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Oh baby girl, what are you doing? I heard you moaning so low and deep. Oh. Look at you. So horribly pregnant you can't find comfort in anything. Your back screaming from the baby and the all the weight in your heavy belly and tits. Belly aching as my big fat baby drops low in your heavy uterus. All the terrible pressure bearing down right on top of your poor vagina as you get lightening crotch.

Sweetheart, you look like your in pure misery carrying Daddy's baby right now. Want you to squat as low and deep as you can and you ride the wave. I know you want to push so badly. I know you've reached your limit. You're doing such a good job. Daddy is so proud of you for carrying his babies.

That's it baby girl, keep moaning it out loud. Daddy will get on the floor and softly rub and play with that swollen bulging pussy while you groan and grunt with your heavy pregnancy.

You're doing such a good job babe. You're fucking glowing.

screamingandwhelping

I wonder if there are any creatures you can give birth to where there’s a surprise twin/triplet/etc situation… some creature where it keeps multiplying and you keep having to push out more every time you feel like you’re finished

I do have one particular permapreg fantasy where I prove myself as the alpha werewolf’s favorite womb and he starts breeding me daily. Near my due date, during a hard breeding, my water breaks and I whelp a few pups while he watches, but my belly is still huge. My contractions stop and it’s over. I get checked out and it turns out I have litters upon litters of pups inside me, each at a partial stage of development. There’s another litter of pups just ready to be whelped. The next day my alpha fucks me into labor again and I whelp another small litter. Every single day my water breaks and I have to squat and whelp a litter of pups, but my belly is always still full. And every day I’m bred and fertilized with a new litter while pregnant with 4 months’ worth of werewolf pups, all waiting their turn to be whelped.

And one day I find out that a pup has been stuck inside my womb for months past its due date—and it has just found its way to my cervix. It’s orders of magnitude bigger than any pup I’ve whelped, and there’s no one to help me as my body gives in and pushes…

pregnantbunbun

i really need to feel the weight of my gravid belly between my hips rn. Need to feel myself carrying twins, struggling to do my chores around the house because I'm so big. Need to feel my tits leaking milk and leaving stains on my dresses and shirts. Need to feel my partner's hands holding my belly while they slip their cock into me, whispering about how they're going to knock me up again before I can even give birth because they need to keep me perpetually pregnant. I need to feel my water break from their cock pounding me, but they won't stop until they feel my cervix dilating. Need to feel their cum running down my thighs while I labor around the two massive babies they gave me

dombreederr

Cmon now, spread your legs a little wider. Good good… babe.. just like that. Just breathe .. breathe.. gooood. It’s coming down now faster isn’t it? Do you feel like you need to push? Ok.. take a deep breathe in and puuuush all that air out. Focus on bringing that pressure down. Oh.. fuck. Your pussy is starting to bulge now. Breathe .. oh babe your lips are parting. I see our babies head. Reach down and feel with me. Crown our baby right here

toomuchbirth

Accidents

(Content Warning: Unwanted pregnancy, reproductive abuse, talks of abortion and neglect, trauma)

The first time, he insisted it was an accident.

My boyfriend said he loved me, that he would stay with me. Obviously we were too young to get married. But we would stay together, raise the child together.

Yet, I often felt like I was alone. Struggling with classwork, dealing with my changing body, even things like getting dressed and cleaning my room getting more and more difficult.

Watching the way the pregnancy completely took over my body, my life, was painful on a different level. The fact people no longer asked me about me. They only asked about how the pregnancy felt. How the baby was doing. When I was due. If I knew who the dad was. Not about my interests or hobbies or shows we enjoyed. If we even got there, it was a distant step after every question down to what I want to name it.

The entire time, I kept telling myself I would learn to love it.

imagineyourepregnant

Teacher's Pet

Submission note: this can be tagged fpreg, nbpreg, and tmpreg! You can credit me.

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You are special. You are the brilliant, shining star of his class.

Sure, maybe he fucks some of the other students, too. Maybe you’re far from the only person who’s been on your knees and gagging on his cock. Maybe his desk has seen all kinds of young, vigorous minds bent over his desk and reduced to brainless, cock-hungry sluts.

But you’re special. You’re absolutely certain of it. After all, you’re the one carrying his child.

If you weren’t special, then why is no one else pregnant? Why are you the one who gets to call him by his actual name instead of just Professor Hale? Why does he look at you like that during department events and guest lectures? He’s so willing to risk everything for you. After all, when it was first obvious to everyone that you were expecting, he had followed you out of the ballroom, pulled you into a janitor’s closet, and gripped your belly as you rode him. It’s already hot enough to have his baby inside of you; it’s even hotter when his cum is rolling down your leg while you talk with the department head about your upcoming senior thesis.

imagineyourepregnant

A Crown for a Queen

421.1. A request: The Queen of a nation is about to give birth to the next heir to the throne. Naturally such an event can’t take place in her private chambers, instead she must give birth in a public space, for the court and commoners to see. Bonus points if she has to be restrained in some way.

A Crown for a Queen

A Valiantremnant original

Pre-Story notes: Oh did this prompt ever inspire me. I initially planned on doing a fun little short story, but as I went, I wound up expanding and expanding (lol) until I got to where the story is now. I might do more with this world, but who knows. Now, quick note, due to the nature of this story, it's not very dialogue heavy. I tried to break it up as best as I could, but if I put a ton of dialogue in it, the main character would mostly be talking to herself, and given the setup here, (some dehydration) that isn't really a good idea.

In Konur, tradition insisted on a public birth of every royal child. Every. One. It had started over one thousand years ago when a changeling had sought to overthrow the royal line by replacing a newborn heir. Or by supplanting the queen. The exact reasons have been lost to history. But to prevent such a thing from happening with his children, King Okdar had his wife, Queen Anya, give birth where all could see, and all could vow that the child was indeed born to them. The method passed on to their children, and their children. A proof becoming tradition, the site of Queen Anya's labors becoming a great amphitheater. And from then on, every queen, and every princess in line to become queen would give birth in the same place, bound and visible for all. For all to see that the child born was indeed born of the queen, and for all to see the strength of their queens, to see that they had the strength to be the shield of the people of Konur. When Queen Valaina's water had broken that morning, word had immediately gone out, alerting the nobles and visiting dignitaries who had travelled weeks ago for the royal birth. Valaina had married into the royal family, and while she knew of the birthing ritual, she had never seen it before, much less thought that she would be given the honor of going through it herself. The noble houses had similar traditions, but those were usually attended by close friends and family only, nothing like the affair of a royal birth. Once the word had gone out, the royal midwife had arrived, examining Valaina and letting her know that she was only about halfway dilated, and that there would be plenty of time to arrive at the amphitheater. Valaina knew that she should have gone to see it before today, but since the tragic death of her husband, King Helbrun, she had been too busy tending the affairs of state. But now as she entered the vaulted Queen's Entrance of the amphitheater, she wished she had visited at least once. She passed carved statues, each one of a woman. As she had contractions passing them, she paid them little mind, but the odd detail struck out at her as she passed. Some were carved in obsidian, most were done in marble. Some glittered with gemstones, others were plain. Some had objects in their hands, others were empty handed. "Oh gods! Ow!" She groaned, stopping by one of the statues and gripping the edge of the alcove that held it. The contraction that held her now was fierce and made her legs shake with the effort of her womb. "Come Valaina," Marne, Helbrun's aunt called, "You can't well give birth in here, can you?"

valiantremnant

Labor of Love

Labor of Love, Pt. 1

A Valiantremnant original

Pre-story notes: Firstly, an important note. I get that the premise/setup of closing hospitals for the location of this story is somewhat topical, and genuinely, my heart goes out to anyone who finds themselves in this situation, be they a doctor or a patient. Moving on, with birth, there is a large 'mind-over-matter' mindset. If you go into labor in high spirits, it might still be difficult, but you'll at least be starting from a good point. If you go in feeling more defeated from the get go, it's only going to get worse from there. So I've put my characters though decent amounts of physical torment throughout my stories, I figured for once, I'll let labor just be labor, but play mind games. Extra note written while this story is awaiting release: I had not seen really any amount of Friends aside from the occasional clip that shows up on reels, so imagine my surprise when at someone's house, I found, essentially, the plot of this story being played out on tv! Extra extra note: This wound up being much longer than I intended, so I'm splitting it into two parts. But all things considered, it works out better that way.

CW/Ingredients List - Mostly emotional warfare and a difficult birth

Jenny Bird rubbed her belly, huffing through the latest contraction as a nurse wheeled her through the county hospital. Due to budget cuts, the hospital near her had shut down a few weeks prior to her due date, and had been forced to get a ride from a friend. The original, five minute drive replaced with a forty-five minute rush to the nearest hospital that, even though was much large than her own, preferred clinic, was far too small to be taking the sheer volume of patients from the city and surrounding towns. At least her OB was working at this one. Or was supposed to be. "But you're sure he's not in today?" Jenny asked as the Nurse leaned forward to push the elevator button to get them up to the labor and delivery ward. "I can check, but I think Dr. Kail called in today. But don't worry, Dr. Jay is just as good as Dr. Kail." Jenny didn't doubt that this Dr. Jay would be just as competent, but more importantly, whoever they were, they weren't her doctor. The nurse kept on talking while Jenny worried over this. "But the good news is right now we have an empty labor room. If you're lucky, you might not have to share before you give birth." "Wait, what?" "Well, we aren't really a large enough hospital to take on the patient influx we have been, and we're trying to keep up, we we've gone back to shared labor rooms. But it's all good, like I said, you get your own for now!" "No," Jenny protested, and put her hands down to try to stop the wheelchair, and she began to claw her way out of it, "I don't… I want to go home, I can't do this… AH! OWWW!" Just as the other contractions had been, this one felt like it ripped through her back and legs more than her belly.

Jenny, her hands now raw from trying to stop the wheelchair, writhed and tried to press where the pain was worse. By the time the contraction had ended, she found herself in a labor room that looks like it was dropped from another decade. Three beds were in a row, but could be separated by curtains. Or at least could have been. The tracks for the curtains were present, but the fabric walls themselves were gone. But the beds at least looked like they were new, or new-ish. "Let's get you into bed then," The nurse said, and helped Jenny get out of the wheelchair. Jenny knew she had a ways to go, but the amount of pain she felt when standing up was why she had wanted the wheelchair. "Can't I just stay here?" Jenny moaned, her breath hitching a the mere idea of getting up. "Sorry, but we'll need the chair. We'll have you in a gown and into bed in no time, you'll see." Jenny didn't remember much of that process, but eventually, she had a gown that exposed her back on, and she was laying, sobbing and gasping for breath on the bed. "Alright, we have the remote here, it controls the bed, the tv and has a nurse call button. Like I said earlier, we don't have a ton of women in labor right now, so we have enough rooms for privacy, but that could change." The nurse looked like she was about to say something else, but a beeping came from the pager at her side, and she checked it. "Sorry, I need to dash off. I'll check in on you soon, alright?"

The nurse was gone before Jenny could say anything. Before she could ask if her doctor was even in. If an epidural was possible. That if someone else came in, if curtains could be found. While she was quiet, or at least quieter between contractions, she could hear voices out in the hallway, the voices of nurses, doctors, other women in labor, and their partners. Something she didn't have. Her boyfriend, Greg, had cheated on her with a former high school… friend wasn't the right word, and while Jenny had never been the target of it, bully was the correct term. Once Jenny had walked in to see Greg and Crystal on their be-her bed! She had been the one to sign everything for the apartment and pay for everything, she had had kicked him out. Her grieving for the death of the relationship had nearly killed her, but she had managed to pull herself together and shape up. She buried her feelings at the gym, working harder than she ever had in her life. It hadn't taken long for her notice changes. Her arms were stronger, her shoulders were more defined, her legs were so fit she could almost imagine doing that trick where one crushes a watermelon in them, and her abs were cut to a razor's perfection. At least they were. No sooner than she had started getting noticeable improvements in that area when it seemed like all of her progress on her tummy had started undoing itself. After changing her regimen, her diet and even her fluid intake without any change, at least for the better, she went to the doctor. One positive pregnancy test later, and she knew that no amount of working out would flatten her belly. At least not for a while. She had kept working out during her pregnancy, enduring all of the comments and judgement of cramming her body into tight, moisture-wicking bodysuits for at the gym, and completely changed her lifestyle around. She had hoped that getting into the best shape in her life would help make the inevitable labor and delivery easier.

So far, it hadn't been. Hours after she had been put into the room, Jenny hadn't been able to get through a single contraction without nearly crying by the end of it. "Hi Jenny, how are you holding up?" "Oooooooooohhh….OW! I feel like I'm dying." "Oh no, let's look you over, ok?" The nurse helped get Jenny back into her bed, and propped her up to check her dilation. "Well, you're dilating nicely, looks like you're at five centimeters." "Five? Can I get an epidural?" The nurse pulled her hand out and stripped the glove off to throw away, "I can put in the request, but it might take a while, We only have one anesthesiologist here today, and she's tied up right now. But we'll get you numbed up as soon as we can, ok?" "Ok," Jenny mumbled, feeling miserable, and began writhing as another contraction began ripping mercilessly into her. "OW! HuuaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAGH! AH!"

When the contraction finally let her go, she saw that the nurse was still in the room. "Jenny, I know I said that we'd try to keep you in your own room for as long as we could, but we're starting to get some overflow. I initially came in here to tell you that your roomie will be in here in a few minutes." "Is there anywhere else?" "Sorry honey, but this is the last room we can use." "What about… there are tracks for curtains, can we get something put up as a divider?" "I can look, but I don't think we have anything that goes in those tracks anymore." The nurse left after a short word of encouragement and Jenny did her best to hold herself together for another few contractions. "Oh. My. God. Jenny? Of all the rooms in this hospital…" Jenny flinched, and turned in her bed to see the one person she didn't want to. Crystal was being helped into the other bed in the room, and the nurse left, saying something about getting swamped. "Crystal? What the hell are you doing here?" Jenny could feel her cheeks getting flushed, and not from labor. "I thought I'd have a baby, see where things go from there." Jenny knew she looked like a mess, her hair was disheveled, the little makeup she'd had on when she came into the hospital was a fading dream, and her eye were running with tears from the pain, and now the stress of Crystal showing up. Crystal on the other hand looked like a goddess of labor. Her hair was immaculate, her full face of makeup was flawless and even her nails were boasting a polished sheen as if she had just come from a spa and salon day and got interrupted by having a baby.

"Is it Greg's?" Crystal's voice came from across the room. "Shut up," Jenny moaned as she worked her way through another contraction, "OW owowowowowowowwwwwwWWWWW!" Crystal sighed and adjusted herself in her bed, rubbing her belly, "If it is Greg's, don't expect him to have to take on any responsibilities for it. He's mine, and I won't have you getting involved." 'The feeling is mutual,' Jenny thought to herself, but winced and held a hand to her own belly. She hadn't been able to stay in her bed. Laying back or on her side felt like hot irons were being pressed into her spine. Standing was tiring, but at least it offered some respite from the abuse her own uterus was putting her through. After a handful of contractions, Jenny began wondering why she hadn't heard so much as a peep from Crystal. At least nothing to indicate she was having contractions. She didn't like how much space Crystal was taking in her head, and tried to ignore it, but she couldn't help but discreetly watch for a moment. There! the monitor she was hooked up to was indicating she was having a contraction, but… As Jenny began to have a contraction of her own, the overwrought muscles in her belly rippling with pain and tension, she couldn't believe it. Crystal had merely closed her eyes, shifted slightly and was lightly moaning, a smile on her face. It was almost as if… "Ahhhhhhh…. Oh my god…" Crystal moaned, opening her eyes and looking at Jenny with something like fake remorse, "I'm sorry, I can't help that. Labor just feels so good, doesn't it?" Before Jenny could even think about responding, she was taken by yet another contraction.

It wasn't fair. Jenny was suffering, unable to even sit from the wretched throbbing and tearing in her back, one hand pressed there for support and the other under her massive stretchmark covered belly. She knew that negative thoughts were more than just unhelpful during labor, but she couldn't help but feel jealous at comparing her massive stretched out belly to Crystal's neat, cute, almost picturesque bump. "Hooooooooooo, Oh my goooooooddddd," Jenny moaned, her lips pressing together after and humming her way through the contraction, "HmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm….." As she did, she became aware of a sound from the other side of the room. her head snapped up and she could see Crystal's lips pressed together, making a humming noise of her own. At first, Jenny felt a surge of vindictive satisfaction, thinking that Crystal was starting to get a taste of what labor was REALLY like. But as she had another, and yet another contraction that she hummed through, with Crystal following suit, Jenny began to realize that Crystal wasn't doing it to cope at all. It was a small look that Crystal gave her, a sly smile that barely formed before it vanished, but Jenny saw it, and knew. Crystal was mocking her. "What-Augh!….. What are you doing?" Jenny bit out after a contraction fitfully died away. "Nothing," Crystal said with mock sweetness, "Just trying to have my baby. You're being awfully loud."

Before Jenny could say anything, her nurse came in, having clearly heard only the last bit, "Well, some women have more difficult labors than others. How are you holding up Jenny?" Jenny glared at Crystal, but decided not to bring it up, "Not great… can I get the epidural? My back is killing me!" The nurse nodded, helping Jenny into bed so she could check her, "She's out of the surgery she was in, and is making rounds right now. I can see if she can swing by this way. Does it feel worse if you're in bed? Like the only way you can get comfortable is when you're standing up and leaning over?" "Yeah…" Jenny whined, feeling her belly tighten up again as another contraction built up. "Yeah, that sounds like textbook back labor. I'll get you up to the top of the list. But good news, you're at six centimeters! It shouldn't be long now." The nurse left, leaving Jenny alone with Crystal again. "So, getting the epidural? Can't handle it naturally?" "Shut uuuuppp…" Jenny moaned as the contraction peaked, taking her breath away again.

It took another few contractions with Crystal mocking her during every single one before the anesthesiologist came through. "Hello there," The anesthesiologist said, bringing his cart to a stop, "Let's get you numbed up, ok? Stop that back labor." "Ok," Jenny mumbled, feeling defeated. She knew that it wasn't rational, but somehow, knowing that Crystal was in the same room, doing the same thing, yet not getting an epidural made her feel weak, and like a quitter. Getting the epidural was a nightmare. All she wanted to do through the three contractions while she was getting it was to move, to rock and to pace, but she had to sit on the edge of the bed, curled over and around her belly to let the anesthesiologist get at her with the needle. But after, she could feel it working right away. "Thank you…" Jenny moaned as the nurse helped her lay back into bed. She knew that she couldn't pace anymore with the epidural in, and now she was tethered with plethora of I.V. lines and monitors. But she knew that it wouldn't matter, cause now she could relax through them. She could feel her legs getting heavy, warm and somehow cold all at the same time, and soon, she couldn't move them at all. "Ok… that's better," She breathed to herself.

The next contraction took her off guard. "WhoaUUUUUGGHHHH! OWWWWWWwowowowowowowwwWWWWWW. Holy FUCK!" Jenny howled as she mashed down on the epidural button and tried to writhe away from the pain. The blissful feeling in her legs kept her from moving too much, but Jenny managed to sit more upright as she dug her hands into her back and belly as the contraction rolled around her torso, gripping and biting her back and belly with a fury. When it was done, Jenny collapsed back on her pillow, panting. "Epidural didn't take?" Crystal asked pointedly from her side of the room, "That's what happens when you try to not do it naturally. Oh! OW! Owowowow fuck!" Jenny could feel tears brimming in her eyes as Crystal mocked her own desperate cries. "It's fine!" Jenny snapped, barely able to see through her tears of pain and growing frustration, "It just needs more time to kick in." "Whatever. Just keep it down. You're making it difficult for me to focus." Jenny snarled silently, and settled back in, willing the numb sensation to move up. To leave her legs and settle into her belly. Her back. She just had to wait… just had to wait… just had to-

"Auuuugh! OWWWWWWw owowowowowohmygOOOOOOOOOOOOD!" Jenny screamed again through another contraction that was horrifically devoid of any sort of relief. The epidural wasn't helping, and she couldn't even get out of bed to help. "Oh my god, can you stop being so dramatic?" Crystal asked from the other side of the room. "SHUT UP!" Jenny sobbed, arching her back and shuddering as she tried to get through the contraction. This was a nightmare. Little did Jenny know though, it was about to get worse. The first came when Crystal's nurse came in and she overheard Crystal's question. "Is it possible to get moved to another room? I don't want to be rude, but she's making it hard to concentrate on my own labor." "I'm sorry," The nurse said, "But our rooms are all full right now. And unfortunately, unless we're moving you into the delivery room, we're not allowed to move patients around, it's a liability thing." Jenny didn't know if Crystal genuinely wanted to move, or was just making herself a victim in all of this, but the end result was the same. Jenny was stuck here until she got to 10 centimeters and was ready to push. The second thing that made it all worse was who came in next.

"How's my girl?" Greg asked as he came in and gave Crystal a hug. "I'm doing just fine honey," Crystal said, hugging Greg right back, "I think the classes are paying off, I keep having orgasms while I go!" "Nice," Greg said, giving her another squeeze. "And you'll never guess who my roomie is?" "You have to share a room?" "Yes, but look!" Crystal said, the sickly cheerful attitude clearly hiding a malicious enjoyment of Jenny's suffering. "Holy crap, Jenny?" Greg said, looking genuinely startled to see her, "You're here? In labor?" Jenny didn't respond, instead looking away, feeling fresh tears she didn't know she had left run down her face, as well as feeling another contraction building. "OoooooooHHHHH MY GOD! OWOWOWOWOWOW…." As she struggled to pull fresh air into her lungs, she could hear Crystal speaking with fake concern to Greg, "She opted for an epidural, but it failed, and now she has to deal with back labor without being able to move anymore. Isn't that awful?" "Geez, that sounds like it sucks," Greg agreed. At least for his part, Greg sounded like he actually meant it, if only a little.

"How are you doing Jenny?" The nurse asked when she came back in. "I wanna die…" Jenny moaned as she tried to writhe through the contraction, only to be hampered by the epidural's effects, "Why isn't it working?" "Have you pushed the button?" The nurse asked, checking everything that she could. "It isn't workinggggg," Jenny whined, even though she did her best to keep the pleading tones from her voice. "It might not be set up properly," The nurse said, "Let me check you dilation and we'll see if we have time to get it fixed, ok?" "Ok," Jenny mumbled, miserable. She had another two contractions back to back before the nurse pulled her gloves on to check. Jenny tried to hold still for the check, but with as much as she was going through, she wouldn't help but pathetically trying to roll away, her numb legs still completely useless. "You're at a solid… I'd say eight? But it feels stretchy, so I'd actually call that nine. I don't think we have time to get that epidural fixed sweetie. But I'll let the doctor know, and we should have you pushing soon." The nurse left, and Jenny broke down.

Her face was buried in her hands as she sobbed. It was so unfair! Everything was going wrong! She couldn't labor the way she wanted to because of the back pain, she couldn't get pain relief that worked, and worst of all- "See, that's why I wouldn't get the epidural. It would be so crushing for it to not work if I gave up and got it." "SHUT UP!" Jenny screamed, the sudden jolt her body gave for the effort trigging another tsunami of a contraction. She'd never got why people called contractions waves, but now she did. She felt like she was drowning in contractions, each one squeezing her, ripping the air from her, and just when she thought she could breath, another one came crashing over her, starting the process all over again. "Not that you'd need it baby," Greg said in a sickly sweet voice to Crystal, "You're so strong." Mid contraction, all Jenny could do was struggle not to cry, the hitching motion making the pain unbearable.

But despite her efforts, each time she sobbed, she was becoming aware of a new sensation building, one that filled her with dread. Deep in her hips, she could feel pressure. It was almost time. Jenny could almost hear her hips creaking as something massive began making it's way down. "Whoa, noooo," She groaned, trying to open her legs up, but only succeeding in making them twitch limply. Using her arms, Jenny managed to get herself positioned better, and struggled through the next contraction. Both her efforts to move and the contraction only made the pressure worse, a feeling that told her that not only did the epidural not help her aching belly, it also wouldn't dull a single sensation while pushing. Pushing! She had to push it out soon! "I change my mind, I wanna c-section!" Jenny began pleading to no one at first, but then to the doctor as he came in. "Only if you need one," He said, pulling gloves on, "We don't really have the resources to do voluntary cesareans at the moment…" "I can't! The pressure is so bad, AIIIEE!" Jenny yelped as the doctor went in and checked her without so much as asking. "Yeah, I'd say that you're at a nine for sure… No, I'd say nine and a half. Let's get her into delivery." "What? Right now?" Jenny panicked, her breathing coming fast and then strangling off as she had another contraction. "Yes ma'am, between the pressure and your dilation, you're ready to push." The nurse had gone over to the phone in the room, and was speaking softly, "Can we get a delivery room ready for Ms. Jenny Bird? We'll be right over."

As the Doctor and Nurses swarmed, getting Jenny's bed ready to roll, Crystal made a soft sound of surprise, and she pulled her blankets down. "Oh my god, is that my water? I think my water broke!" Jenny was too preoccupied to care, but the last thing she heard from the labor suite was the nurse calling for Crystal's doctor, "I think she's just about fully dilated." The hallway Jenny was wheeled down was both the longest and the shortest Jenny had ever experienced. On one hand, she knew that getting to the delivery suite meant that her labor would end and the pain would stop, and that made the journey seem to take forever. On the other hand, giving birth meant that her first true step into raising her baby would begin, and the dread that filled her with made the trip seem all too short. "Oh my god, I think I want to push!" She groaned as she felt another contraction, the last one she would have outside of the delivery suite. "Don't push yet," The doctor said, "I gotta help you that last little bit so your don't hurt yourself. Just pant until we get there, ok?" "But I want to push!" Jenny wailed as the bed was wheeled into the delivery suite. At least these were private. Jenny didn't know how she would have pushed her baby out if she'd had to share this space with Crystal and Greg.

"Ok Jenny, you ready to have this baby?" Jenny couldn't answer as the next contraction had started, "Hnnnnnggggggg!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't push yet," The doctor said as the overhead light was turned on and aimed at Jenny vagina, now exposed with her sheets ripped away and her gown hiked up above her belly. "I… I can't stop!" "You need to wait until I can help you, just breathe!" Jenny began hyperventilating. The pressure felt like someone was trying to rip her pelvis apart. All she wanted to do was find a comfortable position and push with everything she had. Not being able to move very well, she would have settled for pushing, but even that option was being denied to her. "Please, please hurry!" She cried as the contraction faded, only to ramp back up almost as soon as it had faded, "NooooOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGHHH! AUGH! PLEASE HURRY!" "Ok Jenny," The doctor said, "I'm going to help move that last bit of cervix out of the way and then we can get this show rolling!" Before Jenny could ask what meant, she felt the doctor's hand going deep inside her. She screamed, trying with all her might to buck her hips to get the hand out. All she wanted to do was push something out, and now something was trying to go in? But the worst was yet to come. With her next contraction, she knew she couldn't hold back from pushing any more, and pushed with all her might, only to feel a sharp jab at her cervix, and a sensation of hard pinching inside.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! OW, OW, OW! STOP IT!" "You need to push Jenny," The doctor said between her legs, "Push and I can stop." "I am pushing!" she shrieked, but the doctor shook his head. "You're wasting all your energy when you scream, take a deep breath, hold it and push!" Jenny did her best to follow his instructions, but the pressure behind her eyes and in her cheeks grew unbearable. She was faintly aware of the nurses holding her legs back counting down from ten, and she thought she made it farther than seven, but got lectured again when she fell back, panting and gasping for air. "Jenny, you need to buckle down and push. If you only push for like, three seconds, you're never going to have this baby." Jenny started crying at the seemingly harsh words, and she heard one of the nurses talking to her. "When you hold your breath, hold it in your chest and belly, not your cheeks. It'll help, ok?" Jenny nodded, and began whimpering as she felt another contraction. Taking a deep breath, she tried doing what she'd been told, and to her amazement, this push didn't hurt her head as much. But it did hurt her vagina more, and she felt the doctor dig harder into her cervix as she did. She wanted to stop, but found that she couldn't her body was pushing on it's own, a frantic, unyielding drive that took her breath away. Just as she felt her vision swimming, she felt something inside lurch and she gasped, pulling in a huge lungful of air as she felt the baby jolt down.

"That's the cervix gone Jenny," The doctor said, pulling his hand out, "Let's have a baby!" Jenny was crying too much to answer, her whole body shaking with her sobs. She watched the doctor and a pair of nurses going through items on a metal tray that all terrified her. Scissors, scalpels, clamps, and more items she didn't recognize. But after all too short of a rest period, she felt another contraction and tried to squirm into a more comfortable position, the dead weight of her legs making the task difficult. "Oh, here we go again," a nurse said, and helped pull her legs back. Jenny hooked her hands behind her knees and flinched as she felt the doctor's fingers press into her vagina. "No, don't touch me," She whimpered, her voice nearly lost with how tired and breathless she was, but couldn't repeat herself as she was fully taken in by the contraction. "That's it Jenny, push push push push puuuush!" "Oooooohhhhh… HaaaaaAAAAAAARRRRGH! OW! AAAAAHHH!" It felt like as she pushed, something was trying to push the baby back up, or at least stop it. Jenny gave everything she had, and still, at the end of the contraction, the pressure barely felt lower than it had before. "Why isn't it coming," She moaned, letting her arms flop down. "It's just because baby is posterior," The nurse next to her said, "It's just going to be a bit more work to get them here, but you got this!" Jenny didn't feel like she had this, but another contraction took her focus before she could do anything about it. "Hoo…hooo… HooooUUUUAAAAARRRGH!"

"Good push Jenny, good job!" The nurse reassured Jenny after what seemed like an eternity. Jenny was no longer capable of verbally responding between contractions, instead just weeping bitterly between pushes. Looking at the clock on the wall, Jenny figured she had been pushing for roughly an hour, and didn't feel like she was making any progress. Each contraction kept building pressure, and if she could, Jenny would have been writhing to try to make it stop. She wanted to change position, hands and knees, squatting, anything, but her numb legs wouldn't cooperate, so she had to stay in place. The best she could do was wiggle back further into the bed, only to get pulled back down by the nurses each time. "I think we should try the vacuum," The doctor said quietly to the nurse who was helping him between Jenny's legs. Jenny could barely pay attention, and hardly noticed as the nurse began setting up on the bits of equipment on the metal tray, a pump attached to a cup with some tubes. "Jenny, I know you said you didn't want a c-section, but your baby isn't making any progress. I want you to give everything you have on this next push, and we'll see how things are sitting, ok?" Jenny nodded miserably, and braced herself for the next push. "HooooooOOOOAAAAAARRRRGGGHHH….. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGHH!" As much as she tried, Jenny couldn't keep quiet, no matter how many times the nurses and doctor told her that screaming wasted energy. But given how long she had been pushing, Jenny didn't think that the occasional screaming was doing much overall. The doctor grimaced and shook his head. "Jenny, I'd like to try a vacuum pump. It's very simple, I just put this cup on the baby's head, and I'll help guide it down. I think once we get it started, it should come out much easier. What do you think." "Fine, yes, please, yes," Jenny sobbed, to broken to care what happened so long as the baby came out. It didn't take long for her to regret that mindset.

The doctor started by inserting the cup. She could feel every curve and feature of the instrument as the doctor slowly pushed it and his hand inside her vagina. "Oh gooooddd!" She moaned, trying to squirm back in the bed and away from the feeling. "Jenny, I need you to hold still for me," The doctor said, and nodded at one of the nurses. The nurse came and helped hold Jenny steady while the cup was pushed in until it was on the baby's head. Once it was in, the doctor began pumping on the handle, and Jenny groaned. She could feel the cup sucking further in and flattening, and she tried to move again, only to be guided back to the edge of the bed. "Ok, now Jenny, next contraction, I want you to give it all you got. When I start pulling, we're gonna feel some progress, but you gotta keep pushing through whatever you fell, or it's gonna hurt the baby. Can you do that?" Jenny nodded, unable to speak, her chest tight from fear. Fear of things going wrong, fear of what was about to come, and fear that it would never be over. Her belly hurt each time she sobbed, but she couldn't stop. The only thing that could make her stop were the endless contractions, which didn't leave her enough breath or energy to cry.

The next contraction came well before Jenny was ready. Her sobbing halting as she felt every one of her muscles clamping down, Jenny arched her back and began to push. Then the doctor pulled on the vacuum. Her eyes shot open and she let out her breath in an explosive scream, her back arching against the sudden intense pressure that built up and began to drive down into the deepest parts of her hips. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH! OH MY GOD! OW, STOP IT!" But no matter what she screamed, the doctor didn't stop. And his warning about her not pushing now could hurt the baby, she sucked in a deep breath and pushed into the building pressure. She pushed and pushed as hard as she could, but no matter how much effort she put into pushing, the baby didn't seem to be descending any faster than what the doctor pulled. A part of her began to wonder if she could have delivered the baby without assistance at all, or if she was too weak to do so. But she kept pushing as hard as she could, her teeth gritted so hard her jaw began cramping. The contraction began to let up, and Jenny let out her breath, shuddering and panting, but still the doctor didn't stop pulling. Panicked, Jenny rallied herself and began to push again, the sensation feeling far weaker without the contraction, and she wiggled her hips trying to help the pressure move faster.

"Need… to… stop…" Jenny grit out after another minute of this. The doctor blinked and looked at the monitor in surprise, "Whoops, kept that one going a little long there. Ok, let's have a look and see…" He took one of monitors strapped to Jenny's belly and began probing the bottom of her belly and moving down. "There we are, that's some good progress. Tell you what, I think on the next contraction, we might get the head out. You ready to have your baby?" Jenny nodded, and began groaning as the next contraction began to build. "Ok, let's go," The doctor said, and began pulling again. "AAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGH! OW!" "Try to keep that inside," The nurse told Jenny. "YOU TRY!" Jenny howled, and bore down again. Then she felt it. Her lips began pulling apart and stretching, the feeling so alike the sensation in her birth canal she could barely tell the difference. But it quickly grew worse, as if instead of a vacuum tube, the doctor had shoved a hot brand into her vagina. "OH MY GOD!" Jenny screamed as she felt the head stretching her wider and wider. And with an audible pop and a jerk that send shocks of pain through Jenny's entire body, the cup came off of the head. "There we go," The doctor said, and stuck a finger in, running it around the edge of Jenny's lips, making her shudder with the overstimulation of her most sensitive area, "Told you we'd see the head. Now if you still have the contraction, give us a nice big push." "It's… It's gone," Jenny moaned, panting, her mind buzzing from the pain of the full crown in her hips. "Ok, let's give you time to stretch then."

The next contraction seemed to both take forever and come all too soon. Jenny felt her belly starting to seize up and she shifted uncomfortably. "Oh godddddddd," She groaned, deep and low as she gathered everything she had left and pushed as hard as she could. As she pushed, she began making a whining noise in the back of her throat as she felt the burning growing, getting more and more intense. She could feel her heartbeat pulsing in the ring of fire, each pulse making the sensation burn hotter and hotter… Until with a sudden release, she felt the burning vanish! Not entirely, but it dropped to a much lower point so quickly, she fell back and just panted and groaned in relief. "And that's a head," The doctor said, but Jenny could barely pay attention. The head had barely come out before the baby began turning and Jenny made a gagging noise. She almost felt sick at the slick sensation of the mass of the baby roiling inside of her, repositioning itself for the final push. And with a final surge of effort and pressure, Jenny pushed one last time and felt the body tumbling it's way out of her. "And we have a baby!" The nurse who had dragged Jenny back into position over and over again shouted as the baby began crying. The cord was cut and the baby was taken to get examined right away. On one level, Jenny hated that. She had read about the benefits of immediate skin to skin, but she was so worn and so mentally disconnected from everything that she didn't think she could have safely held the baby at first. To her, it was still, 'the baby' not 'my baby.' But after a few seconds, it was brought back to her and she felt her heart swelling, and her mind sharpening into clear focus. "Here's your baby," The doctor said, laying the bundle on Jenny's chest.

Despite her initial mind fog, Jenny bonded quickly, crying and smiling at her little girl. "Only five and a half pounds?" Jenny asked, disbelieving. "Sometimes their position can make the descent a little difficult," The doctor said, "But that is awfully small…" Jenny felt another contraction and groaned, shifting her hips. The epidural was starting to wear off a bit, and she had some movement back, but everything still felt heavy and sluggish. "Ah, that will by the placenta," The doctor said, and grabbed one of the steel trays, ready to catch the afterbirth. Jenny groaned and strained, feeling her belly ripple and seize again. "Just push like you did for your baby," The nurse said, "And it should come right out." "She didn't come right out," Jenny murmured before feeling something solid press into her hips. She groaned as she felt an all too familiar pressure driving down. "Oh god, I think there's another baby," She groaned, twisting as far as she could while still holding her daughter. "No, that's just the placenta," The nurse said, but the doctor cleared his throat. "Uh, can I get a monitor in here, that felt… pretty solid." Blinking, the nurse grabbed the fetal monitor and pressed it to Jenny's partially deflated belly. And everyone fell silent as another heartbeat began pulsing over the speakers. "Did you know you were having twins?" The doctor asked, his eyes wide. Jenny shook her head, and began groaning as she felt another contraction building.

"Page the station, get a second set of care gear here," The doctor said, and turned back to Jenny," Why don't you let the nurse take her for a bit, this is going to be a pretty intense feeling down here." As soon as Jenny handed her baby off to one of the nurses, the doctor put his fingers in her. And he didn't stop there. Jenny gagged and writhed, feeling the doctor's whole hand and wrist feeding slowly inside of her. "Oh my GOD! What are you DOING?" Jenny screamed. "I need to see what position baby is in," The doctor said, pulling his hand out, "But it feels like it's head down, so I think we're good to go if you wanna do it vaginally?" Before Jenny could answer, another contraction drove into her, and she curled forward, gripping the rails of the bed and pushing as hard as she could. "Whoa, I guess that's a yes. Ok yes, Jenny, push, push, push, push, push, push, puuuush." Jenny felt her thighs quivering as she pushed even harder, the head of the second baby stretching her birth canal all over again. If anything, it felt bigger than the first. But it was coming faster. "OH GOD! MAKE IT STOP!" Jenny screamed as she felt her lips stretching open into the ring of fire once again. "Keep going Jenny, push, push, push…" Jenny didn't have a choice but to keep pushing. And she knew that if the doctor said 'push' one more time, she would try to kick him in the head. She knew she had to push, she didn't need him to remind her to do that. "You are so close Jenny, you gotta push, push, puuuush… "I know I need to push! Fuck!" Jenny howled as she bore down. She tried to kick the doctor, but only barely managed to make her leg spasm, half jumping out of the stirrup and landing flat. The nurse grabbed it and shoved it back. "OWWWW! OW OW OW, STOP IT!" Jenny shrieked, before she felt her belly seize again and she was unable to do anything but push as hard as she could. "And there we go!" The doctor shouted as the baby went from a full crown to spilling out in the span of that single last push.

A few hours later, in her recovery room, Jenny asked about Crystal, and if it would be possible for them to be put in separate rooms. "I'll trade with anyone," Jenny begged, "Please, I can't be in the same room as that woman." "Well, let me see… Ah, Crystal. Poor thing, she's still in delivery. But either way, because you have twins, you will be in your own recovery room. It's too small for more than one patient, but too big enough for both cradles." The nurse turned a bit pale and looked at Jenny, "Uh, maybe don't tell anyone I gave you an update on another patient." Jenny smiled, "Not a word. Thank you." Jenny managed to feel somewhat relaxed as she realized she was alone in her room with her babies, and wouldn't have to worry about a strange patient, much less someone she couldn't even bear to look at, being assigned to join her. Well, she remained relaxed until one of the babies started whimpering for his first feeding. Jenny laid back, wondering what the nurse meant by 'poor thing.' What could possibly be going on that warranted that comment?

pumpkinbirth

Never before had you looked so perfect.

The soft lighting of the gallery hall draws attention to each and every contour of your exposed flesh; emphasizing the flushed patches of skin atop your shoulders, across your face and chest. Sweat glistens at your hairline, your temples, a droplet trailing along the column of your throat and following the downward curve of your craned neck. Your arms are drawn taut and bound behind you, elbows and wrists touching each other, and the sturdy chain links clink softly as you absently test the strength of the anchor point.

You stand with your legs wide apart, your plush thighs trembling slightly as the cool air of the room clashes with the heat emanating from your skin. In a bid for a little more comfort, you attempt to adjust your stance, but the spreader bar attached to both of your ankles make this an impossible task. In every sense of the word, you are well and truly bound, and with the choice of movement having been stripped from you, there is only one thing left for you to focus on.

One thing left for everyone to see.

With your head bowed it is difficult for you to tell whenever someone approaches you, but they make their presence known well enough; after all, you are an interactive piece. Hands roam over your sweat-slickened flesh, some tracing the line of your backbone, while others follow the curve of your heavy belly, cradling the hanging swell as if they are the one responsible for it. Voices surround you, some murmuring amongst themselves as they observe from afar, some rumbling close to you as they praise and admire your artfully bound and swollen form. There are coos of awe when they watch and feel your taut belly tense with contractions, coupled with dark chuckles of arousal as disembodied fingers trace between your legs, collecting and spreading the slickness they find there.

It is only when your water breaks with a thick gush that the hands remove themselves from you, your admirers stepping back and taking their place amongst the crowd that has gathered around you. The rules are clear from this point; they cannot touch, and they cannot help. You can’t see your audience in your current position, but you can feel their eyes roaming over you; watching as more amniotic fluid trickles freely from between your spread legs, syrupy droplets spattering onto the floor and accumulating in a messy puddle beneath you. Again your legs tremble as you cry out, another contraction rippling through your body, and your eyes squeeze shut as you brace yourself as best you can.

The restraints binding your arms shift and clink as you pitch further forward, curling in on yourself as much as you can as you bear down and give your first, true push. It feels so primal this way; your body bare and your belly swaying beneath you as you obey the whims of your instincts, pushing and panting in a way that borders on animal. Leather and metal creak as you move in what little ways you can, writhing and whimpering as each push brings you closer to the peak of your performance. Faintly you register the voices of the crowd, encouragement and objectification swirling and blurring and surrounding you entirely.

A keening cry erupts from your throat when you finally, finally feel it, the deliciously burning stretch of the head fully crowning. More fluid spurts out of you, and at this point there isn’t an inch of you that isn’t glistening with either sweat or birthing fluid. Your slick thighs tremble, your knees too, and you vaguely realize that you’re only being kept upright by your arm restraints. There isn’t time to dwell on this, though, not when you’re so close—

Your broken voice echoes throughout the exhibition hall, reverberating in a way that seems to qualify as art all on its own. With one last valiant push, you feel the shoulders ease out of you one by one, followed by the rest of the baby in a searing rush of the last of your waters. One of the gallery attendants swiftly moves forward to catch it, and the wailing of the newborn is soon eclipsed by the enraptured voices of your audience, commending both your performance and the gallery itself for hosting such an experience.

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.

erilikestum

Ruby's Magical Birth

18+, MDNI, Word count 5500, Third Person POV

Contains: Rapid pregnancy, masturbation, orgasmic birthing, and fluffy couple nonsense

Description: Years following the birth of her first child Ruby finds a spell to live through her birth fetish one more time. Will she be responsible and end the spell before things get out of hand? Or will she lose another lover that experiences her indulging in her greatest kink?

birthfanatic

wizardpregnant

what was gales worst birth? A birth that had him struggling for a while

probably halsins twins <3 theyre both biggg, getting that first baby to crown was a lot of effort and time, and then he had to muster all his strength to help the second baby descend <3

wizardpregnant

[ uncensored on bsky! ]

nancypreggo

Oh, sweetheart, do you even know how gorgeous you look right now? Your cute little belly already looks bloated with my baby. You shouldn't have told me you were ovulating today-- you know what that does to me. You're probably already knocked up, aren't you?

I can't wait to see you round out. Your hips grow wider, your body getting thicker as it grows my progeny in your fertile womb. If we're lucky, my family's gene for multiples will carry on and that little baby in there might have a sibling or two or three. You'd like that, wouldn't you?

You look so sexy now, but just the thought of you all overdue and ripe with my babies-- practically ready to deliver-- makes me want to make sure you're properly knocked up.

C'mon, darling. Let's make sure you're bred.

tumadmirer

Supernatural/fantasy pregnancies have really been stuck in my brain lately, so I'm gonna write my train of thoughts on that.

I love a good fantasy story, full of magic and whimsy and escapism from the normalcy of life. You know what makes it even better? BIG FUCKIN' TUMMY!

An alchemist, down on their luck, decides the smartest thing to do is get knocked up by a magical creature for potion ingredients. Turns out that dragon jizz makes for a really good stamina potion. Luckily, they've got a constant supply of it now. And a belly full of eggs, which their new dragon mate loves to nuzzle and lick.

Elves and Dwarves live for a heck of a long time. Consequently, their pregnancies also last a while. Shortstack Dwarves flaunt their baby-filled bellies for several years, growing steadily as they prepare for birth. Elves, graceful and lithe, are stuck waddling with a heavy bump for even longer. Yet they wear outfits that show off their tummies, worshipped for being fertile and healthy.

A succubus gets summoned and makes a deal with some wizard that wants power. So she births him an army, turning into a baby machine. They end up falling in love and raise their kids together, getting into domestic hijinks. There's barely any moments where the demon's tummy is flat anymore, since they're pact-bound to breed almost nonstop. Good thing magic makes life a lot easier for a woman who has big demon babies, always kicking and making her hormones rampant.

A werewolf pregnancy where the carrier can get by on most days. But when the full moon is out, their belly goes from normal-sized to looking ready to burst with triplets. The baby gets more rambunctious, wriggling like it wants out. The parent-to-be also gets cravings for dark meats and carbs aplenty, lending to the child's excessive growth. Hopefully, they give birth before the next full moon.

A fertility deity chooses a mortal champion, unwittingly impregnating them. The newfound divine-chosen being is shocked to immaculately find themself pregnant. They always wanted a child, so it's no problem. It's only a problem when they keep making babies. The attention to their condition has earned them a holy status, where they're worshipped fervently. Foot rubs, oils for their always-taut bump, fresh fruits to snack on, gorgeous clothes that tailor their growing body.

A shape-shifter/Changeling gets knocked up and thinks they can just turn into a male to avoid having a big bump to carry around. Turns out it doesn't work that way. They get a lot of stares when they get stuck like that for a while. It's especially challenging when they go into labor without the proper equipment to push out their baby.

A dungeon has had a bad reputation, but the treasure within is worth the danger. Except that treasure is cursed to make the person who takes it give birth until they've had as many babies as the value of its horde. One unlucky adventurer finds out too late and their belly suddenly surges forward as they instantly go into labor. The pregnancies are rapidly occurring in succession, and they churn out spawn after spawn, as the value of the treasure was thousands of gold.

Goblins are starting to dwindle in population, so they end up having a large breeding season to offset their losses. Some travelers come across a tribe who are particularly prolific. They've been given a pass to document the situation, observing several goblins carrying hefty litters that kick constantly. They might even get invited to some orgies if they play nice.

...Maybe I am a weird nerd. I could talk about this stuff for a while.

If anyone has other fun ideas, I'd love to hear them.

birthedstars

*puts on nerd hat*

The implicit/explicit reason why Sorcerers exist always did something to me.

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Origin's of Sorcery

Inspired by this post here

Draconic

A bloodcurdling shriek, one of many in the last few hours of moonlight, hushed the castle to silence. Once known for her cold composure, Queen Serena squat deeply with her fingers dug hard into a length of cloth overhead, body free of gowns and drenched with sweat, and truly massive, unnaturally blushed belly hanging off of her abdomen.

For years she'd held off concession to the court and retinues wants for an heir and a king consort. For her, the father of her heir needed to be of the finest stock not just some land owner or a rich idiot who could vaguely negotiate; those were all things she had or could teach. She needed her heir to be strong. Powerful.

The contraction released, leaving her head hung low and body heaving. Her maids wiped the copius amounts of sweat off her face and pulling away her dark hair stuck to her brow. The babe has fully been in her canal for hours and she could feel the ridges of scales and the obscene heat pulsing from its body.

Dragons often took the visages of common men and women just to experience normalcy. Finding one willing to bed a queen required luck...and a copious amounts of gold her advisors would have not let her use had she known. It was quite a gamble; her life and standing in court just for a suitable heir.

The court physician knelt beside her with a waifish posture about him. He considered his words carefully as her stomach began to tremor another contraction.

"Your majesty, you're feverish and the child maybe stuck. We may have to consider other means–"

"I'll find the strength to gut you with your scalpel if you dare touch me or my heir with anything but your hands," Serena growled, her sunken tired eyes still held power.

Her blistering red belly seized. Serena's voice rises from growl to a cry. The physician shrunk back to his position with his accursed tools. She bore down with a howl, forcing her heir to slowly press against her swollen folds. Her thighs shook and quivered. She would get this baby out on jer own. She tugged on the overhead cloth as the head finally begun to open. The heat emanating from the child burned her sensitive nethers and its large head stretched them until it as though she'd break. There were was only cautious, almost fear stricken, support from her aides as her crotch distended outward. Most have seen birth or experienced it and it was clear what they all thought they would be leaderless before sun broke the horizon.

"Come! Come! COOOME!" Serena pushed with everything she had, willing her body to let loosen its grip.

Her body recoiled violently as the head burst from her. Steamy fluid spilled out beneath her but she wasn't worried about that; this contraction was waning. Without even a breath of a break, without letting her court physician even process the state of her, the queen bore down on the scale ridged shoulders.

Her Physician eyes went wide with recognition. "Your majesty you must stop—!"

Serena threw her head back with a monstrous scream and her hips arched as she made the room witness her heir tear away from her stretched thin lips. Her heir slid out at the speed of cold honey – belly fully compressed around her womb and body shaking with effort to brin both shoulders out, then the torso and eventually the legs.

Steam bellowed from the gush of fluid and the massive child as it was freed from its confines.

The room was in a stunned silence at the child lain in bundle of soft cloth beneath their queen. Serena dropped to her knees and picked up her heir, ignoring the pulse of pain between her legs, the steady drip of fluid that ushered toward unconsciousness the molten heat of her childs scale patched skin.

"Welcome your future queen," she said as her heir took its first cry.

Fey

Mathus lay exhausted against Fleur's lap. Her dainty fingers went through his hair and traced the strained features of his face as he moaned.

"My love, I don't feel well. The dancing and the food usually doesn't make me feel like this," Mathus massaged his stomach. It was greatly bloated and cramping every other second it felt like.

"Hush, Mathus, nothing is wrong. All is as it should be," Fleur whispered into his ear.

The pressure in his hips was unnatural. It was though something was being forced through them and couldn't quite find space to yet. Even stranger, he felt open. It was as though what was between his legs before had suddenly disappeared into mist and left a much larger entrance between his legs.

Gods, Mathus could feel the pressure getting worse and even worse he could feel an aching desire tremor between his legs and through his nipples.

"Fleur, please, It's not right..."

Her face dropped into a cheek puffed pout. "I thought you trusted me, my love. What you are feeling is natural after having so much of our food, drink, dance, and, well, my love. You will be fine, just breathe and I'll take care of you."

Soothing and sweet, Fleur's voice caressed his nerves just as it did when she asked him to follow her to her home. It had been days–at least ten by Mathus' best guess– of revelry, sex, and very little else. Around day three he noticed the swelling and Fleur assured him it was nothing odd. But its gotten worse, he felt— he was huge and irritatingly uncomfortable.

"Need you to touch me~" Mathus grumbled, looking pathetically needy in her gaze. His former guild mates would be crying in laughter if they saw him now.

Fleur grinned, reaching her fingers to his tits that had grown fat and rigid. A simple twist sent a shiver through his body. His solid beer belly stiffened as he fell into pleasure.

"That it, my love, just enjoy yourself "

The downward pressure built with every swipe Fleur took on his swollen nipples and the cramping that went across his abdomen

Mathus' body stretched around the solid mass traveling through the and it filled him with the need to rub his cock. His hips ground against the air as he reached downward only for his wrist to be caught between Fleur's fingers.

"No, no, trust me. I'll do all the work for you," Fleur grasped his hand and reached into his trousers instead.

Her touch...It felt so...wrong; not at all like the times he needed to rub one out. An intense cramp wrapped around his abdomen, powerful urge gripped his mind the moment Fleur's fingers twisted on the small bump between his thighs.

Unconsciously, his legs moved back. The weight in the bowl of his pelvis demanded more room.

"That's it my love...that's it."

Mathus' eyes rolled back, his breath now a wispy growl. His bloated belly shifted downward as his body forced something through him. He couldn't focus on the sensation long with Fleur's fingers all over his pecs and crotch.

A deep pressure flared at the same moment he felt his body approaching the apex. His body spread wider. His deep, gravely voice hitched as he could feel himself readying to cum. His hips thrusted upward in a pulse as if he was bucking up into Fleur. A burning coasted beneath his pleasure so silently he ignored it.

"Oh, gods...GODS!" Mathus body arched as the pressure rapidly released. He laid there squirming, mouth agape in Fleur's lap. The tremors in his bump and hips were nearly endless as he felt a huge mass drive through him with the wave of his climax.

Mathus gasped as a gush of fluid rushed out of him. It was the biggest load of cum he'd ever felt come out of him. He hadn't wished to ruin his trousers like this but coming on Fleurs hands were worth replaceable clothes. The bloating in his belly felt gone and he felt so much lighter.

"T-that was amazing my love," Mathus panted tiredly as Fleur massaged his cheeks.

A writhing in his trousers roused him briefly. Then he heard a mewling cry. Mathus eyes darted from his now throbbing crotch and Fleur's eyes .

"W-what was that, Fleur?"

"Oh, just first of many, my love!" Fleur giggled. "How about we do some more dancing?"

Wild Magic

Tianne scrambled to the back of the healers tent clutching her bare scintilating belly. The rain covered the howls of pain from the clerics nursing limbs scarred with necrosis and crimson missiles stabbed into them.

"Oh gods, I didn't mean for this! I didn't want this!" Her eyes darted wildly from one writhing body to another.

"It's ok, Tianne, we just need you to calm down," an unaffected cleric approached, hands out stretched like they were cornering a wild animal. "We just need to put you to sleep, and all will be well."

Several knights from the expedition filtered through the entrance, swords drawn and aimed with a single purpose. Tianne's breath quickened, anxiety taking the reins of her mind.

"Sheathe your blades," the cleric turned to the knights and back to Tianne, "they mean no harm, just calm down-"

"N-no! They'll kill me, I know it! I didn't do anything wrong–"

A flash of searing light exploded from Tianne's belly. The knights and healers in the room collapsed to their knees in a chorus of pained screeching and cursing as the rubbed their eyes. Before Tianne could shout an apology, the room warped in her version like an oil painting being doused with water and suddenly she was standing in the forest.

Not a second later, the horns ruptured the sky. She had to run. There was little choice before but now there was none.

What wrong had she done to deserve her life falling apart in less than a day. The scouting mission had gone wrong they told her. The magical disturbance they were investigsting had wiped out everyone in her detachment, including Damian. The revelation that she'd never see him again was how the first burst of magic occurred.

The thought of never seeing her husband twisted around her throat as tight as a garrote. Her stomach trembled and flipped with unease and another flash of light engulfed her. Small rodents and song birds became unseen and a flight of butterflies and illusory petals blossomed at her feet.

As she ran, her stomach had noticeably swollen into a firm, rounded pouch.

~~~

Tianne's breath heaved roughly despite efforts to control them.

"God's, please show me mercy," Tianne whimpered as her hands gripped the writhing, glimmering mass of flesh that was now her abdomen.

The knights have been following her trail of magical chaos and now she couldn’t even move. It was difficult to even wrap her mind around the end of her life let alone the fact that under the course of a few hours she'd grown pregnant. Each surge of magic made her stomach more elongated, added another deep grooved stretchmark and illicited more active movemnt from within. She lost count of the surges that had happened so far and but she looked ready to burst. Gods she might burst at this rate.

Running became too difficult now that Tianne had the weight of a baby jostling on her hips and resigned herself to hiding in a cave. In the midst of begging the divine for aid another surge pulsed within her belly.

A distant, fluid choked cry of a knight echoed its way through the cavern and as her stomach stretched forward again, she was made silent and glittering bubbles filtered from her mouth. Her legs trembled as her belly dropped, a weighty head fell into her pelvis.

"Noooo, too fast...too faaast," Tianne's eyes went wide as the next spasm hit her. She suddenly couldn't move. Fluid burst into her trousers and the head of a baby drove through her. Being magically paralyzed, her bump was stuck rigid and wrapped tight around her womb, forcing the baby through her body at a rapid pace. The magic waned the moment the head began to bulge into her trousers.

Tianne almost fell to her knees, heaving and weeping in the darkness. She needed to keep moving Her stomach was still tight around her, pushing the baby out of her unprepared canal. The brights veins of her writhing belly glowed again. Her vision went cross, from the magic or the bewildering pain she was in she couldn’t tell nor did she care to. Tianne managed to pull her pants down to her knees as the her body forced the huge head through her, they were too tight to move in with her low hanging belly anyway.

"God's above please stop this please! Please! Pleas–UuuuuuuAAAAAAAGH!" Tianne stopped in her tracks, barely catching the baby as it ejected from its tight confines. She caught the baby before it could hit the rocks, but as she did another head pressed through her wide open cervix.

"N-noooouggghhh– why? Gods why?" As she cried out another surge of magic flowed through her and a quake went through her feet. The rocky cavern shifted just as roughly as the baby in her hands and the one driving down her canal.

Tianne tried to take more steps forward, but the endlesss contraction locked her spine and flared her hips wide. Bursts of fluids shot out of her with each wide, awkward step. She threw her head back in a shriek as the ground rumbled and piles of stone crumbled the entrance behind her.

Tianne held two, writhing, magically glowing babies in her hands. Her old life was beyond over. She just needed to hope she could find a way to start anew all while keeping these two...safe.

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