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[skyepaws]

Some folders with some great births

[maiesyday]

idk what’s hotter his rubbing or her moan

[pushingboi]

The mid afternoon sunlight filters through the window of our bedroom. I keep my eyes shut as I awaken, drinking up every last second of our siesta while I can.

You wake up as I stir, and watch through sleepy half-lidded eyes as I roll over my gravid belly to lay on my back and stretch, taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly.

I kick the blankets down the bed and curiously peel my shirt back over my bump. Inside I feel the lively baby squirm and kick, roiling about as if getting more frustrated about their own inability to stretch out. You reach out and snuggle into me, placing a hand on my belly, and I meet you with a sweet kiss.

I smile and place my hands beside yours, immersing myself in feeling the life roiling inside my womb, nestled safe and warm within my belly.

The baby chills out and stills for a moment, and just then my womb tweaks obviously, startling you awake. "Oh shit, was that a contraction?" You ask.

"Noooo..? Maybe..?" I play puzzled. "Maybe it's just Braxton-hicks?"

I can't fool you and we both know it. You jump up worriedly. "How long have you been having them? Did they just start? How strong are they? That one felt pretty strong.. Are you going into labour? Or already in labour? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Okay, calm down, calm down." I reassure. "If you want an answer you have to give me a chance to respond." I sigh.

"I've been having contractions for a few hours. They're getting stronger but I don't know how close I am. I'm still fine. They hurt, like, a lot. But not bad enough that I can't nap, right?"

"Shit; we've gotta get you to the hospital!"

"Fuck no. We talked about this already, love, and you don't get to decide to change your mind. No way in hell I'm going to a hospital. I don't need some stranger tying me up and prodding me while I'm trying to have your baby; you can do that just as well yourself, can't you?" I tease.

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The evening sun shines in through the window of our bedroom. A cool breeze flows through the open screen and over my bare skin, the pleasant sensation a welcome distraction from the pain.

You rub my lower back tenderly as you watch over my labour. I've long since shed my shirt and pants, rejecting the hot and restricting fabric to let the rays of sun bathe my pale skin.

I arch my back as a contraction strikes. I lean into you breathlessly, and let out a very long groan as the ache tears through my body. Halfway though I pant to catch my breath, and then groan again. The contractions are getting longer, and harder, and faster, as they begin to fall into a rhythm, the percussive march that heralds forth the birth.

"Fuck.." I pant. "Fuck, it's so much. I can't.."

You run your fingers through my long hair as you soothe me gently. "You're doing fine. You're almost through this part, and soon you'll be pushing out my baby." I smile a little. You continue teasing. "Yeah? You like the sound of that, don't you? There's only one thing you love more than being this heavy and swollen with my babies; and that's getting to birth them out."

I tremble a little, for some motley reason of anticipation, pain, excitement and exhaustion. Just as the thought crosses my mind that I'm due for another contraction, it rolls in like a slow, long tide, enveloping my senses in the intensity of the pressure and- "Ah! Ah, oh god, oh fuck..! It's coming! Th-the baby's coming!"

I pinch my eyes shut and try not to howl with the brilliant pain. You move beside me and go to feel for my dilation. To your surprise, you meet the head already eagerly descending into my birth canal, waters intact.

"You're right, love, it's time for you to give birth. Are you ready to push?"

"Nnnnoo I'm not! It's- oh god, it's- nnn.. yes! Yes, yes, I'm puuuushinng..!"

"Good boy! Come on, the contraction's still coming. Push!"

It doesn't take much convincing. The urge overtakes me and I bear down, holding my breath and channeling the pressure downwards through my abdomen.

I break and take but a second to breathe before continuing. My face scrunches and my belly tenses, all hands on deck as I toil.

I gasp for air, winded from the effort. "Breathe, breathe, love. Take your time, your body knows what to do."

I lay back and stare at the ceiling, slowing my breathing, and rest, as the contraction has subsided, taking with it the excitement and urge to push. "I hope it's not to big.. I hope it's not stuck.."

"What? I thought you liked it that way. Makes it more interesting, doesn't it?" You wink.

I want so badly to be upset with you, I want so badly not to find that funny, but try as I might to deny it I feel the humour lift some weight from my body and something like a smile tease at the corner of my mouth.

"Is it crowning yet?" I ask.

"You can feel for yourself if you want. But no, not yet. You've still got a ways to go so conserve your strength."

I nod. I lay still for a few more moments and gather my strength. Just as the contraction begins I haul myself upwards into a kneeling position.

I take a few deep breaths and lean forward. "Get ready and push, love!" I steady myself. "Push!"

As I push I feel the difference with the change of position. Gravity starts to do its share, and while it doesn't do much for opening my pelvis, I can feel the movement nonetheless.

I feel the rhythm, finally, as it starts to set in. I rock back and forth and breathe and push, losing myself in the cycle - breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push.

The head inches downwards, boring its way through my flesh. As it comes closer and closer to the sensitive opening it feels different, more. It really feels like the erupting force threatens to split me open. I barely notice that as I've pushed I've leaned forward slowly until it's easier to make myself comfortable on all fours.

It's here, watching me strain and sweat, that you realize just how helpless you are. You shuffle around me to get a better look.

I grasp at the sheets, the bed, at my belly, at you, desperate and writhing beneath the intensity. I pant and pant and puuuush, puuuush, PUUSH!

My pussy begins to part as the head encroaches upon it. The intact sac glistens as it appears between my legs. Face into the bed my moans are muffled. You rub my back and comfort me in vain; it's all up to me now to give birth to your baby.

With the next contraction my body tenses. My legs tremble, my breath wavers and I sob through the pain. The sobs curl into a determined wail as i bear down, pressure rippling through my belly and hips. The head continues to squeeze through, stretching into sight bit by bit.

"Here it comes, love. I can see it. Don't stop pushing."

I obey, choking my breath through another contraction. I heave, and push, the head moving so slowly towards the world, gripped firmly within my birth canal.

The contraction lulls, and so does my urge to push, and I'm left with nothing but the awareness of the huge baby's position in my pelvis, filling the space between my hips like nothing I've ever felt. I rock my hips side to side, forward and back, savouring the sweet stretch and the bitter pain threatening to tear down my consciousness.

You look on with pride and.. oh such lust. You can't deny how much it turns you on to see me like this, bent over and stretched open before you, labouring and toiling while I give birth to your baby. The waistband of your pants is all there is between you and ecstasy but you resist thre urge to touch yourself.

The rhythm returns and I whine as I lean into the contraction.

"C'mon baby, push it out for me. Push it out!"

"NNnnnggghh.. I'm... pushing... as hard as I can.."

The head begins to crown, my bulging slit parting around it. As I release the pressure and catch my breath it retreats back inside. "Hah.. hah.. ha.. aaa-hhhhhnnnnnnnnngh...!"

I bear down with all my strength, working through the stinging crown. The supple skin of my cunt grows thin and tight as it clings to the slowly protruding head of our baby.

"It's co-ming! Oh fuck, it's coming out!" I cry.

You've got a pretty sweet view while I push for you. My ass in the air, bearing down while your new baby squeezes into view between my legs.

I sink down into the bed and scream into the pillow, the unquenchable burning of the crown battling the insurgent urge to push. My poor tight, engorged little pussy bulges all around the head.

"It's stretching me open… Oh my god, the head.."

I breathe and pant in desperation, the intensity refusing to quell. All I can think and feel is the baby trying to stretch through my abused opening. "It's burning. It's burning. It's so hard.. I can't.. I have to.. I.."

"You're doing so good babe. Feel my baby stretch open the hole I fucked it into. Breathe and let it open you up."

"I have to push so bad. I have to push this baby out.." I start bearing down again one push at a time. "Fuck, it's so hard! I'm trying so hard to give birth but it won't- GAAAAH!" Suddenly the sac breaks inside me, and a little gush of amniotic fluid trickles forth, but the big head stops the rest of the flow like a stuck cork. "AGHHHHHHHHHHH!" The new change in pressure shifts the baby and my vagina finally starts to span around the bulge. "That's it, babe! Push, pushhh, puuuuush!"

"Nnnngghhh... p.. puuuuuuuush...." I groan. I lean my hips back and shift my knees, opening up for the baby to come out. "puuuuuuuuush...!"

"puush... puuuuush...." I keep narrating myself. The head starts to crown fully, stretching all the way. "I'm giving birth to it.. the head is almost out of me.."

"One big push! Cmon, birth it!"

I hold my breath and force everything into one big push. "Ghhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa-aaaah-AHHHHHHH! Ahhh ohhhhh, the head..! ahhhh..... ahhhhh..."

All at once the head shears out between my legs, accompanied by a cascade of fluid which gushes onto the bed below me, carrying the head to dangle out of my birth canal.

"Oh my god, it's coming! My baby is- nnnnhh puuuuuuuushh... puuuush..." The urgency is still there, it's not out yet as I feel the whole body stretch my vagina. "I'm fucking pushing..."

The body slides through ever so slowly, from the shoulders all the way to the hips, in one long push, and then suddenly, finally, the legs slip all the way out from inside me and the gurgling baby falls onto the bed between my legs.

"There's my baby, you did it babe! You did such a good job giving birth to it!"

[doiisu]

Oh my gosh daddy! Don’t throw me onto the bed👀👀👀 don’t tie me down👀👀👀don’t force yourself inside of me👀👀👀don’t break my tiny virgin hymen👀👀👀👀don’t fuck me until I am nothing but screams and moans👀👀👀👀don’t slap my face👀👀👀👀 don’t spit on me👀👀👀👀don’t choke me👀👀👀👀don’t pull my hair during backshots👀👀👀👀don’t force your dick down my throat until I can’t breathe👀👀👀👀don’t make me ride you👀👀👀👀👀👀don’t piss on my face and in my mouth when you’re done with me👀👀👀👀don’t call me your cum slut that’s so mean👀👀👀👀call me your good girl👀👀👀noo daddy, don’t double penetrate my little cunnie👀👀👀ugh please don’t r4pe me👀👀👀please don’t breed me and force me to have your babies👀👀👀👀

[imyourdaddynow86]

That's it...Turn around and spread your legs, Princess...

Good girl, baby...

Daddy loves breeding his perfect girl every morning...

[vanillacupcakeddd]

Need need need need need need need need

[xviixivixi]

Me and who?

[feet-feet-feet-feet-feet]

[notmyfirsttango]

something about being inside of you while sucking on your toes and licking your feet turns me on 👅 don’t be afraid to message me princess

[iatrogenical]

"No reason to be alarmed, my dear patient. Your frustrations are perfectly reasonable. I've seen plenty of others with cases just like yours." Dr. Blair clasps his hands, looking over a file as he sits at his desk. "You're in need of orgasm denial therapy. Sounds extreme, I know, but you'll have to trust me for the benefit of your own health."

"First, I'll have you lay down on the table for a physical exam. Always wise to look you over in full. I'll have you undress and put on a gown, and then we'll begin. I'll listen to your heart, your breathing, and I'll feel along your neck to check for any inflammation. After that, I'll take a look inside your mouth. I'll use a depressor on your tongue, then put a pair of gloves on to inspect your teeth and gums." He pauses momentarily to light a cigarette, smoke leaving the corner of his mouth as he goes on.

"Next, of course, will be the breast exam. I'll help you untie your gown. From there, I'll place my hands on your breasts. It's imporant to feel them in order to check for lumps that may be cancerous in nature. Once you're cleared there, I'll have you disrobe entirely." The patient's eyes widen at that, but before any words are spoken, the dark-haired doctor goes on.

"Yes, I find that my patients are best examined without their gown to impede my work. While laying on the table, I'll check the range of motion in your hips and knees, moving one leg at a time up, down, and finally into the stirrups. Once your knees are properly positioned apart, I'll begin with an abdominal exam. Your pubic hair will also be shaved, if it hasn't been already." His white-coated form shifts in my chair. He makes eye contact while telling his patient the details of his plans for them.

"Prior to beginning the pelvic exam, I'll restrain you. This is in case you do any moving around. I find some of my patients consider the examination and the treatment somewhat stressful. The last thing I need is for you to fall off my table and hurt yourself. "

"Once properly secured, I'll begin with taking a few photos for the sake of documentation. After that, I'll proceed with your external examination. I'll be checking your mons pubis with some gentle pressing. Afterwards, I'll inspect your labia majora for any blemishes or abnormalities, afterwhich I'll do the same for your labia minora. I'll examine your vaginal opening, and feel for your bartholin glands." He pushes up his glasses, then making a little pinching motion with his hand for the purpose of demonstration.

"Assuming everything is in working order, we'll move to the internal examination. I'll insert one of my fingers into your vaginal canal. You may feel some mild discomfort, but the exam is to make sure your therapy will be effective. Once I've inserted my second finger," he holds up two fingers as he speaks, "and felt your vaginal walls and palpated your cervix, I'll remove my fingers and prep you for the rectovaginal exam. That will involve me inserting one finger into your anus and one finger into your vaginal canal. You'll feel me probe your vagina and rectum simultaneously, checking your rectovaginal septum and your ligaments. Once we're through, I'll remove my fingers and prepare you for stimulation." He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, tapping it on the ashtray he had set next to a stack of other patient's files. It was evident this was all too common of a proceedure.

"I find a mild sedative is best applied to my patients at this stage. After a quick injection, you'll feel relaxed and a little lightheaded. Then, the therapy will begin. I'll be using my fingers to stimulate your clitoris while asking you a series of questions regarding your sensation and pleasure. You're not meant to enjoy the proceedure, of course, but some of my patients do find themselves getting a little worked up. I'll be stimulating you for as long as I deem necessary. The therapy requires that you are kept here for daily treatment without being allowed to orgasm. Your psychosexual responses will be tracked and recorded. Once you're able to respond to the stimulation in a manner I deem efficient, you'll be released from my care. Treatment is known to last anywhere between a few weeks, to a few months. Though I have certainly had patients remain in my care for longer."

He smiles slightly, though the expression doesnt reach his eyes. His cold gaze remained unmoved behind his glasses, as he looks his latest patient over.

"Ready to begin?"

[iatrogenical]

Hello Doctor,

I have been referred to your clinic for a cervical dilation procedure. Fair warning though, restraints may be needed as I'm known to be quite reactive. You may do anything you see fit, you have the expertise after all

- Cis female patient 💜

You've done well to come to my clinic, young lady. Here, you'll be taken care of.

After all, cervical dilation is a time-consuming endeavor, one that typically requires weeks if not months of routine treatment. And yes, I find it best to keep my patients restrained during proceedures like these, as it is quite common for them to want go jerk or move when they find dilation painful.

You'll be put into stirrups for a standard gynecological exam and cervical sampling before we begin the process of dilating your cervix. When you return to my office, you'll be put into lithotomy position. The nurses will administer a light intravenous sedative, and you will be restrained once more. From there, I'll insert a speculum into your vaginal canal to visualize your cervix. Assuming you still appear to be healthy, the dilation may begin.

Before inserting the first dilator, I would apply a tenaculum to hold your cervix in place. My patients typically feel a pinch as I do this, but it should be nothing you're unable to handle. After the tenaculum is in place, dilation may begin. I employ both hegar and pratt dilators in my practice, and will select what I think will work best for you. I will begin by inserting the 1mm dilator. Per session, we will work through two sizes. Some patients require repeat treatment before moving on to the next size. Typically, we will work from the smallest each time. So, you'll be going through two dilators your first day, four the second, and so on.

I must also inform you that you will be an inpatient for the time being. I find you'd be better off being monitored and medicated within our sight, than without it. I also find it is better to contain my patients lest they get any foolish notions about abandoning their treatment midway through. I'm certain you'll lose your will to comply eventually, which is why you're kept in my care around the clock in the first place.

You may find yourself resenting me and my staff during the final stretch of your dilation, indeed, I find even numbing creams and local anesthesia can lessen the pain of cervical dilation only so much. You'll also be afforded clitoral stimulation to help relax you during the process. Patients are commonly brought to orgasm with the dilator inside their cervix at least once per session. This is especially useful in forming a positive association between bodily pleasure and being on my table as well, even if you may beg me to stop, as patients often do, prior to your climax.

Once you've been introduced to the final 20mm dilator, I'll utilize your open cervix for a uterine curettage, as well as suction for samples of your endometrial tissue. Many patients report pain and discomfort during this stage, but such work must be done. You may experience some bleeding after I remove the speculum, and cramping for several days after is also common. You'll return for a follow-up examination after that, and we will perform hysteroscopic surgery if I decide that you require it.

[sweetndpatient]

one of the things they’ll need to do is assess which areas feel pain, and which, if any, give you pleasure. they’ll start by visually inspecting your vulva. looking for any redness, bruising, anything out of the ordinary. it may feel embarrassing having somebody look at you that way, but it’s necessary to help you get better. next they’ll start gently palpating your skin, moving from the mons pubis down towards your outer labia, and then inward. they ask you to describe each sensation— is it tender? sore? ticklish? does it sting, or feel like a bruise? how does lighter touch compare to one with more pressure? if they notice signs of arousal— skin darkening, wetness pooling— they might ask about that too. they’ll pull back your clitoral hood and assess the shape of it. check the width, how it responds to stimulation. note the size down in your chart. they might massage your vulva, paying special attention to your bartholin glands. seeing if they can induce self lubrication. take swabs for the lab. they’ll take photographs of your inner & outer labia. and then they’ll ask you to masturbate as you normally would, while they watch. it’s so they can better understand how to help you, so don’t be shy.

[cxntboyslxt]

Drug me. Make me unable to fight back.

Give me hormone injections. You want me at peak fertility.

Strap me down. It’s for my safety.

Palpate my uterus from the outside and the inside of my body. You want to make sure it’s ready.

Feel around inside me. You want me stretched and ready.

Insert a speculum and open it wide. You need a good shot at my cervix.

The sounds may hurt, but you need to dilate me enough to get inside my womb.

Feed the long, thin tube into my spread open boycunt. Make sure it slides into the cervix and stays anchored there.

You tell me I might feel some pressure and cramping as you let the semen begin to flow into me. You don’t tell me what sort of creatures I’ll be hosting inside my body. I don’t know that this is only the beginning.

I’m your test subject. Your experiment. And I’m going to grow your specimens for you, so you can witness their literal conception firsthand.

You have many, many more in mind.

[nordicmedfet]

Paralysis protocol

This marks number seven. My seventh story. My latest story about gyno, anaesthesia, intubation and surgery. Hope you like it!

You have been experiencing some pain in your lower abdomen and pelvic area for a while now maybe a few weeks, almost constantly the past three or four days. Day by day it just gets worse. The thought about what it could be is scary yet you cant find the courage to seek medical advice. You fight through each passing day as if it it would magically disappear. This morning it woke you up by a sudden flash of pain, like if someone tore your body in two.

Trying your best not to pass put from the pain you search for your phone to call for help. As you dial 911 your hands and fingers shake like jelly. Slowly a strong flash of nausea washes over you. Your conversation with the operator is short yet effective. Yes or no questions, swiftly recording your adress and apartment number. ''If you deteriorate while you wait don't hesitate to call us back''

The constant pain and nausea is paralysing and as you hear the ambulance coming closer and closer you wonder how they will get to you. Slowly and with hard effort you try crawling towards the door unlocking it, this leaves you drained and exhausted and you pass out for a few minutes. The next thing you remember is how the paramedics are talking to you, asking questions. ''When did it start, how bad is the pain, any other symptoms?''

They measure your vital signs and slowly look up at each other with a worrying look. ''We need to hurry, her pulse is 122, her blood pressure is only 82/50, resps are 24. We need to stabilize her and load her, quickly!'' The paramedics work fast and swiftly attaching a drip, helping you to the stretcher and load you into the back of the ambulance. The sirens start blaring as the ambulance race through the streets. Reaching the hospital within 10 minutes.

''22 year old female, sudden onset of severe abdominal pain at 04.32 this morning. Located in the right lower pelvic area. Pale and diaphoretic. Vitals heart rate 125, blood pressure 93/58 after a liter of fluids, resps 23, sats 95 on 1 liter of o2, temp 101,4. Light vaginal bleeding, nauseous and clammy. She has a IVC in each arm, one running the fluids. ''

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The hospital staff help transfer you to the gurney, attaching ecg leads, blood pressure cuff, pulse ox. A nurse taking blood for tests, hooking up another bag of fluids, also administering more antiemetic and pain medicine. A doctor approaching in green scrubs. ''Im doctor Vagene and i'm a gynecologist. Im going to need to examine you to figure out why you are here with us today.'' He rests his hand on your shoulder as to comfort you. ''I hear you got a sudden onset of pain this morning, also some vaginal bleeding. I would need to examine you to figure out what this is and how best to treat it.''

The room is cleared of non essential personel and a screen is pulled out to shield some of your dignity. Stirrups are attached to the end of the gurney, they help you to get to the lower end and help you get into position. They lift your legs into the stirrups to reveal your intimate area. The nurse that stayed behind steps up next to you, the doctor rolls the chair to the end of the gurney and lays a hand on the inside of your thigh. ''I'll begin now'' he says and before you know it you feel a cold metal speculum entering your vagina, the unexpected intrusion paralyse you. The doctor crancs the speculum and you feel the pressure from inside, step by step to reach my cervix.

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''I can see some bleeding from your cervix, nothing too alarming'' He slowly release the speculum sliding it out. Not even seconds later he seperates your labias apart introducing two fingers into your vagina, again the intrusion leaves you paralyzed. His fingers reach far into you, feeling for your cervix and ovaries. You let out a loud cry from the pain. His hand freezes in position as you cry. ''Is this where your pain is?'' he asks. You try your best to say yes but it mostly sounds like gibberish. He continues with a quick final sweep before slowly removing his fingers.

The nurse rolls a ultrasound machine next to the bed. The doctor applies some ultrasound gel on a vaginal probe before placing a condom over it. Yet again you don't have time to register what is about to happen before he sticks the probe inside of you. He moves it around looking at the screen trying to identify any abnormalities. You grab hold of the sheet on the bed as he finishes his exam. ''I see some free fluid in your abdomen, probably blood. Because your blood pressure and other vital signs are out of order I dont see any other solution to this than surgery. We need to find the bleeding and I suspect its coming from a ruptured cyst on your right ovarie.''

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The words hit you like a brick. Surgery? Your heart start racing faster and you struggle to catch your breath. The nurse approach your gurney and lay a firm yet calming hand on your shoulder. ''We will take care of you, no need to worry!'' The team from the ER come back and start prepping you for surgery. New blood tests are taken, you get changed into a gown and they wash you with antibacterial wipes. They add a wristband on your left arm with your name and date of birth. A bouffant cap over your hair. ''We'll get going now, are you ready?'' a man says standing at the top of the bed. His eyes radiates a sense of calm somehow.

The ride to the OR is bumpy and cold. The man pushes the bed into a cold and white room. In the middle you see a slim OR table with armrests and stirrups on it. Your bed is placed next to it and someone says; ''Please transfer onto this bed for us.'' You scoot over to the OR table and they swiftley lay a blanket over you. ''I'm doctor Ketam and i will be the anaesthesiologist during your surgery. Lets get started by attaching our monitors.'' he says as he begins placing the blood pressure cuff on your left arm, the pulse ox on your right index finger. He slowly lifts the gown to place three ecg stickers on your chest connecting them to the monitor. He helps you lay your arms perfectly on the armrests.

Doctor Vagene enters the room in the same green scrubs, now with a mask and cap. '' Lets get going doctor Ketam'' he says and nods to the anaesthesiologist to begin. Doctor Ketam grabs the mask from the anaesthesia machine and slowly puts it over your face. You take some paniced breaths but slowly you smell the gas entering your lungs. Slowly by each breath you find it harder and harder to focus, the room starts to spin. You feel doctor Ketams hand on your cheek and hear him say ''We are gonna take good care of you, just let go and relax.'' Seconds later you drift of to sleep.

You feel doctor Ketam grab a hold of your face, lifting your chin to open your airway. One by one he pushed breath after breath into your lungs with the help of a resovar bag. Your chest rise and fall in a even rhythm. For another minute you are kept alive by his rhythmic technique as your lungs get filled with oxygen. The next second he lifts the mask of your face and lay the mask on your chest. On the anaesthesia machine he has prepped for a LMA intubation. He grabs the instrument and push your teeths to open your mouth. In one swift motion he pushes the LMA into your mouth. You later feel the ballon inflate and adjusting it's position in your throat. He places tape on your face, twisting it around the tube before placing the end on your other cheek. Connecting the LMA to the tubing. Your body settle in to the rhythm of the anaesthesia machine.

The OR staff begins their preparations. Lifting your legs into the low lithotomy position. Adjusting the OR-table, placing a catheter then washing and draping your body. Doctor Vagene enters the OR again, this time in a surgical robe, getting gloved by the assistant.

Let's do this shall we?!

[doc-for-you]

Imagine lying still on my exam table. Legs spread by stirups. You can feel the cool air on your wet labia.

You hooked to various monitors....electric sensors cover your chest, your breasts, the inside of your thighs. a small probe is already inserted deep into your vagina.

You can hear your heart beating in the monitor....

you cannot see me, but you hear the familiar snap of nitril gloves. Shuffling of metallic instruments on a table.

you don't know what I will do to you, but you trust me completely...nervous ,yes , but not scared...

Shh, close your eyes...you can sleep if you want to...this might take a while ...i know the drugs make you drowsy..it's okay ...

the sensors will tell me everything I need to know...you don't need to think to hard, little doll...

[iatrogenical]

"It's a simple test of clitoral sensivity," the doctor stepped foward, the heels of his shoes clicking on the white linoleum flooring. He was well-dressed as he always was, tall, but not looking. His dark hair was combed and styled to stay away from inquisitive eyes, "One of many things we'll examine, now that you're fully grown." His eyes cast a reflection of his gown-clad patient, who's legs dangled nervously off of the side of the cold, metal table.

"Lie back," Dr. Blair instructed the other, who complied with some guidance from the doctor's hand. The patient shifted, legs pressed together, moving a bit as the light above became oppressive. "Now, the way that I assess sensivity is by asking you a series of questions as the examination goes on." Dr. Blair reached for a paid of gloves, snapping them on. "You will answer me on a scale when I ask you how you're feeling. Zero will be no sensation at all, and ten will be highly sensitive, or painful."

The patient flinched at the snap, not wanting this to go on for any extended period of time, but with little choice in the matter. Anyone could see the restraints that dangled off of the table. The stirrups the patient's legs would soon be put in. Dr. Blair reached a hand toward the medical gown, folding it up and out of the way. "Comfortable?" He asks, getting a hesitant nod in response.

"Now, you're going to feel a little pressure, I want you to rate this on that scale we talked about." Dr. Blair reached down, pressing one finger just above the sensitive nub, not applying pressure. The patient replied, "Three, doctor."

"And this?" Dr. Blair's gloved finger pressed a little harder, now. This was only a trial of what would come. A comfortable beginning spinning towards a medical nightmare. He looked up to watch his patient's face, to note every reaction, every expression of discomfort and pleasure. It was, after all, the doctor's intent to map his patient's erogenous zones.

"F-- five, doctor." The patient stutters with a reply this time, and the white coated man casts an inquisitive look. "Five?" Dr. Blair questions, "You sound rather worked up already. Would you like to re-evaluate that statement?" He didn't let the finger up on the other, who nodded in a strained sort of desperation. "N-no, doctor."

Dr. Blair removed his hand, and then peeled off his gloves, disposing of them and taking a moment to write his responses down. Returning to the table, he rested one hand on the patient's ankle, "Legs in the stirrups. I need full visibility." The patient didn't move, but the doctor lifted each ankle into the stirrups. He reached up, focusing the light on an already-wet vagina. "Producing a good deal of vaginal fluid already, I see. I'll be applying restraints to you, in that case. I don't want you struggling to stay still during a state of heightened arousal."

Dr. Blair does as he said he would. He took each of the patient's arms, and legs to be strapped down with thick leather cuffs and bands. A strap was brought across the patient's chest, and a final two went across each thigh. With his patient now flat on the table, the doctor re-gloved, and approached the other with a confident air. "Just relax," he takes his postion between the patient's legs, uncapping a bottle of lubricant and spreading a clear glob of it across every fold, "this will be over before you know it."

He parts the other's labia majora, sliding a lubed finger right up to the clitoris. Dr. Blair watches his patient jerk a bit as he pulls back the hood and applies direct pressure on it. "And how does this feel?" The patient struggles to respond, breathily replying, "Six, doctor..."

The doctor nods, taking note as he began to drag his finger up and down the other's clitoris, watching it start to get red as the stimulation went on. "Doctor, n-- no more, I--" the patient starts, but is cut off. "Quiet. You will speak when prompted to do so. I need to listen to your breathing and vocalizations. How are you feeling?"

"Eight! Just stop, please!" The patient begs, but the doctor pays no mind. "A quick one, aren't you? We'll have to work on your endurance during future visits." The doctor added more pressure, now circling the clitoris with unmatched precision. The patient tried to fight on the table, but was trapped. Instead reduced to pitiful whines and groans.

"How are you feeling?"

"Nine, doctor! Make it stop, make it stop! It's too sensitive! Can't-- I can't--!"

"You will in time. Let me know when you're approaching an orgasm You need to tell me you're at a ten before you climax."

"Ah! AH! Y-yes doctor..!"

The patient groaned and practically screamed on the table as the examination went on. The clitoris was swollen, perfectly manipulated as Dr. Blair watched his patient's final undoing. He hovered over the other, watching the body and mind contort to his will.

"TEN! TEN, DOCTOR. TEN!!" The patient screamed out, violently convulsing in the restaints as the orgasm took over. Dr. Blair made sure to move his hand steadily, making sure every second was wrung out of his patient's trembling body. He slid one finger inside of the vaginal canal, pulling it out to assess the moisture between his paitent's legs. His paitent groaned at the invasion, leaving a puddle on the table while still writhing in a daze.

"Excessive amount of self-lubrication, low tolerance for simulation, and under ten minutes to orgasm." He clicked his tongue, removing his gloves and tossing them away. "We'll certainly have to improve upon that with therapy." He sounded flatly disappointed, and slightly concerned with his patient's pathetic display. "I'll be leaving you here for the nurses. They will clean you up, and have you discharged." He was detached as he left his patient lay there in shame, wet and terribly sensitive between the legs.

[zmbiegtz]

trying to stay silent at the gynecologist while he fingers me, then getting rigged up to a fucking machine with a vibrator strapped to my clit until i forget all about being quiet

[zmbiegtz]

thinking of cumming at the gynos @_@

lying back on the examination table as a curtain is pulled in between me and the doctor. i feel him pull my legs into stirrups, hands running up my thighs as he secures them, my knees bent. he pushes my hospital gown up past my stomach next, leaving my pussy exposed to the cool sterile air. a bright light flicks on, shining at my cunt. i’m practically a glory hole like this. i try to shift, but the procedure has already started. gloved fingers press against my cock, and i barely manage to suppress a gasp. he’s walking me through the process, fingers poking carelessly against my sensitive clit as he says something about healthy clitoral stimulation. suddenly im grateful for the curtain, humiliated at how worked up i am from such a routine gynecologist exam. i bite back another whimper.

his fingers dip lower, rubbing two along my entrance. he braces me on examining my vaginal canal, warns me it might be a bit of a stretch, barely giving me time to prepare before he shoves to fingers into my hole. i’m fighting to hold back moans as he pounds into me, his fingers moving expertly to find my g-spot and slamming into it, all the while grinding his thumb against my clit. its all i can do to stop myself from cumming right then and there, eyes squeezed tight, trying so, so hard to stay quiet, to not cum on my gynecologists fingers when im suddenly tipping over the edge, unable to suppress a breathy whine. but he doesn’t stop. i cum again and again and again on his hand until i’ve forgotten to be quiet entirely, until i’m begging him to stop, until i’m bucking into his hand, until there’s a puddle beneath me.

once he’s satisfied he takes my legs out of the stirrups and folds my gown back over my spent cunt, telling me something about booking another appointment, and help cleaning up with the nurses.

[birthwriting]

OVERDUE SURROGATE PART 1

(Surrogate mother, quads, 43 weeks overdue, ready to pop, home birth, water birth, all fours, long labor and birth, in!!st, filming, too big head)

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When you introduced me to your new girlfriend, I was a little angry that you forgot my mother's memory. And also because I wouldn't be the only woman in your life anymore. But then I got used to it and it wasn't so bad. She was nice to me, and then when you told me you were getting married, I was happy for you. But then it soon turned out that she couldn't get pregnant, even though you both wanted babies. Then I agreed to carry a baby for you, but... I didn't expect quadruplets.

I didn't expect anyone to carry my daddy's babies to full term, but here I was, three weeks past my due date. I couldn't do anything without help, my body was almost ready to burst at any moment. I was on all fours naked on our living room floor, my breast pumps working nonstop. I had so much milk, it was like I had already given birth to your huge babies and needed to feed them. My belly was pressed against the carpet, hanging and sticking out all over the place. I felt like a terribly pregnant cow. I was panting heavily and I could feel your babies writhing in my huge belly, as if they never wanted to come out. My teenage body was stuck pregnant forever. I had given up hope that I would finally go into labor.

One camera was always facing my pussy, trying to capture the perfect moment when my water finally broke. The other two cameras were filming my very heavily pregnant body. Your wife, Katie, slowly crawled behind me and spread my thighs a little wider. My pussy was very swollen and a little red. She placed her hand above my pussy, on the bottom of my belly, and gently rubbed it. "It's okay, sweetie, I'll check the babies in a moment." She whispered to me soothingly, while continuing to rub. Katie always had to touch my belly. Meanwhile, you knelt next to me and rubbed my protruding belly on the onw side slowly, with reverence. You couldn't wait to finally be a father, and the proud father of quadruplets. I couldn't believe that I was going to give birth to my children and siblings at the same time...

Katie hooked up the ultrasound to a monitor and put some gel just above my pussy. One of the babies was already very low down, I was having a hard time walking because of the head and the pressure. Then she smeared it with the ultrasound and started examining the baby. "Baby A is fine, she's probably about 15 lbs." Katie announced with a big smile on her face. "She's head down, she probably won't be long before she starts coming out." Her hand rubbed my thigh soothingly and she looked at the huge baby on the monitor in awe. She was a little jealous that she didn't get to experience this, but she loved rubbing my belly and watching me get bigger and bigger. Then she moved on to the next baby and looked at him closely. "Baby B is also 15 lbs, he's a big boy. They barely have room to move around, they're all in separate amniotic sacs. Your womb must be full of amniotic fluid, sweetie."

Then your wife looked up at you. "We need to turn her over so I can't see the other babies." Katie said, and when you nodded, the two of you turned me over onto my back. My huge belly was pointing up at the sky with its gigantic form, it was too massive. You leaned into my neck to kiss it and whispered softly. "It's okay, baby girl. The babies will come out soon." Meanwhile, one of your hands reached under one of my thighs to pull it up, spreading me wide so Katie could fit in more comfortably. "You do a great job with your daddy's babies, you're so good." You continued to whisper to me. "I love you, daddy" I replied tiredly, panting, the full weight of the quadruplets weighing on me.

Katie pushed the doppler to the right of my protruding belly button to check on the third baby. "Another huge baby boy.. a 16 lbs. He looks perfectly healthy." She giggled and looked up at you proudly. To find the last baby, she had to run the ultrasound all the way to the top of my belly. "And the big girl of the litter.. an 18 lbs beauty." She giggled and turned off the machine, then handed you some paper towels. I could see the pleasure on your face as you wiped my huge belly and I kissed your cheek. Katie grabbed her phone and started videotaping me. "This is our baby girl, Vicky, our young surrogate." She reached out and patted my belly, then started rubbing it in circles. "43 weeks pregnant with quadruplets, they're huge and if they don't come soon they'll be too big to fit in her tight pussy. We have two 15lbs babies, one 16lbs and one 18lbs. This little girl has some big challenges ahead of her and here's the one who caused it." She raised her phone camera and grinned at you, then moved closer to my belly so you could see the strong kicks under my skin. I sighed heavily and moaned softly, feeling you rub my navel, then reaching under my belly and rubbing my low belly.

Not long after, you helped me walk a few laps around the living room. You held one hand on my huge belly and rubbed it soothingly, while the other held my waist. "Careful, baby girl, just at your pace" You whispered in my ear and slowly rubbed my belly, you were very hard because of my condition. "It's so heavy daddy" I moaned loudly and held on to your shoulder. The first baby was putting so much pressure on me, every step was almost painful. "Your babies are too heavy" I complained again. You continued to gently rub my huge belly and guide my steps. You knew full well that I must be going into labor. "Shhh, sweetie. Katie and I are here to help. You're amazing at carrying your siblings.." You slowly walked behind me and reached under my belly. You didn't lift it up, you just rubbed my lower belly and let me lean against your chest. I reached back and grabbed your neck, letting you to rock my body. "Huh... huh..." I tried to take deep breaths, but I was panting a lot.

Katie came over to me and stood facing me, her hands sliding over the top of my huge belly and slowly rubbing it. "You'll definitely be in labor soon, sweetie. Don't worry. These huge babies will definitely come out soon." She tried to comfort me, her stepdaughter then gave me a kiss on the forehead. She took off my breast pumps and then took me to the kitchen so she could pour it into a bottle. Meanwhile, milk was continuously flowing from my breasts, running down my belly onto the floor. I felt you grab one of my breasts and slowly rub it, and with your other hand, you rub the milk into my belly. "Oh daddy" I moaned sweetly and innocently, my head falling back against your strong chest. You smiled widely and kissed my lips as you slowly continued.

In the evening I was sitting on your lap on the couch, my breast pumps working again. My legs were spread apart, hooked into yours. But my huge belly hung between them. Katie knelt in front of me and stroked my belly with you, another day passed without me starting to go into labor and there was still almost no sign of it. The cameras recorded every intimate moment, Katie was very insistent on this. "I can't take it anymore.." I sighed heavily. "My back hurts so much too.." Then I felt your hand immediately slide over and you slowly rubbed it. "Just hold on a little longer, baby girl, you've carried my babies so beautifully so far." You kissed my ear gently. Katie bent down and started kissing my belly, then continued rubbing. "Would you like to go for a walk again? Maybe we could go out into the garden, maybe the fresh air will entice the babies out..."

You two supported me naked out into the garden, it was quite dark, so you brought a flashlight with you and illuminated my lower body, while your wife brought the doppler and her phone. She was filming me again. "Our pregnant mama cow can't really take it anymore, she needs to move. The calves will finally arrive soon." She told me teasingly, teasing me and my huge body. I was just panting very hard and leaning on your arms, every step I took was so difficult. Then the next moment a very strong contraction hit me, I screamed and clung to your shoulders. "Baby girl, are you okay?" You asked immediately and supported me with your strong arms so that I wouldn't fall. Katie also rushed over and when you shone the light between my legs again, my water suddenly broke, a lot of it was dripping down my legs and my stepmother managed to record it. "Oh, Vicky! You've finally started going into labor! We're so proud of you." She started rubbing my waist gently. "My belly hurts so much." I panted and you started feeling my belly, it was rock hard, much harder than before. "It's okay, baby girl, take a deep breath. These babies are going to be born soon." You looked into my eyes and continued to stroke my belly. "We're going to have to get her into a position where she can give birth," Katie said and she rubbed my bump too.

The next moment I found myself on all fours in the grass, your wife pressing the doppler against my heavy belly and monitoring the heartbeat of the first baby. Until then, you had been helping me through my very hard contractions. I moaned loudly and screamed when I had to, I didn't hold back. The only thing you could use to light me was the flashlight, Katie had her phone pointed completely at my pussy. "The baby is ready, sweetie, it all depends on how fast you dilate" She said and kissed the side of my stomach. "Now... how far am I now?" I asked hopefully. You leaned over and stroked my swollen pussy, then pressed your finger in lightly. "You're still very dilated, Vicky. We still have a lot of time, and these are your first babies.." You said, then sat down opposite me and let my body sag, I immediately wrapped my arms around your neck and let you rock. I cried with the rough contractions, although it helped when you rubbed my pussy. And Katie watched the baby to make sure everything was okay. It was dawn when I started to dilate, I was already eight centimeters. She slowly helped me dilate my tiny pussy with her fingers, with some circular movements, rubbing. "You're doing great, sweetie" You whispered in my ear. "Your young body is ready to push out my first baby. You're good." I felt your hand on my stomach again and I looked at you with sparkling eyes, breathing hard, tired. "I love you so much daddy... I need both of you.." I screamed with another contraction and lowered my head, pressing it against the ground.

"Daddy I have to push" I moaned in pain, suffering and clenched my hands into fists. "Good girl, you're ready, push hard!" You said smiling and started rubbing my belly. At first I started pushing as hard as I could. My belly pressed against the ground and the night air caressed my pussy. At first the pushes seemed so hopeless, there was no progress. I was panting tired and my body was sweating, my milk was flowing because my breast pumps were full and none of you wanted to go back to the house because then you would have missed part of my birth. You illuminated between my legs with your free hand, and Katie followed the baby closely. "I feel.. I feel it sliding down" I moaned after about four hours. I started pushing again, panting, at that time my pussy opened very slightly. From there it opened wider and wider, and I screamed in pain every time. Your wife opened my pussy so she could see the baby, the dark haired head was already faintly visible. "Good girl" She patted my ass. "The baby is coming slowly." It took many more hours.. I tried to push with all my might. After about two hours, the tip of the baby's head pushed out of my pussy, then slowly the rest of his head followed. "Arrghh... huh... huh...mhhhmm" I moaned and one of my hands had to rest on my lumpy bump. I pushed long and hard, but the process was so slow through my tight pussy. My stepmom took lots of pictures while she was videotaping it, while you had to rub my swollen pussy. With the next push, the baby's forehead became visible. "You need to spread your legs more" You noted, then you grabbed my thighs and spread them apart more. Katie finally put the doppler aside and focused on the first baby's huge head.

"Daddy this...this burns!" I screamed as the baby's forehead started to protrude from between my pussy, it had to expand more and more, I felt like I was about to burst. I dug my nails into the ground and felt you pull my thighs wider than before. "This head is huge!" Katie exclaimed in shock. I lowered my head, panting, when the contraction passed. I felt the many other babies writhing inside me. You took a deep breath and rubbed the side of my belly. "Just keep pushing with the next contraction, babe. It'll be okay." You patted the side of my belly and tried to encourage me. I nodded in pain. I didn't have to wait any longer, the next contraction was coming soon... "Aarrrgh!" I screamed in despair and the huge head forced my pussy to stretch even wider. Your wife couldn't hold her hand back and started rubbing the baby's head. "Good girl, push, push harder!" She ordered me. "I'm tearing apart!" I cried out in despair. She felt me ​​crown the head now, it was very painful and too big for my teen pussy. I had to keep my legs almost horizontal. It was already light when I held it here, this much progress I had made all night. You could almost hear my pussy stretching. Then suddenly the huge head popped out, a lot of water squirting out of my pussy with it. "Nice job!" You patted my ass and patted me. "Only the shoulders are left." You fondly stroked your baby's huge head, you simply couldn't believe your eyes. "It won't.. it won't work. I can't take it." I panted tiredly, I could hardly move. Your wife took a picture of the first baby's head sticking out of me. "But you still have three heads to push out, sweetie." She chuckled and started rubbing the side of my stomach.

Over the next few hours, my contractions seemed to intensify, but the process didn’t progress. The huge head just stuck out of my pussy, but I couldn’t push my shoulders out no matter how hard I tried. Katie shook her head and looked at you. “The baby’s stuck.” She sighed. “Maybe changing positions would help her. Go to the pool, see if the water relaxes her muscles.” You suggested. With the help of the two of you, I got up from the ground and had to keep my legs wide apart. “You can’t close your thighs!” You warned me and I nodded in pain. My huge belly bounced with my movement as you started to lead me to the outdoor pool, there was one inside. “You look incredibly sexy with that huge head between your legs!” Your wife grinned. Meanwhile, she went back into the house, got out the ultrasound and a clean towel. Then she placed the cameras around the pool, and one waterproof camera was placed at the bottom of the pool. You were grinning at me as I waddled with the big head. I was very slow and my huge breasts were constantly leaking milk, everything was completely milky... I was panting heavily and trying to rub my bump.

I was sitting on your lap in the pool, you had my legs spread wide, so wide that it almost hurt. My bottom was pressed against your manhood. The cool water soothed my aching, swollen pussy a little. Although I still couldn't see anything of the baby's head. Katie set up the cameras so that she could now record the rest of my labor in a more professional way. Then she climbed into the pool and stood between my legs. She gently stroked the inside of my thigh. "You have to push this baby out. Next time, take a deep breath and push as hard as you can." She made sure once again that the underwater camera was filming my vagina perfectly, then she started rubbing my belly.

The next contraction I honestly tried to push as hard as I could, but I still couldn't push the baby's shoulders out. I grabbed your hands and squeezed them as I pushed. My thighs were shaking so much, as was my pussy. "I'm going to burst! It hurts too much!" I screamed in despair and it didn't help that you both were stroking my belly. I spent hours in agony before my shoulders finally popped out at noon. Katie didn't hesitate for a moment, she grabbed the baby and pulled him out of my tight pussy. Even in the water you could see how much amniotic fluid was coming out again. She laid the baby on my chest, who was crying loudly, and I hugged her tightly. My body was shaking from exhaustion, but I hugged my first baby tightly. "You did it, good girl." You praised me and looked at the baby with teary eyes. She was a very large overdue baby. We wrapped the towel around her and I gently stroked her body. I cried too, it was such a beautiful moment. Meanwhile, Katie took the ultrasound and started looking at baby B... She took a deep breath. "The next baby is completely breech."