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Hut Birth

Contents: Natural birth to triplets, lesbian fpreg, supportive and experienced birth partners, natural birth to large babies, intense, implied hyper belly

It had just passed 5 in the morning, the orange sun barely shining through a small opening in the hut. Wyome was lying flat on the mattress, her stomach visible in her sight, a ball of light-blue, patterned fabric. She was making deep breaths, in and out, her girlfriend, Nascha, by her side, gently stroking her stomach. She’d been in labour since around half 3, but it wasn’t as bad as this, only a few occasional contractions.

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OVERDUE SURROGATE PART 2

(Surrogate mother, quads (already 1/4), 43 weeks overdue, home birth, hard labor, breech birth, birth in the shower, filming, in!!st, lactation, walking around, yoga ball, standing, shower)

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We returned to the living room. Katie held the baby in her arms while you supported me, I could only waddle very slowly next to you. My legs were very tender from the long and difficult labor and delivery so far. And there were still three babies left. My belly was still huge, not a bit smaller from finally having a baby. My body was still dripping with water, as was the abundance of milk from my breasts, but no one thought to put the breast pumps back in. I felt you caress my huge belly as you drove. "You were incredible, baby girl" You said with a wide smile and I felt you rub my protruding belly button and push it in a little. "It was so sexy when your sister's huge head got stuck in your tight pussy... I always knew how perfect you would be to carry my babies." I saw the pride in your eyes and finally this was what I wanted. To make you happy. "I'm glad...that you're satisfied, daddy" I replied, breathing hard, moving my legs, but I had to hold on to you tightly. My pussy was so sore, it hurt so much after I pushed out the huge baby. But I had no idea that I was almost completely tight again. "I'm scared about the breech baby, daddy..." I confessed and looked up at you. We stopped and you turned to face me, your hands immediately slid to the sides of my huge belly and you slowly rubbed the gigantic ball, you reached down a little and rubbed my lower belly where the skin was really tight. "I can't wait to hear your screams again. As you are unable to give birth to my breech baby... As he is stuck inside you again. But you need to know, baby girl, that only natural birth is possible for you... No c-section or episiotomy.." You warned me and looked down. My huge, overdue belly pressed against your cock and you loved the feeling. You continued to stroke it to feel the three babies left inside, then you leaned over and kissed me.

I wanted to sit down in the living room, I felt so heavy from all the movement. But Katie came back after putting the baby in a cradle. "No, sweetie. You have to stand so I can see the baby" She ordered me and took the ultrasound in her hands. "But... but I want to sit down, I'm so tired.." I asked with wide eyes, sighing tiredly. But she motioned for you to support me, so you stood behind me and hugged me over my belly. I groaned in frustration and my head fell against your chest. Your wife knelt in front of me and soon pressed it over my pussy, rubbing the gel in as she did so. She studied the monitor carefully and sighed heavily. "Your knees are all bent too. And it's really big, it's going to be hard to push it out, little girl." She explained. "Maybe a little movement would help him get into a better position. We'll move, okay?" Katie smiled and I nodded hard. The first baby's head was incredibly hard to push out, and in this position it will only be harder... Suddenly I moaned a little louder and squeezed your arms. You immediately leaned down to me. "What's wrong, babe?" You whispered in my ear and immediately rubbed my huge belly. "New... new contraction" I said painfully, tears welling up and my nails digging into your skin. I started blowing and my belly became completely hard and tense. My stepmother also rubbed my belly and kissed it for a long time. "Deep breath, sweetie. Take a deep breath. Your contractions are really strong..." She leaned down to my belly button and gave it another kiss. I groaned loudly again, my face turning red, but I couldn't breathe properly, I was just gasping for air.

You slowly stroked my huge belly, harder than ever from contractions, and looked down at me with awe. You could hardly believe that after three babies, this wonderful state of mine would end. All you could think about was when you would get me pregnant again, because you loved watching your own daughter pregnant with your babies. And you knew very well that I wouldn't have objected. I couldn't say no when I saw how much you and your wife wanted children, you always wanted a big family, but Katie wasn't capable of that. I, on the other hand, turned out to be extremely fertile. I felt you kiss my shoulder and lean in to my ear. "Shh, Babe... you've done it once. You only need three more..." You whispered in my ear and your hands kept circling my huge belly. I needed you to hold me, I moaned with the contractions. Then I felt my stepmom's hand touch my swollen and sore pussy. "I'm going to check if the baby is at your cervix, okay, sweetie?" She smiled at me and my legs bent as she started to push her fingers inside me. We both saw the shock on hee face, and I could feel her fingers having a particularly hard time sliding inside me. She swallowed hard and looked up at you. "It's completely tight again, like before the birth, it's like your cervix has narrowed to 2 centimeters." She shook h3r head in surprise, because even she had never seen anything like this. You looked down at me, knowing full well that for a breech baby it would be best if I could dilate as much as possible. But now I was completely tight again. "Now... now do we have to wait for me to dilate again? With these contractions?" I asked, panting and wide eyed. Katie looked up at me regretfully and slowly rubbed my belly. "I'm sorry, sweetie, but I do. You're going to have to dilate again to push this breech baby out. I know you'll be fine." Her hands were already rubbing my belly and she kissed my belly button. "You're going to be beautiful when our baby's butt first comes out of your pussy, spreading your little pussy wider than it has ever been before."

After my contractions were over, I turned to you, panting, I could barely stand on my feet. You supported my waist, while your wife brought me the yoga ball. At first, that also helped me dilate a little. You helped me sit on it, then you positioned yourself behind me and started stroking my thighs. You looked down and watched with pleasure as I slowly bounced and the babies above me kicked loudly. My belly was so distended and tense that every little movement was visible. Meanwhile, Katie brought the baby here and now I finally had time to look closely, she was a very fat little one but such a beautiful little girl. She had already dressed her and I held her in my arms. I immediately started breastfeeding her and your hand also slid to the baby to help you hold her. "My daughter will hold my daughter" You grinned proudly and your hand slid onto my belly again, you could barely keep it away, you simply loved holding it. "And my first sons and even a daughter are in there... And of course you never know how many more there will be... I hope there will be many more.." I felt you rubbing my bump almost with pleasure. My face flushed, but I watched in admiration as my abundant milk was finally used by a little baby. "As much... As much as you want, daddy" I replied, panting softly. Your wife sat in front of me and her hand slid onto my belly too, rubbing it and watching it bounce a little. Then she pressed the doppler to my lower abdomen and we both listened to the heartbeat of the next baby. "It seems everything is fine, even if the quadruplets may all be born on different days..." She chuckled ironically and continued rubbing my belly, she also loved seeing how big I was. "Focus on feeding the baby, Vicky" She smiled up at me. "And on keeping bouncing. Try not to pay attention to the contractions, just breathe evenly when you feel them." With that she kissed my forehead and excitedly reached for her phone to continue documenting my very long labor. She had already recorded every single point of it, from several angles, she had already brought the cameras around us. They recorded me bouncing slowly or that milk was still dripping from my free breast.

I leaned my chest against you, breathing deeply, pushing my hips down and bouncing slowly. Soon the next contraction came and I cried out. Tears welled up in my eyes and my thighs started shaking. "It's so... It's so hard" I complained and grabbed your arm. You helped me hold the baby tighter so I wouldn't accidentally drop it and kissed my hair. "Bounce and breathe, baby girl. You need to expand... I know the contractions are strong." I nodded at you hard and tried to take a few deep breaths as I continued slowly. The babies were writhing inside me, while the breech position felt increasingly difficult against my narrow cervix. Katie tried to rub my hard belly soothingly to help ease the pain of the contractions. "You're a good girl... Just bear it for a little while longer, maybe we'll get lucky and you'll dilate sooner with the second baby." She tried to comfort me a little, then she started filming. "Vicky has already given birth to our first baby, which you could see. She's breastfeeding so skillfully, we've told you before how much milk she has." At that moment, you grabbed my breast, giggling, squeezed it, and milk spurted out of it, a lot of it. Then Katie reached out and placed her hand on my belly. "And now she's having more contractions, really strong ones. The second baby is breech. It's going to be a tough birth... Look how hard our little surrogate's belly is" She pressed my bump so she could present it to the camera. "You'll be able to follow the breech birth until the end, with all its moments." She pulled back a little and started filming me as I slowly bounced. My legs were completely spread apart and my huge, heavy belly was hanging out in front of me. It felt so heavy, even heavier than with all four babies. And I couldn't even count how much time I spent in labor and delivery with the first one. And this was a huge breech baby...

After I had her sleep and my stepmother took her from my arms. Panting, I stroked my waist and then my hands slid to the side of my belly. I rubbed it for a while while bouncing, then I tried to circle my hips a little. You leaned back on the couch and looked at me from behind with a smile, listening to me moan and sometimes sigh in frustration. You were quite hard, your cock was tight against your pants. But you did nothing but enjoy how I continued to suffer with your huge babies. We had hard hours ahead of us and you just wanted me to push the baby out on my own, without help. You just wanted to rub my huge belly through the pains and pressures. And enjoy the stretching of my pussy. "Turn towards me, baby girl" You asked with a wide smile, then leaned forward to help me move. You licked my nipples and then pressed a kiss to my huge belly. You helped me sit down on the yoga ball again and spread my legs apart, but my huge belly was hanging between them. "You're a good girl" You praised me and kept rubbing the side of my belly. I reached forward and grabbed your shoulders and neck. With the next contraction I took a deep breath and my nails dug into your skin a little. "huh... huh.." I panted and my hair fell into my face a little, but you smoothed it back with your free hand. "Bounce" You commanded kindly and slid one of your hands to my waist. You gently stroked it and then smiled as my breasts and belly bounced and sometimes collided. "How do you feel, sweetie?" You asked with interest and pressed a kiss to my forehead. Before I could answer I took a deep breath and had to hold on to you. "Another contraction" I moaned out as I went, your hand immediately slid to the front of my bump so you could fully feel how hard it was. "I can feel the baby really.. really low in my pelvis" I continued after a short pause, then tried to regulate my breathing again. You seemed satisfied and continued to rub slowly. "Very good girl. We'll check your cervix again soon."

Katie slowly came back and knelt down behind me, placing her hands on my waist and applying a little pressure. I moaned softly and held on to her tighter. Soon, as I bounced on the ball, the two of you were slowly rubbing my huge belly. Your wife smiled very widely, enjoying the way my bump bounced between her hands. You caressed my face and then kissed my forehead. "Let's take a little walk, sweetie. Maybe it'll help me get my baby out faster." You rubbed the bottom of my belly and patted it. I nodded hard and needed both of you to help me get up off the ball. My legs were shaking from the weight of the three babies that were still inside me. Katie compassionately stroked my back and then supported my waist. "Your dad is right, maybe this will help get the baby moving. And you still have a lot of amniotic fluid inside you... it will leak again, each baby is in a separate amniotic sac" She said gently, then brought my breast pumps over. She popped them onto my huge breasts and I moaned loudly. It felt so good to finally have something pumping out my milk. Your wife smiled at me gently. "How much better is that, right?" She stroked my back gently.

We started walking around the house, of course I could barely lift my legs. The baby was really low in my pelvis, but I didn't feel any pressure, because I was incredibly tight again. I stopped often to rest, like now, in the middle of the kitchen I was panting and holding my hands on my waist. The babies were writhing inside me and kicking big ones, and then I had to lean forward with the next contraction. "Oh, fuck.." I moaned loudly. I grabbed the edge of the counter and my huge belly sagged a little. You were standing behind me and I felt your groin pressed tightly against my ass. You couldn't keep your hand away from my belly this time either, you immediately reached over and started rubbing it. "You're a very good girl... breathe and let the contraction pass. We'll continue walking afterwards. Your daddy really wants to see his first son too." You kissed my shoulder and slid one of your hands back to caress my bottom, gently even gripping it. Katie wiped my face with a small wet cloth as I moaned from the strong contraction. Her hand rested on the top of my belly after hers, pressing it in. "Your contractions are getting closer and closer again, sweetie. Maybe you're dilated enough..." She said. I took a deep breath and rocked my hips. "I don't feel the urge yet... but I hope the baby comes out quickly." I moaned, my face slightly red. I felt your hand slide to my pussy, rubbing my lips in a circle, then pushing inside me. I moaned and tilted my head back. "About 6 cm. You're a very good girl." You left your fingers inside me longer than necessary and stroked my belly.

We continued walking and it was really getting harder, the baby's bottom was pressing harder and harder against my cervix. "It's so hard..." I panted as I rounded the kitchen island with my parents, my legs were shaking more and more. In the meantime, Katie had to change the containers for my breast pumps, she hurriedly put the milk away and then put them back. The stimulation of my nipples was quite pleasant for me. "Let's go up the stairs a bit" You suggested to me and started leading me towards the stairs. But your wife had other ideas, she set up the camera at the bottom of the stairs and started capturing every moment as I struggled up the stairs. It had been really hard since I was five months pregnant. "I'm tired, Daddy, I should sit down... And another contraction is coming" I complained after the many rounds when I had to climb up the stairs again. You stood a few steps above me and held my hands, trying to encourage me to keep climbing. "Baby girl, you need to keep climbing. You're carrying three more babies, we need to break your water." You warned me seriously. My bump was still hanging so hard between my legs, which made my already difficult situation even more difficult. My hand gripped the railing and my legs shook even harder. "ahh.... ahrghg..." I moaned and felt my legs buckle and then my amniotic fluid started to flow out of me. It splashed onto the stairs with a loud splash and covered almost everything. It was a lot more than the first time. It even dripped down to the bottom of the stairs, the middle of my legs were completely wet. You glanced in your wife's direction. "You recorded this amazing water break, right?" And Katie nodded with a wide smile.

We had to go back to the couch where I could finally lie down. I noticed your hand and you were gently stroking my wet hair. Katie started the ultrasound on me and carefully watched the next baby. "Even though he's really low, he's in the same position. I hope you can push his bottom out and then I will try to get his legs out. He's still 15 lbs, but the last two babies will be much heavier than them." She explained gently, but you put your hand on my belly and started rubbing the huge big ball. "I'm going to love it when my daughter gives birth to my huge babies." You kissed my cheek and you were so excited about the breech baby. Katie checked my cervix and I tried to take a few deep breaths. "You're fully dilated. You need to push, right?" She looked at me and I nodded, breathing hard. "Okay, but you can't push until you're in the perfect position and the cameras are recording everything." She said with a smile and looked at you proudly. She knew that she would document all my other pregnancies as well. You took me to the kitchen, there was a fetal monitor and oxygen on the counter, the end of which I just had to take in my mouth. They say it eases the pain. "I know we want a completely natural birth," you said as one of your hands slid up my thigh to spread my legs a little. "But considering this is a breech baby, we can let you do that." I nodded hard and was truly grateful to you. "Okay. Thank you. Daddy, I really need to push..." I asked you, complaining a little and crying out loudly because of my strong contractions. You leaned in to my ear. "You can't push, baby girl, until I or your mother tell you to."

I groaned in frustration. "Daddy, please..." I looked at you with an almost pleading look, but you shook your head firmly. I had to grit my teeth to keep from starting the almost impossible task of pushing a transverse baby out of my tight pussy. The stepmother stepped behind me and began searching for the perfect spot at the bottom of my belly, then placed the fetal monitor sensor there and attached it to my back. "This will monitor the baby the whole time. Very important with a transverse." Katie said, of course she heard you forbid me from pushing. And she wanted to enjoy that too. She stroked my back and rubbed my waist a little. "I still have to get the cameras here. Don't you dare push or make any sweet sounds from yourself until then. And I want to record everything." Katie went out and brought one camera at a time. She placed it at the height of my spread legs, another a little further back, recording my entire body. She placed the third one in front of me, close to my face and my huge breasts. Then she reached over and unhooked my breast pumps. "Let your milk flow freely." She grabbed my breast and pressed it lightly. I moaned and the urge kept getting stronger. My body commanded me to push the baby out. "I need to push really hard... Please let me push..." I begged and my fingers turned a little white. The two of you stood on my sides so that every camera could capture me perfectly. You caressed my swollen pussy and nodded in satisfaction. "Okay, you can push, Vicky."

I started pushing with almost all my strength, my legs were shaking so much and I sucked in air sharply. Then I took the oxygen tube in my hand and grabbed the end. I sucked it a few times, then took it out of my mouth and pushed hard again. "Arghh!" I cried out. I felt that no amount of pressure would bring the baby out, as if it was already stuck. You smiled and caressed my belly which was slightly pressed against the counter and played with my belly button in a playful way. Sometimes you rubbed it in circles, sometimes you pressed it in to tease me. Your wife smoothed back my hair and watched with a red face. "Bring the baby out for us, baby girl. Nicely. Push as hard as you can. And don't forget to make a sound." Her hand slid down to the bottom of my belly, to where the very sensitive babies were now pressing. I took a deep breath and tried to push again. My knees even bent a little and I moaned loudly in pain. Your huge, overdue baby was pushing so hard against my cervix that I could barely stay asleep. "Push, sweetie, push the breech baby!" You encouraged me and rubbed my contracting belly with pleasure as I pushed hard. In the meantime, I took the oxygen in my mouth and inhaled, it only helped a little.

"I can't.. I can't.." I moaned after hours, only to find that the baby was pushing harder inside me. And the counter, my belly and the floor were full of my milk. I was sweaty and tired, as I always have been, and I didn't see any results from my work so far. "I can't push this baby out," I complained with pain in my voice. You continued to rub my belly and leaned closer. "But you'll stop pushing." You whispered and kissed my lips. "Like the next two. And all the more litters I'm going to put inside you." Your fingers slowly rubbed my belly, they were very hard because of my voice. "Keep pushing, baby girl. That baby will come out, even if it takes a long time." Katie nodded in agreement with you and rubbed the lower back of my head. I took a deep breath, panting, and gripped the edge of the counter tighter, even harder. Your wife crouched down and pressed her fingers into my pussy, humming softly. "His bottom is almost out of your cervix, almost in your birth canal. Not much longer, sweetie. I know you can do it." She came back to me, held the oxygen to my mouth, and took my hand. My entire huge belly was yours to rub.

Hours passed again as I felt my tight pussy being stretched apart by the baby's bottom and legs at the same time. I screamed and immediately sucked in the oxygen. I had to push, moving my hips in pain. You looked down and smiled broadly at the sight. "Wow" You remarked. "You're about to burst, baby girl but you're doing it so well" You smiled at me. I propped my forearms on the counter and lowered my head a little. "It hurts so much" I moaned and tears fell. "Please mommy or daddy, pull him out of me." I begged with almost trembling lips. Katie stroked my huge belly. "You know it's not possible, sweetie" She smiled. "You have to push this baby out alone. We're counting on you." She giggled and squatted down again. She kissed my stomach and started to enjoy the bottom of my dick, which was only slightly protruding from my tight pussy. I pushed hard again and moved my nipple a little, the baby stretched me further and protruded more. I almost felt like I was going to burst. "It hurts so much... it hurts so much" I panted heavily again, I got the oxygen and pushed hard, I had to spread my legs wider. You took my nipple between your fingers and started twisting, rubbing, trying to do many things to distract me from the pain. Katie excitedly took her cell phone in her hand and recorded it from a close up. It was a very slow and difficult process, and my vagina had to stretch almost to the maximum. For a long time, the baby's body and legs were pushing out of me at the same time, then with a scream, the baby's legs popped out of me and my amniotic fluid squirted out. I was completely covered in sweat and milk, breathing in the oxygen. You watched the whole process. "Oh my huge son!" You reached over and touched my red pussy, and stroked the baby too.

When I looked down I couldn't see anything because of my huge belly. But I felt the baby almost halfway out of me. I took a deep breath and reached down a little to stroke it. When my next contraction started I moaned and my legs bent again. I squatted down a little, still holding onto the edge of the counter with one hand, while my hand was on my belly and squeezing it a little. "Arghhhh!" I screamed in pain and there was a big puddle of amniotic fluid under me. With the next contractions no matter how hard I tried, the baby just wouldn't come out. "No.. It's not moving... Please.. please help me!" I panted heavily. You shook your head and stroked my belly. "How tightly these babies can squeeze into you..." You shook your head and slid your hands around my waist. "Take a walk," my stepmother advised, and I nodded, taking a deep breath. With your help and my legs more spread than ever, I set off, the baby's torso and legs sticking out of me, but its head and arms were still stuck inside me. Of course, Katie was videotaping the whole time.

You put me in the bathroom and helped me get into the shower. "This will help you relax a little. And you can finally push the baby out." You smiled at me and slowly stroked my waist, then you sat down in the shower and I held on to a handrail. You continued to stroke my waist and massaged my big belly. I pushed again, moaning loudly, giving it my all to finally get this baby out. I tilted my head back and even my legs shook a little. "Daddy help me" I cried out in pain and squeezed the handrail tighter. Then suddenly the baby's arms slipped out and I could breathe a little. "Oh my God... all that's left is the head." I panted heavily and pressed my head a little against the cold tile. You continued to stroke my belly and tried to encourage me, while Katie let some lukewarm water run down my back. "Take some deep breaths" You advised gently and gave me another kiss on my belly, you were really excited about all the other babies too. My fingers wrapped tightly around the handle and I pushed hard, giving it all my strength. In the meantime, I moaned for a long time, painfully, until the baby slipped out. The little boy cried loudly, and you managed to catch him, hugging him to your chest. I sat down in the shower trembling and gently took him in my arms. "You did it" You rubbed my big belly, the top of which seemed quite soft, the last two babies slid down. "You only have two more to go," Katie smiled, knelt down and began rubbing the baby's back with a towel.

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The Frat Party

The hospital room smelled like antiseptic and fear. Claire lay in the bed, her thin frame almost swallowed by the crisp white sheets, her blonde hair plastered to her forehead with sweat, her blue eyes wide and glassy with pain. She was thirty-nine weeks pregnant, and the baby had decided it was time. Layla and Catalina stood on either side of her, their faces pale and drawn, their hands gripping the bed rails like they were the ones about to go through this ordeal.

They had planned this moment together, the three of them, ever since those fateful pregnancy tests had all come back positive within days of each other. They had attended every birthing class, watched every graphic video, practiced every breathing technique until they could do it in their sleep, and mapped out every possible scenario they could imagine. But nothing, absolutely nothing, had prepared them for the reality of what was happening inside Claire's body right now, the way her abdomen would tighten and contort with each wave of pain, the way her face would twist and her breath would catch in her throat.

"I can't do this," Claire whimpered, her voice cracking, her blue eyes filling with tears that spilled down her cheeks and disappeared into the sweat-slicked pillow beneath her head. "It hurts so much. I didn't think it would hurt this much. Nobody told me it would hurt this much."

Dr. Morrison, a calm woman in her fifties with steady hands and an unflappable demeanor that came from decades of delivering babies in every conceivable circumstance, positioned herself between Claire's legs. The stirrups glinted under the harsh fluorescent lights, and Claire's feet were already strapped in, her knees spread wide, her body completely exposed and vulnerable in a way that made her feel like she was on display. The hospital gown was hiked up around her waist, leaving her distended belly and the dark thatch of hair between her legs visible to everyone in the room.

"Claire, you're doing beautifully," Dr. Morrison said, her voice soothing and measured, the kind of voice that had talked countless women through countless births. "Your contractions are strong and regular. Your baby is head down and in a good position. But we need to get you comfortable. Let's try you on your side. I think that will help with the pain."

The nurse, a stout woman named Margaret with graying hair and kind eyes that had seen it all, helped Claire roll onto her side. The relief was almost immediate. The contraction that had been building in her abdomen like a wave of fire subsided slightly, and Claire let out a shaky breath that turned into a sob of gratitude. "Better," she gasped, her fingers loosening their death grip on the bed rail. "That's better. Oh God, that's so much better."

But it didn't last. The contractions came faster now, harder, each one a wave of pressure that seemed to push from the inside out, building and building until Claire thought she might shatter into a thousand pieces. Her body was trying to do something, something primal and ancient and terrifying, but she didn't understand what. She'd read the books, she'd taken the classes, she'd practiced the breathing, but nothing had prepared her for the sheer physicality of the experience, the way her body seemed to have a mind of its own, the way it was taking over and doing things she had no control over. Her hands fisted in the sheets, her knuckles white as bone, and she could feel the sweat dripping down her temples, could taste the salt on her lips.

Layla grabbed one of her hands, squeezing it with a grip that was almost painful, and Claire clung to it like a lifeline. "You can do this," Layla said, her voice fierce, her brown eyes blazing with determination despite the fear that was clearly written on her face. "You're the strongest person I know. If anyone can do this, it's you."

Cat nodded, her fake blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail that was already coming undone, strands sticking to her damp forehead. "We're here. We're not going anywhere. We're right here with you, Claire. Every step of the way."

But as the labor progressed, Claire began to feel a strange sensation, something that made her stomach clench with a different kind of fear. It was like something was shifting inside her, moving in a way that felt wrong, felt unnatural. She looked down at her belly, at the way it seemed to undulate and ripple, and she felt a wave of nausea so strong she thought she might be sick. "Doctor, something is happening," she gasped, her voice high and reedy with panic. "The baby is moving weird. It doesn't feel right. Something is wrong."

Dr. Morrison moved quickly, her hands gentle but firm as she adjusted the monitor strapped to Claire's belly, the one that was tracking the baby's heartbeat and the strength of the contractions. "The baby is trying to turn," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "It's still head down, but it's twisting a bit to find the optimal position for delivery. This is completely normal. The baby is just finding its position, getting ready to make its entrance into the world."

Claire didn't believe that. She could feel it, feel the way the baby was moving, twisting, fighting, like it was trying to escape her body from the inside out, like it was clawing its way through her flesh and bone. "Please," she sobbed, her voice breaking completely. "Please make it stop. I can't take it anymore. Please."

Dr. Morrison nodded to the nurse, who adjusted the IV dripping into Claire's arm, a clear fluid that was supposed to help with hydration and pain management. "We're going to give you some fluids," she said. "It should help with the pain. Just breathe through it, Claire. You're doing so well."

But the pain only got worse. It built and built until Claire felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness, the contractions pulling her under like waves in a storm, drowning her in a sea of agony. She could hear Layla and Cat talking to her, but their voices were muffled and distant, like they were speaking to her from the other end of a long tunnel.

Through the haze, she felt herself being shifted again, this time onto her back, her body arranged in a semi-reclined position with the bed angled upward. The stirrups were cold against her skin as her feet were lifted and strapped in, her knees spreading wide once more, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.

"Claire, I need you to push," Dr. Morrison said, her voice cutting through the fog of pain. "The baby is crowning. I can see the head. You're almost there."

Crowning. The word sent a bolt of terror through Claire that was almost as painful as the contractions themselves. She'd seen the videos in class. She'd seen the images of babies emerging, their heads stretching the mother's body to impossible proportions, the skin pulling and straining and turning white with the pressure. But seeing it and experiencing it were two completely different things, and Claire felt her heart hammering in her chest with a fear that was almost paralyzing.

"I can't," she said, shaking her head frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I can't do it. It's too big. It won't fit. It's never going to fit."

"You can," Layla said, her voice fierce and insistent, her hand squeezing Claire's with a grip that was almost bruising. "You have to. Claire, you have to. There's no other way. The baby is coming whether you want it to or not."

Claire's legs began to shake, the muscles trembling with the effort of being held up in the stirrups, the position making her feel even more vulnerable and exposed. The pressure was building again, an unbearable sensation that felt like she was being torn in two, split right down the middle like a piece of fruit. She could feel the baby's head pressing against her, could feel the stretch of her body opening, opening, opening to accommodate something that seemed impossibly, impossibly large.

"Push," Dr. Morrison commanded, her voice firm and authoritative. "Push hard, Claire. Now."

Claire bore down with everything she had, every ounce of strength in her thin, exhausted body. The scream that tore from her throat was raw, primal, animalistic, a sound she didn't even recognize as her own. She felt the baby's head moving, felt the sensation of her body stretching to its absolute limits, the skin pulling so tight she was sure it would tear. The burning was so intense she thought she might pass out, might simply black out from the sheer magnitude of the pain.

"Almost there," Dr. Morrison said, her voice calm and steady. "The head is almost out. A few more pushes, Claire. You're doing it. You're doing it."

Claire pushed again, and again, and again. Each push felt like she was being split open, her body being forced to accommodate something that was simply too big. She screamed with every breath, her voice raw and hoarse, tears and sweat mingling on her face. The baby was coming, she could feel it, and it was so big, too big, impossibly big.

"One more push, Claire. The head is out. Just one more push for the shoulders."

Claire gathered the last dregs of her strength, pushed one final time with a scream that seemed to come from somewhere deep in her soul, and suddenly the pressure was gone. She felt the baby slide out of her, felt the sudden, shocking emptiness, and then she heard the cry. It was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard in her entire life, a thin, reedy wail that cut through the fog of her exhaustion and filled her with a love so overwhelming it almost hurt more than the labor.

"Congratulations," Dr. Morrison said, her voice warm with genuine joy. "It's a girl. Nine pounds, three ounces. She's beautiful, Claire. You did it."

Nine pounds, three ounces. Claire looked at the baby, at the tiny, squalling, red-faced creature being placed on her chest, and she felt tears stream down her face, tears of relief and joy and utter exhaustion. It was over. It was finally, mercifully over.

But Layla and Cat didn't look relieved. They looked horrified, their faces pale and drawn, their eyes wide with a fear that was almost palpable. "That was…" Cat started, but she couldn't finish the sentence, her voice trailing off as she stared at Claire and the baby, at the evidence of what had just happened.

Layla was pale beneath her tan, her brown eyes huge and dark. "I can't do that," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "There's no way I can do that. I can't. I just can't."

But she was wrong. Two weeks later, Layla and Cat were back in the same hospital, in the same maternity ward, but this time they were in a room together, two beds side by side with a curtain between them that was currently pulled back so they could see each other. The room was bright, filled with all the monitors, IV stands, and medical equipment they would need. Claire was supposed to be there to help them, to support them the way they had supported her, but mostly she was just talking about her own birth experience, reliving every moment with a kind of horrified fascination that wasn't helping anyone.

"So when the doctor was elbow deep in me," Claire said, gesturing dramatically from a chair in the corner, her baby girl sleeping peacefully in a bassinet beside her, "I thought that was the most painful thing ever. Like, I thought I was going to die. I literally thought I was going to die right there on that table. But then I started pushing." She shook her head, her expression a mixture of awe and terror. "I pushed for three hours. Three hours. Can you believe that? I thought my entire body was going to split in half. I was sure it was going to tear, I could feel it stretching so far I was sure it was going to tear right open."

Layla grimaced, clutching her belly with both hands as another contraction rolled through her. She was in the early stages of labor, still managing the pain with breathing techniques, but she could tell it was getting worse. "We get it, Claire. You had a hard birth. We were there, remember? We watched the whole thing. We don't need a play-by-play."

"No, seriously," Claire said, leaning forward with a look of intense earnestness. "Thank God my baby was only nine pounds. Can you imagine a bigger baby? Like the ten-pounders some women have? No, thank you. That would have literally killed me. I don't know how women do it. I honestly don't. Thank God my baby was only nine pounds." She waved a dismissive hand in the air. "I can't even imagine what you two are going to go through. I mean, look at those bellies. Those are big babies. I'm not saying that to scare you, but you should be prepared for a lot of pain. Like, a lot of pain."

Cat groaned, rolling her eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn't get stuck. "Claire, you're not helping. At all. You're literally the least helpful person in this room right now."

"I'm just saying," Claire said, shrugging with a look of complete innocence. "At least my baby was only nine pounds. I mean, Layla, your hips are really wide, so you'll probably be fine. But Cat, you have those narrow hips. That baby is going to have a hard time getting out. I'm just being realistic."

Layla and Cat exchanged a look, a long, speaking glance that said everything words couldn't. They'd made a pact weeks ago, sitting together in Layla's apartment with ice cream and pregnancy books spread out around them: they would do this together, they would get through it together, and they would be there for each other every step of the way. But Claire's constant commentary was making it harder, not easier, and they both felt their patience wearing thin.

But they did not give up. They couldn't. The doctor came in to check the progress, and Dr. Morrison smiled at the two women, her calm presence a welcome relief from Claire's constant chatter. "Layla, Cat, you both look about ready to have these babies." She examined Cat's cervix with gentle, gloved hands, and Cat winced at the pressure. "Cat, you're at four centimeters. That's good progress. Layla, you're at five. We'll get you started on some pitocin to speed things up."

"Wait, I thought this was a low-intervention birth," Layla said, her voice tinged with anxiety. "We talked about this. I don't want to be induced. I want to do this naturally."

"It is a low-intervention birth," Dr. Morrison assured her, her voice gentle but firm. "The pitocin is just to get things going, to make sure your contractions are strong and regular. You'll still have a natural delivery. No epidurals unless you ask for them, okay? I promised you that, and I keep my promises."

Layla nodded, though she wasn't sure she was ready for this. Her legs were already up in the stirrups, the position making her feel exposed and vulnerable, and she felt the first real contraction wash over her, a wave of pain so intense she nearly cried out. She groaned, gripping the bed rails with both hands, her knuckles going white.

"Let's try a side-lying position," Dr. Morrison suggested. "It can help with the pain and it takes some of the pressure off your back. With your wide hips, it should be a good position for you."

With the help of the nurse, Layla rolled onto her side, and the relief was almost immediate. She could feel the baby moving inside her, shifting and settling into a better position. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, and despite the pain, she felt a sense of wonder at the process. "Your baby is head down and in a great position," Dr. Morrison said after checking her. "That's exactly what we want. You're making excellent progress."

Cat, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Her baby was also head down, which was good, but facing the wrong way, the back of its head pressing against Cat's spine instead of her belly. Sunny side up. The doctor confirmed it after checking her with gentle but probing fingers. "Cat, your baby is occiput posterior," Dr. Morrison said, her voice carefully neutral. "Sunny side up. That can make labor a bit more painful and longer. The baby's head is presenting differently, which means it's going to put more pressure on your back. We might need to adjust your positioning to help the baby turn."

"Of course," Claire said from her chair, shaking her head with a knowing expression. "Because one of them has to have a complicated birth. That's just how it works. I knew one of you would have a hard time. I just knew it."

Cat gave Claire a death glare that could have melted steel, but she didn't have the energy to respond. Another contraction was building, and this one was different, more intense, more powerful. She could feel the baby pressing down, could feel the pressure building in her back and her pelvis. "I need to push," Cat said, her voice strained and desperate.

"Not yet, Cat," Dr. Morrison said, checking her cervix again. "You're not fully dilated. You need to wait until you're at ten centimeters. If you push too early, you could hurt yourself or the baby."

"But I need to push," Cat insisted, her voice rising to a near-shriek. "I can feel it. The baby is coming. I need to push."

Dr. Morrison checked her again an hour later, her fingers probing gently. "Okay, Cat, you're at ten centimeters. It's time. Let's get you on your back for the pushing phase. I know it's not the ideal position, but with a sunny side up baby, it's the best option to help the baby rotate."

Cat's legs were lifted into the stirrups, the cold metal pressing against the back of her knees, and she felt the position make her feel even more exposed and vulnerable. There was no time to think about that, though, because the contraction was peaking, and she was pushing before she even knew what she was doing.

On the other side of the room, Layla was also starting to push. Her legs were up in stirrups too, though she'd asked to try a semi-reclined position, with the bed angled up so she could see what was happening. The doctor was between her legs, and Layla could feel the pressure building, could feel the baby moving down with each contraction.

"Layla, your baby is coming wonderfully," Dr. Morrison said, her voice warm with approval. "The head is crowning. I can see it. You have wide hips, and it's really helping. The baby is coming out beautifully."

Layla pushed with renewed determination, a fierce concentration that blocked out everything else in the room. She could feel the baby's head moving, could feel the stretching, the burning, the sensation of her body opening in a way that was both painful and miraculous. It hurt, God, it hurt so much she could barely breathe, but it also felt right. It felt like her body was doing exactly what it was meant to do, exactly what it had been designed for.

"Cat, you need to push harder," Dr. Morrison said, turning her attention to the other bed. "Your baby is sunny side up, and that means the head is presenting differently. It's going to be more painful and it's going to take longer, but you can do it. I need you to really bear down."

Cat screamed, a raw, guttural sound that seemed to come from somewhere deep in her soul. Her hands were gripping the bed rails so hard her knuckles had gone white, and her entire body was trembling with the effort of the push. She could feel the baby, could feel the pressure, the stretching, the burning. It was everything Claire had described and so much worse.

"I can't," Cat sobbed, tears streaming down her face. "I can't do this. It's too much. It hurts too much."

"You can," Layla said from her bed, her voice fierce despite her own pain. "We're doing this together, remember? We're in this together. You can do this. I know you can."

Cat pushed with everything she had, every ounce of strength in her body. The baby's head was descending, she could feel it, that impossible pressure, that burning stretch. But it was taking forever, each push feeling like it accomplished nothing, like the baby was stuck and never going to come out.

"I see the head," Dr. Morrison said, her voice sharp with excitement. "Cat, you're almost there. Just one more push. One more push and the head will be out."

Cat gathered her strength, took a deep breath, and pushed one last time with a scream that seemed to shake the very walls of the room. Suddenly the head was out, and the sensation was indescribable, a mixture of searing pain and overwhelming relief that made her sob. She pushed again, and the shoulders emerged, and then the rest of the baby slid out in a rush of fluid and tissue.

"You did it," Claire said, her voice softer now, almost reverent. "You really did it."

Layla was still pushing, but she was so close now. Her baby had been head down and in a great position, and the birth was progressing much faster than Cat's. She could feel the head, could feel the stretching, the burning. "The head is crowning," Dr. Morrison said, moving back to Layla's bed. "Layla, push. Push hard. The baby is right there."

Layla pushed with everything she had, her body straining, the pain so intense it was almost blinding. She felt the head emerge, felt the sudden release of pressure, and then the shoulders followed. The rest of the baby slid out, and Layla collapsed against the bed, gasping and sobbing and laughing all at the same time.

"Congratulations, Layla," Dr. Morrison said, her voice warm with genuine joy. "It's a boy. Seven pounds, twelve ounces. He's absolutely perfect."

But Cat's baby was still being checked over by the nurses. The sunny side up position had made the delivery more complicated, and Cat had pushed for almost two hours. The baby's face was bruised from the birth, the skin mottled and swollen, but otherwise healthy.

"You have a healthy little girl," Dr. Morrison said, examining the baby carefully. "Six pounds, eleven ounces. She's small but she's mighty. She did great."

Cat smiled weakly, reaching out to touch her daughter's tiny fingers. "She's so small," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't believe she's so small."

"Small but mighty," Dr. Morrison said with a warm smile. "Congratulations to all three of you. You did it. You all did it."

Claire got up and walked over to Cat's bed, her own baby sleeping peacefully in her arms. She looked at Cat's daughter, then at Cat, her expression a mixture of awe and something that might have been jealousy. "You see?" she said, her voice carrying a note of triumph. "I told you it was hard. I told you it was going to be painful. But you did it. Both of you did it."

"Thanks for all your helpful commentary," Cat said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, though there was a tired smile on her face. "You really were a huge help."

Claire had the grace to look abashed, her cheeks flushing a dull red. "Sorry," she said, her voice small. "I didn't mean to… I just wanted to help. I thought if I told you what it was really like, you'd be prepared."

"Next time," Layla said from her bed, her voice weak but amused, "you can keep your helpful comments to yourself."

But she was smiling. They were all smiling, exhausted but happy, their babies finally in their arms. Three babies born from a night they'd barely remembered, a night that had changed their lives forever. A night at a frat party, a night of too much cheap beer and bad decisions, a night that had brought them here, to this moment, to these tiny, perfect creatures they'd created together.

It wasn't a college degree. It wasn't a career. But it was something, something they'd made together, something they'd survived together. And as they lay there, the three of them in that bright hospital room with their babies in their arms and their friendship stronger than ever, they knew they would get through this too. They would do it together, just like they'd always done everything.

babybirthlover

Mama ALMOST managed to push the amniotic sac out in tact.

toomuchbirth

Hey, it's ok. It's safe.

I know you're in labor. But it's just us. Anything said here won't leave this room.

Poor thing. You've had to smile for everyone for so long. Had to act so happy, so excited. You told me how everyone made you feel so weird, so gross any time you expressed anything even close to how you really felt about this pregnancy.

But now... It's almost over, hon. And I'm here. You know I'll listen. You know I won't judge. Before this baby comes... You can tell me how you really feel. About your body. About this baby. All of it.

toomuchbirth

"I'm scared, mom... I don't want to do this... Do I really have to?"

Her mother stroked her daughter's full term mound. "You do. We both do. It's going to get so much worse. The pain... The pressure. It's unbearable, and there's nothing we can do but let it happen."

Her own belly began to squeeze down. The contractions were so close now. She felt so foolish. Trusting her husband so completely, making excuses for him. "Your little sister is almost ready to come out of me..." She managed through grit teeth. She felt so open, in a way she hadn't for a long time.

"it's not fair! I don't want to give him a baby!" Tears ran down her daughters beautiful face. "Mom it hurts, it hurts so bad!" "I know it does... It's supposed to... This is normal... It's supposed to feel awful to have your father's incest baby..."

The older woman tried not to think how good it felt to say those words... How radiant her daughter was, in labor with her rape baby, the one planted on the same day her own little violation had been forced into her. He'd made them both watch as the other was forced to become pregnant against their will. As horrified as she was, seeing her husband buried inside his terrified daughter, the girl he had helped make... It was so wrong, so sick, but so intense.

"You're so close now..." Mom panted, struggling to focus through the pain. "You're doing so good, being so brave... You have to let daddy's baby slide out of you, even though it hurts... Just don't fight it, push out his reward for raping you..."

As her daughter doubled over once again, the mother couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure, the awful words feeling so amazing to say. Seeing the dread creeping over the helpless girl, knowing this is the worst kind of pregnancy she could possibly endure...

"There we go... Just like that..." Mom forced out, feeling the pressure down low spike. Realizing she was starting to feel like she needed to push... "Mom... I feel so much pressure... I wanna... Use the bathroom or something..." A shudder of pleasure coursed through her. "Yes... You feel pushy, hon... Don't fight it... Push his baby out... Let his baby come out of you, even though it's just going to hurt more and more as it spreads you..."

What else could she do? There was no choice, no escape. Her body had created a new person from the worst night of her life. Now there was no choice but to feel every tiny bit of it violating its way out of her most intimate place...

toomuchbirth

"I'm scared, mom... I don't want to do this... Do I really have to?"

Her mother stroked her daughter's full term mound. "You do. We both do. It's going to get so much worse. The pain... The pressure. It's unbearable, and there's nothing we can do but let it happen."

bigpushes

Laboring dom teasing their sub about how much the process turns them on. "You love watching me contract, don't you? You wanna see me grunt and struggle and crown so badly... Ask me nicely enough and you can fuck me while I push~"

oh, this is so... 🔥

"don't think for a second that this gives you any kind of power, pet, I'm still in charge" and "look at you, so pathetically needy" and "desperate, hm? you love watching me grunt, watching me spread my legs, even though its not for you" and "are you going to cum, pet? already? its- oooh, its not even past the cervix" and "hnnng, here it comes, stretching me open e-even wider than you" and "l-lay back like a good little toy, I want to straddle you" and "i-im going to push it out right on your chest" and "oooh, here it comes"

they pin their sub down entirely ("stay still, I can still get... mmmph, get the rope if you can't copperate") and push and push, groaning and wailing and gritting their teeth as they bear down again and again, the bulge of the head becoming more and more prominent between their legs

their sub waits eagerly, totally silent, just pleading with their eyes to be involved— to fuck them, to touch them, to reach between their thighs and cradle the emerging head, to slide their fingers over the hot skin of their parting folds, to grasp their trembling thighs and hold them apart as they moan and whimper and groan- all such primal, intimate sounds

a loud, deep cry finally tears free from their throat as the head slips into a full crown, and they spread their legs even wider around the expanse of their sub's chest— they're too deep into it now to make any sort of commands or give any orders; they groan and scream through the rest of their birth before the baby finally slips free in a puddle of fluid, wiggling into the world on the crest of a shrill roar

later, as they nurse their newborn and watch their sub scurry around to clean up and fetch them water and fresh blankets, they muse outloud: "when do you think you'll be up for another show, my love?"

dilfpregcentral

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(Birth Denial Request Game)

A farmer is struggling to get the last of his crops harvested before a cold front. He’s managed this small farm by himself for years, but as he’s gotten a little older, he’s struggled to keep up with the demands of the job. This year especially, the work has really been taking it out of him.

He feels like he never quite recovered from the flu he had back in the spring, exhausted and slow all the time, and he’s developed a lingering pain in his hips and back. He suspects some of it is due to the weight he’s gained, his once-pudgy tummy now an unsightly ball gut that juts off his frame, so massive it tugs on his spine. He mentioned it to his neighbor the other day, a woman doctor who rumor has it was once a nun, and she had almost smiled for a moment before telling him he should drink less beer. When he told her he stopped 6 months ago when his belly first started ballooning, her mouth tightened with concern. Her eyes dropped to the peaked point of his navel stretching his shirt, and she told him he should come to her clinic as soon as he’s able, as he could have a serious illness. But he’d waved her off and weaseled out of the discussion— he’d avoided revealing his secret to anyone for twenty-one years and he wasn’t about to break the streak just because some nice doctor asked.

Anyway. The point is, he doesn’t know what’s wrong.

Today, the pain is bad. His back, especially, keeps seizing up, his groans echoing in the empty field. It’s so severe that he’s tempted to abandon the rest of his harvest, but he can’t justify the financial hit he would take. He’s a man, he’ll press through.

Every time he has to squat down, the pain in his pelvis deepens, the pressure becoming more unbearable by the minute. He remembers a relative speaking of kidney stones and hopes he hasn’t caught them. That’s the last thing he needs.

He’s on his hands and knees bundling up rows of produce when he starts to feel like an elephant is stomping his lower spine down into his pelvis. His jaw drops, and a long, plaintive groan tumbles out of him. Instinctively he rocks on his hands and knees, feeling his big fat gut tug on his lumbar region as he arches and twists his back, desperately trying to find relief. When his muscles finally unclench, he wants to just collapse where he is, but he has to keep going. The doctor will be there tomorrow, but these crops sure won’t. There’s still so much more to go…

Though he owns no animals, a lowing like livestock echoes across his property. He hears the noises as if they come from somewhere far away, and not his own heaving chest. Maybe he should be ashamed, or frightened, but it makes a certain kind of sense that he should sound like a beast of burden as he labors on his hands and knees in the field.

Then comes the burn. He drops the handful of produce he was holding, hand instinctively flying to his crotch, where the fire grows angrier by the moment. It must be a kidney stone. What else could—?

He goes completely still. His crotch is hot, hot as the inside of a body, and slowly, slowly swelling under his fingers. Swallowing thickly, he withdraws his hand and slips off one strap of his overalls. Then he wriggles his hand into the waistband. It can’t be…

But there it is. He feels it, plain and solid as the nose on his face, just beneath his cunt lips. They still stretch stubbornly over it, holding it inside of him. But he can feel it on its way. Soon, his body will part. It will part, and—

He flattens his hand against the bulge and shoves. He cries out, but for all the pain, it barely budges. But he can’t let it come out. Trembling, he spreads his legs and twists the palm of his hand, and finally, he feels something give. He pants and squirms from the indescribable discomfort as his aching insides spasm, fighting him as he denies the course of nature. But finally he forces it far enough back that his crotch feels flat beneath his hand.

He tries not to think about it.

shhhsecretsideblog

I squat between your spread legs as you push. Your huge, bare belly tenses around your womb with every effort you make to birth the head of our baby.

The cool mountain air and smell of spring leaves might have been calming if this was at all intended. We came up here to get labor Kickstarted, not to have the baby for God's sake. I should've turned us around when you started clutching your belly. I should've turned back when I realized there was no way your cargo pants were damp from sweat. But what could I really have done? We've had several false labors so far, you're stubborn as hell, and this labor progressed faster than either of us were told. Not even one damn hour and you're already crowning.

Your back arches suddenly, the head surges forward with a gush of fluid into my waiting hands. Your effort sends the shoulders and the rest of the big body into my hands. In less than a few moments they begin to cry loudly.

I can hardly allow myself to feel elated. We're in the middle of the wilderness with a newborn, you exhausted and no cell service. It takes all of me not to lose it at this moment.

I just need to get down the ranger cabin to get help. Despite your protest, I hand you our baby and lift you to your feet. I support your weight as best I can. You hold our new baby with one hand and rest your other arm around my shoulder. The walk is longer than it was coming up and the afterbirth is taking way too long to come out in comparison to how fast your labor was.

"It hurts..." You mumble and I try to pick up the pace.

We finally make it to the ranger cabin and your loud groans are more than enough to make the ranger investigate.

"My wife just had our baby, the afterbirth is stuck or something please help!" I yell.

The mountain ranger nods and runs to our aid. Your moaning even louder now and your knees begin to give. The mountain ranger rushes to help me usher you and our newborn into the cabin. We lead you to a couch and you immediately plop down with your legs spread.

The ranger aids our baby first, then he examines you. His face goes rigid as he palms the still swollen skin of your belly.

The mountain ranger turns his gaze to us and then looks again at your still large belly. "You sure yall were only having one baby?"

Just when he says it, your water breaks again.

We all look at the puddle on the floor, the breaking of the second waters almost comically timed.

“What… no… that’s not possible… mnghhhhh!” My sentence is cut off as another contraction squeezes my belly and everything inside. There was no way it was twins; they would have seen two babies on the ultrasounds, they would have heard two heartbeats… it just wasn’t possible. And yet, the moment the ranger asked the impossible question I could feel it - movement. There was still movement inside my big belly.

“Oh god, babe… I can feel it. I can feel another baby. And they’re coming down… hoooo”

Your face was white as a sheet as you looked between the newborn in the ranger’s arms and my squirming labouring body on the couch. Despite your obvious shock, you bent down and held my hand and stroked a dampened strand of hair behind my ear. “I guess we’re having twins then. Its okay just breathe through the contractions, just like you did before.” You try to coach me through yet another birth.

The ranger quickly called an ambulance but given our location it wasn’t going to be here for at least 45 minutes. The baby in his arms was crying and wouldn't settle. You tried, swaying the infant in your arms and cooing softly, but to no avail.

“Give her here.” I breathed heavily after an aggressive contraction. You handed me the newborn and put the babe straight on my chest and she latched immediately. She was hungry.

“You’re a natural.” You smiled with affection at your new family.

I started to whimper and groan when the next contraction hit. You offered to take the babe but I didn’t want to let her go, she was happy feeding. The unfortunate side effect of breastfeeding triggered more contractions. The noises I was making quickly turned primal as the head of my daughter's sibling pushed into the birth canal. I needed to move, the sofa was putting too much pressure on my pelvis. I threw my arm out towards you and shuffled painfully on the couch. You seemed to instinctively understand what I needed; to squat. You helped me off of the sofa to drop into a deep squat, my back against the edge of the couch, my knees jack-knifed apart. You squatted in front of me and held me steady, I grabbed onto your shoulder with my free hand, the other supporting the suckling baby.

“Ooooohh it’s coming down…gnnnhhhh!” I grunted suddenly and the baby shifted further. “Mnnnghhhh c-can you see it?” I panted.

“Not quite honey, oh wait! Yes. The top of the head, I can see it. Do you need to push?”

“Mmmm n-not yet…. Trying to wait… let the baby come down b-bit more… oh god it’s so big!” I cried out. “How did I not know there were two in there!?”

“They were obviously very good at hiding.” You tried to joke, not dwelling on the frightening fact we were coming out of these woods with two babies.

“Hoooo okay… okay…. There it is-mnnnghhhhhh!!!!!!” The baby and my body decided it was time and I found myself pushing. Hard.

The ranger came and took the baby from my arms when I started pushing, you stayed poised between my legs for the second time that day ready to deliver a baby.

“I can see hair, they’ve got hair! Keep going darling! Push!!!” You cheered, watching the bulge get bigger as the baby parted my lips.

Bracing my hands on my thighs I grunted and mooed with every push, bringing the surprise baby to a full crown in next to no time. “Get it out, get it out!” I cried, my body already exhausted and sore from the first birth and doing it all over again was too much for me to bear.

“It’s coming, just breathe, and push. Slowly darling, gentle pushes.” You instructed as your hand cupped the full crown.

I struggled to calm my breathing, my body trembling with the efforts of labour.

“Hey.” You said softly, “you’re doing brilliantly. You got this.” And you leaned forward to kiss me. A reassurance washed over me, your comfort and support and love all conveyed within the kiss.

I felt calmer, more in control, when the next contraction struck and I gave it my all on the next push. The head flew out with a gush of fluids and before you could check for a chord the rest of the baby slipped out into your waiting hands.

“A boy! We’ve got a boy!” You exclaimed with a tear in your eye, pulling the baby up and placing him straight on my chest.

“Hey little guy…” I said as I took in the first glance of my newborn son.

The ambulance arrived 20 minutes later, checking all three of us over and delivering the placenta, before taking our new family to the nearest hospital.

[these rp asks are giving me life!!! More like this please!]

cassieoz

Into The Woods

Catherine was cosy and comfortable in her huge pioneer bed, rubbing her massive pregnant core. She had wanted to be away from anyone and everything when her baby was ready to come into the world. She was extremely heavy with her baby and its due date was rapidly approaching.

She had been cramping all day long so she had chosen to go to bed early. With her extra warm blankets, she had also made the cabin toasty with the fire burning with extra wood in the grate. She slowly closed her eyes and rested for a while. There was constant uneasiness between her folds but this didn't worry her. The tension had been present for a couple of days now. She knew that the baby was extra big and was becoming increasing unsettled in her womb because of its large size...

Catherine's calming thoughts soon lead to sleep. She slept for sometime until a sudden sharpness between her legs woke her with a loud gasp. The shooting pain twisted around her entire nether region. She panicked and swiftly felt between her thighs. To her sheer surprise, she could feel a small, firm sharp at her lips. She couldn't think straight as another painful surge gripped her lower core. The tension drew downwards and wrapped around her swelling opening. Her fingers pressed again at her entrance between panicked panting breaths. Catherine felt the firmness but this time it was more prominent. Her instincts suddenly knew what it was.....

The top of the baby's head!

It was there! Just inside of her lips. It was ready and well positioned. Catherine was in labour!

Catherine tried to roll over to get up and gather her birthing supplies she had ready for weeks now. She had prepared everything needed for the baby's arrival. She had not embarked on this adventure without thorough planning and research. She pulled the blankets back as another cramping pain brutally consumed her. She gripped the sheets and cried out wildly. The powerful surge twisted and throbbed through her nether region without mercy. Her entire body felt shaky and feverish within minutes. This was happening too fast. So fast!

Catherine was damp between her legs as the need to do something about moving the head forward took over. She kept thinking it too soon but her body had other plans. She needed to stop fighting the urges taking over her laboring core. Catherine swiftly pulled some pillows around her and began to pant! She panted wildly until the urges were totally unbearable. Catherine burrowed into one of the pillows as the pain horrifically peaked.

She yelled and surrendered!

She pushed and pushed hard!

Catherine bore down as long as she felt the tension. The heavy fullness slammed forward with red hot pressure. She could feel the roundness of the crown throbbing and pressing against her lips. She grunted and groaned and yelled out as loud as the pain persisted between her folds.

As the pain rose and eased, the laboring woman tried to regain some composure.

The supplies!

Her first thought as the fog of pain cleared briefly and she gathered her strength to pull herself off the bed. As she edged herself off the mattress, another violent surge stuck her and she howled out wildly. Catherine collapsed back among the crushed sheets and mountain of pillows. She gasped and pushed without thought. She gritted her teeth and bore down with all her might. Her frantic fingers ran between her wet lips to feel more of the crown present and merging. She was about to give birth. There was nothing to stop it now.

Catherine curled forward and pushed harder. The wet dome pressed firmly with her strong exertions. It was massive. She couldn't believe the pressure pulsating at her fingers. The laboring woman pushed, panted and gasped until the powerful surge eased again. She decided to give up on trying to retrieve the birthing supplied she had meticulously prepared for this event. She needed to focus on the realistic progress of her present state. Catherine rolled back against the pillows and gathered herself for the next intense contraction.

The mother to be didn't need to wait long. The brutal pain came with all its fiery within minutes. She gripped her ankles and pushed with a howling growl. She felt more of the crown slam through her enflamed opening. Catherine felt everything. It was the biggest, most unbearable sensation. She pushed and screamed as she swelled more and more with the gigantic head.

Falling backwards, she took in a brief pause when the surging torture dropped away. She wished she had someone with her right now to wipe her feverish body. It would be wonderful. But the main task took central stage on the next quaking contraction. Shouting out, the birther bore down and worked with all her might. All the straining brought forth the most unmistakable shift between her thighs. Gasping, the incredible force announced the baby was ready for birthing.

Losing all sense of time, Catherine began to push, scream and yell all at the same time. The powerful pressure came in uncontrollable waves. The room filled with unnatural cries of pain as the mother entered the final stage of labour.

Without knowing how long she endured this ordeal, suddenly an indescribable sensation filled her entire core. Catherine roared out and pushed stronger and harder than ever. An eruptive, humongous rushing force filled her entrance. The head exploded forward. Birthing fluid followed with an animalistic cry of release. Within moments, the rest of the body thrusted through her pulsing opening.

Gasping for air, Catherine cried along with the wailing sounds of her newly born daughter between her legs. She looked back to see she was huge, healthy and perfect.

Hours passed! The mother rested quietly with her sleeping daughter and was so happy to have experienced this amazing event. The peaceful surroundings closed in and soon the mother was asleep as well dreaming of her next birthing adventure.

dilfpregcentral

Thinking about a king who’s yet to have any heirs begging the gods for fertility. When his queen’s blood continues to come for many months regardless of his pleas, he curses the gods for abandoning him; he has no reason yet to believe that his own growing gut is anything other than winter weight.

When spring comes, people begin to notice the protruding roundness of his belly, his physician recommending him more exercise and his tailor having to let out his royal garb every few weeks.

Still, the king attempts to plant his heir in the queen’s womb every night, though now he must rest his belly on her back to complete their union.

Nine months since he appealed to the gods, murmurs of concern follow the king wherever he goes. His gait has slowed and widened, a ponderous, rocking movement as his great belly hefts side to side. His physician looks more and more disturbed every time he examines the tight ball growing beneath the king’s gently swollen chest, warning him that he must have an imbalance of humors that have led to a massive tumor. The movement the king has felt, and the physician now feels and even sees from outside, must be the cankerous wolf, the physician surmises grimly, a malady that eats the flesh of the afflicted. Most often found in the breasts of women, it could nevertheless affect any part of the body, and the king should be prepared for a painful illness and untimely death.

But something else happens, instead. The king’s cock begins to swell. At first it’s barely enough to notice, but after a few weeks, it’s so thick and bloated that he can barely stand to touch it. He shudders at the slightest brushes against the tender, stretched flesh, and just the most tentative touch of the queen’s lips makes him cry out and dribble seed.

The physician warns him that the wolf might be on the move throughout his body, that this is likely a tumor that could destroy his member, but the king has another thought. He remembers pleading with the gods, and believes that they must have finally answered his prayers, and this large and sensitive cock is a sign of fertility.

The overstimulation is excruciating, but he barely manages to squeeze his massively swollen cock into the queen. She gasps and squirms and trembles, feeling split open by him. Tears cover his face by the time he reaches his climax. Both of them cry out as a sudden torrent of fluid erupts from him, believing this outpouring to be seed given to him by the gods. Once the servants change their linens, they go to sleep convinced that their heir will come soon.

They’re right—it will just be much sooner than they think.

mikeyisfreakey

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- @distended-domes

Traffic was slow and silent that day. Stan and Elijah sat bumper to bumper as they had been since Stan’s water broke on their driveway. A sharp inhale brought Elijah’s hand to the top of Stan’s belly.

“Fuck they’re getting worse, how-ugh-how far is the hospital?” He shook with every word, feeling every muscle in his abdomen tighten more and more.

“30 minutes… but the gps tacked an hour onto that so we’ll see.”

“Uh ahhh fuckkkk I can’t do this, it hurts so bad.” Elijah stroked his cheek, waiting for the contraction to give way.

“It hasn’t been that long, I’m sure you still have time.” But it lasted even longer than the last one, and he had even less time until the next one.

“I can’t do this… I can’t do this… I-I think I need to push.” But Stan knew he needed to push. He’d managed to ignore it for a while but it only got worse.

“No. No! We need to get to the hospital I mean look at you! You’re massive and overdue, what if you need a c-section?” Stan cried out, gripping onto the car door and Elijah’s shoulder. He couldn’t think about the worst case scenarios and he couldn’t think about c-sections, all he could think about was pushing.

“It’s coming! I’m pushing! I-I-I can’t stop!” Stan bore down long and hard. He couldn’t hear Elijah telling him to try and hold back, he didn’t see his pussy already bulging in his tight boxer briefs trying to make room for the first kid, and he didn’t notice Elijah pulling over.

“Baby… this can’t happen in the car.” Elijah looked at him fearfully. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it was going to suck.

“I can’t stop… the pressure is so much, and I can’t deny this urge.” Stan threw his head back, knowing it wouldn’t be long before the feeling returned.

“Listen… there are some things we can do to stop it from happening-“

“Yes. Whatever it is just… yes. I can’t have this baby in the car, it hurts so bad and I’m so big.” Stan had pondered whether or not twins would be easier than delivering the belly he perceived as one giant kid, but he’d convinced himself it was just one baby, big enough to break him

Elijah reached into the back and pulled out a bag. In it, some toys. Stan knew what had to happen.

“Ok, your boxers are very, very tight. I think… if you can’t stop yourself from pushing they should stop it. If not…” Elijah pulled out a smooth, squishy plug and a chastity belt.

Stan gritted his teeth and scrunched his face up. “Please… drive.” He did his best to stop himself from pushing. It was agony, and every minute; every contraction, the pressure was more and more and more. He was already miserable by the time Elijah managed to get back on the road, but he was fully immersed in his own determination not to push by the time the car made it two feet. “I can’t do it… I’m so sorry baby.” Stan groaned and gave in, but Elijah wasn’t mad. He was terrified, but he wasn’t mad. After Stan finally released the push he looked down. His pussy was still bulging like crazy, but now the slit was solid.

“Ok love he’s teardropping. Do you think you can try and hold back again?” Stan closed his eyes tight and tried, but he felt the baby beginning to crown. He shook his head aggressively. “Ok hon… don’t be mad.” Stan looked at him teary eyed and watched his hand find the scalp. His fingers spread around his stretched lips and bulging head and slowly began to apply pressure.

“Ahhhhhh! It hurts! D-don’t stop!” Stan couldn’t even make any noise to deliver the feeling of his own progress being ruined. Every millimeter made him want to push exponentially more, but he knew he couldn’t. Slowly and strenuously he brought his hands to his waistband and tried to peel the soaked underwear off. Elijah stopped for only a moment to bring them to his knees and Stan was forced to hold the descending head in place. Before he knew it, there was a plug in his fluttering hole.

“I’m sorry baby we just-“

“No. I can’t have this baby in a car. You’re helping.” Stan’s words descended into a whine, and he felt his body trying to get it out. Elijah could see him shaking, and he saw his cunt trying to expel the plug. He put a hand on it and kissed his lover. They locked eyes and Stan cried out. “It wants out! I’m trying to so hard!” Stan began to cry and Elijah wiped the tears away.

“We can try the belt… it would let it move down a bit.” Stan swallowed hard and nodded. He gritted his teeth and held onto Elijah’s shoulder hard as he moved his hand away. With a pop the plug came out and you could see the head attempting to barrel down. Elijah managed to get the front of the belt on, and Stan sobbed as he sat up for the latch in the back

Stan began to giggle slightly through his sobs. “I think… I’m more upset about not being able to see it than I am about not being able to push.” Elijah burst out laughing and put his arm around him, planting a loving kiss on his cheek.

“We’re going to spend lots of time with this little one don’t you worry. You can stare at the top of its head for as long as you’d like.” Stan still felt miserable, sore, and desperate to push, but things weren’t so bad when he had Elijah with him.

“Oh fuck. Ohhh hmmmm… I’m not… gonna…” Stan closed his eyes and batted at Elijah for a hand to squeeze. He gave it, happily, and encouraged his husband.

“Don’t talk. Just focus. You can do this.” Stan’s chest heaved as the contraction ended after a few minutes.

“I can’t do it… it’s too low… it burns so fucking much Eli.” Stan whined as the next one followed almost immediately. “It’s trying to get out, I can’t do it! Please… please just let me.”

Elijah stopped for a second and pondered before regaining his consciousness. “Stan, baby, the hospital will be so much safer. I just… need you to be ok.”

“Aggghh… Elijah that’s very sweet, but - Ugh FUCK - I will be ok once I get it out.” Stan threw his hands up and gripped his headrest with all his might. “Fuck why did it happen so fast? I thought - aaaahhhhgg noooo - I thought it was supposed to take days the first time! OW SHIT!” The only two thoughts in Stan’s head were ‘don’t push’ and ‘holy fuck let me push’.

“But, b-but…”

“I’ve had my exposed pussy on this seat the whole time, except for when I had sex toys in or on it! Pull ovaaahahaahhhh.” Elijah did as he was told. “Hurry up and get this off me!!” Stan shook as he lifted himself so he could be freed, and the second the two saw the head stretching Stan’s lips he bore down. Almost immediately the head was out.

“Oh my god you’re doing it! Keep pushing.” Elijah unbuckled and kneeled on his seat to ensure that he had a good angle.

“Fuck! Oh my god it hurts so bad but I’m so glad I’m pushing!” Elijah kissed the top of Stan’s head as he bore down. Even though he whole head was free it was still big enough that the skin of Stan’s delicate cunt was white. It bobbed back and forth, the shoulders inching out ever so slowly but never being allowed their full width.

“Take a break love, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Let your hole adjust.” Stan stopped but sobbed loudly.

“I can’t do it! I just… can’t! Why won’t it get out!” Stan writhed in his seat, holding the head and daring himself to pull it out. Elijah put a hand on top of his.

“It’s ok. There is no one in this world who I trust to have a baby in a car more than you. You’re strong, and handsome, and smart, and…” Stan stopped listening and started pushing, he was desperate, “and I know you didn’t want to be pregnant, and I know that you were more sick about growing a person than you were morning sick, and I know that no one has ever tried harder to have a baby than you have, and I know I’ve never been prouder of anyone.” By the time Elijah was done with his speech Stan sat up and lifted the baby up from his seat, both of them crying loudly.

“Thank you… thank you Eli… fuck my pussy hurts so bad.” Stan laughed half heartedly and wiped his face off. He could still feel his contractions ebbing and flowing gently, but he ignored them, certain that they would fade. “I should probably try to push out the afterbirth, right?” Stan was still huffing quietly, but he bore down calmly without disturbing his own stillness.

“Gently my love.” Elijah watched as he did; the seat was fully soaked in birth fluids, and the severed umbilical cord lay limp between Stan’s legs.

“Ugh. Fuck this is heavy.” Stan tried once more and sucked in through his teeth. A strong pain gripped him again. “No. No no no no no no, nooooooowwwwww. T-take him…”

“Why? What’s wrong? It’s not… oh babe.” Stan sobbed once more as he realized what was happening. He pushed and felt movement deep inside of him.

“Hopefully this one will be as fast… I feel so stupid. How did they miss this?” He held onto his armrests as his body forced him to push more. He could feel it sliding into his birth canal.

“I guess it happens sometimes… well now we know why you got so big.” Stan yelped as the contractions peaked right as he had given himself some respite from forcing his second child out.

“I can’t do it again! Aahhhh, nooo get outttt.” Sweat poured down his skin as he pushed and pushed, his husband watching lovingly as he did his best to encourage him.

“You can do it. This is just… two for the price of one!”

“AHHHH FUCK! No! This cost is exponentially worse! I’m so tired.” Stan looked over at Elijah, the only thing giving him strength in that moment.

“It’s ok you’re doing so good. I think I’m starting to see something.” Stan’s pussy has started to bulge, but he was exhausted. His pushes had shortened to only a few mere seconds, and he could barely even feel his body screaming to bear down.

“Fuck I need it out. I think… you might AHHHHHH NOO!” Tears rolled down his cheeks and he pushed down once more, holding his belly and squeezing tight. Elijah looked at him curiously, waiting for his response. “Fuck you might need to help this time.” Stan feel back in his seat defeated. He couldn’t see past his belly still, but he could feel the openness of his cunt.

Elijah watched as Stan pushed frantically in short bursts. It wasn’t until the head sat comfortably in his ruined cunt that he answered. “You want me… to pull?”

Stan nodded as he hit the door flailing during a push. “Y-yes. I can’t do it. It hurts so fucking bad.” Elijah didn’t. He really didn’t, but he was going to. For Stan.

Stan continued to push, grunting, yelling, shaking, and sobbing until the head popped out. “FUCK ELIJAH.” Within seconds Elijah had managed to push his fingers past the stretched and ruined skinned of his husbands hole to hold his fingers under the shoulders. “FUCK FUCK NO STOP STOP STOP!” Elijah didn’t listen and managed to pull out their second child in the midst of Stan’s screams.

Stan couldn’t move. All he could do was stare into the barely moving traffic as he nursed the two children he’d just delivered in his car

pushingboi

We sit together in our bed, just the two of us in the quiet of the early morning. You trace circles over my skin, your fingers connecting with the muffled, constricted movements of your baby in my belly.

I'm swollen and round, my big belly sitting low. Though my womb is warm and safe, it's growing much too cramped, and it's about time for our baby to come into the world.

The contractions hit fast and hard, and with each blinding ache I bury myself in your warm chest for comfort. You kiss my hair, hold my hand and reassure me the whole way through.

"Oh, god.." I moan. I can feel every stretched muscle constricting down, and I can feel just how low the head is sitting already, the way it settles above the bowl of my pelvis. The sensation is more intense than ever, and I toss and turn in distress.

"I know, I know. It's alright, you're doing so good." You attempt to reassure me. "It won't be long now and then the hard part will be over."

The contraction channels downwards and i suddenly feel a sense of urgency accompanying the pressure. "Ahhhnnggh, fuck, I feel like I have to push!"

"Okay, wait wait wait!" You jump up to reposition yourself between my legs, never letting go of my hand. "Let me check-"

"It's too late, I'm fucking puushhhingg!!"

It hits like a freight train, and by the time you've reached inside to check my dilation, I'm already bearing down. You don't find my cervix, anyway; the slick, bulging forebag of my unbroken waters dams the way through.

"It's coming. Ngggh.. It's fucking coming, I can feel the head entering my birth canal. Oh god, help!"

"It's ok, it's ok! You got this! Just take a deep breath and push!"

I push silently, my eyes shut tight and brow furrowing. I gasp and let got, and then push again.

You move down between my legs to watch, stroking my big belly comfortingly.

"Thats it, good boy. Keep going, while you have a contraction!"

I take a deep breath and the next contraction starts. I tremble and brace through it.

"Good boy.. here, open your legs up for the baby to come."

You gently spread my thighs wider and even without pushing, I feel my hips being opened up from the inside by the pressure of the contraction. I whimper and shake, crying out in pain.

"I feel something.." I reach down and touch the veil of membranes beginning to protrude from my slit. "Oh my god, is that him?"

You slip your fingers in underneath to see how far back the head is. "No, that's just your waters, but that means he's moving!"

I sigh and take a deep breath. As the next contraction comes I start pushing slowly. I pause and breathe, and with each push, the sac emerges from my opening lips.

"Alright, I need you to give me a big one here, alright? Okay, on three. 1.. 2.. 3.. PUSH! Yeah! Big push!!"

I brace and bear down hard with your instruction. "Push push push!"

You watch as the sac becomes more and more taut as it reaches its limit, the membrane stretching thin around the milky fluid within. Just as you think it ought to break any moment, it bursts from just below my clit. I moan at the sudden release of pressure as the water gushes out of my birth canal, surging out through my slit and pooling onto the towels beneath my hips with a splash.

Now you reach inside again and finally feel the head for the first time.

"Good job, there he is! I can feel him!"

I on the other hand am very, very aware of the position of the head inside me. The release of pressure doesn't last, and the tide lurches the head forward to sit firmly inside the narrow of my pelvis. The pain and intensity is immense, I can't even speak through it.

"Hey. Hey." You take my hand. "You need to breathe, long and slow okay? Take a good slow breath for the baby."

I nod and oblige, but it's not long before the contraction returns in force, and with it, the unbearable urge to push. "Nnnghh.. I need him out of my belly.."

"Alright, here we go again." You say, gently running a hand over the bottom of my belly. I'm already pushing, but you continue to reinforce me. "Come on, push push push!"

"Holy fuck! Unfhhhhh- Aaaaghh! Fuck, I have to give birth!"

"You're doing great, i can see hair! I can see the head!"

I grip at my belly as I push. The baby feels so fucking big, stretching me to the bone, unfolding me so agonizingly in its inescapable fate to be born.

"Push! Push!"

My muscles strain, I shake with the effort. Deep in the throes of labour I push, push, bearing down through the pain. The head comes into view but momentarily, and then retreats back inside the moment I stop pushing.

"Keep those legs spread, babe. You can do it. He's coming!"

It's so constant I can't stop. There's nothing but pressure and pushing, through the feeling of that excruciating stretch. I make progress with every push, my pussy opening slowly but surely.

"Nhhhh.. nnnggghhhh.. gaaaaaaahhhh...!" I moan through the pain.

The head begins to crown bit by bit between my legs with each desperate push.

"Keep pushing! Keep pushing! He's almost here!"

The head slowly approaches the crown, having been pushed all the way through my hips and now bulging out my slick, swollen entrance.

"There you go, you're pushing so good! Your baby's crowning, and you're stretching so well.

There's no stopping it now. I gasp and pant, eyes gaping as I'm blinded by the pain. My pussy stretches to its limit around the huge head, and with one more big push, the nose and chin slip out as the head is born into your waiting hands. You promptly check for the cord, which thankfully isn't around the baby's neck.

My whole birth canal is stretched from the inside out around the rest of the body and I feel the shoulders rotate inside me.

I pant and pant for a moment, and it isn't long before the next desperate contraction. Now is the final stretch.

I push and push, the head wobbles between my legs but doesn't budge. The pain and pressure are immense. The stretching feeling is different, deeper, but what I feel is fullness - so much fullness as the baby's entire body transits my body through my pussy.

"Aghhh, fuck, I can't! It's too much! Get him out of me!"

"No, you have to do it. You can do it! You're doing great!"

"I- can't.."

"Take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Now PUSH. PUSH! You have to push your baby out!

"AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!"

You push back my thighs with each hand as I bear down, trying to open my pelvis and free the shoulders. Again the head wobbles from the strain but makes no progress towards being born.

"It's stuck, it's stuck!! I can't get him out! Help me, help me I need to birth him!"

You feel around the head and slip your fingers in under my clit and deeper inside. I moan as you finger my poor, swollen, birthing pussy. You don't find the shoulders, like you expected, but manage to hook your finger around an arm.

"Okay, I've got it! Push! Push for me!"

"Nnnnnghh- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I scream in pain as my hole opens wider as I push. This gives you the perfect opportunity to pull the arm free, sweeping it down over the baby's face.

"That's it! He's coming! Come on, big push! One more big push! PUSH!"

I throw back my head and roar, pushing as hard as I can. You pull and pull, and the rest of the baby begins to slide free of my pussy. With a sudden gush the other arm pops free, born up to the waist. I feel the relief wash over me.

I stop for a moment and breathe, the baby halfway out between my legs beginning to sputter and cry. "You did it!" you cheer. "There's our baby, he's finally here!"

I roll my hips and give one more little shove, and the baby comes slithering the rest of the way out. I collapse with exhaustion for the moment, and you gather your crying baby in your arms for the first time.

bigpushes

youre doing so good prompt

"That's it, love. Keep going!"

My legs tremble as I shift my position on the bed, continuing my pattern of breathing with small little grunts. I rest on my hands and knees with my back arched and my ass in the air, rocking my hips back and forth as I try to use the momentum to shove the oversized head of my overdue child down past the burning pressure that's engulfed my cervix.

As that circle of muscle tissue spasms at the height of my birth canal, eager and ready to do it's work, I find that everything else responds in much the same way. My belly contracts, sucking inward against my womb, and I groan as I open my hips even wider, bent almost completely in half as I grit my teeth and follow the 'chin to your chest' rule with my next push. My knuckles are turning white with force from the strength I'm using to both push and to hold myself up, but the action of bearing down breaks my water, spraying a gush of fluid down my legs.

"C-Can you see her?" I ask my partner in a strained, cracked voice. There's no hiding my pain or exhaustion anymore. Hours of labor and nearly 90 minutes pushing has taken it's toll. "Is she coming?"

The sac had been the main obstacle holding the head back and now that it's gone, I feel that I finally know what the true "urge" to push really feels like. The tight cramping of my belly has completely changed, and I moan low and deep as the head grinds down through the neck of my womb and passes through the last lip of cervix to settle behind my furrowed labia.

"Hang on, baby," they tell me, pressing a kiss to my sweaty cheek. Placing their hands on my thighs, they carefully and gently pull my legs apart, exposing my bulging cunt to the cool air. "You're really starting to open!"

I find the excitement in their voice endearing, but 'starting to open' was not what I was hoping to hear. I reach around my belly to stroke my fingertips through my puffy, protruding labia, trying to gauge a sense of how far back the head is. From what I can tell? A few more pushes should bring it to a crown. It couldn't be more than just a knuckle's width behind my furrowed pussy lips. "Mmmm..."

"That's it, love." My partner settles behind me (real, my brain screams on repeat, its real and its happening and its happening now) and puts their hand over mine for counter pressure. "God, she's come so far down. Look at what you've done."

I grunt. "H-Havent done anything yet." A familiar tug starts to build in my overtaxed womb, and I let out a cry of frustration as I bear down with the pain. "Ohhhh, I need her OUT." I'm pushing with my entire strength now, and my body trembles with exhaustion. I'm desperate to squeeze my thighs together to dull the sting that comes with the spreading of my labia, and I lean into my partner's hands supporting me as I try to roar the head out. "She's coming!"

"I know, baby, I know." Their voice is thick with emotion. "I can feel her. I can see her head when you push." I shriek deliriously with pain, but they silence me with a firm "shh" as their fingers slide across my vulva. The use the pads of their fingertips to ghost along my labia and my clit, rubbing in a gentle circular motion until I'm panting softly, my breathing far steadier and much more calm. "That's it. Thats perfect. You're doing so well."

I'm able to push in a more controlled manner with the next contraction, but I still cant help the high pitch whine that slips out as the baby comes to a full crown and actually stays. The lips of my cunt are stretched as far as they'll go, and the stinging pain brings tears to my eyes. "Mmm, it burns," I sob. "I can't do this!"

"You are doing this," my partner tells me, their voice steady and firm. "You're doing so good, sweetheart. Better than I could ask for." They chuckle wetly and lean over my rocking hips to press a kiss to the back of my neck. "I have my hand right here, okay? You're going to give me a push, and her head will be out. You can do this, baby. Tell me you can do this."

Sucking in a deep breath, I force myself to nod. "I-I can do this."

"Again."

"I can do this." My eyes fall closed as I focus on those words, repeating them over and over to myself as I feel my next contraction building. My voice gets increasingly higher in pitch as the pain climbs, and my partner whispers quiet affirmations as we wait. "I can do this- ahhhhhhhohmygodfuck!"

"That's it!" they exclaim. "Oh, baby. You're so, so good."

bigpushes

Another prompt: you know I can’t miss work today, so it’s pretty fucked up that you went into labor just before I leave. It’s okay, I forgive you. We’ll keep the baby in until I get home. Tying your legs together should do the trick.

- Sol ✨

“Oh, baby. Just look at you.”

My eyes snap open to seek yours out in the dim light, breath catching in my throat as I meet your gaze– dark, hungry, and most importantly: approving. A broken sob tears free from my lips, and I struggle against the bindings that are looped around my wrists, desperate to reach out to you. “P-Please,” I whine. “I need… mm, I need to push.”

“That went fast,” you murmur, brow lifting in surprise. “My poor love. You must be so tired.”

Your voice is a soothing balm for my rattled, exhausted body. You place your hand around my ankle, stroking your fingertips over the red silk rope tied around it. Beneath it, my skin is angry and red and raw– hours of twisting in pain had left its mark. Beneath me, the sheets are soaked in sweat and blood and fluid— all clear signs that the birth was imminent. That, and the unbearable pressure building in my hips.

"Should we get these off you then?” you ask as you languidly begin undoing my bindings. “You want me to check and see what's going on?”

"No time,” I gasp. Another contraction holds my belly in a vice grip, and each slip of the rope lets my legs fall open a little wider. The baby's head is forcing its way down my pelvis now; an unbearable weight that brings an unbearable need to push. To shove down around the bowling ball wedged between my thighs. “Mmm, its coming. I can feel it.”

You stop right around my knees, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses along their curve. “Look at how much progress you're making,” you coo, watching intently as my belly spasms and I writhe on the bed, struggling to part my legs. To bear down. “You're being so, so good for me. I knew you would be."

"Mmmph." As the rope slips over my knees, I cry out in relief as I allow them to fall open. Now that there's space, the head is right there. The red-hot tissue of my cervix is stretched wide and thin, and the head grinds against it, forcing its way down. "N-Need to push," I gasp. "Please, can I push? Please, please, pleas- ahhhh, fuck!"

My pleas trail off into a desperate wail, and I throw my head back against the pillows, bearing down with as much strength as I can. I feel you undo another knot, and I immediately spread my legs wider, exposing just a small glimpse of my bulging cunt.

"Slow, baby. Slow," you command. "You dont want to rush. You'll tear."

"Ooooh." I inhale a shaky breath. "Its— hmmmmph. Baby, I cant stop," I pant, my eyes wide and wild. "It's c-comingggg."

Your facade slips, just a little. I feel your urgency as you undo the last of the bindings that criss-cross over my thighs and the base of my belly. Your lips leave a lingering kiss on the skin there, and a small smile tugs at your mouth as you move to kneel between my legs. "You've done so well. You ready to push for me?"

I nod frantically as I work to shift myself up onto my knees, bound wrists be damned. "Its right there," I grunt as I brace my weight on you, half expecting the baby to slide down to a full crown as soon as my thighs are open. Your arm slides around my waist to hold me up, and your other hand reaches between my legs to cup my gaping labia and perineum. "Holy fuckkk."

"God, you're so open, baby," you marvel, sliding your fingertips over my lips and my pulsing clit. "Look at you. Giving me the best show. I could watch you do this forever. Spread yourself open and birth baby after baby."

I whimper softly as the image fills my head. "L-Let me get through this one first," I pant. "Just... just gonna push it outtttt."

I grit my teeth as I bear down again, pushing the massive head down towards your waiting hands. Your fingers don't leave my clit, and I rock my hips against your eager touch as I shove and struggle to pass the baby's head through my cervix. "Godddd, why wont it come?!"

"It is coming, baby," you tell me, voice thick with emotion. "You're so wide open down here. This sweet little cunt is doing its job. You're getting our baby out." You gently shift my position a little, placing one hand behind my knee to shift it forward, leaving me kneeling on one leg. "Push for me now. Let me see my baby."

I feel the tissue of my cervix finally give way with the next push, and a shrill roar builds up from my chest as the head fills my cunt, my lips gaping open around a small sliver of wet, dark hair. "Burninggggg," I shriek. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad."

"I see it!" Your face lights up as you peer between my legs, watching as the head slides down and then back up again. "God, you're really doing it. Keep going, baby! Pushhh!"

"Nnnnnng-hhhhhOHMYGOD!"

The head lingers at a full crown for a moment, stretching my tissues to their absolute limit, and then with a single push and a cry of effort, it pops out in a gush of fluid, landing right into your palm.

"Oh, my love," you breathe, eyes shining with pride. "You're so good. So very perfect." You cradle the head delicately as I struggle to catch my breath, panting against the side of your neck. "Now, I need you to pull yourself together. You still have some work to do, hm?" I feel you smirk as you kiss the top of my head.

"I would hate to have to push it back in..."

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bearbirth

Since you like it, I need more cow girl birth!!!! But this time In the farm, like, it's her first time birthing, and the others cow girls are helping her, she is in a barn or something like that. It can be difficult or easy, long or short, you decide, just need more about COW GIRLS! MOOOO!!!

I’ll do you one better. In the spirit of Christmas, here is a reindeer girl birth out in an open field~!

Oh god…! When I hooked up with that buck last head I hadn’t expected this. Snow is falling on the ground and. My little brown pattered mini skirt is only doing so much to hide the labor. I push a little, groaning. I’d been in labor for a full day and had started to push an hour ago. I was in denial until tre urge for so bad and I could feel the baby inside me stretching myself open for its enterance into the world. The other reindeer around me have noticed my plight. Some of the other girls have come over to check on me but I insisted I was fine.

“Mmmmrrrrrhh!!”

My little tail wags hard as I try to push the head out. I can feel little horns prodding at my birth canal. The bells on my halter jingle as I bend over with hands on my knees. I’m puffing air out. The baby is coming too fast x I’m not ready. The eldest of the group finally comes over she has me gets down on all fours. Soon my legs spread on their own and I cry out. The head pushes open my entrance just a little.

“O-Oh.!!! Oh marshmallows it’s..! It’s commmMmmiNNGGG MROOOOOOO!”

I bellow loudly as my hips dip down. The head forms a tear drop then sinks back in. I pant hard. The herd of reigndeer girls is around me, petting me, offering food, and support. I just grunt and heave. Another contraction and I push as hard as I can. The head begins to come out without falling back in all the way.

“OH ITS HORNS!! Help!! Please it hurts!! No don’t touch- HHRGGGGGG!! AH ahhhhh!”

I strain again, then gasp for air. The horns pop out, holding the head at the beginnings of a crown. The girls are oooing at my progress. I just push my hips down and bare my teeth. The head pops out suddenly. I scream. It hurt so bad…!! The head is now lifting my skirt up for everyone to see the calf I’m birthing.

“N-No! No don’t look!! Oh gumdrops…!!!”

I sob loudly. My hips are shaking. It’s too big! I’ve never had a baby before! I cry in pain as the girls help the baby turn inside me. My bells jingle as I fall forward, leaving my hips up.

“hooo… one more…! Come on baby!”

I close my eyes and push. And push. The babies shoulders slip out. The rest is left inside me. It’s dangling out. One more…

“MMMMMMMHHH-OOOOOOORRRR! Aaaah! Oh! Oh my calf!!”

I grab the baby that has just been born into the snow. The other girls quickly usher me into the barn where my traditional reindeer equipment is taken off. Seems like I won’t be participating in any reindeer games this year!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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