Been in labor for two days now and after having my partner usher an orgasm I can feel that this is it, it’s time. I sit on my side with legs wide enough a part so my partner can see all of me and I begin to push letting my body just do the work while I succumb to all of the pressure and feelings that are running through me, calmly bringing my 3rd child into the world
It was common knowledge that most participants in the Eve Project had a bit of a birth kink, though even the most exhibitionistic among them still preferred to keep births a relatively private and intimate affair. Many women went off and gave birth unassisted, claiming they had a better experience when they were just able to focus on themselves rather than the people around them trying to help.
Beth, on the other hand, liked to be watched. Something about giving birth unassisted while being watched by a dozen or so horny individuals felt empowering and performative to her in a way she'd long since stopped trying to explain. She was currently laboring with her fourth child, her belly huge and gravid beneath her hands. Her bunkmates, most of whom had helped her with her last birth, had spread word throughout the compound: Beth is in labor; you know the one.
By noon, roughly a score had shown up near her and her friends' shack. Men, women, pregnant, not. For whatever reason, whenever Beth asked if someone wanted to watch her have her baby they usually did. Some were younger women still fascinated by the process of getting pregnant and giving birth, others wanted to give their best wishes and be part of the process, but Beth suspected most were just horny and loved to watch someone bring life into the world just as she did.
She paced along the stream running by the shack, as she and her bunkmates endearingly referred to their sturdy lean-to. Most people were chatting and relaxing among themselves. She overheard a couple people even recounting her previous births, while others seemed to be so aroused by the energy in the air that they sneaked away in couples to presumably make their own babies. Beth smiled to herself, closing her eyes and breathing through another contraction. She swayed on her feet, exhaling slowly, pretending she didn't notice the eyes following her hungrily.
As she labored, she thought of positions that would offer an optimal view. Her last birth had been on all fours, leaning over a stump and crouching, her baby born quickly on the grass. The one before had been a water birth, and at some point her dozen or so spectators had joined her in the pond. She stretched her back, her massive bare belly poking forward. Perhaps this time she could try standing. A sharp pain in her middle broke her concentration, and she leaned forward a bit as she caught her breath. Suddenly a canteen was held up to her face, which she accepted with a grateful smile and took a few sips of water. Her baby was hanging so low now, sinking into her pelvis with each contraction.
She stretched again, her back aching, and padded into the stream. The cool water running over her feet soothed her somewhat, and she took another deep breath as she became aware of the afternoon sun.
"Ah!" Beth gasped softly, her knees parted, as her water broke suddenly. She laughed to herself as she heard a few people clap in the background; she'd always found applause at these things to be strange, though there was no set custom. She swayed in place, breathing deeply, holding her belly in her hands.
"How are you feeling, Beth?" someone asked. Do you need to push yet? was most likely what they were thinking, the anticipation in the group palpable. She noticed a few more had joined the group at the edges, chatting among themselves and admiring the laboring woman in their midst.
"There's still some time yet," she sighed, rubbing her tummy. "But she's moving, I can feel her."
"Can I get you anything?" someone asked.
She shook her head, smiling to herself. Then she paused as another contraction washed over her, more intense than the last. Beth let out a low groan, the weight concentrating into her hips, like a bowling ball being cradled in her pelvis.
"I'm going to have to push soon," she grunted. Before she was even aware of what was happening, someone had laid a blanket across a broad log and someone else was leading her to sit down. She panted, feeling the baby pressing against her birth canal. She sat on the log beside the babbling stream, facing the 20-30 people gathered around her, and spread her legs.
Beth winced and grunted again at the next contraction, her baby moving downward and starting to bulge behind her perineum. The energy changed in the group as they began to slowly cluster around her, moving in for a better view. There was a palpable excitement, and an electric sense of arousal at the prospect of another breeding coming to successful fruition. She panted, trying to keep her body from pushing just yet, wanting to make sure everyone got to see.
She gasped, and with a loud moan she began to crown, leaning back and baring her womanhood as it bulged with life. When the contraction ended, the head slipped back inside.
"Beautiful," someone murmured. Beth arched her back and panted as she pushed again, feeling the mound growing between her legs, slowly emerging. The tear-shaped slit between her folds grew and rounded until she'd fully crowned and took a second to catch her breath. She reached down to touch her baby's head, trying not to focus on the ravenous stares watching her give birth.
One of the newer guys had seated himself towards the front, and stared up at her engorged, birthing pussy with wonder. Without thinking he began to extend a hand. "Can I…?"
Beth nodded breathlessly, a tingle in her chest at the tenderness with which he cradled her baby's head as it bulged out of her. The pressure was exquisite, her belly and hips full to the brim. Someone in the back seemingly came just from the sight, and a few others crept forward to ask to feel as well. Beth leaned back, letting their hands roam over her warm, taut belly and straining thighs and engorged, sensitive lips.
Her breathing quickened, and she batted their hands away as another contraction washed over her. This time she couldn't fight it and had to bear down, crying out in pain as the baby's head burst from her in a single push. As she was catching her breath, she noticed a few people were touching themselves discreetly. She leaned back again, breathing deeply and shifting her hips, baring herself for them to see. It wouldn't be long now, may as well make sure everyone gets a look. Her face contorted as she felt the urge to push again, screaming as the head rotated and the shoulders emerged one at a time.
She trembled, her legs shaking from the strain and pressure in her pelvis. "C-can someone catch her, p-please?" Beth panted, looking vulnerable with her legs splayed open and her baby half hanging from her vagina. The nearest spectator, another pregnant woman, reached up and kept the baby from slipping as Beth gave a last few pushes. More clapping was heard once the baby was born and began to let out a lusty cry. Beth accepted her, holding her to her chest and thanking the woman who'd helped deliver her. Someone moaned in the background, driven to pleasure by the primal scene.
"Well now," said Beth, looking around at all the eyes on her as though just noticing how many people had come to watch her. "Next time I'll have to find somewhere with more space for this, huh?"
Woke up this morning even hornier, guess you can't sleep it off when you want another baby fucked into you!
I can't remember the last time my legs weren't spread wide to accommodate my oversized belly. The head is nestled tightly against my cervix, better bring that doppler down a bit, he's really lodged deep in there...
Hours later, that big head finally started to show between my swollen, bulging lips, juicy with birthing fluid. Since I refused going to the hospital despite many many warnings he'd be too big to deliver vaginally, my midwife called for help. Even though I'm a couple weeks overdue, I'm kinda glad I got so huge they needed four people to help me deliver...
The head took another hour from this point. Much to big to POP out like in the movies, my chunky baby took his time as I pushed and a couple ladies helped spread me to make room for the big head. I could feel him crown as I pushed then the pressure relaxed as my tender pussy lips slipped over his fat head and settled around his neck. God that head felt incredible to push out of my pussy...
Once the head was out it was clear to everyone that he was stuck in my birth canal. My moaning and panting must have served as a type of consent to my birth helpers because they started doing whatever they wanted to my body. I have to admit I was a little turned on as roughly handled me without any concern for my comfort...
They finally were able to pull my fat baby out of my hole after a struggle and put him on my bloated belly. I loved seeing him, all chunky and gooey, but my first thought was how much I immediately missed having him in my belly. I know you're supposed to wait a little, but I made my husband promise me he'd have a little sibling before his first birthday.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
Rating: Mature
Summary:
It’s the end of the thirteenth century, and Crowley makes her living as a medicinal sorceress serving the people of the nearby village, which she has enjoyed for many years. Most recently, she has accepted an assignment from Hell—to birth a human child Earthside—that she plans to endure alone, although ends up relying on the only other being on Earth who can understand, Aziraphale.
"I can't believe you're going through with this! A normal pregnancy is hard enough on the human body as it is, to say nothing of what you're planning."
Sarah nodded along, half listening. Frankly, she had heard this lecture before, from her friends, from her family, from her coworkers, and now from a woman in the waiting room of a fertility clinic. Sarah always failed to see the point of this conversation. She and her husband, Dave, had made up their minds about this a long time ago, and regardless it was a little late to back out now.
Sarah was, thankfully, spared from more of that exchange when a nurse came to retrieve her and guided to a room near the back of the clinic. A woman in a white lab coat stepped away from a desk in the back and moved to shake her hand.
"Hi, I'm Doctor Kellner," the woman spoke "and you are-"
"Sarah. Sarah Parks."
"Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm with the project. I'll be sort of your go-to person from here on out. If you can just hop up on the table here, we can get started."
At this, Sarah got on the exam table. Frequent exams were going to be a part of her life from now on. Ever since she'd been impregnated on this very table about four weeks ago. The embryo was her and her husband's, modified as part of an experimental genetic engineering program intended to increase human intelligence. While that sounded great in theory, increased intelligence meant increased head size and increased gestation time as well - her baby would take a full twelve months before it was mature.
"I know this whole… process can seem a little intimidating at first," the doctor began, "but this really is a fantastic opportunity. You definitely made the right choice sticking it out this far. It's such a revolutionary program, the ways we've come up with to handle the 'Cephalopelvic Disproportion Problem' are just…"
Sarah nodded along in a rather detached fashion. There wasn't really much point in giving her the sales pitch now, and she had already heard as many lurid descriptions of the elaborate procedures they would use as she cared to. Ordinarily, a twelve-month fetus with an oversized head would be an impossible challenge to fit through a human pelvis. The scientists working on the project had developed a plan, of course, to deal with this, which they would call brilliant and most others would call insane. Sarah was, truthfully, still undecided.
The essence of the plan was simple. If the head can't fit through the narrowest part of the pelvis past nine months, then fit it through at nine months. If the baby can't be born until twelve months, then don't give birth to it until it's twelve months along. The consequence of these two requirements is that Sarah would have to wait eight more months, go into labor, push the head out until it just barely peeks through her opening, then keep it there for another three months before finally finishing the process of giving birth.
While this process certainly sounded intimidating, it was, at least, reasonably safe. Sarah was not the first woman to undergo this procedure; there had been others before her that she'd read about, but a lot of women were still put off by what it would entail. Sarah was too, to be honest; those last three months sounded hellishly uncomfortable, but what were three months of discomfort compared to improving her child's whole life.
"…which is really-" the doctor stopped. "Sorry, I sometimes ramble on about these things a little too much. Being part of this project for so long got me really familiar with all the 'messy details,' and then having two of my own just-"
This last part piqued Sarah's interest. "You've done this yourself?"
"Of course I have. I meant it when I said you made the right choice."
Sarah couldn't even try to stop herself from asking, "And how are your kids now?"
"Oh they're just perfect. My four-year-old, she's reading everything she can get her hands on and my two-year-old is just growing like a weed. I would show you pictures, but then I'd be here all day. Was there anything else you wanted to know first-hand?"
"Yeah, this is a little awkward to ask, but how were the last three months for you?"
"Yeah, that part. A lot of people get hung up on that. Here, I'll put it this way: if I really hated it that much, I wouldn't have done it twice. And besides," she gave Sarah a knowing smile, "it goes a lot better once you learn to enjoy it."
The appointment finished up soon after. Sarah was greatly relieved to have done this before - multiple times, even - and didn't regret having done so, but that last statement stuck out in her head. This didn't seem like the kind of thing you "learned to enjoy" so much as something you endured, but she supposed she would see what that meant once she got to it.
The "normal" portion of Sarah's pregnancy proved fairly unremarkable. Her belly slowly grew, her clinic visits continued, her baby's growth was filled out, and she did her best to carry on with her life. While pregnancy was occasionally inconvenient, Sarah and her husband certainly took the time to enjoy some of the changes that were happening to her.
Preparing for the birth was a little different than usual, though. Sarah would go into labor twice; first at nine months to open her cervix and move the head down, then again at twelve months to give birth to the baby. Sarah would be given "labor suppressants" to stop her first labor, and would continue to take them for the three months afterwards, to stop her body trying to give birth before it was time.
This meant, among other things, that her Lamaze classes looked a little different than usual. They were divided into two sections: one for mothers in the first nine months of their pregnancies, and another for those in the last three months, both run by women who had been through the program before. Sarah was in the first group. She did a lot of practicing on how to breathe through contractions, both her and her husband used a dummy to practice holding back a crowning head, and they even learned about some more advanced methods to help her hold off from giving birth in an emergency, like tying her legs together or pressing her groin against something firm.
These skills would be very important in the second stage of her pregnancy; the medication she would take would help stop her body from going into labor, but it wasn't perfect. Contractions and the urge to push would still come and go, and it was very important that Sarah knew how to deal with those things to avoid giving birth too early.
Sarah felt her first labor start in the 39th week of pregnancy. Her contractions started weak and far apart and she didn't have too much trouble dealing with them at first. She spent the time straightening up her house; consciously, she knew it would be quite a while before she would have a baby to clean up for, but her body had not been informed of the plan and the instinct to get everything in order was strong.
At about 8:00 in the evening, when she felt that her contractions were sufficiently well established to constitute "real" labor, Sarah and Dave packed their things and set off for the hospital. Upon arrival, however, Sarah was told she was only 1cm dilated and sent home, disappointed to hear she had so far left to go. Sarah slept fitfully, doing her best to work through the increasingly intense pains in her belly. By the time morning came, she thought that, surely, she had to be in active labor by now. Sarah was once again disappointed; the hospital told her she was 2cm dilated this time, and told her to go home again. She sat hunched over despondently during the car ride home.
"Oh god-" she worried to herself, "how much longer is this going to take? Oh god- if I'm not even in active labor yet, then what's that going to be like? Oh god- OH GOD-" Sarah gasped as she felt something inside her shift downward, a feeling of fullness building up between her legs.
"Turn the car around!" Sarah nearly shouted, "It's coming down!"
"But the hospital said-"
"I know what the hospital said, but I also know that I'm holding back from pushing right now; if we don't turn around, we're not going to make it there at all."
Dave turned the car and rushed back the way they came; the hospital checked her, saw she was at 8cm and dilating rapidly, and rushed her through check-in as much as they could. The experience was all a whirlwind. Sarah remembers nurses encouraging her not to push just yet ("Just remember your breathing!"), at some point she traded her clothes for a hospital gown, she got an IV with the labor suppressants that "should've been started two hours ago," there was no time for an epidural, and she was suddenly laying in a hospital bed with her legs spread.
Doctor Kellner coached her while she breathed through contractions, "Okay, you're nearly there now, Sarah. When the nurse tells you to push, you can push, but, and this is important, when I tell you to stop, I need you to stop, okay?"
"Okay."
"We don't want the head to move too far. Once you're done pushing, I'll help you pant through the contractions and keep the head there. You covered breathing through contractions in your Lamaze classes?" Sarah nods. "Good. You got here a little suddenly, so we're running a bit behind, but soon you should be able to get the labor suppressants, and we can talk next steps once that's done."
"Alright-Nng…"
"Do you have a contraction?"
Sarah winced, "Yeah."
The nurse moved back to the foot of the bed and pressed two fingers into Sarah to check her dilation. "You're ready." She pressed in two more fingers of her other hand, using them to spread Sarah open to get a better view of the head. "Alright, push."
Sarah pushed. When she did, the pressure she felt so low in her pelvis was relieved as she felt her baby start to move down. She pulled her thighs back with her hands while she bore down, her face redenning with effort. The pressure she felt was strong and she pushed long and hard, trying to hold on to that wonderful feeling as long as possible.
"Good," the nurse responded once Sarah let go. "And again."
Sarah pushed again. It felt so good, the sheer relief it brought was heavenly. She loved being able to do something about the overwhelming fullness that she felt building up in-
"And stop."
"Wha-" Sarah blurted out, breathing rapidly to prevent the head from moving forward any more.
"That's it. You're done. The head is where it needs to be," the nurse explained to her.
"But I barely got to- I barely pushed!"
"Yeah, I guess your baby felt cooperative today. Usually it takes a little longer than that."
Sarah said nothing to this, focusing instead on breathing through the remainder of the contraction. As she felt the urge to push ebb, she finally responded, "So, what now?"
Doctor Kellner responded to this. "Now we just wait, really. The medication should kick in soon, and then you'll be good to head home."
The next contraction came soon. Sarah did her best to just relax and focus on her breathing. She tried not to think about how relieving it would be to push, how good it had felt earlier. She panted heavily and gripped the sides of the bed as she felt the contraction peak, her breathing rapid and deep. Dave did his best to help her through it, stroking her hair and whispering encouragement into her ear as she put everything she had into holding back.
Another contraction began almost immediately after the last one ended. Sarah's moan of frustration was cut off by more desperate breathing as she felt the urge to push return in full force. She spread her legs wider on the bed and shifted her hips restlessly side to side, anything to try and relieve the pressure between her legs. Nothing brought more than temporary relief, though, as she sank back in tired resignation.
The next few contractions progressed similarly, washing over Sarah with few breaks in between. When they finally, mercifully, abated for a minute, she took the time to ask "Ha- How much longer is it going to be?"
The nurse answered, "It might take a little while longer. Just keep hanging in there, okay." In truth, Sarah should have been started on these drugs over two hours ago; "a little while" was selling it short.
Sarah shot her a look of utter irritation. The nurse gave her an apologetic smile in return, but the doctor looked thoughtful for a moment. "Here, this might help." At Sarah's inquisitive look, she continued, "when you have to, hold it here-" the doctor put Sarah's hand over her bulging labia "-and push. Gently. It'll help you practice for keeping the head in later." Sarah looked at the doctor as if Jesus Christ himself was standing in her place, totally ignoring the nurse's look of confusion.
Encouraged by her words, Sarah tried a tentative push, pressing her hand against the head when she felt it move forward slightly. Pushing helped relieve the intense fullness she felt, and she chatted happily with the doctor and her husband as she relaxed between contractions, one hand slowly stroking the small patch of head visible at her opening.
At the doctor's encouragement, Sarah and her husband took turns pressing their hands to her groin as the doctor gave them tips on how best to hold in the head (cup your hand over as much of the head as possible, push back at an angle to follow the curve of the pelvis, press firmly but not too firmly).
Sarah pushed once agin, a little harder this time. She felt the head start to slip forward and pressed a little more firmly with her hand to compensate. The feeling was intoxicating; she pushed a little harder with the next contraction, a little more with the one after that, and a lot more with the one after that.
The need to reach around her belly meant that Sarah couldn't press the head back with full force; she felt the head start to slip out despite everything she could do. "Babecanyouswitchwithmeplease-" Dave rushed to help her hold back "-Nnnn- here," she guided his hand, "-press, yeah. Harder- AAAh-" Sarah bore down again, hand gently resting against her husband's as she felt him hold back their child. Soon she was red-faced and pushing full force against Dave's hand, any thoughts of "gentle" pushes long forgotten.
The nurse looked on, increasingly concerned. "Uh-" she started before the doctor silenced her. "Really, you don't need to be here for this part." Somewhat sheepishly, the nurse hurried out of the room. She turned to the couple, "I hate to be rude to her like that, but I get the feeling you two would prefer a little more privacy." They both blushed a little at this assertion, but it was true for both of them. "I figured. Here, you've got a handle on holding back the head?" Dave confirmed that he did. "Good. Then I'll leave you two alone for a bit," she said with a knowing smile, "press the 'call' button if the contractions quiet down or if either of you needs anything. Otherwise…" her smile widened as she left the room.
"Uh-" "So-" They both stopped, awkwardly. A moment of silence passed. Dave overcame his hesitation first, "You're turned on by this?" "Yeah." "Me too." Sarah's blush deepened. The feeling of Dave's hand pushing against her clit had given her a slowly building feeling of arousal, and she could feel her wetness starting to coat his hand. He could feel it too, seeping from between her lips. It made a wet squelching sound as he gave her clit an experimental rub. "Nnnnng-" she moaned- she was surprisingly sensitive- "No, don't stop. Keep going while- Nhhh- while I push."
She bore down as he rubbed firmly on her clit, making her cum soon after. She kept up the push during her orgasm, and let go when it ended. She took some short breaths before she bore down again and felt his fingers resume their work. Her next orgasm chained into the last one as she felt her legs shaking from the force of her pushing and the intensity of her pleasure. She screamed through her orgasm before finally falling silent as it ended. She pushed again, chasing the tail end of the contraction, and almost immediately felt another orgasm shooting like lightning up her spine. She yelled out again in pleasure as she felt her her opening pulsing around the head lodged inside her, alternately clenching and releasing and only adding to her pleasure. "Haaaa- Haaaa- Oh god- Oh fuck-" she breathed out before fixing her husband with a desperate, excited stare, "You- haaah- you will do that again, right?"
She lay back tiredly with the end of the contraction. Dave wondered if she might be too tired to continue, but she gave him an expectant look before bearing down enthusiastically when the next contraction started. He rubbed her clit and helped her cum while she pushed. When it ended, she laid back; despite her seeming fatigue, she was just as eager to push when more contractions came. Dave was just as eager to help her through them, using his hands and mouth on her clit while he held back the head. Pushing helped her cum, and cumming helped her push; whether she was screaming from effort or from orgasm was impossible for even her to tell.
Eventually, though, fatigue and overstimulation began to take their toll. Sarah started to push more and more gently before going back to breathing through the contractions.
"You're done pushing?" Dave asked.
"I think so, yeah. The contractions aren't nearly as strong as they were at the start; I can feel the labor suppressants finally starting to work. Plus, I'm way too tired to keep pushing."
"Yeah, you were really going at it."
"Yeah, I kinda was. I don't regret it though; I expected this to be all uncomfortable and medical, not like… y'know…"
"Not like it was?"
"No, not like it was. Not like it is. I mean, sex aside, I also really liked how close we were when you were…" Sarah blushes a little at this, "How close we still are now." Neither of them says anything more after that as the two of them share the moment while Sarah's contractions abate.
Eventually, Sarah breaks the silence, "Alright, that's been the last one for a while. Can you hit the call button?" Dave does so, and soon after Doctor Kellner returns.
"Well, how are we feeling? Is everything alright?"
"More than anything else right now, I feel like I just ran a marathon."
Doctor Kellner looks down at Sarah, soaked with sweat and still shaking slightly, and laughs to herself a little. "Yeah, I was the same way when I had my second. Trust me, it's more fun this way than when everything goes to plan."
Neither Sarah nor Dave can manage to formulate a response to this by the time Doctor Kellner comes back around to the bed. "Alright, now for the final hurdle: getting you up out of bed."
Sarah looks up at her with skepticism, wondering quite how she's supposed to accomplish that in her current state.
"Yeah, no one's really eager to do that at this point, but I promise it's not as hard as it sounds. Here," Doctor Kellner helps Sarah position her legs to hang off the legs of the bed, with one hand cupping the bulging head in her crotch. "Now press your hand against the head, nice and firmly. Yeah, just like that, perfect. And now-"
Doctor Kellner pulls Sarah to her feet. "Nnnn-" Sarah exclaims, feeling the head drop slightly before pressing her hand upwards to stop it- "Aaaah… it's okay, I'm okay."
"Yeah, you get the hang of that eventually. So, how does that feel, now that you're up?"
"Most of all, it feels like there's a bowling ball lodged between my hips."
"Yeah, you'll get used to that."
"Also, it still feels like I have to push a little bit, and- nnng- the head's pressing against my clit from the inside."
"Both of those do get better over time; neither of them go away completely, but whether you'd want the second one to, that's…" she smiles a little before trailing off, and fixes Sarah with a serious look. "Jokes aside though, this can get pretty uncomfortable at times, especially early on while your body is still adjusting. I just want you to know that, as someone who has done this twice before, it does get easier if you give it a little time, okay?"
"Okay. I'll keep that in mind."
"One final thing. Here." She hands Sarah a small booklet. "This is something me and a few other mothers put together. Call it a 'survival guide' of sorts, some of the tips in there were real lifesavers, for me at least."
Sarah accepted the guide as well as all her more official medical paperwork, including a prescription for more labor-suppressing pills. After setting a date for her next exam (those hadn't ended just because she was in "stage two" now), Sarah was finally allowed to leave the hospital, still ultimately uncertain of what the next three months of her life would be like.
I'm still new to writing of this kind (and writing in general); any constructive comments would be greatly appreciated. What did you like best? What didn't you like (and how could I improve)? By all means, let me know.
Parts 2 and 3 will come eventually, covering Sarah's experience with the second stage of her pregnancy and the birth of her oversized child.
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