a gush. As she caught the baby her waters that just broke soaked the sheet beneath her, she knew she had to focus on Jolie and not think about her own labour. She had to get though this without worrying her and then once she was settled they could all go to the hospital for her birth.Â
Jolie lay back tired from her birth, her sonâs cry filling the room. Samantha handed him to his mother before tying up and cutting the cord, she helped her birth the placenta whilst still dealing with her own contractions. She had to just keep her mind off it thatâs all, but she could feel the baby was already ready to be born. She knew that she didnât have time to get to the hospital, she was about to tell Jolie but she looked so peaceful holding her son.Â
Her body tensed, âIâm going to have a bath, my back is playing upâ she said, not waiting for Jolie to respond before walking towards the ensuite.Â
âOkay, Iâm just gonna watch our little oneâ she said not taking his eyes off the newborn. Jolie despite being in pain Canât Help But smile that child was refured to as theres.
Once she had closed the door Samantha let out her first moan as quietly as she could, she rubbed her contracting belly âOhhhhhh baby you wanted to get in on the action did you?â She now knew those sympathy pains she felt whist helping Jolie, must have been her in labour also. She felt like a fool, she had put herself in such a difficult position.Â
As she began to fill the bath she found the wait agonising, âgaaaahhhhhhhh hoo hoooâ she moaned knowing this really wasnât gonna take long. She needed to squat, she held tight to the side of the bath. They were just getting stronger, she wished she had told Jolie now needed her to just comfort her though this. Taking off her clothes was difficult to say the least, the amniotic fluid made her legging and panties stick to her. Â
But once she lowered herself into the warm bathwater she breathed out in relief, she was so used to giving birth to other peopleâs babies. She was used to them making all the decisions whist she just did as she was told, now it was all up to her it was overwhelming. Her contractions were less painful now in the water but they still hit her hard and were almost on top of each other, she groaned letting each one progress her further along. She had to start pushing actively now, her body was already trying to take over inching the child forward down her birth canal.Â
Soon she was feeling the baby moving closer to her opening, she could do this she could birth this baby. She hoped Jolie would understand when she left the bathroom with her own newborn, she kept pushing each time she got the urge. She put her leg over the side of the bath to try and get her legs as wide apart as possible, it took a long time but eventually she felt the head start to bulge. âNnnnghâ she moaned no longer caring about volume control, but that was a mistake because Jolie didnât even knock she just rushed in to see if she was okay.Â
âOh my god you went into labor whilst having a bath?â she asked
âYeahâ Samantha lied
âwhy didnât you call for me?â she asked coming closer
âI thought you were busyâ
âyouâre having a baby!â Jolie pointed out
Samantha responded by reacting to her contraction âNaaaaggghhhhhâ, she could feel the babyâs head spreading her further. The pain around where the head was emerging continued, but now Jolie knelt beside her telling her she was amazing. It wasnât the powerful drugs the hospital provided, but the love from her woman was still a powerful force again the pain.
Slipping her hand into the water Jolie pressed her hands against her lovers belly as another contraction hit, Samanthaâs stomach became rock hard. âYou really havenât got much time till the child is hereâ.
And as if in response the urge to push gripped Samantha, ânaaaaggghhhhhâ. Once it stopped she pressing lightly against her lower belly, she could feel the baby squirming, trying to make its exit. Reaching down lower she could feel the bulging of the babyâs head lower spreading her lips, and the straining skin of her lips taunt under her fingers.
âOh the child, gaaaaahhhhhh itâs so close to crowningâ she says as she leaned her head back on the edge of the tub. âOhhhhhhhh Jolie it hurts and Iâm tired.â She moaned, it took so much out of her to help Jolie as she labored and gave birth. She was happy to do it, but ideally not the have to give birth to her own child straight after.
âYou must be frustrated and exhausted, but we will get through it.â Jolie said.
The idea of pushing the rest of the baby out was going to be tiring, but she knew that this child was a gift. â I could never be frustrated by the birth of my own child, ohhhhhh gaaaaaaahhhhhhhhâ. She moaned as she felt the urge to push return, she felt sensation that was all to familiar as the babyâs head emerged from her body.
She cradled her belly pulling closer as she pushed, was desperate to get the baby out as quickly as possible. She was exhausted and just wanting the little one in her arms, the head was almost filling out. âUghhhh gaaaaahhhhhhâ with one last push the babyâs head slid and was between her legs.
âJust a little more,â her lover encouraged. She couldnât wait for there family to be complete.
Samantha bore down feeling the babyâs shoulders squeeze out of her, she felt the shoulders spread her wide. She gasped trying to force the child out of her, squeezing Jolieâs hand as she pushed until the baby slid out. Reaching down, she carefully grasped it and brought it to the surface.
âItâs a boy, we have boyâsâ Jolie said.
Later that evening they lay together with their sleeping children, they joked there children were like twins being born on the same day. They loved each other and both the children, they knew they had many good things on the horizon.
Here it is!! Babyâs first pushing audio (pun intended.) HUGE VOLUME WARNING, I cannot emphasize how much this turns into just screaming. I thought it was gonna be tamer but I got possessed by the power of birth or something. I do plan to create tamer/sexier ones in the future, so if me blowing my voice out isnât your thing then donât worry.Â
Incredible pushing sounds!!
Jamie Presslyâs huge twin bump!
Three very oldskool drawings from a childrenâs book explaining what pregnancy and birth is like. I remember being 6-7 years old when I first saw this and recently re-discovered it thanks to a post on https://thebirthfetishforum.com I now know where my preference for mommies wearing long socks while they give birth comes from ;)
Doctorâs Fetish
WARNING: GRAPHIC THEMES INCLUDING BIRTH AND SEX. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK Â Â Demetra groaned, rolling onto her side and tucking a pillow under her huge, pregnant belly. She rubbed the taunt, firm skin, her middle filled with unwanted life.
  This was the tenth time she had been impregnated.
  She lived in a birthing facility, where she was only a number, a womb to impregnate and a hole to birth children for those who bought the offspring.
  She was nothing but a birthing whore.
  This was her most numerous pregnancy, with three babies filling up her womb, stretching it out to its huge size. No man had put them there, and never had. She could still feel the cold metal of the large rod that the doctors here had inserted into her, pushing it past her cervix with little effort, not caring for her wellbeing or the pain it caused, and shot a impossible amount of male seed into her fertile womb. It had spilled down her slit, soaked the table under her, and still they pumped more and more into her, until her fallopian tubes were full of hot cum.
  Now triplets were growing inside her.
  But not for much longer.
  She was due any day, and then the painful process would begin.
  The pressure was killing her, and everything hurt. Her ankles were swollen to the point of bruising and her knees felt weak whenever she stood. Her breasts were engorged, filled with the milk the children need to survive, and her nipples were raw from the milking the technicians did on a daily basis. Not to mention the odd pain that came when her children shifted inside her and began to kick each other.
  The huge, iron door of her white, sterile cell creaked open and a nurse stepped in, wheeling in a wheelchair for her.
  âTime to go, 243,â the nurse beamed.
  Demetra groaned, her face twisting with misery. âNo, please,â she pled, rubbing her belly. âNot again.â
  âCome on, now, 243,â the nurse encouraged, her face never dropping her wide smile. âWe need to get these assets to their owners.â
  Two hulking men came in, dressed in navy jumpsuits, and picked her up from the bed. They carried her swollen form over to the chair and sat her down, all while she began to cry.
  Salty tears ran down her cheeks. She didnât want to go through this again. Birthing one child was hard enough; two was torture, three? Oh, three was going to break her. She didnât want to do this, but what she wanted didnât matter. What mattered was the profit the company was going to make from the three fleshy masses growing inside her.
  She was sobbing the whole way to the birthing room, pleading with them to just leave her alone.
  âHush, now,â the nurse smiled, her tone artificial. âBirthing children is a wonderful expierence.â
  Demetra choked on the next sob, forcing her knees together instinctively. She knew that the doctor that attended to her would violate her. He would reach into her, feeling around her fleshy, swollen tunnel, judging where she was in her labour.
  It always hurt. The doctors were always rough, mean and aggressive. They usually tore her walls, making her bleed even before her cervix was forced open.
  The nurse then wheeled her into the birthing room. It was a mostly bare room, with three incubators on the left and what was known as the âhot seatâ was to the right.
  It was just a stand of bars, really, with no padding or any form of comfort. Two poles, which were about her shoulder height, were bolted to the floor. A horizontal bar stretched above the top and another sat between the top of the bar and the floor. Shackles for her ankles were attached to the poles above the floor and shackles for her wrists sat on the poles just bellow the top bar.
  Two machines were next to it. One was a milking machine, with suction cups that would be attached to her breasts and send her milk into a giant vat somewhere in the facility. The other machine had two purposes; the first was to induce labour with a water enema and then it would go into her womb, suction cupping onto her babyâs head when its head was finally descended into her cunt, and then it would begin to pull. Sometimes slowly, sometimes so fast that it tore her. It all depended on the patience of the doctor.
  âNo please!â Demetra cried out one last time, gripping the arms rests on the wheelchair she sat in and sunk down. âI donât want to do this again!â
  They ignored her; the two men in jumpsuits lifted her up again and put her in the âhot seatâ getting her in a squatting position, hovering over the floor, her feet in the shackles. They wrapped her arms around the top of the top pole and then bolted them in place.
  Demetra was now unable to move, unable to bare down with her contractions. Her belly hung down in front of her, big and swollen as it was suspended from her hips.
  The final insult was that she was stripped, completely naked, her puffy vag exposed completely and her swollen stomach pale and naked as it hung down.
  The nurse then ushered the two hulking men out and then stepped up the Demetra, a huge, mocking grin still on her face. She grabbed the milking machine, pulling it a bit closer and, one by one, attached the suction cups to her nipples.
  It hurt, causing Demetra to cry out as her raw nipples were squeezed and then sucked.
  Then the nurse went behind her, taking hold of the enema machine and pressing the insertion device against her rear. She then flicked a switch, leaving the room and it all began.
  The machine slowly, agonizingly, pushed itself into her ass, increasing the duress on her already pressurized womb. Then it began to hum, pumping water into her rectum, ballooning it, forcing it to press against her full uterus.
  The duress in her parturient middle was only growing worse. Her children pressed forward, being shifted by the liquid in her anus, and were running out of room fast.
  She watched as her gravid stomach inched out a bit, the pressure murder against her cervix. She could feel one of the babyâs head pressing down, trying to force her opening apart to escape into the world.
  She sobbed in misery, feeling bloated and taxed to the max as the enema continued to expand inside her colon.
  âOh god,â she groaned, tears streaking down her cheeks, she bit her lip, feeling her cervix bulging down slowly, her shut opening not budging much as her babyâs head continued to press down.
  But finally there was some relief. She heard a small pop from inside her fertile stomach, and she moaned, amniotic splashing to the floor in a mess.
  âOh, I see Iâve arrived just in time,â A man in a doctorâs coat cooed, coming in through the double doors. âYouâre labour has started.â
  He was young, about the same age as her, and handsome. Most of the doctors were old and ugly, but this was a refreshing face. However, Demetra was still wary and afraid, even as his gentle grey eyes watched her from behind his thin-rimmed glasses and even as he knelt down behind her, removing the enema machine and draining the fluid.
  She huffed with relief.
  âThat must feel so much better,â he smiled gently, touching the small of her back.
  She moaned, taking pleasure in his gentle touch. Most of the pressure was gone, but soon she was having contractions, the cramps bearing down on her parturient middle, the skin of her taunt stomach rippling as her muscles pushed her first baby into her cervix.
  She groaned, leaning forward only slightly, her face twisting in agony. The baby inside her kept pressing down, even as the doctor idly moved about the room, readying towels and blankets for the babies. It pushed the opening of her womb outward, bulging it and parting it slowly as she cried out in agony.
  âSh, sh,â the grey eyed doctor hushed, coming over to stroke her cheeks. âIâm here.â
  Demetra looked up at him, shocked that someone in this facility was actually caring for her. She was oddly comforted by him, his presence, even as multiple contractions rolled through her rotund belly, her first triplet forcing its way passed her tight cervix.
  âThatâs it,â he encouraged, kneeling down behind her to examine her birthing sex. âLet your body push the baby down.â
  She closed her eyes, gasping through another spasm. It burned, the head feeling so big inside her, bigger than any child she had birthed before, but she tried to bear down, to speed it up.
  She wanted it over with.
  Suddenly she felt the doctorâs fingers inside her fleshy tunnel. He poked up, feeling where the baby was inside and the subtly wiggled his fingers, getting a soft moan from Demetraâs throat.
  âHeâs almost passed your cervix,â he assured. âOne more push.â
  And push she did. She pushed a bit harder than before, and finally the head slipped into her tunnel.
  âOh,â Demetra groaned, rolling her head around, enjoying the relief.
  âBeautiful,â the doctor commented.
  Soon she was pushing again, feeling her baby sliding down her birth canal, sending mixed signals up her spine. She was in intense, searing pain, but as the baby slipped down, pressing against her delicate walls, she was aroused. It felt good as her child descended downward, toward her swollen entrance.
  Then the head was bearing down on the swollen lips. She continued to push, her mid-drift rippling with each muscle spasm and force.
  âItâs crowning,â the doctor smiled. âYouâre doing so well.â
  âIt hurts,â Demetra sobbed, tears still on her cheeks.
  âI know,â he said coolly, cupping one hand on her gender and placing the other on her hip. âBut Iâm here for you, just keep going.â
  She was, again, oddly comforted by this and bore down, her pregnant vagina slowly opening around the scalp of her triplet.
  âKeep going,â he urged, rubbing her side now, the fingers of his other hand just barely brushing her clit.
  She moaned, liking his touching, but bit her lip, not wanting to say anything in fear that he would stop. She pushed down again, inching out the babyâs head with each push.
  Then, abruptly, the head popped out, another gush of fluids splatting to the floor.
  âNow the shoulders,â the dirty blond doctor smiled as she pushed down again, popping out the shoulders.
  The cry of the child then hit the air and Demetra was giving a moment of rest as the doctor took him away, cutting the cord and cleaning him up before laying him down in one of the heated beds across the room. The baby was wrapped in a blue blanket, a small, white hat on his head as he slept, and his birth mother delivered his placenta with a grotesque slopping noise and a bit of blood.
  She panted, moaning as the contractions eased up, but were still rolling through her midsection.
  She still had two to force into the world.
  The doctor came back over to her and kissed her forehead. âYou did wonderfully. The next two will be a bit easier.â He stroked her golden brown hair, brushing it back and around her neck. Some of it was clumped up in rattails from the sweat she had been producing through her first labour.
  âAre you okay with me touching your belly?â he asked, thumbing her cheek.
  She nodded a bit, in awe of him. She watched as he knelt down in front of her, his hands lying on her ballooned stomach. He slowly began to rub the sides of her taunt belly, sighing through his nose as he enjoyed the soft feeling of her firm, hot skin. His face scrunched up into a pleased look, his lips turning up as his nose brushed against the skin.
  He slowly leaned forward, his lips touching her firm skin, kissing around her navel gently.
  Demetra moaned, leaning her hips toward his mouth. She was enjoying this; his kisses were soft and loving, taking her mind off the contractions and spasms that moved through her huge, full stomach.
  She hardly even noticed when her second water broke and fell to the floor, a bit red from her last birth.
  âGood girl,â he whispered against her skin. âYouâre so beautiful like this. So lovely filled with life and in labour.â
  Demetra blushed at his words, biting her lip as he kissed from her navel, down her stomach. A shiver rolled up her spine and a quiet moan escaped her.
  The doctor smiled. âWhatâs your name, love?â
  She gulped, answering slowly. âD-demetraâŠâ
  âWell, Demetra,â he smiled up at her, âhas anyone told you that youâre beautiful pregnant?â
  She shook her head. âNo.â
  âThatâs too bad,â he frowned. âBut Iâm going to make up for that.â
  Demetra felt the second babyâs head shoving against her abused cervix and she bore down, the head surging forward, stopping halfway down.
  Behind her, the doctor was knelling down, staring at her pregnant and abused pussy. Fluid and blood slipped down out of her slit, leaking to the floor with a slow drip! as they kissed the floor.
  The aroma was heavenly to him, musky and coppery as he leaned forward, his tongue reaching forward to lick up her sore folds.
  He moaned, his hands going around her hips to her distended stomach again, the taste sublime on his moist muscle.
  The birthing woman moaned, curling forward as much as she could. Oh! His kisses were bliss on her aching cunt, and she kept moaning, trying to press her hips back into his mouth.
  The doctor ate her out gently, even as she pushed, her second baby moving quickly down her fleshy tunnel. He groped her sensitive, with child middle the whole time, making her shiver with delight. When he felt the scalp with his tongue, he withdrew, opting instead to seal his lips around her clit, sucking hungrily as the baby continued to press forward.
  Her cunny began to bulge out again, her feminine petals splitting open, wide and straining, fluids spilling down.
  He quickly went down to lap them up, moaning loudly as the taste landed on his tongue again.
  âDemetra, baby, you taste so good,â he huffed out, his dress pants tenting.
  âDonât stop, Doctor,â she gasped, enjoying this way more than she should. But it was distracting her from the pain.
  âMy name is Nick,â he murmured. âCall me Nick.â
  âDonât stop, Nick.â
  He obliged, licking around the babyâs scalp, smiling when she shivered and moaned, or cried out, her cunt shoving the babyâs head further out.
  And soon the babyâs head was squirted out, the shoulders practically tumbling forward because of the slick wetness of her aroused gender.
  Nick smiled, holding the baby girl in his arms as she cried, cleaning her up. âYou did wonderfully, Demetra.â He laid the baby in the second crib, wrapped in pink, and came back over to the woman. âNow we just need to wait for the third.â
  And wait they did. They waited for nearly thirty minutes and no progress was made.
  Nick sighed, rubbing her belly. âSeems this one is being difficult.â He had since removed the milking machine, knowing that her reserves were low and her breasts had shrunk quite a bit.
  âWe may have to get more aggressive.â
  His words made her worry, and it showed on her face.
  âDonât worry,â he smiled, coming over to her on the âhot seatâ. âIt wonât hurt, I promise.â
  He released her from the bars, helping her down and rubbing her back softly.
  She looked up at him with wide eyes. âWhat are you going to do to me?â
  âOnly if you let me,â he murmured, taking her hands in his. âIâll make love to you, get you to cum like you did before, but a bit stronger, and that should start up labour again.â
  âWâwhat?â Demetra stared at him, her brown eyes wide. âThat actually works?â
  Dr. Nick chuckled, talking hold of her arms. âYes, it does. But its effectiveness varies.â
  Demetra bit her lip, her birthing tunnel tightening ever so slightly. For some reason, the idea of this doctor bending over and stuffing him cock into her just sent shivers up and down her back. She swore she felt her walls grow wetter, even though they were already soaked with birthing fluids, her cum and his saliva. Plus the way he had touched her stomach, stroking the sensitive, tight skin had driven her nuts, and when he kissed around her navel⊠Oh! There were no words she could used to describe that feeling.
  She looked down at her big, round stomach. âOkayâŠâ
  Nick smiled, kissing her head. âThank you, my sweet. And after this one is out of you,â he dragged his hand up the middle of her tummy, âIâll take you away from here.â
  âWait, what?â She asked, staring up at him again, her brows knitting together. âYouâre going to take me away from his place?â
  âIs that what you want?â
  âOh God, yes!â She cried out. âPlease!â
  He smiled at her, brushing her long hair behind her ears. âOf course. Youâre beautiful and itâs a shame that this is what they want to do with you,â he explained. âPlus, you never get to see your children grow up, never been a mother in the proper sense. Youâve never been loved, and I want to give you all of that.â
  âOhâŠâ She didnât know what to say. Having a proper life with maybe a family sound so nice, even though she would have to birth those children herself⊠But he would be the one to put them there, not a machine, and he would love her, like he was loving her now.
  âI would like that.â
  âGood. Now, bend over by the bars, use them for support.â
  She did as instructed, going over to the âhot seatâ and bending, her large belly forcing her to spread her leg in a wide stance. Her puffy vulva was on display for him to see, dripping still with birthing fluid and blood, gleaming in the bright lights. Her legs were streaked with it, too, dribbling down her tan skin.
  She heard Nick moan, knowing that his manhood was probably rock hard. Then, after a zip! he was in her.
  He felt smaller that a babyâs head, but he still filled that tunnel of hers so well. The thick, veined texture of his cock was mesmerising, slipping in and out of her, hitting nerves that made her moan and gasp.
  And the best part was his, sleek, uncut, wet head. It kept slipping passed her opened cervix, the foreskin rolling and causing such a wonderful force.
  âOh my,â he gasped, his balls swaying and kissing her clit, âIâm getting passed your cervixâŠâ He groaned low in his throat, pumping a bit harder. âIt feel so⊠amazing!â
  She panted in agreement, her grip on the bars tightening as the air filled with the squelching noises that came with each thrust into her wet cunt. His hands fell to her belly, cradling it in his large, gentle hands. One index finger began to wiggle around in her stretched naval, causing her to arch her back, pressing her rotund stomach firmly into his awaiting hands.
  Her cumming was building up quick, his shaft massaging her cervix so well. She panted, her body vibrating with pleasure as she pushed her ass up into the air, set up on her tiptoes as he drove into her, feeling her birthing tunnel coming down around him.
  It was bliss, even as they came together, yelping with the strength of orgasm.
  It only took a few minutes for her to feel it.
  Demetra groaned, pressing a hand to her belly. Her gravid middle tightened up again, a small pop! Sounding from within her again as a gush of amniotic fluid once again spilled from her gender.
  It splashed along her smooth legs, creating a mess of her lower half as she stood in the puddle.
  âNick,â she called, panting for a different reason before her face scrunched up in pain. âItâs coming.â
  He hushed her softly, fixing himself up. âIâm right here. Just get comfortable.â
  She shifted then, moving into a squat and using the lower bar to steady herself as she felt her final baby against her cervix.
  The head forced its way down, stretching out her abused and fucked cervix. At least it didnât feel as bad as it did the first time. She panted, grunting as the head kept coming down, and then popping free and falling into the birth canal.
  âAlmost there, sweety,â Nick cooed, his hand s ready to catch the falling child.
  She pushed again and again, and soon her lips were stretching open again, her childâs head bulging her gender toward the floor. Soon, the head was free and she was shoving the shoulders out into the world.
  Demetra croaked, her stomach deflated and another child in Nickâs arms.
  âWonderful darling,â he smiled, his eyes gleaming. âIâll get him cleaned up and then we can go home.â
  Nothing sounded better.
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