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one thing i really struggle with here on tumblr is finding my preg community bc so much of the content is so gendered and focused on "owning" the person who is pregnant (granted in a lot of cases it's a woman in this case). Talks of brood mares or cows and belonging to someone and such and i just don't vibe w that as much. (Its absolutely fine if others do, everyone has different kinks thats what's cool about kink). I miss twitter for that :( it sucks to lose my community yknow??
tags/kinks: nonbinary!pregnancy, singleton, in public (at college party), didn't know they were pregnant, clothing birth;; also vague birth denial from clothing-- technically??
After four taxing years in high school they were finally at college. They went to orientation, got acquainted with their roommate, and made sure they had their class schedule in order. For the first couple of weeks, they kept their nose to the grindstone and made sure to take diligent notes to get a good start to their studies.
What high school hadn’t prepared them for, however, was all the very attractive students-- and even some of the teachers. They didn’t know what to do with themselves and whenever somebody particularly attractive approached them, they were like putty. It wasn't long after that they were trading study hall sessions for secret hook-ups in the empty part of the school library, or trading all-nighters for parties where they would have their turn at multiple sexual partners in one night.
After all, this was part of the whole college experience, wasn’t it? Partying and finally getting a taste at independence since they were miles and miles away from any parents.
The following semester when they got their report card back with grades that reflected a partying lifestyle, they decided they needed a little bit more balance. They went to less parties and studied more, which was just as well because after the winter they seemed to contract some sort of bug that had them feeling a bit sick. It was probably better that they just stay in and study instead of possibly spreading whatever sickness they had.
Lounging around in the dorm room of staying cooped up in the library with reference books all of the time had them going out less, meaning they were beginning to put on a little bit of weight. They didn’t pay too much mind to their expanding belly, however-- they called it the “freshman fifteen” for a reason. They just started wearing bigger clothes and kept up with their studies.
That choice proved fruitful when at the end of their second semester as a freshman, they could proudly show their parents a report card full of A’s and B’s. Before they were due to go back home for the summer, they decided that all their hard work had earned them one last party as a freshman before he had to go back and do it all over again.
Dressing in a comfortable tank top and short shorts, they were going over to the Sigma Chi house that was hosting a huge party full of all sorts of characters. It was a pool party so there were sure to be scantily-clad babes all around and maybe the soon-to-be-sophomore was looking for a fun romp before they had to go back home for the summer break.
When they got to the party however, they found that they were feeling a little out of breath and that their back was aching a bit. It was probably nothing; with their belly sometimes they got out of breath a little quicker than months before but that wasn’t going to stop them from having a good time and partying with their friends.
“Whoa..! When are you due?!” A partygoer asked them.
The student just cocked their head to the side, confused by the question. “Fall semester starts in September, duh..!”
They went about their way and they had just gotten to the refreshments table to fix themselves a well-deserved cocktail when a sudden pain hit them in their abdomen. Whoa. They wondered very briefly what they must’ve eaten to cause that sort of indigestion and decided that maybe adding alcohol to that mix was a bad idea. No problem-- they didn’t need to be drunk to have a good time.
After dancing for a little bit, they noticed that they had caught the eye of a possible suitor. Across the dance floor was a very attractive individual who had their eyes practically glued onto his large, dancing figure.
“C’mere,” they said, making a come hither motion with their finger to beckon them over.
When the two met on the dance floor, their suitor couldn’t keep their hands off of their distended belly. “I’ve been watching you all year,” they murmured, loud enough to be heard over the music blaring from the speakers. “We have English together and god, you look like you’re ready to pop…”
They giggled then, placing their hand on top of their dance partner’s as they swayed their hips together. They could feel the way their classmate grinded against their ass. “I’m not a virgin, y’know. There’s nothing to pop…”
A small fit of laughter came from their suitor, who only accentuated their arousal by rubbing large circles against their protruding form. “Fuck if that’s not the truth…” they laughed.
Very suddenly, their little moment was broken when another bout of painful indigestion had them stopping their dancing altogether and clutching their belly. “Oof…” they whimpered.
“Are you okay?” the older one asked, their sensual tone now replaced for one of concern. “Are you… Shit, are you in labor?”
“What?” After the pain had passed, they managed to straighten up and took a deep, cleansing breath. It seemed they hadn’t heard those last few words and just pulled their dance partner closer. “I’m fine; c’mon, let’s keep dancing.”
They continued to dance with each other until they decided to move over to a nearby couch and take a load off. It was just as well, too, because the pains were coming back with a bit more force and they found that standing by itself was now a task.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Their concerned dance partner asked of them, placing their hand on top of their round belly. The surface was firm with very little give, clearly filled to the brim.
Having just worn a tank top because of the warm almost-summer weather, the bottom of their belly was a bit exposed for all to see. There were definite stretch marks marred along their skin. “Y-yeah, I must’ve just had a bad lunch,” they said, rubbing their tummy. “I think-- I think maybe I should go to the bathroom.”
They waddled off in search of the bathroom, and when they sat on the toilet and tried to pass whatever it was that was making them sore, there was a definite expulsion of something splashing into the toilet bowl. “Oh..!” they gasped out in surprise, “I’m glad I didn’t wet myself!”
After using toilet paper to clean themself between their legs, they waddled back out to join the rest of the party. Their dance partner wasn’t where they had last been so it was back to the dance floor. Whoever was in charge of the tunes had put on something with a strong bass beat that had everyone jumping up and down. Despite their pain in their lower back, they wanted to join in on the fun. They could always deal with the consequences tomorrow and it wasn’t anything a little painkillers couldn’t alleviate, right?
Jumping to the beat, they almost looked like a gravity-defying feat with the way their belly bounced with them. They jumped up and down and up and down, wholly unaware of the growing pressure between their legs. It wasn’t until the song was over and everyone was cheering, that they realized even though they had gone to the bathroom the pains hadn’t gone away.
Deciding to take another dance break, they waddled back over to the couch and sat down with a heavy sigh. A greater pain gripped their side and that mounting pressure forced them to spread their legs. Unable to keep quiet, they let out a soft moan. The loud music had almost no one looking at them but when another pain had them digging their heels into the carpet beneath them and letting out an even louder moan, someone nearby finally took notice.
“Hey, are you okay..? You look like you’re in pain,” a young woman-- probably a senior-- asked as she knelt beside them.
They just shook their head, trying to just ignore the pain. Hopefully the pain would stop so they wouldn’t have to end their night when it had barely even begun. Right about now they were beginning to wish they hadn’t worn such tight shorts, however, because somehow they felt even smaller than when they’d put them on.
Suddenly, the mounting pain reached its apex and they bucked their hips up as much as their heavy belly would allow. They let out an especially loud scream as a very large bulge appeared in their shorts. They started to cry as many pairs of eyes turned to look at them, and someone turned the music down.
“Holy shit-- are you having a baby..?!” the young woman exclaimed, gesturing to the large protrusion filling out the individual’s shorts.
Before they could even answer or vocalize their realization, another contraction seized them and rendered them unable to speak. They writhed with where they sat on the couch, trying to push the baby out to no avail. Their shorts were too tight and the baby had no more room to be expelled. “H-help me..! Help me, please!” they screamed with tears in their eyes.
As they screwed their eyes shut to focus on pushing, they could hear a commotion go all through the party and they thought they heard for someone to call for an ambulance. Just when pushing the baby out seemed futile, they realized their little booty shorts were beginning to rip at the seams. The force of their pushing and the weight of the seemingly large baby was ripping a hole right between his legs. The wet mass that was the baby’s head was being pushed through their shorts as the shoulders were pushed through their stretched sex.
Someone-- apparently a student who knew some first aid-- appeared between their legs and helped pull the baby out the rest of the way. The fabric of the shorts were ripped and torn apart and their underwear was soaked with birth fluid.
The new parent wondered to themself as they looked down at their newborn son, if being born in the house made him an honorary Sigma Chi pledge.
as a newbie in this community, i wasn't aware of @cinwritesbirth and to better differentiate myself (and as I've already gotten a message in my inbox asking if we are the same person), i've changed my handle
i hope you continue to like my writings and thank you for those that are now following and that like what I have to contribute-- i'm very thankful for you! 🙇🙇🙇
tags/kinks: mpreg, ftm!pregnancy, multiple pregnancy, water birth, birth center, breech birth
He checked into the birth center, his doula having driven him. He’d been experiencing on-and-off contractions for almost the past two days and his water had finally broken earlier that morning.
“Yes, I spoke to someone about coming in today? I called this morning,” he greeted with a heavy exhale, a hand massaging at his lower back. The doula standing beside him placed her hand on his back and rubbed as well, trying her best to ease the tension there.
The woman behind the front desk smiled and nodded, locating the correct patient file before getting up. “Yes, we have your room all prepared for you-- right this way.”
He let out another breath but this time one of relief as a pinching nerve was rubbed into temporary submission. He was glad he wasn’t going to have to go through all of this alone; he didn’t know if he could do this without his doula. Being led through a door and down a hallway, they were directed into his birthing suite. It looked like something between a hotel room or a guest bedroom except there was a large, circular bathtub just feet away from the bed. This was where he was going to deliver his babies.
“Woo, it’s starting to settle in that this is really happening,” he expressed, sounding a little nervous as he rubbed the sides of his large dome. He breathed through another strong contraction and his doula helped him to settle on the bed for the time being.
It only took a few moments for his midwife nurse to join them in the birthing suite, revealing a hidden ultrasound machine in the room to do a quick check. By then he had changed out of civilian clothes and she had full access to his body.
As she pressed the ultrasound wand to his distended belly, she hummed softly at the images it displayed on the screen. “Looks like babies are in the right position-- well, at least two of them. We’ll see if we can’t get baby number three turned around before it’s time but if not, it’ll be okay,” she spoke with a peppy and optimistic voice.
“That’s right-- breech births aren’t all that uncommon,” his doula reminded him.
He grit his teeth and let out a heavy breath as another contraction went all through him. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that his doula was checking her watch, no doubt timing his contractions.
The midwife placed a gloved hand against his sex before inserting her fingers into his entrance, checking his progress. “I think we’re gonna go ahead and get that tub going-- you’re moving along pretty quickly,” she stated, her voice even and gentle.
Even as it seemed birth was right around the corner, he never once felt anxious because of the staff at the birthing center or because of his doula.
When he stepped into the nearly full birthing pool, the water immediately made him buoyant. It had been so long since he wasn’t carrying around so many babies that he’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to be light. The cool water was refreshing against the feverish skin of his fully naked form and it was a nice relief for his back since he’d been experiencing a pinching pain right at the base of his spine. He let out a moan and he gripped the rim of the tub as his strongest contraction yet went through him.
He could feel his first baby shifting inside, lowering itself in his birth canal. His doula knelt behind him and dabbed his sweaty forehead with a cloth while his midwife checked between his legs again.
“When you feel the need to push, you can push,” she told him.
This was it. After nearly nine months of carrying and growing three heavy babies in his belly, he was finally going to get to meet them. The water sloshed around him as he tried his best to get comfortable in the tub, spreading his legs as far apart as they would go. “I… I feel it-- b-between my--” His sentence was suddenly caught off by his own low moan as another contraction hit him and he beared down with everything that he had. Beneath the water he could feel his midwife cupping his stretching sex, trying to ease the skin from being pushed past its limits. Even in the midst of the excruciating pain he knew he could do this-- his body was made for this.
“F-fuck… god, this baby is big..!” he exclaimed once the contraction was over. He was huffing and puffing, trying his best to catch his breath because he knew he only had a limited amount of time before his next contraction would hit.
The midwife nodded and cupped his bulging sex again with her hand. “You’re stretching really well; I can see the baby starting to come out,” she informed him. Sure enough, the lips of his cunt were spreading around the emerging mass, a tuft of dark hair in the shape of a teardrop protruding from inside of him.
“T-touch my tummy, please,” he requested and both the midwife and doula placed their hands on his rounded form, rubbing soothing circles into the angry, contracting flesh. Almost immediately the man let his head lull back and he let out a soft moan.
The baby was weighing heavily within him and with his next contraction he let out a primal roar and pushed with everything that he had. Almost without thinking he placed his hand on the most top part of his belly and pushed down, the added pressure helping to get the baby out even faster. When his contraction tapered off, he reached down between his legs and could feel the bulbous flesh coming out of him. The baby’s head was almost fully out.
The need to push was increasing even as his contraction ended and with one more strong push, the first baby’s head stretched him so wide until it finally burst free, followed quickly after by its wide shoulders.
As the midwife moved quickly to retrieve the baby and clean it-- her-- up, the man was trembling from the aftershocks of his first birth and whimpered. His sex was throbbing and the doula’s quiet words of encouragement and praise in his ear went mostly unanswered.
“Oh, she’s beautiful! You did such a wonderful job getting her here, daddy,” the doula complimented, looking over to where the midwife had just cleaned the squalling infant’s airways and had cut the umbilical cord.
Just as he blinked the blurriness out of his eyes, the baby was suddenly being hoisted onto his thick chest and his hands automatically came up to cradle his crying newborn against him. Father and daughter shared each other’s warmth and he brought a hand up to gently stroke the top of her head. “She’s perfect…” he said with a wet laugh.
He was grateful for this little intimate moment with his brand-new daughter because soon her younger siblings would be splitting his attention.
Speaking of splitting, his contractions were beginning to start up again and he felt another baby get into position, forcing his legs apart again. He handed his daughter off to one of the staff members to be properly taken care of while he could focus on birthing his other two babies. As he braced the edge of the tub and pushed with his contraction, he let out a frustrated groan. It felt like the baby was stretching his cunt wide open but very little progress had been made.
Although the water had done its job to abate the pain in his back and his sex, it did little to help with actually pushing his large babies out. His belly floated above the surface as he let out a heavy exhale.
“This is the breech baby,” his midwife informed him as she checked between his legs again. “You’ll need to push extra hard to get this one out. You can do it..!”
With an exasperated sigh, he requested to lean forward against the rim of the tub, his knees braced against the floor of the tub. He was so gravid that the widest part of his belly pressed up against the tub as he got into position and began pushing again. The sensation of the baby’s turgid body filling up his birth canal was almost too much to bear and the stretch was like a searing pain.
Soon enough, he felt the tiniest bit of progress as he felt steady hands pushing at the flesh of his bulging sex to ease the baby out little by little. With another strong push and a high-pitched yell, he felt something shift between his legs and the midwife was soon announcing that the baby’s bottom half had been delivered.
He breathed through his next contraction, trying his best to restore the mountains of energy he’d just spent trying to push his next baby into the world. With the help of his midwife and a few more small pushes, all that was left to birth his second baby was to push the head. As he cried, he felt a coaxing hand on the small of his back and he immediately recognized the touch that belonged to his doula. She was massaging him and trying her best to alleviate the excruciating pain he was experiencing.
When he pushed with his next contraction, there was no progress.
“Nothing’s happening-- you need to push harder,” the midwife urged him.
He could still feel her prodding fingers, attempting to push at his already stretched folds to get the baby all the way out. Desperate to get his baby out, when his next contraction hit him, he pushed with all of his might and also physically pushed his large belly against the wall of the birthing tub. His high-pitched moans echoed against the walls of the suite and when the baby’s large head finally broke free, he let out an elated sob of relief.
“Another girl!” The midwife announced, having given the newborn a quick check before placing her on her father’s chest once he was back in a seated position where he could hold her. Just like her older sister, she let out a loud shriek, wholly upset with the new world she’d been suddenly thrust into. “You can hold her for a bit but we should get you out to deliver the last baby,” she suggested. Sure enough, the water within the birthing tub was cloudy from all of the birth fluids that had come out of him and visibility was especially limited.
His second daughter was indeed large, evidenced not only by how strongly she flailed in his arms but by the fact that she had just been born moments ago and left him feeling stretched between his legs, that his final baby very easily moved into position. He was allowed very little time to bond with his newest or to really even catch his breath when he felt the full weight of his final baby grinding down against the swollen and stretched lips of his flesh.
“O-oh, g-ghh…” he grunted as a new contraction practically knocked the wind out of him. Both the midwife and the doula had reached down and tried to help him get up so he could move out of the tub to deliver his final baby but he wasn’t budging. He could feel the baby’s head already coming to a full crown, a searing pain spreading from between his legs. “Th-the..!”
The reassuring words from his doula and midwife went completely unheard as the blinding pain nearly overcame him. With a tremendous and forceful push, he felt the large mass that was his baby force itself through his sex, its head and shoulders coming through almost all at once. He let out a high-pitched scream and his body went completely boneless once he was truly empty.
He'd done it. When he regained enough strength to finally see straight after he was placed into his plush, dry bed, he got the chance to hold all three of his crying newborns.
as a newbie in this community, i wasn't aware of @cinwritesbirth and to better differentiate myself (and as I've already gotten a message in my inbox asking if we are the same person), i've changed my handle
i hope you continue to like my writings and thank you for those that are now following and that like what I have to contribute-- i'm very thankful for you! 🙇🙇🙇
tags/kinks: non-binary, multiple babies, public birth, orgasmic/erotic birth.
It wasn’t the most ideal situation, having to deal with a rowdy classroom full of young adults, let alone having to deal with it while also lugging around over forty pounds of baby in an overstuffed womb.
Although they had made the most of their unexpectedly large pregnancy, not even a doctor’s recommendation to start parental leave in their late third trimester was going to stop them and their well thought-out lesson plan. A belly full of quints couldn’t have been foreseen nine months prior but they were managing better than most. They welcomed fascinated students to come and rub their distended belly between classes, the young students mesmerized and gasped out of astonishment when they could see the restless lives stirring under the taut skin.
It was two days before their scheduled parental leave when everything happened. The day had started off normally and the general aches and pains of pregnancy went without much thought at all as they’d gone about their routine and got to school. They sat behind their desk with an ungraceful harumph, a hand coming up to stroke the widest part of their belly. The babies had lowered themselves considerably in the last few days and they were just thinking parental leave couldn’t come soon enough when their first class of the day began filtering into the room.
“Wow, any day now, huh, Mx?” One of the students asked with a little chuckle, amused with how large their teacher had gotten or how sluggishly they moved.
Thank god for PowerPoint and laser pointers because the very pregnant teacher knew they’d be teaching while seated for at least most of the day. It was halfway through the lecture when a gripping pain struck them in their abdomen and before they could even deduce what was happening, a torrent of fluid came gushing out between their legs. The sound was unmissable and they were just thankful that they were seated behind their desk so none of the students could see their lower half and considerably soaked pants.
“What was that..?” A student asked.
The teacher chuckled nervously and grabbed for a nearby roll of paper towels, very quickly unspooling a few sheets to place on the tiled floor. “Oh, clumsy me-- I must’ve hit my drink and it fell over..!” they said, trying to mask what had really happened. When their class left then they could properly address what was happening to them. The lecture wouldn’t be disrupted when it was already more than half over.
It wasn’t uncommon for them to rub their round tummy throughout the day so they hoped their almost incessant rubbing at the side of their belly went unnoticed. They were trying the best that they could to calm the impatient lives inside but the babies would wait for no one, not even the parent that carried them to term.
With mere minutes left in the class period, a strong contraction rippled through the teacher’s body and they let out an erotic moan as a knee-jerk reaction. They pushed themself back from the desk as every head in the classroom pulled their attention from their books or their phones to the laboring teacher at the front of the class.
“O-oh, g-god..!” The teacher exclaimed, pulling their shirt up to expose the reddened and contorting flesh of their stuffed dome. “M-my babies..!”
Some of the more capable students jumped to their feet and scrambled to their teacher’s aid, helping them take off their pants while a few others left the room altogether to fetch for better qualified help. Many students who were still seated at their desks had pulled out their phones to record the scene unfolding in front of them.
As the teacher’s feet were brought up to rest on the desk, their entire sex was fully exposed and a murmur could be heard throughout the room. It was extremely vulnerable for the teacher to be in such a state and a strong blush radiated from their face all the way down their neck and chest.
“The baby is crowning, Mx,” a student told them, “You should push with the next contraction.”
With a petulant whine, the teacher felt their firstborn grinding against their sore sex and a jolt of arousal went all throughout them. “F-fuck…” they rasped, their fingers pressing into the tight flesh of their overcrowded belly. “Feels good…” They couldn’t help but to speak out what they were feeling, their usual teacher filter completely gone as they succumbed to their body’s visceral urges.
As a contraction racked through them, a loud moan from the deepest part of their throat echoed throughout the room. They were pushing and slowly but surely they were opening for the first large baby. Juices were all but streaming out of their hole, spilling onto the tiled floor beneath them. When they felt gentle fingers prodding their sex, they pushed and let out a loud cry of relief. The first baby’s massive head was out.
“It’s so b-big-- feels… feels so good coming out of me,” the teacher confessed, writhing as much as their office chair would allow. With the students’ help, they stretched their legs as far apart as possible so they could birth the rest of their first baby. The large shoulders of the newborn were lodged in a very sensitive position. The teacher’s pleasure center in their brain was working on overload as each contraction brought multiple pounds of pressure pressing right against their most erogenous area. This was not the time to be aroused but they had no say in the matter.
Pushing through the crescendoing pleasure, the first of five babies burst through and was deftly caught by capable hands. The heavy set newborn was placed on their chest, crying loudly for its parent. “Oh-- Oh my g-god, that’s my baby..!” the teacher cried out with joy, shaky hands coming to grab the baby and hold it close. “Oh my god, this just came out of me…”
And another was hot on their older sibling’s heels as the teacher had next to no time for reprieve as another pleasure-filled contraction gripped their stomach. They could feel the next large baby filling up their birth canal and they hadn’t even had time to really meet their first. “O-oh, oh-- another… ugh, they j-just keep coming..!” they exclaimed, pushing with their next contraction.
Just like moments ago, the second baby’s head bulged out their parent’s sex, stretching it to its limits upon their exit. Unlike the first birth, however, this baby wasn’t coming out quite so easily. Just when it seemed like the baby’s crowning head was about to come out, the teacher fell back against their chair as their contraction and strength both tapered off. As they whined, the baby slowly disappeared behind the lips of their parent’s sex.
“T-too big…” the teacher cried, unable to overcome the amount of pleasure they were getting from their labor to properly push the baby out.
Very suddenly, a large hand was pushing down on the globe that was their belly. The pressure was so immense and suddenly they were experiencing an indescribable amount of euphoric pleasure without even a contraction. They screamed at the top of their lungs as the baby’s head burst through their sex’s lips with a strong gush of fluids.
A student batted the hand away, belonging to another student who was just trying to help. “What the hell are you doing?! You’re hurting them!” she accused, looking down at the baby’s head that was just dangling between her teacher’s legs.
“They were having a hard time pushing-- I helped! The baby’s head is out, isn’t it?” Another voice shouted, bickering.
“M-more..! More, please; get this baby o-out of me..!” The teacher pleaded, their hands going to their belly and attempting to push just as their student had done before.
“See?!” Very quickly, multiple hands were placed on the teacher’s rounded belly and they all pressed down together.
The teacher’s hips bucked up at the sensation, their sex throbbing with a desire for more. It was dizzying to think they would be doing this three more times even after this baby was born. An almost chant-like whining puffed out of their mouth and with another scream and orgasm, they were coming and the baby was pushed out. The newest baby was quickly placed on her parent’s chest and the space was now crowded.
Thankfully, someone had looked up a YouTube tutorial on how to properly cut an umbilical cord and two students who had experience with babies took each of the newborns to their desks to watch over them. Some students offered up their hoodies and extra shirts to keep the babies warm, which was just as well because stronger contractions meant one more life was about to enter the already bustling classroom.
The teacher was a sweaty mess, their efforts having the room smell heavily of sex and birth fluids. They had already climaxed at least twice and if three more babies in their womb meant at least three more orgasms, they were afraid they might pass out from pure bliss. “Th-three more…” they informed their students, some of which were unaware that the teacher was carrying so many. Shifting uncomfortably where they sat, the teacher asked for help to stand up and walk in the hopes that gravity might help get the rest of their babies out.
Just as they had taken a few steps, the door swung open with the students that had left, bringing with them a school nurse and a few other faculty. Shocked eyes went from the birthing teacher over to the two newborns that were squalling for their parent, then back again.
“I… M-more babies are c-coming…” The teacher cried, their knees buckling beneath them. The students that had helped them to stand up were now carefully lowering them to the floor as the realization came that the third baby was stretching them wide. “C-can’t stop, I can’t stop-- f-feels so good..!” They moaned as they leaned back against one of the students for support as they pushed. It felt too good that they came twice more before the baby’s head was even out and the wide shoulders gave them their strongest orgasm yet.
They were a shaky, sweaty mess when their third baby entered the world with a loud cry. Students that had been doing on-hands help had been replaced by the school nurse and faculty, while someone had announced that an ambulance had been called. Someone wondered aloud if a single ambulance could even transport the sheer amount of babies that were coming out of their teacher.
“You’re doing amazing,” An older male teacher cooed into the ear of the one birthing, his large hand coming to stroke the prominent although somewhat-deflated belly. “I had no idea you were capable of this-- of having so many…”
The teacher whined, turning their head to look at the older man to the best of their ability. “J-just… I just wanna keep having babies,” they babbled, borderline incoherent before wincing because of a brand-new contraction. There were still two babies left inside and the next one had taken its time getting into position.
The man chuckled deviously, his next words whispered only for a single person’s ears. “Oh, that can definitely be arranged, love. After seeing so many tumble out of you I want to see how many more you can have…”
The thought of being filled only to do this yet again sent a thrill up their sore back. “Y-yeah… yes..!” they mewled as their gaping hole was suddenly filled with an exiting mass. They grinded their hips back and forth against nothing, as if they could simply thrust the baby out into the world. They were already coming again and the baby was barely crowning.
By the time the paramedics arrived with professional help, there was only one baby left inside. More students from other classes had at some point filtered into the classroom to witness the spectacle for themselves, although they were very quickly shooed away by teachers or the school nurse to give as much privacy as possible. The students who had been holding the now-sleeping newborns were allowed to stay to keep the babies warm and make sure they were okay.
When the paramedics attempted to help the teacher up onto the stretcher, they were met with a very adamant rejection. “N-no, it… baby’s already--” the teacher sputtered, spreading their legs as far apart as possible to give the paramedics a good look at their crowning baby. All five babies were going to be born in that classroom and there was nothing anybody could do about it. Having already pushed out four, a fifth proved to be routine by this point. Although the feeling of bearing down around the wide skull was still as overwhelming as ever, the teacher at least knew to expect it and had found a vague rhythm to pushing that felt best to them.
“Oh, my,” the main paramedic sounded off as they delicately touched the stretched sex around the baby’s crowning head. They glanced over to where the newborns were being monitored. “I think this one is your biggest yet…”
The teacher couldn’t help but to laugh wearily. “Of course it is…” They rubbed their hand over their mostly deflated tummy, the largest baby fully engaged and ready to be birthed. As much of an inconvenience having such an overcrowded and heavy womb had been, they were going to miss being pregnant.
With a mounting contraction, they let out a feeble, wanton cry as they pushed. It was obvious by the stretch how large the baby truly was, easily outweighing any of its older siblings. Progress was minimal just judging from the way it felt between their legs.
“Last one, love,” the male teacher who was still holding his birthing lover in his arms. He had whispered encouraging words into their ear since he’d arrived and his big hands very rarely ever left that pregnant swell. “You’ve just got one more and then you’ll have all of your babies…”
“Last one,” they parroted back weakly, shallow breaths coming out heavily as they strained over their final oversized baby. They were very sensitive and tired, their face covered in a film of sweat and tears from how much they had strained. It had been a while since they had started pushing and they could hear all of their babies cooing from across the room. They just needed to push this last one out so the babies could be cared for by their parent.
As another contraction racked through them and it felt like they were being split apart in only the most delicious of ways, they let out a guttural moan as they summoned what little energy they had left to push their last baby out. As they pushed and their hole grew impossibly wide around the large baby’s head, gasps and other exclamations of awe went ignored. The baby’s head broke free and with it, yet another wet gush of the pregnant teacher’s arousal. They had climaxed so many times-- even more times than it had taken to get them this pregnant in the first place. It only took one last contraction and few more strong pushes to get the rest of the baby out, a large little boy who looked more like an infant than a newborn in the paramedic’s hands.
Over the course of months, Avalon’s contractions come and go. However, this set is more longer and painful. He needs a little help to get some relief since he can’t do it by himself, but Rita’s happy to oblige. After all, it’s still too early… 🫢
