pushing out my baby is hard momma isn’t it? i know you love doing it for daddy though :) you feel a contraction sweetie? go ahead… push!! harder… harder… harder!!!
“Ash, dude…You had to have been high or something,” Liam looked at Ash skeptically.
“I'm telling you, it was Bigfoot. The guy had to be almost eight feet tall, hung like a horse by the way, and had feet big as a Hobbits,” Ash threw up his hands for example.
“You expecting me to believe Bigfoot piped you on the ski trip AND no one else seemed to notice? No fucking shot,” Liam rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, well, it happened. What? Did you want me to take a selfie while he was fucking me?
“Yes. If it was THE Bigfoot, I would have!”
Ash crossed his arms and went back to his room. “Fine, don’t believe me.”
~3 months later~
“Fuck, why am I gaining so much weight,” Ash struggled to button his pants.
Over the past few weeks Ash had been gaining weight. Particularly around his lower abdomen. His belly button has gotten slightly shallower.
Ash suddenly felt nauseous. In an instant he's bent over the toilet bowl, hurling last night's burrito into the water.
Liam dropped a pregnancy test on the table.
Ash blinked.
“I'm not pregnant,” Ash said.
“Oh, so you took a test already?” Liam cocked an eyebrow.
“No…”
“Uh huh. You're Bigfoot’s or some super lumberjacks baby daddy, I'm telling you,” Liam said.
“So you believe me now?” Ash laughed and shook his head. “Bigfoot is not even the same species as us, He couldn't get any regular human pregnant.”
Liam shrugged and walked out the bathroom. “Fine, remember me when you get a deal for ‘I didn't know I was pregnant’ episode.”
~7 months later~
Ash closed his apartment door and nearly fell to his knees. So much pain, so much pressure, drowned him as soon as he got away from prying eyes. He clung to the wall, face scrunched and sweat on His brow. Ash's gait was wide as if he was preparing to squat.
For the past few hours, the pressure and routine tightening of his belly had gotten so much worse than the days prior. Brief discomfort has become aggravating pain. The work day had been bad enough with all of the comments about his appearance and the sweltering summer heat.
He tossed off his sweatshirt to reveal the cause of his pain.
His stomach was huge, round, and taut. His belly button disappeared into the skin of it, replaced by stretch marks only slightly hidden by hair. It hung low, only being cradled by his palm. The waistband of his drenched sweat pants curved dramatically beneath it. He stumbled forward into the apartment, his gait wide and waddle slow.
“Fuck, this can't be real. Please no,” Ash grunted and held his tightening belly. “Just need to rest…”
He still denied the obvious conclusion, even after 7 months. There was no way, despite contractions, huge belly, and fluid as evidence.
At least the apartment was empty, so he could save some dignity. Liam was away on a vacation out of state. No help or snarky commentary from him was going to come.
Ash gripped the frame of his bedroom door. His mouth and eyes widened as a heavy weight dropped into the cradle of his open cervix. Something was dropping into his pussy. His eyes widened as he realized the shape of it was round, hard. He wanted to just get to his bed, lie on his back, and close his legs tight.
A strong contraction crashed into him in response to that thought. Ash cried out, digging his nails into the door frame. His stomach twisted. The instinct to bear down overwhelmed him. The huge object surged forward as he pushed unconsciously. It took everything in his power not to fall to his knees.
His vagina quickly filled tightly with what he was creating for weeks. Ash's toes curled in his shoes in pain. He couldn't walk to his bed with his hips so splayed out.
Ash's pussy bulged around the solid round object. The burn nearly drove him to tears, but then the contraction stopped. He dry heaved and looked down at the pool of fluid dripping from the bowled out crotch of his sweats.
The same pussy Bigfoot had cum in 10 months ago was now spread wide and bulging through his sweatpants. Ash trembled as he slowly accepted the truth he'd been denying.
Ash untied the drawstring and allowed his pants to fall to his ankles. He reached over his belly, towards his crotch, knowing and fearing exactly what he'd find. His fingers immediately felt the wet, hairy head of a baby between his fingers.
Ash clasped his other hand over his mouth as he felt the huge head spreading his pussy under his palm. His whole body trembled in disbelief.
He should have listened to Liam. He was pregnant and giving birth. His stomach and back seized, sending Ash into another chorus of crying. His pussy spread wide into a painful circle around the hair head.
“Fucking! Get out!” Ash screamed as he slid further down the doorway into a squat. His belly, hung between his thighs, seized in on itself. The pressure and power behind his push drove the baby forward and spurts of fluid gushing out onto the wood floor.
His body lurched as the head and shoulders rocketed out of his pussy with a rough gush of fluid.
He gasped in relief, but continued to push regardless. The body didn't budge and offered Ash nothing but a severe pain in his cervix.
Ash stood up painfully with a deep ragged breath, head and shoulders between his thighs. Why didn't he just fucking listen to Liam. He just had to have Bigfoot's cock, couldn't just snap a fuzzy pic of him and run like normal people.
Another contraction came, he pushed. Nothing happened. No matter how hard he pushed, he couldn't get the baby to descend any lower. Something was stopping the baby from moving lower. The pain was already infuriating.
Desperate, Ash carefully wrapped his hands around the body. His belly began tightening and his back started to lock up. With an almighty roar, Ash pushed and pulled. His body twisted, the muscles in his body rippled as whatever was making the baby stuck started to give. Ash could feel something big come out of his cervix and into his canal. He bit his lip, tugging Bigfoot's baby out of his pussy centimeter by centimeter.
“Fucking hell!” He screamed out.
He threw his head back as his pussy rapidly spread apart . The burn hit him hard and then left as quickly as it came. Ash's body finally released its grip on the baby, his stomach deflating instantly as his child slid out of him. Ash's legs gave out beneath him, leaving him to fall against the wall.
Ash tiredly stared down at the heavy baby in his hands. It had his dark black hair as a mane on its head. But what really caught Ash's attention were what was at the end of the kids legs. The hairy, already crying baby had larger than normal feet. Because of course it did. This is Bigfoot's Kid after all.
“Never fucking without a pill again…” Ash murmured, slumped against the wall.
WARNINGS: transmasc character giving birth, birth denial, clothing birth, unexpected birth (Dakota didn't know he was pregnant), talk of afterbirth but no descriptions of it actually happening. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia. If this makes you uncomfortable or dysphoric I suggest skipping out on this one.
If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.
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Welcome to Ohio
Dakota had never been happier to see the sign indicating he had finally crossed the state border where his home was.
Between his back aching, stomach cramping, and the pressure between his hips he was struggling to focus on the road in front of him but he only had about an hour left to drive. Then he could lay down and rest and hopefully feel better by the time Thanksgiving dinner was being served.
"Nngh," Dakota couldn't help but grunt as the muscles around his abdomen tightened painfully again. It had only been a couple minutes since the last one and they were getting bad.
Clicking cruise control on, Dakota shifted in his seat in an attempt to at least relieve some of the tension on his back or the pressure between his hips. He leaned forward a little, grimacing when that caused more pressure. "Oh God," he groaned, now leaning his seat back a little more and spreading his thighs as much as he could in the confines of the car.
All Dakota could do after that was focus on breathing through the pain while also making sure he wouldn't drive into anything.
Just as the cramp was finally ending, Dakota's music paused - replaced by the ringing of his phone as his boyfriend's name popped up on the bluetooth radio.
"Hey, love, I just crossed the border," Dakota said after hitting 'answer' - trying to keep his voice steady but knowing he sounded exhausted and pained.
"Oh that's great! I was wondering. I'm so excited to see you again! Feels like it's been forever. Oh, also, I let my family know you weren't feeling well and they totally understand if you can't help as much with Thanksgiving prep this year so you don't have to worry about it, okay?" Chance rambled.
"Thank you," Dakota said tightly, suppressing a grunt as he felt something shift inside of his swollen stomach - a heavy weight settling low in his pelvis that just added to the pressure he was already feeling.
"Of course, baby, I love you. By the way how are you feeling? Hope the trip hasn't been too rough on you so far."
"Um," Dakota took in a deep breath and slowly let it out, squirming in his seat as his stomach tightened up again. "I'll make it," he mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from moaning in pain.
"Aww, you sound like you're in pain," Chance cooed, "Soon as you get here I'll give you a long backrub, okay?"
Dakota didn't answer, all of his focus going to staying quiet as he gripped the steering wheel tight. The pressure was so low, concentrated equally around his tailbone and vagina in a way that it almost felt like something was in there.
"Kota? Sweetheart, you still with me?"
Chance's voice, full of concern and love, brought Dakota back to the moment. "Uh - Y-yeah," he squeaked out, "Tha - ah - that sounds g-good."
"You don't," Chance sighed softly, "And that settles it - I'm not letting you lift a finger once you get here, got it? I'll take care of everything for you."
Dakota couldn't help a small smile despite all the pain and discomfort, chest warming with how caring his boyfriend was. "Thanks," he mumbled, sighing in relief as the cramp let up. "I - Oh fuck," Dakota gasped, feeling a sudden release of pressure accompanied by a large gush of liquid soaking his sweatpants. "Shit - Um - I gotta go. I love you," he hurriedly said, voice shaking.
"What? Wait - Are you okay? What happened?"
"I - I just have to... uh... rest stop. I'm fine. I love you," Dakota stammered, thankful for the rest stop that was coming up.
"Okay. I love you, be safe!" Chance said, Dakota hanging up once he was done speaking.
Heart pounding painfully hard in his chest, Dakota parked and stared down at his soaked pants. "What the Hell?" he mumbled, he didn't even feel like he had to pee or anything - he'd just stopped a half hour ago for a bathroom break, too.
It had been too huge of a gush all at once to even be pee, though, but Dakota had no idea what other explanation there was.
"Okay, okay, okay... I need to clean up and change and... um," Dakota frowned, having absolutely no idea what else to do. All doctors offices and urgent care places were closed and he did not want to go to the ER.
He'd figure it out later - after he got home.
For now, he had to clean up.
Luckily, there wasn't anyone else at the rest stop so Dakota was spared the embarrassment of strangers thinking he had some sort of accident.
But... standing and walking proved to be difficult. As soon as he stood, all of the pressure he'd been feeling before was back and worse and concentrated deep in his pelvis.
Sitting on the toilet actually kind of helped - at least until another cramp came.
"Oh no," Dakota groaned, feeling the sudden urge to bear down against the pressure but fearing the worst if he did. After all, he had no idea what was even going on and it didn't feel like he had to go to the bathroom - he was just there to dry himself off in private.
A series of soft grunts left him as he gave in and bore down.
It actually felt kind of good - right - and gave him some relief until the cramp was over.
There was a heaviness in his vagina, though, and the amount of pressure he felt all through his pelvis was insane.
Dakota took a few shaky breaths, reaching down to try and figure out what exactly was going on. He bit his lip against a noise of discomfort as he pushed two fingers into himself.
"...Oh," he breathed when the tips of his fingers brushed against a solid mass resting a couple of inches inside of his vagina. "What..."
The feeling of something moving in his stomach along with the new discovery that it felt like that hard mass was covered with hair made everything click all at once.
All the nausea he had several months ago, the weight gain, weird cravings, all these cramps and the gush of mystery liquid moments ago...
Heart pounding bruises against his sternum, Dakota found himself struggling to breathe as the weight of the situation settled in.
"No, nononono," he whined frantically when he felt his stomach tighten again, hazel eyes screwing shut tightly and a soft sob coming from his throat as he struggled not to push.
It was a losing battle, though, and halfway through the contraction he found himself bearing down hard. He could feel the baby's head descend more, just by an inch or so but that meant it was an inch closer to being born and Dakota was not ready for that.
He had to get home at the very least - there was no way he was going to give birth in a rest stop bathroom.
Desperately determined, Dakota hurriedly dried himself off and pulled on the clean pair of sweats he had brought inside with him as soon as the contraction was over.
Getting back to the car was difficult - it felt like the baby could just fall out if Dakota moved wrong, though he logically knew that was impossible it was still extremely uncomfortable - but he managed, settling back into the driver's seat.
Dakota barely got the car into reverse when he was hit with another contraction and realized with a lightning bolt of cold terror that there was no way he'd be able to drive like this.
Fuck, he couldn't help but screw his eyes shut, moaning and squirming between short involuntary pushes.
He could feel the baby's head descending and stretching him out painfully - the head nearly at his entrance.
All of his instincts were screaming at him to get his pants off and either squat or lean back and spread his legs but he stubbornly stayed where he was in hopes of delaying the inevitable birth.
Sucking in quick breaths, Dakota shakily put the car in park again and grabbed his phone with trembling hands to search through his contacts until he found his boyfriend's number.
"Kota? Hey, are you okay?"
"No," Dakota whined. "I - Chance, I - I think I'm having a baby 'nd I need you like right now," he sobbed. "P-Please, please, 'm at the rest stop just past the border."
"What? What do you mean you're having a baby? You aren't - I thought - if you were pregnant why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't know, I - Oh God," Dakota groaned, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the top of the steering wheel as he felt another contraction start.
"Okay, okay - It's okay, Kota, I - Fuck, I'm on my way," Chance mumbled quickly. "Just, uh, keep breathing, okay? We'll get through this. Just gotta get there and I can take you to a hospital and -"
"Uh uh," Dakota gritted out, fighting against the urge to push the best he could. "It's - fuck - right there, ah," Dakota panted harshly, feeling the baby's head inch closer to his entrance despite his best efforts.
"Shit, already?" Chance gasped, "Okay. I - I'm leaving my house right now, okay? Try - Try not to push? I don't know. Just. I'll be there in like 45 minutes, do you think you can make it that long?"
"Dunno," Dakota mumbled, body tensing and pushing without his consent. "No," he whined, feeling his entrance starting to stretch open, pussy bulging slightly.
"I'm hurrying - as fast as I can, babe, just try'n keep that pup inside until I get there, okay? For me?" Chance pleaded, "Just keep breathing, don't push, and I'll be there as soon as possible. I love you."
"I - Okay," Dakota managed, letting out another pitiful whine after Chance hung up.
The next 45 minutes seemed to stretch on for an eternity, Dakota crying and sobbing his way through contraction after contraction with the baby trying to crown but never getting very far with how he was sitting.
Pussy lips bulging and the skin around his hole burning with the prolonged stretch, Dakota was nearly to his breaking point when his boyfriend's car finally pulled up next to him.
"Kota!" Chance gasped as he opened the car door, reaching out to take Dakota's hand in one of his while the other went to stroke through messy dark brown hair. "'M here, baby, I'm here. Everything's gonna be okay. D'you need help getting out of the car?"
"Y-yeah, please," Dakota whimpered, clinging tight onto Chance as he shifted to get out.
As soon as Dakota was lifted from the seat, the baby's head came to a full crown. Screaming from the sudden intense stretch, Dakota's legs shook and buckled but Chance kept him upright. "I know - I know, it's okay, I got you - Breathe, sweetheart," Chance soothed.
Dakota wanted to tell him what was happening, but suddenly he was bearing down with absolutely no control over it. The baby's head emerging in full with the one push, stretching the crotch of his sweatpants to their limits.
"Chance - Help - I - I need - Pants, off," Dakota frantically panted. "Th-The head - it's - Oh fuck - it's out."
"Oh - Oh shit, okay, I got you," Chance said shakily, keeping one arm around Dakota to hold him up while his other hand went to tug his sweatpants down until they were falling around his ankles.
"Ohhhh," Dakota moaned, feeling the baby turning inside of him. "I-It's coming," he squeaked out, burying his face against Chance's shoulder and not even caring as his glasses clattered to the pavement.
Thighs trembling, Dakota pulled one foot out of the pants around his ankles so he could spread his legs a little more - as much as he could while standing - as he felt the first shoulder stretching his sore hole. "Chance, you - ah - c-catch it - it's - Oh God," Dakota cried, another scream tearing from his throat when the second shoulder started to emerge at the same time.
Chance had barely cupped the pup's head in his hands when its shoulders passed through and the rest of its body came out with a gush of fluid.
Heaving in breaths, Dakota let go of Chance to shakily and delicately sit on the edge of the driver's seat again. The umbilical cord luckily just long enough.
"Holy shit," Chance wheezed, kneeling down to give the cord more slack so he could adjust the pup in his arms. "Kota, you - Oh my God," he gasped, green eyes wide as the pup scrunched up its face and let out a gurgling cry.
Relief flooded Dakota's veins at the sound and he found himself reaching out for it instinctively. "Here - can I..."
Chance jerked his head up to stare at Dakota, swallowing hard and nodding before carefully handing over the newborn.
"Oh," Dakota breathed, cradling the pup against his chest. "She's so small," he frowned.
"Yeah, they - uh - werewolf pups usually are smaller," Chance nodded. "She seems okay, though," he said with a sigh of relief. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking up at Dakota.
"Um - I... I don't know," Dakota said honestly.
"Let's, uh, I have scissors in the first aid kit in my car. I can cut the cord and then we should get you guys home. My Aunt'll be there - the one that's a midwife - and she can help. Probably a lot better than a human doctor," Chance said, Dakota nodding his agreement.
Once the cord was cut, Chance grabbed a sweater from Dakota's bag to wrap the pup up in while Chance got Dakota's things switched to his car.
After laying a blanket down in the passenger seat and grabbing Dakota's glasses off the ground, Chance helped Dakota shuffle over to his car and sit - seat leaned back so Dakota could relax and have an easier time feeding the pup as Chance very cautiously drove. They didn't have a carseat after all, just making do to avoid calling an ambulance since Dakota and the baby seemed alright.
Human doctors would probably be concerned about the pup's size and appearance, after all, probably only 5lbs at most with little fluffy ears sticking up now that she was more dry. Her whimpers and whines more puppy-like than human - it was just best to keep it within the pack to avoid a panic.
She latched on just fine, though, when Dakota bunched up his sweater and guided her to a swollen nipple already wet with colostrum.
"So, um, got any ideas for a name?" Chance asked with a soft, nervous chuckle as he backed out of the parking spot.
"Actually... Can we name her Annabelle? It was my grandma's name," Dakota asked, voice soft and tired.
"That's a beautiful name, Annabelle it is," Chance grinned, looking over at the two for a moment while they were still slowly traversing the parking lot.
They had just gotten back onto the highway when Dakota felt his stomach tighten in a terrifyingly familiar way. The placenta still had to be delivered, though, so maybe it was just that?
He regretted his decision to leave before that happened - having hoped they'd make it home first so Chance's Aunt could help.
"You okay, babes?" Chance asked when Dakota let out a soft whine, pressure building between his hips again.
"Y-Yeah, just... ah... think the afterbirth is - uh - Nnngh," Dakota moaned, the contraction peaking before fading. "'M fine," he panted once he could speak again.
"Oh, right, yeah. Lemme know if I have to pull over, okay?" Chance said, reaching over to rub Dakota's thigh gently.
"Yeah, I will," Dakota replied, cradling Annabelle in one arm so he could adjust the seat to lean back a little more.
The contractions ramped up quick, though, coming barely two minutes apart while familiar pressure built low in his hips - moving down into his pelvis.
He kept telling himself it was just the placenta - he's never given birth before, after all, so he really had no way of knowing.
Dakota just focused on breathing through the contractions, sucking in quick breaths and letting them out in low moans. He kept the pup cradled with one arm, gripping the seat with his other hand for something to hold onto.
"You're doing so good, baby," Chance cooed, "Just keep breathing like that 'nd it'll be over soon. You got this, sweetheart."
"Oh - Oh God," Dakota groaned, feeling the urge to bear down again as the contraction he'd been struggling through peaked. "P-Pushing," he gritted out, not even trying to hold back this time - too exhausted to go against his body's wishes and not nearly as panicked now that Chance was there and the pup was safe.
"Okay, okay - Uh - Do you want me to pull over?"
"Dunno - Maybe," Dakota grunted. It wasn't like there'd be much Chance could do. He had a spare towel to wrap the afterbirth in until they were able to safely dispose of it and he really really just wanted to be home already.
It was weird, though, he could feel the fullness and stretch in his aching cunt even more intense than when he was giving birth to Annabelle.
Probably just because of how tender he was. At least that's what he told himself.
Until, as he was pushing through the next contraction, he felt the distinct burn of something large and hard pushing through his entrance.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck - No," he grunted shakily, prying his fingers from the seat to shove his hand between his thighs instead even as he felt that hard mass retreat back a little.
"What? What is it?" Chance asked, "Baby, what's wrong?"
A sob left Dakota's mouth when his fingers brushed against the unmistakable form of another baby's head.
"P-Pull over - Now - I-It's - there's - Oh God," Dakota gasped, spreading his thighs more and bringing one foot up to brace against the dashboard as he was thrown into another contraction.
By the time it was over Chance had pulled over - frantically unbuckling and rushing around to Dakota's side - and the baby was at a full crown.
It was definitely bigger than their sister and Dakota couldn't help but yelp and whine as it stretched him to his limits. He pressed his head back against the seat, breathing harshly as his body shook and just grateful that Annabelle was able to rest on his chest without him having to support her much because of how he was leaning back.
"Oh my God," Chance wheezed when he yanked the passenger side door open and saw what was happening. "Okay - Okay, um, Kota, babe, I - I can't get to it like this," he stammered. "Can you - Shit," he cut off, Dakota letting out a raw, agonized scream as the pup's head inched out just a little more with the force of the contraction despite Dakota not even actively pushing.
With a shocked yelp, the rest of the head popped out all at once with a gush of fluid, leaving Dakota gasping for breath.
It wasn't over yet, though, and there was no way Chance could catch the pup with Dakota in the car. "Kota, hey, sweetheart, I hate to ask but I - we gotta get you outta the car. Here, lemme take Anna," Chance said, leaning in to gather the pup in his arms and laying her in the backseat for the moment.
She wasn't happy about it but she was safe and that way Chance could focus on making sure Dakota and her sibling would also be okay.
It was difficult, moving at all with the pup's head dangling between his thighs but Dakota managed with Chance's help. Turning carefully and sliding into a squat, using the car to support himself.
"There you go, baby, doin' such a good job," Chance praised, kneeling in front of him and reaching out to cradle the baby's head in his hands. "Go ahead and push for me now, I got the pup," Chance encouraged.
"'Kay," Dakota squeaked out, bearing down hard as soon as the urge hit again.
And it hurt, both shoulders squeezing out at the same time and stretching Dakota further than ever before.
As soon as the shoulders passed, though, the rest of the baby came out all at once in another large gush of fluid - Chance catching the pup and cradling it close as it almost instantly started to cry.
Panting harshly, Dakota lifted his head to look at the baby - a boy this time, one that had to be at least a pound or two more than his sister.
No wonder it hurt so much worse.
Dakota shakily shifted to a kneeling position, just watching silently as his boyfriend wiped off the baby's face with the sleeve of his sweater.
"Do you want to hold him?" Chance asked, looking up at Dakota.
"Yeah," Dakota mumbled breathlessly, reaching out for the pup and gathering him against his chest.
By the time Chance got the cord cut and they had the baby bundled up in another shirt Dakota had packed (it was a good thing he had some clothes at home still), Dakota was already feeling a contraction building and pressure low in his pelvis.
"Do you think you can hold them both while I drive?" Chance asked absently, checking on Annabelle while Dakota fed their son.
"Um - Yeah, just... think the placenta is coming," Dakota mumbled, closing his eyes and taking a few slow, shaky breaths.
"Oh, do you wanna wait until after to leave?" Chance asked, coming back to kneel in front of Dakota again as he nodded.
Dakota leaned back against the car after Chance took their son to settle him next to Annabelle in the back seat, spreading his thighs a little more as he panted through the contractions. It wasn't long before he felt the intensely uncomfortable feeling of something squeezing through his abused cunt.
A sharp gasp left him when the sting and burn of it starting to emerge hit him, moaning in pain because fuck did it hurt.
"U-Um," Chance stuttered, "Kota, I..."
Blearily squinting his eyes open, Dakota lifted his head to look at Chance - absolutely dreading whatever the Hell was making him sound so nervous and panicked.
"I think there's a third pup," Chance said, voice shaky and weak. He reached out, gently prodding between Dakota's swollen, bulging labia. "Sorry," he winced in sympathy as Dakota yelped at the sensation. "Holy fuck," Chance breathed when his fingers found the hard mass that was beginning to squeeze out of Dakota's entrance.
He didn't have to say anything else - Dakota knew.
This one was smaller than the other two but it hurt just as badly and was even harder to deliver with how sore and weak Dakota was by that point.
All he could manage were weak, quick pushes that barely did anything to aid the pup's delivery. It was gravity that did the majority of the work, Dakota unable to do much more than sob and cry as the pup crowned.
"I know, baby, I know - You're doing so so good, though. You're so strong and brave, sweetheart, so good for me," Chance praised.
A desperate moan left Dakota's lips as another contraction came. His body, aided by gravity, was doing enough without him actively pushing - it was a good thing, too, because he hardly could anymore.
His whole body trembling, Dakota was helpless to do anything except sob and whine pitifully as the pup slowly emerged. It was torture and Dakota wished it was just over by now but there was nothing he could do to speed it along.
"Okay, the head's out, you're almost there," Chance said, cradling the baby's head and watching as it turned - his heart aching hearing the tired, agonized sounds his mate was making.
The shoulders emerged just as slowly as the head, Dakota letting out heaving sobs and little pleas of make it stop and I can't and get it out, please.
Chance's heart was absolutely shattering, but all he could do was coo praises at Dakota and wait for the pup to be born.
It was another girl - the runt of the litter despite also being the most difficult to birth.
And thank God she was the last one, too.
Dakota wasn't sure he'd be able to deliver a fourth.
Honestly, he wasn't sure how he managed to deliver the three that he did. Or how he managed to go through a full pregnancy with three pups and not realize it.
Sure, he had gained quite a bit of weight - a lot of it centered around his tummy - but he never got obscenely big.
Then again, the pups were smaller than the average human baby despite still being full term and apparently that was because litters of three or more were common. Not necessarily for first pregnancies but it still wasn't abnormal.
On the way home they came up with names for the other two - Celina for the girl and Elijah for the boy.
It was still a huge shock to everyone at home when they showed up with a whole litter and an extremely exhausted Dakota.
Chance's Aunt Mabel checked them all over and they all checked out okay despite everything and one of Chance's cousins donated the baby furniture and clothes that his kids just grew out of to them.
And, after a good meal, Dakota was finally able to rest. Almost instantly snoring as soon as he laid down in Chance's bed with plans to explain it all to his own family tomorrow.
Did anyone else read It's Perfectly Normal when they were younger? I'd never seen what birth looked like down there before, so I was amazed when I first saw this. I already subconsciously thought of birth as sexy but this did not help lol. The artist did not have to draw her naked or her body that sexy. Her naked body, the scrunched face, her hand gripping the bedsheets, the spread legs, the obvious painful struggle, her wide crowning. It's easy to see why I developed a birth kink, it's everything a birth lover wants wrapped into one package.
imagine a pregnant transmasc is at the grocery store. hes obviously close to popping, his belly is so so round on his frame and hes just so gravid. the weight of his belly so clearly burdening him as he sloooowly waddles through the aisles
he runs into an old classmate from school who is SHOCKED to see just how pregnant their former classmate is and they make small talk as he pants through the catch up talk because the baby stuffed in his womb is pushing on his lungs. they make their separate ways
less than a year later, old classmate runs into the guy again but he looks nearly the same, if not even MORE pregnant than the last time they saw him. they thought that they had the baby?? but the transmasc awkwardly laugh and rub their huge belly and explain that no they did have the baby. he’s just pregnant with twins this time and the classmate is amazed that they had two pregnancies nearly back to back
fast forward another year, same classmate again runs into the transmasc. this time he’s got a toddler propped up on his wide fertile hips and two babies in the cart and would you look at that, ANOTHER big heavy pregnant belly. the classmate can’t believe it. how is he pregnant AGAIN? this time, the pregnant guy looks almost flustered when he explains he’s having another set of twins. there should be some shame for the fact he can’t seem to keep his legs closed but it’s not his fault he’s so damn fertile!
centaurs have two wombs. one in the human half, one in the horse half. they are connected to one another, and they only have one vagina. when they get knocked up, it travels alllll the way up to the human half, and they grow the baby there for a while. after about 5-6 months, sometimes less with particularly big babies, the baby grows too big for the human womb, and the centaur starts experiencing "labor". they feel all the pain of contractions, transition, dilating, a whole ordeal for hours and hours, just like regular birth. only instead of coming all the way out, the baby just gets pushed (slowly, painfully) into the horse half. here it will continue growing for another 5-6 months, before being birthed for real. while their horse womb is occupied but their human womb is empty, they can get knocked up again, and be pregnant with babies in each womb <3
