I lay him down on his side in the nest of towels while he wails, laboring hard on his first litter. My own litter is straining to be born, and I’m sure I’m about to start pushing.
“Lift your leg, baby,” I tell him.
He just moans.
“You need to start pushing,” I say.
“I can’t,” he whimpers. “I don’t know if I can whelp. I can’t, I can’t…oh…oh! Oh god!” He curls around his taut belly and whines as his body forces him to push.
I sit down at his ass and lift his leg myself, and prop the crook of his knee across my own knee. I pull his tucked tail from between his slick thighs and reveal his throbbing cunt. Then I spread my other knee wide to open my pelvis. I’m ready. He’s ready.
His body heaves on its first-ever pup. “Ow, ow, owwww, it hurts! Is it coming out?”
Of course it isn’t. I rub his hip. “Not yet, baby. You’re going to have to work harder than that. Push.”
His tail stands to attention as he puts in the work of a long, hard push, his eyes squeezed closed.
“Good boy,” I say. “That’s a good boy. You’re a natural.”
His contraction must end, because he stops pushing and starts panting. “Are, are you pushing?” he asks.
“Not yet.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Every time.”
“I think I need to push…I, I need to push! Oh! Ohhhhh!”
His pussy begins to bulge, but his slit is still closed. When he lets up the pressure, the bulge recedes. He cranes his neck to try to see between his legs.
“It’s stuck! It’s not coming out!”
“It’s coming,” I say. “You’re making prog—“ I gasp as my first pup begins to squeeze through my cervix. “Oh!”
“Are you whelping?” he asks.
It hurts too badly for me to answer, other than to tuck in my chin and push.
“You’re pushing! You’re—ohhhh.” And he lays back down as a contraction takes over his body and he has to push. His cunt bulges out, and when he lets up, it only recedes partway.
With my first full push, my pup fills my birth canal and my pussy bulges.
“Can I watch you whelp?” he asks, his eyes large and curious.
I nod and shift onto my hands and knees in the blanket nest, my cunt facing him. In the new position I have to lift my tail high as the next contraction barrels through me. I moan and push. The burn begins.
“Oh, oh! Ohhhhhh!” I moan.
I can hear the eagerness in his voice. “You’re crowning! Oh my god, you’re crowning!”
The stretch continues—wider, wider. I stop pushing but keep a steady pressure on the pup while I pant. He whimpers, and I look over my shoulder to see him propped up on his elbows, his back against the edge of the towel nest, his knees spread wide and his eyes squeezed shut while he pushes. His slit begins to open.
“Good boy,” I gasp between pants. “Open your eyes, baby. I’m about to whelp.”
He opens his glassy eyes, agony written all over his face. I feel the head sliding out. I dip my hips low and give a heave and whelp my first pup onto the towels between his feet.
“You whelped,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I can do this…”
I turn around, my body quivering with effort, and hold out my hand. He grips it with a strength I did not know he possessed, and pushes.
His pussy bulges fully out and his slit opens. He lays his head back against the nest and howls. His firstborn pup begins to crown, his first crowning of many—both tonight and over the course of his budding life as a breeding wolf. His belly strains and his legs begin to shake.
I squeeze his hand. “Push, baby. I know it hurts, I know, he put some big pups in you.”
The pup parts his lips wider and wider until his pussy is stretched tight in a perfect O. It stays that way for a moment…several moments…his howls of pain continue. Then suddenly the head pops free and he curls over his belly. His howl fades to rough panting.
I squeeze his hand. “Good boy, the head is out.”
“It hurts,” he whimpers. “I don’t know if I can do it.”
“One more push,” I say. “You’re about to whelp.”
“My first pup…” he says. “Help me?”
I shake my head. “You should whelp your first pup on your own.”
He changes tactics. “Hold me?”
I move to sit down beside him, but halfway there I feel an urge and I pause to push. “Ow…ow, ow, ow!”
“You’re pushing?” he says. “Push! Push!”
“Oh baby,” I moan, to him and to the pup pulling me apart. “It hurts, it hurts!”
His eyes are fixed under my belly, between my legs. “It’s coming out—it’s coming! Push!”
“Ohhhhhhhhh,” I groan. “I’m crowning! Fuck!” The head bursts out of me and I exhale. “Fuck…”
I maneuver carefully, mindful of the head of my pup dangling from my hole, and sit down beside him in the nest. I put my arm around his shoulder. He leans into me and holds my other hand.
“I think I have to push,” he says. His voice is tight with anxiety.
“Don’t fight it,” I say. “Let’s whelp together.”
He nods, his eyes fixed on the top of his belly.
“Ready? Push.”
Both our bellies heave as we bear down, arms twined together. Three seconds of strained moans…five…ten. He gasps.
I hear his pup squelch out of him, followed by a rush of fluids. At the same moment my own pup drops out of me into the waiting towels. He clings to me, quivering.
“Oh my god. I whelped. I whelped! It came out!”
He sits up to look at his firstborn pup, but a moment later he’s back in my arms, pushing on his second. I’m pushing too; our laboring moans mingle together.
A few hours later our alpha finds us asleep in the nest, curled up around a double litter of pups. It’s hard to say whose is whose—but no matter. They’re half-siblings anyway.
A commission for @fleshkink who gave me the super fun prompt of a trans guy going through a rapid pregnancy and giving birth to triplets. This is also posted on AO3 and I'll have the link for that in my pinned post on my blog.
If anyone enjoys this and is able to, tips are hella appreciated since money is super tight right now or if you'd like to commission me go ahead and send a DM and we can work things out!
The Rule of Three
Word Count: 2.2k
Characters Used: Kieran (transmasc OC) & Max (cis-male OC)
WARNINGS: rapid pregnancy, triplet birth, trans character giving birth, orgasmic birth. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.
If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"Um..." Kieran mumbled into the phone, all words suddenly out of reach as he scoured his brain to find a way to tell his husband what was happening. "So... you - uh - you know how I suggested trying a - um - a fertility spell?" he stammered, staring down at his steadily growing stomach as it continued to swell.
"Yeah, I remember," Max said, suspicion clear in his tone. "I also remember us agreeing that those were too unpredictable and not worth the risk," he added.
Kieran sucked in a sharp breath as a baby landed a kick right to his ribs before he was able to respond. "Mmhmm, well... Maybe I decided to try one," he replied timidly, rubbing his free hand over his swollen stomach in an attempt to calm down the rapidly growing baby inside.
"Kieran."
The way Max growled his name said everything and, honestly, Kieran couldn't blame his husband for being upset. They had agreed not to use magic to conceive which is exactly what Kieran did.
"Yeah, um, so I think we're going to be parents a lot sooner than we expected," Kieran mumbled, he already looked like he was overdue with a huge baby (or two) and he assumed it couldn't be long before labor started.
"What do you mean by 'a lot sooner'?" Max questioned, apprehension clear in his voice.
A small, involuntary whimper left Kieran's throat as his whole midsection tensed, the cramp wrapping around his back and thighs. "T-Today? Maybe?" he answered tightly, having no idea if the labor would progress just as quickly.
"Today?! Shit, Kieran, I - fucking hell - I've gotta go. Love you."
Click.
For a few long moments, Kieran just sat there on the couch trying to process everything that just happened. Honestly, the only thing keeping him from completely losing it being the quick 'love you' that Max added before hanging up.
"Ah!" Kieran gasped as a gush of fluid left him, soaking his underwear and the couch cushion underneath him. "Okay, okay, okay," he mumbled to himself, taking a couple of deep breaths in a feeble attempt to calm himself before he tried to get up.
It was difficult with the sudden heavy weight of his stomach and it took Kieran several tries before he finally managed to stand up.
He managed to take a few slow, unsteady steps before another contraction stopped him. Luckily, they weren't too bad yet so he was able to breathe through it before continuing to waddle to the bathroom to clean himself up - resolutely ignoring the pressure growing between his hips.
It was all going so fast and Kieran was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was even pregnant already - let alone about to give birth.
And he had no idea what Max was doing - if he was going to come home early from work or not - but he had a feeling that calling him again wouldn't help things.
Kieran peeled his soaked briefs off of himself once he got to the bathroom before stripping off his T-shirt, which had rolled up a while ago to sit on top of his large, rounded stomach. Not even a minute after stripping down, Kieran found himself leaning against the sink counter as another - stronger - contraction started.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," he muttered through gritted teeth, the pressure between his hips slowly working its way down until it felt like a bowling ball had wedged itself into his pelvis.
There was just enough time between contractions for Kieran to start up the shower and step into the tub, but that one - along with the general added weight of his stomach - sent him to his knees.
This time he couldn't help but bear down a little against the increasingly intense pressure, a strangled groan coming from him that was equal parts pain and relief just from being able to push back against the pressure.
Reaching down with a shaking hand once the contraction was over, Kieran managed to slip two fingers into his vagina, wanting to see if he could figure out how dilated he was. Just the slight stretch of his fingers sent arousal burning through his veins, his cunt still sensitive from the night before along with all the different hormones coursing through his body right now. "Oh," he moaned, hole twitching and clenching around his fingers as the tips of them found his cervix.
It had to be something with the spell because Kieran was sure his cervix usually wasn't that intensely sensitive but right now? Fuck, Kieran almost couldn't keep his mind on track as he slowly spread his fingers.
Honestly unsure how to actually measure cervical dilation, Kieran could only guess that he had to be close to 10cm with how far apart he was able to spread his fingertips and the fact that he was almost certain he had brushed against the baby's head at one point.
Apparently, the pregnancy wasn't the only thing that was going to happen rapidly.
Kieran hardly pulled his fingers out of himself when his abdomen tensed again. "Oh God," he groaned, leaning forward against the edge of the tub and instinctively rocking his hips as the contraction built.
Again, he couldn't help but bear down as it got more intense and he swore he could feel a hard, heavy mass pressing against his cervix and forcing it to stretch even further. It was equally uncomfortable as it was oddly pleasurable and Kieran's head swam with the conflicting sensations.
That continued for a while, Kieran choosing to stay in the tub and let the warm shower water flow over his aching back as he worked through contraction after contraction.
It was all he could do, bearing down with each one and trying his best to ignore the heat flooding through his veins and the way his big, swollen clit throbbed between his legs every time.
There was no telling how much time had passed before Kieran, in the middle of a contraction, realized the pressure was moving lower and his cunt felt like it was filled to its limits by the time the contraction was over. "Fuck, oh fuck - it's coming," he whimpered to himself as another contraction started almost immediately after.
As he pushed, panting and moaning and grunting, he could feel his labia bulge and start to part. Everything hyper-sensitive in both the best and worst ways, clit throbbing as the skin under and around it pulled taught.
"Oh, oh, ohhhh - Ah!" Kieran cried out as all the sensations became too much all at once and he was pushed over into what had to be the best orgasm he's ever had. "OhmyGod, o-oh, oh God, ahh, fuckfuckfuck," Kieran whined, hips moving in small circles as he panted and cursed because fuck the baby was at a full crown and it was the best thing he has ever felt in his life.
That had to be thanks to the spell but by now Kieran wasn't really complaining about being stuck in orgasmic bliss as he goes through what is usually one of the most painful things a person can.
The sound of the front door opening broke him partially out of it, realizing that Max must have come home.
"Max!" Kieran cried out, sitting up carefully on his heels and gasping as the baby's head slid out just a tiny bit more from the movement. "Ohhh," he moaned as his stomach tightened in a contraction. "Max!" he shouted again, words strangled as he had no choice but to push, "Max, it's coming! It - Ahh!"
Kieran nearly screamed as the rest of the head popped out all at once, a gush of fluid and immense release of pressure coming with it that sent Kieran into a second, even more intense, orgasm which left him writhing and shaking until Max came in.
"Holy fucking Hell, Kie," Max's gruff voice exclaimed as he quickly knelt to the floor in front of Kieran. "Shit - lean back, babe, I can't see anything like this."
Unable to reply, Kieran just carefully leaned back against the other side of the tub. The change of angle made it so Max could see everything going on between his spread thighs, the baby slowly turning in preparation for the shoulders to come out.
"Okay - okayokayokay - M-Max, catch - catch it," Kieran stammered out as he felt one last contraction start, gritting his teeth and pushing as hard as he could.
Max was saying something to hm but Kieran barely heard him as his clit twitched and throbbed hard in response to the first shoulder making its way through.
All Kieran could do after that was sob through the rest of the contraction as his whole body pulsed with pleasure. He barely even realized when the baby slid the rest of the way out into Max's hands with another gush of fluid.
Panting hard as he came down from it all, Kieran collapsed against the tub and worked on catching his breath.
Once he managed to open his eyes a few seconds later, he found Max holding the newborn as it started to squirm and cry.
"Hey there," Max mumbled to the baby before grey eyes flicked up to look at Kieran. "Here, you hold her and I'll round up some supplies to deal with the rest of this," he said as he leaned over to put the fussing baby in Kieran's arms.
That's when it fully hit Kieran that holy fuck - he just gave birth despite not having even been pregnant yesterday.
It was the most surreal, unbelievable thing Kieran has ever experienced and he knew he and Max would have some things to talk about but, in the moment, Kieran couldn't stop smiling as he gently cooed at the infant to calm her down.
By the time Max had come back, cut the umbilical cord, and helped clean off and bundle up the infant, Kieran was starting to feel some cramps starting up again.
He could only assume it was the afterbirth even though his stomach was still quite swollen.
"Oh," Kieran whined, rocking his hips a little as pressure started to build. "H-Hey, Max," he muttered, grunting softly as his body instinctually gave a small push and that pressure increased tenfold. "Fuck," Kieran gritted out, unable to help but bear down against it and feeling the undeniable sensation of something big moving slowly through his cervix.
"What's wrong, Kie?" Max asked, taking his eyes off of their daughter to look over at Kieran again.
Panting as the contraction ended, Kieran looked down at his stomach and back up at Max. "I-I think... there's another - um - baby," he stammered. "Can you look?"
"Are you serious? Fuck," Max swore, "Hold on. Let me figure out where to put the kid down."
"Kay," Kieran squeaked out as another contraction began and he was forced to push whether he wanted to or not.
It was such a strange sensation, too. His cunt unbelievably sore from the first baby but still so intensely sensitive. It felt just as good as it hurt when he pushed.
At least until his abused labia started to bulge out and Kieran lost his momentum with the sudden burn. "Ahh!" he cried out, a hand flying between his thighs to press against his lips and hole. "M-Max," he whimpered shakily, panting and grunting as he gave a series of smaller pushes to try to make the stretch more manageable. "O-Oh God, Max, i-it's coming," he sobbed, lips bulging out more and more with each little push.
"I know, Kie, just breathe, I-"
"N-No, it's - fuck - it's coming now," Kieran managed to stammer as another contraction started and he was bearing down again with no hope to stop.
And fuck it was both the worst and best thing Kieran's ever felt, the intense burn of the head crowning coupled with Kieran subconsciously rubbing the heel of his hand against his throbbing, swollen clit.
There was no stopping it now, either, everything happening in mere seconds as the baby's head popped out and Kieran screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure as another orgasm washed over him even as the contraction continued.
"Max!" Kieran cried out, feeling the baby's shoulders stretching him and knowing it would only be seconds before the rest was born.
And Max was just a little too slow, Kieran barely managing to catch the second baby as it came out with a gush of fluid.
The couple sat in shocked silence - save for the two newborns fussing - for a few long moments while they came to terms with the fact that they suddenly had not only one surprise baby but two.
Anyway, that had to be all there was. Kieran’s stomach was still a bit swollen even after delivering the placenta but, despite the pregnancy happening all in one day, it would probably take a little while for Kieran’s body to recover and that was completely fine.
Except…
Kieran had just enough time to clean himself up, get into some comfy clothes, and have Max help him into bed to rest when his abdomen tightened in a very familiar way.
Max was in the other room with their two newest additions, trying to figure out how to get what they’d need for their surprise twins without having to leave Kieran alone in case something went wrong.
It was a good thing Max stuck around, too, when Kieran suddenly yelled for him.
By the time Max got into the bedroom, he was greeted with the sight of Kieran laying on his side, pants halfway off, and one leg pulled up to make way for the third baby that was starting to crown.
You always wanted a baby, and now you're going to have one. You don't exactly have a partner right now, but that isn't too hard to work around - find a few matches online on just the right days, beg them to cum inside you, and soon you'll have a pregnancy test with two lines on it.
You've made plans for a solo homebirth. It isn't what's usually recommended, especially for first babies, but you want to feel in control as much as you can during the birth, with no doctors interfering or nurses yelling in your ear. Besides, the people online said it wouldn't be that hard, so you should be fine, right? You've had this planned for months, carefully rehearsing to make sure you'll be able to do this without medical assistance, and eagerly awaiting the day you'll finally bring your baby into the world.
You let out a moan as you lean over the bed, feeling your belly tighten once again as you sway your hips. You've been busy most of the day gathering everything you'll need, getting your room set up just right. Most notably, you have a large standing mirror at the foot of the bed, so you can see every bit of your progress, and a camera tripod next to it, to record the footage for "later reference" (and, for all your internet friends who begged to see it). All the preparations have been a nice distraction, kept you busy while contractions came again and again, while you slowly dilated more and more.
The next contraction peaks, and you feel a sudden pressure deep in your hips. It comes on strong and sudden, much worse than you expected, and you want nothing more than to just give in as you settle into a deep squat, but you pant hard as you struggle to hold back. "Am- Nhhhh- Am I dilated?" It's almost more than you can handle, but you just about manage to hold back long enough to press two fingers inside yourself, to feel for your cervix and see that it's all the way open.
It's agony to wait, but you pull your fingers out of yourself, get a good grip on the side of the bed, and make sure you have a firm stance on the floor before you finally start to bear down. You let out a grunt of effort, sagging just a little at the relief as you let yourself give in to the pressure. The head moves down a little with that contraction, a little more with the next, and a little more with the one after that. It's not fast progress, by any means, but it is steady, aided by gravity and your long, hard pushing. You know you need to push hard, to make sure this baby comes down fast, and the huge pressure of the head filling your hips does nothing to discourage you as you bear down again and again.
You stop short, mid-contraction, as you feel burning between your legs. "Haaaa- Up on the bed- Nnnnh- So I can see-" You struggle through the rest of the contraction, panting hard and waiting for your belly to release its grip so you can climb up. You let your legs fall wide open as you lay yourself back, giving you a perfect view of the mirror reflecting just a sliver of hair between your folds. You reach between your legs, and spread your lips in fascination. That's your baby! Right there! You have to push just a little more!
You pull your legs back with the next contraction, gritting your teeth through the burn as your lips stretch more and more the longer you hold the push. You keep your eyes fixed on the image in the mirror, willing your baby to come more, to come through that burning and meet you. The head recedes back inside you when the contraction ends, but you're not worried. You'll get to see your baby again the next time you push, bring them just a little bit closer to the world. For all that it'll hurt, you wait eagerly to feel that pressure, and pull your legs wide again when it finally comes. You feel the burn coming more and more as the head stretches your lips into a wide oval, but you don't let up. You can see your baby right there! You need to hold them- need it more than anything else. You bear down again as soon as the next contraction starts, forcing your labia to stretch wider and wider, almost desperately eager to see more of the head you're spent the last nine months creating inside you. You scream with the next contraction, even more with the one after that, but you don't let up with either of them. You push again and again and every bit of the burning, every bit of the terrible fire between your legs means you can see just that much more of your baby.
It hurts - it hurts so fucking much - you just want this head out of you, but you know you need to wait. "Slow, now. Take it slow now. Let it stretch a little." You cup a hand over the wide circle of head between your legs, brushing your fingers through the sparse hair. "Hi, baby. You're gonna need to stay there just a little longer, okay?" You do your best to be gentle with the next contraction, to push just enough to ease the head out a little more, but you know it's not going to last. Soon, you're pushing just a little harder than that, pressing back with your hand to help the head come slowly.
Soon after that, the dam breaks, and you're desperately trying to slow the head down as you feel fire catching between your legs. You push back on the head as much as you dare, but you can't stop yourself from bearing down with everything you have, forcing your baby down more and more as you stretch wider and wider. You can't take your eyes away from it, watching the head coming bit by bit no matter how much you scream, how much you cry out in pain, no matter how much you try to take it slow. Part of you is terrified at the sudden loss of control, at the unstoppable pain as the head forces you to stretch so wide so fast, but another part is ecstatic at seeing your baby come closer to being born, whatever it takes. You manage to regain a little bit of control with the next contraction, and a little more with the one after that, enough to slowly guide the head out of you, no matter how much your body begs you to just scream this head out right now.
"Okay- Take it real slow with the crown. Nice and careful-" You're so close. You give short little pushes between the contractions, guiding the head with both hands as you start to ease it forwards just a little more. "Okay- Okay- OH FUCK- FUCK-" You push, soft and short, and feel the head come forward just a little into your hands. Another, your lips part just a little more, fire on top of fire. A grunt of effort- More stretching, burning- The head comes so, so slowly into your hands- You feel yourself open- More- More- "HAAAAAAA- CROWN! THAT'S A CROWN! OHHHHHHH GODDDDDDDD-
You keep both your hands cupped over the head, struggling desperately to just pant your way through the terrible burning between your legs, to let the head just sit there while you breathe your way through all the pain. "Don't- AHHHH- Don't Push. FUCK- Just let it- GHHH- Just let it stretch you." You give everything you have to just pant through the pressure as you feel the huge head sitting between your lips, stretching you out more than you thought was possible. You throw back your head as you feel your body begging you to just bear down and get your baby out, feel your every instinct screaming at you to do whatever it takes to end the agony between your legs, but you just gasp, pant, struggle through the pressure, gritting your teeth as you fight your body's urges to give yourself time to stretch. Your breathing comes in ragged gasps as you keep your hands over the head, pressing against it as much as you can stand as you struggle to keep your baby in just a little longer. You barely manage to breathe your way through the endless pressure, feeling every bit of the ring of fire as the head pulls your lips so agonizingly tight, holding on for what feels like an eternity before you finally feel the contraction abate.
The pressure between your hips isn't exactly gone, but it is just about bearable as you lift up your head to look in the mirror. You let out an audible gasp as you finally get a good look between your legs. It hurts, hurts like nothing you've ever felt, but you can't stop your fascination from building as you catch sight of what you've fantasized about for literal years. You explore with shaky fingers, every part of you stretched, burning, pulled tight to the limit around your baby's enormous crown. You probe gingerly at your clit, stretched out so far to make room for the head, and groan in pleasure-pain as you feel the searing burn right where you're most sensitive. You trace your fingers around the head, feel your lips stretched, hot, tight as you grunt slightly at every bit of the unwanted touch. You suck in a breath as you start to work your finger beneath the stretched-tight skin to try to help yourself open up even more, but a fresh spasm of pain puts an end to that idea. You stare with fascination between your legs, delighting at the thought of the camera capturing every moment of this for posterity, and completely lose track of time in the fulfillment of your deepest, most fervent desire.
The pressure in your hips catches you by surprise. "Nnnn- Fuck- Not- Not with the contraction-" You start to pant again as you feel your belly gripping you tightly, as you fight to hold back the urge to bear down. It grows and grows, making you cry out at the growing pressure, cupping your hands over the head, making you cry out again as you put insitent force on the crown bulging out of you, fighting your every instinct to hold it in place against your body's overwhelming, desperate urges. You can feel your body pushing for you, but you keep your hands firmly in place, gritting your teeth as you fight your way through the endless burning, the unbearable pressure, as you give everything you have to keep your baby inside just a little longer. It's far, far too much - every cell in your body is screaming at you to pull your hands away and just let your baby out - but you hold back. It's unbearable, holding your baby in like this, but it's also something you've gotten off to more times than you can count. Slick fingers late at night, working desperately at your clit, the thought of a huge head crowning between your legs, held fast while you push and beg and struggle, while you're stuck stretched open at your widest point, screaming your way through the endless, terrible burning with no end in sight. Feeling it happen for real is so much more than you can handle, but it also fuels a part of you that wants to stay stuck like this for hours on end, that helps you hold on through the worst parts of your labor, that gives you the strength to hold your hands over the head, screaming your way through everything your body can throw at you until the pressure in your hips finally fades once again.
"Okay- Oh god- Oh my god-" You pull your hands away, and take one more look at the crown between your legs. The thought flashes through your mind to let the head stay just like this, to hold it in through the next contraction, and the next, to just keep going as long as you can stand it, but you know you're not going to be able to hold back through more pressure like that. "Okay- Nnnnh- Little pushes- Ahhh- Ease that head out-" You give short, soft grunts between the contractions, feeling the head inching its way out of you just a little bit at a time into your cupped hands. "AHHH- Okay, okay- Little more- NHHHHH-" You give one final effort, and jump slightly as you feel the last of the head slide out of you.
"Hi! Hi, baby!" You can't think of any words beyond that as you cup the head in your hand. That's your baby, right there between your legs! It didn't feel real before, but it certainly does now. You feel around the neck for the umbilical cord, groaning just a little at the pressure of your fingers against your sore lips. It hurts, of course, but it's heaven compared to the burning pain of the full crown. "Okay- Nnnnh- Here we go-" You feel your baby starting to rotate inside you as the next contraction builds.
The pressure grows as you wait just a little longer, letting your baby rotate all the way before you give in one last time. You spread your legs as wide as they'll go, curling around your belly as you cup the head in both hands. You bear down with everything you have, silent and fierce as you will your baby to come to you, for the shoulders to stretch you just a little more so your baby can come out. You don't feel any movement but you don't let that stop you, pushing as hard as you can into the burning between your legs. The shoulders feel impossibly wide, stuck fast inside you, but you don't give up. You lean into that pressure, bear down with everything you have, scream out your effort for the world to hear, then scream again as you feel something shift, feel the head move down, the top shoulder stretching you more and more, then the same with the bottom as your baby pulls you so, so wide. One more push for the hips, one more cry at the sudden, burning pain between your legs and you pull your baby out of you, up onto your chest. You hear a full-throated cry, and, suddenly, nothing else matters.
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It's not very long at all before you're busy reviewing the footage you took. You can feel you're still sore from giving birth, but this is just too hot to let that stop you. Your fingers found your clit long ago, working feverishly to the sights and sounds of you pushing and struggling and stretching so, so wide. You feel your body seize up, and you let out a cry of pleasure at the sight of your hand holding the baby inside. You gasp as you come down from your orgasm. "Next time- Hold it even longer." You can already feel the plans forming for your next birth.
This started out as a request fill, but got away from me to the point that it does not answer the request anymore. Here it is anyways.
There may be a part 2 to this if it gets sufficient audience attention.
Hear me out. A pregnant yoga instructor that overdue but insists on coming to work. His coworker he’s having an affair with is getting off watching him struggle through class with his large belly and contractions. Can he hold it in until the class ends or will he end up pushing through his leggings in front of his class 👀
Simon groaned as he waddled up the steps. Their studio was on the third story of the building and each passing month it had become more and more difficult for the studio’s second instructor to climb the steps. He was heavy with a child, his belly protruding in front of him in a torpedo shape. He wasn’t quite sure how far along he was, since he had been fucking his coworker regularly this past year. He had no idea when the condom broke.
As he makes it to the studio, his breath is coming in fast puffs and he’s holding his belly from the bottom. It feels so low today.
John is setting up the speakers and mats, and Simon fails no notice the way he glances over at his direction every now and then. Simon is holding his heavy belly with both of his hands, face barely holding in the twinges of pain he’s experiencing somewhere deep inside him. His back feels stiff and his torpedo belly is so low it drags across his cock when he moves.
Still Simon manages to smile and welcome everyone to the class as they enter.
He can feel everyone’s eyes on him as he lowers himself onto the mat. People don’t hide their interest and worry as his large belly touches the soft surface between his legs. He smiles, and together John and Simon start the class.
About halfway through the class Simon grunts as a strong sharp pain jabs him in the back. He leans into the downward facing dog, his belly tightening between his legs. He bites his lip to stifle his moans.
There’s an uncomfortable pressure low in his belly. Maybe he needs to pee. He makes a joke about his baby pressing into his bladder and excuses himself to go to the toilet. As he sits down on the bowl, his belly cramps something fierce and there’s a trickle of water that seems neverending.
”Oh shit…. Hnnnngh…” he moans as he holds his belly for the couple of minutes the cramp lasts. His mind is racing.
Shit. Is he in labor? He groans as quiet as he can while he lowers back onto his mat. John can’t help but smirk in silent pleasure. Simon’s belly ripples with movement before it hardens again into a tight mass, and Simon is left speechless by the pain that suddenly seizes him. He’s on his knees, belly between his legs and as the contraction peaks, he can feel the pressure inside him mounting. Oh god he has to push. He has to push! He rubs his belly frantically, hissing in pain and moving his hips to ease the pressure. He can’t push now! He has to wait.
The baby inside him squirms as if trying to break free. He bites his lip, looking into the class, hoping no one has noticed anything. Only John glances at him, smiling.
”Ah…” Simon gasps as he moves his hips and his muscles twitch in pain. He tried to find a better position on his knees, but the motion has his spasming belly contract harder and he finds himself pushing. He grunts quietly but his mouth flies open in horror as his anus starts to open. It’s literally trying to come out!
Simon bites his lip and instructs everyone to finish the class with cat/cows. He moves to his hands and knees and bends his back upwards. Then he arches his back and tilts his head towards the crowd. They’re all looking at him.
His belly contracts again and his cock twitches as the baby presses against his prostate. With the next movement he can’t help but push. The mirror behind him reveals the growing bulge in his pants. Fluid is staining his yoga pants as the baby crowns.
There’s a gasp from the crowd. Someone has noticed. ”He’s giving birth!”
That’s it. No point in hiding it anymore. Simon moans in pain and pleasure as his anus stretches around the child’s head. His hips move up and down in the yoga pose and the contraction doesn’t let go.
He glances at John, who has stopped his movements to watch.
”Ohhhhh it’s coming out!” Simon moans as he pushes, his cock twotching in his tight pants. As his back arches once more, the head pops free. ”Ahhh!”
People in the class are either hurrying to come closer or scurrying to get away from the shameless portrayal of labor.
”Oh oh… the head is outttt….” Simon’s words turn to a grunt as he’s forced to push once again. People watch with dosgusted interest as the bulge in his pants grows, straining against the stretchy fabric.
”Gahhhh!” He bellows as finally the baby slips out of him into his pants and his cock erupts in an orgasm.
At the same time John moans next to him, having come in his pants watching his partner give birth.
Jacob knows as soon as he wakes to an empty bed that today is the day.
He gets up immediately, quickly finding his robe and slipper and going in search of his mate. They'd been preparing for weeks, ever since Thiago had mentioned he thought he may be pregnant. His belly had rounded out quickly, swelling full and heavy as the days passed.
Jacob checks the normal places the man had considered for their nest - the couch, the closet, the pantry. They've prepared all these places for delivery in case Thiago had chosen to labor there.
But each place is Thiago-less, despite there being evidence he had been there. The blankets on the couch are in disarray, a pile of clothing pulled from their hangers and made into a half-hearted attempt at a nest, and the portable nightlight theyd placed in the pantry was on.
There's one more place that Thiago could be, and Jacob isn't at all surprised to find him there.
He creeps into the laundry room quietly, careful not to disturb his lover as he shifts around in his nest of old blankets and clothing in the corner of the room.
A light sheen of sweat is glistening on his skin, his thick black hair tied back as he lays on his side, palming softly at his heavy belly. His eyes are heavily lidded, flicking up in Jacob's direction as he steps into the room.
Jacob tiptoes across the room, knowing good and well not to enter the nest without Thiago's permission. Instead, he settles on his knees outside the nest, watching in quiet trepidation as his mate lifts his head to look at him.
His eyes are still heavily lidded, a hazy look in his eyes that leads Jacob to believe that they might not have very long at all before he begins birthing. He pets gently at his hair, a hand slipping down to hold his side as Thiago scoots a little closer to him in the nest.
"Is it gonna be soon?" He asks softly, feeling their litter shifting low inside Thiago's heavy belly.
The doctor had said at least four, an average for Thiago by now. This was his sixth litter in as many years, and by this point they'd learned what to expect when the time came.
His waters haven't broken, that much is evident by the lack of mess in the nest, but the contractions are certainly close enough together for Jacob to assume he's in active labour by now.
Thiago nods shakily, shifting his hips in discomfort as something rolled under Jacob's hand, preparing for delivery. They were low in his belly, slotting up for the next part of this journey.
"They're low-" He murmurs, laying his head back down on the side of the nest and stretching his back out, "Any minute now, I think."
And indeed, as the words heave his mouth his sides draw tight, his stomach contracting harshly enough that its visible to both of them. Thiago closes his eyes, panting through his open mouth as his sides heave. Jacob feels the pressure begin to build, pulling at his partner from the inside as he continues to pant rapidly.
His legs stretch out, extended fully as the contraction peaks, his body stiffens. He grimaced suddenly, a grunt escaping him when something changed inside him.
Jacob immediately knows what just happened, especially when a moment later Thiago begins to arch his back, his leg instinctively bending and planting flat on the ground as the first of their litter began pressing its way down inside of him.
It gives Jacob the perfect view of his swollen pussy from this angle, the barest hint of a bulge beginning to form at the junction of his hips and pelvis.
Thiago spends the next few contractions in this position, leg held open as his belly heaves and tightens above it. The baby sinks lower and lower, the defined shape of the mass steadily bulging him out until it reaches his lips.
It sits there for a moment, looking so heavy and round inside of Thiago while the rest of the litter contine to make their way down. Thiago pants and whines, his thighs shaking and his breath coming in rapid puffs as his instincts begin to take over.
"Oh- it's right there." He grits out, teeth gnashing as he rocks his hips, thigh shaking from being held open.
Jacob nods, watching intently as Thiago squeezes his eyes shut and starts panting again, the bulge between his legs starting to come down low enough that its fully pressed against his slit.
The bulge looks big, his lips just barely managing to hold it back. Jacob wants to reach out and touch, but knows not to yet. Thiago will ask for help if he needs it, so Jacob sticks with stroking the heaving side of his pregnant belly and softly petting his hair, cooing soft affirmations to his laboring mate.
It's not long before he's grunting, shifting his legs apart even further and resting a hand on the side of his globe of a stomach that's spilling out heavily across the nest in front of him.
Thiago pants rapidly, still clutching at his belly with one hand when his back arches, and he draws up one leg so that his hips are open wide.
Jacob watches in amazement as his lips part, his bags of waters bulging from his slit in an amazing way that always humbles Jacob every single time he sees it.
"Oh god, my waters -" Thiago groans out as he tries to snake a hand around his heavy belly to feel his slick, open hole, "My waters are coming out!"
He can't quite reach around his heavy belly to feel, but for a split second, his fingers press against the bag that's now ruthlessly holding him open. He pushes against it, trying to release some of the pressure that's coming from being split open like he is.
"You're doing so good," Jacob murmurs softly to him when he relaxes slightly, "So good, baby, you're stretching so well for me."
Thiago only gives a soft flick of his ear to indicate hes heard Jacob, instead sinking back down against the edge of the nest and shifting and squirming to get himself comfortable.
Its a fools errand, and they both know it. For Thiago, there's no escaping the pressure and pain of birth until he's... well, birthed. But he does move around a good bit in between the contractions, pausing only to arch his back and push the bag of waters further out of him.
It's during one attempt to move that something changes once again.
Jacob has taken to sitting cross-legged outside the nest, just watching Thiago do his thing, when suddenly he all but spins around, crawling forward on all fours before flopping down roughly with his back to Jacob.
He draws his leg up again as hed done before, and Jacob watches with rapt attention as he begins to push. This time, the contraction seems to pull tighter, the muscles in his glute and back pulling tight as Thiago suddenly lets out a guttural moan and pushes desperately.
He lows desperately as his cunt stretched into a perfect O around the bulge that's now pushed out into the world. Thiago yowls as his waters spread him wide, his legs kicking and straightening as he bears down instinctively to get the baby out.
And then suddenly he manages to toss his hand behind him, slipping down between his legs and cupping his own waters. Thiago lets out a hiccupy groan as he wriggles his hips just slightly, then begins to push again.
He's only just beginning to bear down, his sides drawing in, when suddenly his bags burst in his hands, shooting out of him and spraying against his palm in an arch.
"Oh fuck, Jacob, the water broke! I'm about to-" He gasps and grunts, sides heaving as his cunt begins to bulge outward again- this time with the head of their baby, "I'm about to... oohhhhh!"
He flops back against the nest, still on his side as his legs go straight out when the head slots into place and begins to part his cunt.
Jacob sits up further, watching over Thiago's side as he shakes and cries out, the head rapidly slipping forward and then sinking back in when the man pauses to pant harshly.
Theres no time between contractions now; his mate sucks in a few rapid breaths then gives a few rapid pushes as the head continues to slide forward.
Its not until its well and truly splitting his cunt apart that Thiago begins to get a bit more desperate, twisting and kicking out his legs as it comes closer to crowning.
Jacob manages to scoot himself down to the side of the nest, settled between his mates' legs. He brings a hand up to push at the inside of Thiago's left leg, holding it and back.
He has another perfect view of his pussy like this, flushed and leaking as it spreads wide around the top of their baby's head.
It's incredible, Jacob thinks. Even after doing this so many times, it's amazing to see his mate birth their litters.
"Oh, love, you look so beautiful like this." Jacob whispers in revelry, his thumb stroking over the soft skin of his thigh, "Come on, push that baby out."
Thiago lets out a half sob, half moan as he grabs hold of the side of the nest, his fingers clawing at the fabric as he tucks his chin to his chest and bears down. The baby’s head pushes forward again, centimeter by centimeter slipping out until finally - finally - the head comes to its widest part.
"Ohhhmmmygodddd!" Thiago shrieks, throwing both hands down between his spread legs to cup the head, "It's crowning!"
His cunt is stretched so tight around the head that for a split second Jacob worries that he'll tear.
He never had before, and this baby wasn't any larger than they usually were, but there was just something about his lips clung to the curve, a perfect moon of dark hair keeping his mate wrenched open around it, that made a spark of worry in him.
"Easy, easy baby -" He hummed, pressing his hands overtop of Thiago's to cup the head, "Let it come."
"It's already coming!" Thiago cried balefuly, his hips pushing down into their entwined hands as his belly tightened again, "Oh god, l have to birth it!"
"Slow down, love, slow down." He crooned, pressing gently against Thiago's hands to keep the head from coming too quickly, "You don't want to tear."
Thiago sobs and nods shakily, his hands letting go of the head and going instead to his thighs. He grits his teeth and groans, feeling his body pushing despite his best efforts to stop it.
The head bulges even further against Jacob's hands, slipping out until the brow is exposed, and Thiago is writhing and groaning under him.
"Oh fuck, the baby is coming out -" Thiago groans as he bends his knee and draws his leg up again, "It's coming out! It's coming out of me!"
And indeed, it is coming out of him.
Stretching him open obscenely as more and more of the brow slips out, almost to the eyebrow. Thiago whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his breath rapid pants that make his whole belly heave.
It takes incredible focus not to press to harshly on the head, to keep the counterpressure light. It's even more difficult that Thiago's body isn't getting the no pushing message, powerful contractions all but shoving the head out of his cunt.
The eyes are out, Thiago's hips bucking against the pressure as he pants and sits up on his elbows to look at Jacob.
"I'm about to- fuck, I'm gonna birth the head!"
And then he's really pushing.
His thighs shake, hips jerking and tail rigid as he pushes again with a cry, and the head pops free from the catboy.
"Heads out -" Jacob tells him quickly, even though he knew that Thiago was already aware of that fact.
He doesn't answer anyway, too busy scrambling out of Jacob's hold again.
At some point, he decided that birthing this kit laying down was no longer an option because suddenly, he was up on all fours.
His back arches, shoving his pussy back into Jacob's hands so that he's holding the head in place, and then he bears down with a watery moan.
"Stretching- fuck, it's stretching my pussy!"
The head rotates so that its facing his thigh, and then Thiago dips his hips low as the shoulders bulge between his legs.
He shoves down hard once, twice, and then in the third wild, desperate push, one shoulder slips free.
Thiago falls forward onto his elbows, the second shoulder shoving its way out of him.
"Guhhhhhh! Here it comes!"
And suddenly, with a burst of fluid and the most ancient, gutteral sound that Jacob has ever heard, the baby is laying in the nest underneath Thiago.
"Oh! I pushed it out!" He gasped, scrambling to roll over onto his back, "Oh god, the baby is out of me, babe!"
Jacob scoops it up, finally slipping into the nest with his mate. The baby wails as soon as it's on its parent's chest, indignant and happy to let the world know.
"Good job, love," Jacob pressed a kiss to Thiago's sweaty forehead, "Catch your breath before the rest come."
Submission idea for you: A lesbian couple are both overdue, one with twins and the other with triplets and they are cam girls who do an erotic birth live stream. Also have some birth denial, kissing and very long labour for Both.
"We're Live!!!"
"C'mon guys, make her pop!" Lena said as she rubbed her fluid slick pussy with one hand and stroked her Wife's tight baby bump with the other.
Her wife, Tiana, was reclined all the way back into her gaming chair. Her entire body was shaking as the bluetooth vibrator rattled. Her large, egg shaped, stomach was constantly seizing as she flowed in and out of orgasm and pain. One hand gripped the top of the chair over her head and the other grasped her stiff, baby filled stomach.
"Oh god, it's coming! I'm gonna-Fuck!" Tiana's fingernails dug into her belly and her back arched. Her head rolled back as she felt the vibrator stimulate her harder and faster. A sharp pain suddenly coursed through her cervix and the base of her belly.
"YES YES YES YES, FUCK YES! MY WATERS! I'M CUMMING!"
A gush of fluid shot from her pussy, soaking her panties through. Tiana moaned enormously and her entire body kept shaking with the aftershock.
Had the chat been live, there would have been a chorus of hoots and hollers. Several thousand people had their messages
"You did such a good job, guys," Lena said to the chat while she pulled the vibrator out of her wife's pussy while planting a kiss on her beat red cheek. "And you're doing so well too, my love…"
"We should, ooh, compare bumps now that both of our bags have popped," Tiana murmured as she came down from her orgasm, her body finally settling from the shocks.
The pair got up in front of the camera. The chat immediately went wild seeing the side profiles of their laboring bellies. They'd been laboring nearly 30 hours and the stream was reaching the three hour point. The Audience could see just how much lower their fecund mounds have gotten.
Lena and Tiana were physically opposites aside from both of their bellies hanging lower than before.
Tiana was shorter, around 5'1" or 5'2" with equally short and curly hair, had an exceptionally round belly like she was holding an overgrown ostrich egg in her stomach, and she was slim from tits to thighs. Her belly was riddled with red stretch marks on her tan skin. The linea nigra was dark and defined through the middle of her fertile stomach. A lot of fans loved how big and tight her belly looked on her petite frame.
Lena was on the taller side, standing a whole foot above Tiana and a long ponytail to match her height. Her stomach pointed outward in the shape of a blimp and her belly button poked out like a pimple. However, at this stage of labor her belly was angled downward to the ground and lopsided. Even before labor, people thought her belly would fall off of her with each plodding step. Her dark brown skin was completely smooth without a stretch mark or linea in sight. Lena was muscular pre-pregnancy, and she hadn't lost that, but now there was a layer of soft fat over it.
Both of them loved their pregnant bodies and their fans loved them just as much.
"Just a reminder for anyone joining us right now, both of us are overdue and one of us is carrying twins and the other triplets!" Lena stroked her bump from the top to the very bottom. "Neither of us knows which though, but looking at how much Tia gushed I think it might be her with the triplets."
Tiana laughed. "If you guys saw the vlog of Lena's belly movements the other day you know she's more likely to have a 3rd in her belly."
Suddenly, Lena felt her low bump seize. Both of her hands shot to her unevenly shaped stomach. She could feel the first baby start to drop into her pelvis fully.
"Oh my God, the first baby already feels low," Lena moaned while rocking her hips. "I think we should take it slow for a bit. What do you think, babe?"
"Yeah. I think my first is getting low too, let's just chill for a second," Tiana said as she moved to the bed.
Lena adjusted the camera to give the best view of the two of them on the bed. Lena waddled back over to the bed and laid right next to Tiana.
The pair immediately kissed when they laid on their sides. Their lips and tongues passionately interlinked for the audience to see. Out of the corner of her eye, Tiana saw the chat filled with comments.
Tiana felt her tight belly somehow tighten further. The pain and pressure of the baby's head drilling into her cervix quickly turn into feelings of pleasure.
Lena whispered underneath Tiana's moan. "These contractions hurt more than I thought they would, but…"
"It feels so good doesn't it? So good that you want to savor it," Tiana whispered back, bringing her free hand to cup the side of Lena's face and pull her into another kiss.
"I didn't think I'd be able to do this with you and stay horny, " Lena laughed. "It's a dream come true."
The pair had swapped their eggs surgically and implanted before getting pregnant through IVF. It was originally planned for them to both have twins but the hospital made a mistake regarding the transfer and added a third egg to one of them.
The lovers just rolled with it and turned into spectacle. Bets on who was carrying the triplets were still coming in as their first babies came through.
For nearly an hour, the pair remained intertwined as they continued kissing each other on the bed, occasionally putting their lips to one of the other's tits and massaging the sensitive surface with their tongues. The viewers could see the sides of their bellies contract in unison. Each passing one got stronger and made the ladies moan into each other's mouths or tits. Their hands wouldn't leave the others bump for this time. They knew they were getting close.
Lena's mouth opened wide suddenly in the midst of their kissing. Her cervix suddenly started to stretch open during a contraction. The intense desire to push washed over her instantly.
"Ohhhhh fuck, baby number one is coming now, guys," Lena said.
Lena could feel her canal spread open as the baby traveled downward. Tiana suddenly jerked underneath Lena's hands.
"My god, it just coming through my cervix feels good," Tiana's fingers pressed into the underside of her drum tight bump.
The pair rotated off their sides and to their backs. Lena's torpedo belly lurched further downward as she bore down on her baby. The audience could see Tiana's tight globe contract around her womb. The couple pushed and moaned constantly for 15 minutes. The babies were moving fast. But Lena's was faster.
Her vagina slowly started to pull outward with the baby's head.
"Tiana, put your hand on my pussy," Lena said between labored breaths, "I want to give birth with you. At the same time."
Tiana understood immediately and put her hand over her crowning baby. "I'd want nothing more."
"I love you so fucking much," Lena cried has Tiana held her hand steady on her bulging labia and rubbed her pulsing clit.
Lena's body lurched as progress forcefully halted. Tiana's touch and the sustained crown made her edge closer to orgasm. Her back arched her huge, pointed belly into the air. Her voice echoed sensually in a constant chorus.
"Holy shit, I'm crowning nooooooow!" Tiana threw her head back as her slit finally started to bulge. Her fingers kept steady on Lena's swollen and crowning pussy until she reached the same point as her.
"FUCK! I'M CUMMING!" Lena screamed.
Tiana removed her hand and the heads popped out simultaneously. Both ladies' thighs shook with orgasm as the babies continued to move their shoulders through their mother's lips.
"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH," they both howled in unison with their wide open pussies shown to thousands.
Fluid gushed out of them as the babies slid into their palms. The chat went crazy at the sight. Two baby boys settled in the couple's arms.
"Holy shit, we did it…" Lena stared down at her baby.
Tiana was just as enamored at the sight of her own baby. "That felt so good, but holding just one of them here now is better," she said
The pair rubbed the backs of their newborns until they started to cry. They had a medical kit ready for this and quickly tied and clipped the cords, then swaddled up their babies so they could go back to the show.
Their second babies didn't wait long to start their descent. They could both feel their birth worn cervix's begin to spread anew.
"Let's get into different positions for the second ones," Tiana said.
Lena nodded in agreement.
Tiana got into a squat on the bed and Lena stood up to lean on the edge of it with her ass and pussy pointed towards the camera. The weight of her belly hanging down made her back arch a bit.
Lena's second baby was bigger in her canal and took just a bit longer to get it to crown. Tiana's however, was quickly spreading her tight canal and forcing her small pussy open. Squatting made gravity force it further down.
"Hold my second in until you crown," Tiana cried out as her baby started to crown. Her tight belly trembled with effort. Her taut belly began to take on a shade of red as a thin veil of sweat started to cover it. To any onlooker it would look painful to carry on such a lithe body, but she felt even more euphoric as her body labored harder after first.
Lena, just like Tiana did with her earlier, placed her palm on her throbbing, subtly bulging slit and began rubbing her soaked clit furiously. Lena moaned as her big stomach lurched downward.
"Oh my god guys, it feels so fucking good!" She howled, her big 2nd baby slowly traveled down her canal.
She bore down with the contractions, one after the other, to get her baby to full crown. Tiana lent back on her hands to try and maintain her squatting position. Her stomach was tight in a constant vice from the crowning being restrained. Her mouth was wide as Lena's thumb massaged her sensitive clit.
"Fuuuuuuuck, the burn feels so goood, guys!" Tiana moaned. Her hips and back arched upward toward the ceiling until she was completely on all fours.
Lena soon felt her pussy begin to be pulled outward into the ring of fire. The big head pulled her labia apart into a wide ring. Moan and push. Moan and push. The cycle made her elongated stomach heave.
"Ooooooh here it comes!" Lena bawled up the covers in her hands and her toes curled. She let go of her hold on Tiana's baby.
Both of them, once again
Tiana's belly was completely deflated, a slight swell present on her abdomen that contracted slightly while she held her second baby. At the same time, Lena's still huge stomach contracted hard and a pressurized stream of fluid shot out of her vagina.
"Well, well, well. Look who was right," Tiana said with a laugh as she put a hand on the top of Lena's seizing belly.
"Birth feels so good that I'm glad I'm having the third," Lena said as she felt the third baby to enter her canal.
Tiana took care of the two baby girls and set them next to their siblings. Then Tiana led Lena to the gaming chair she was in when she popped her waters and sat her down. She pressed the vibrator on Lena's laboring slit. Lena pulled both her legs up to her chest and held them there with her arms.
"C'mon guys! Let's help her get this third one out," Tiana kissed Lena on the cheek and turned the vibrator on.
The sheer amount of donations made the vibrator activate at the strongest level. Lena nearly spasmed out of the chair with the stimulation.
"OH OH OH FUCK OHHHHHHHHHH!" Lena's belly contracted hard. Her stomach was incredibly solid under Tiana's palm. The third baby shot through her canal fast and pushed her lips out.
"You guys are making this feel so good!" Lena shouted.
"And you're doing so well my love," Tiana kissed her again and then on her pointed belly button.
The crown grew wider as the vibrator kept stimulating her pussy. Tiana moved the overactive vibrator to Lena's engorged and veiny tits once the bulge was too big. Contraction after contraction, orgasm after orgasm barreled through her like a train.
"The Baby is coming!" Lena shouted. Her pussy lips strained around the head, fluid spurted from the edges.
Tiana dropped the vibrator and moved to position to catch the baby.
"AUUUUUUUGHHHHH!" Lena howled and bucked her hips. The baby's head shot out of her along with the shoulders. Tiana quickly caught the baby, a girl, and brought it up to her wife's throbbing breasts.
The chat was filled with support and praise for Lena's feat of carrying and birthing triplets. The donations increased tenfold with the birth.
"I think we're going to do this again," Lena panted as she held her newborn daughter.
"For sure, but maybe a little after these 5 grow up a little," Tiana said with a laugh.
"And with that, we are ending the stream. We'll probably post the video of the after birth later," Lena patted her subtly contracting mound of a soft belly.
"Yup! See ya in a few weeks guys!" Tiana said as she turned off the stream camera.
One of my favorite things about birth is just the utter lack of control.
You can't control when the contractions begin, right in the middle of a terrible thunderstorm that's knocked out the power and the phone lines.
You can't control when they jump from fifteen to nine to seven to five minutes in an hour, the baby sinking lower and lower in your pelvis as you waddle your way around the house in candlelight.
You can't control when a contraction overtakes you right in the entryway to your house, causing you to grip desperately at the console table by the door and spread your legs wide, you're water breaking as you arch your back at the the release of pressure.
You can't control the grunts and gasps leaving your mouth as you waddle to your bedroom, urgently grabbing the phone only to let it clatter to the ground when a new contraction takes hold while the clear static of a dead line comes from the phone.
You can't control the way your belly drops over your lap, the baby sliding down inside you and making its way through your hips. It's coming fast. You had to be close to going into transition, and you had no way to contact anyone for help.
You can't control dropping into a squat, your hands clutching at the bedspread as you let your legs spread wide. "Oh god, " You gasp as your back arches and your belly contacts, "Oh god, I'm pushing!"
You can't control when your body begins pushing for you, the muscles tensing as the head drops through your cervix and begins to bulge out your lips from the sheer size of the baby making it's way through you.
You can't control the noises coming out of you as your lips spread into a teardrop shape, you're hand slipping from the sheets to cup at your bulging pussy. Your hand barely covers the mass that's emerging from you, and for a moment you feel dizzy with worry about how large the head is.
You can't control when the next contraction comes and you have to arch your back again, bearing down on the huge head as the teardrop shape opens even more into a wide, perfect O as the baby slides forward.
You can't control the fluids dripping and squiring out of you, spraying out around the head as you push harder and harder to get the baby out of you.
You can't control the visceral urge to narrate everything happening to you despite the fact that you're alone. "I- I'm stretching!" You cry as more of the head pushes into your hand, "Stretching so much! This baby is so big!" "Mhhh oh god, it's coming out!" You groan, your hand cupping the head as you birth it by the side of your bed, "It's coming out, its coming out of me!" "I'm crowning!" You can't help but scream when the head bursts into a full crown, filling your palm with its incredible weight, "Ooohhhhh I'm pushing it out! I'm giving birth right now!"
You can't control how you squat even lower as the baby's face begins to emerge, the eyebrows popping free with a gush of fluids. The rest of the face requires a bit more effort, the nose stretching you so thin you can feel it tugging behind your poor, abused clit. You rock your hips up and down, trying desperately to force the baby from you as if you're going to dribble it out like a basketball.
You can't control the cry of relief to let out when the head bursts free. "It's head is outtttt--" You moan as your pussy flutters for a brief second after being held open so wide for so long. Your legs shake, threatening to give out a you check for the cord.
You can't control the sound that you make when you look over your shoulder and see your reflection in the mirror. The way your legs are spread, thighs open wide and resting close to the ground as the baby's head hangs so heavily from your stretched pussy.
You can't control the desperate urge to just lay down and birth your baby, so you give in. One hand cradling the head to keep it from being jostled, you lay down on your side, letting the hand that was holding the head now grip behind your knee, hooking your thigh open as the head rotate and the shoulders slot into place.
You can't control the way the shoulders get stuck for a brief second. You push wildly, your thighs trembling and your belly squeezing and your pussy working hard to expel the huge baby inside of you. "Ohhhhh-- Come on baby, " You gasp ruggedly as you throw your head back, pushing hard and clenching your teeth, "Come on, you're so close, I can feel you!" And you certainly can feel the way the shoulders bulge against your hole, stretching you so thin you think for a moment you may tear.
You can't control the gutteral moan that leaves your mouth as you pull your leg up and open, one hand clutching at your huge, contracting belly and the other holding your leg open at the ankle. Your hips stretch do wide you think they may break, but you can't do much about it as the shoulders begin to open you up and you babble nonsense. 'My pussy!" You cry as one shoulder pops through, more fluid splashing out of you as your belly heaves, "Ughhhhh, I'm giving birth-- I'm pushing it out, oh fuck, it's coming out of me!" The second shoulder pushes free to, the rest of the baby coming out with a sick gush onto the floor beneath your sites thighs.
And you certainly can't control when you're water breaks for a second time as you try to catch your breath, a familiar weight dropping through your cervix as your huge stomach contracts again and your first baby begins to wail between your legs.
I looked at my best friend as he watched me closely, his leg bouncing, anxious. I saw the phone in his hand, and it felt so ominous. I knew what was on the screen. The timer.
The one counting down to the inevitable. I was so scared, so overwhelmed, but I also was ready to be done. One little one night stand. I could swear he had used a condom, I still didn't know how this could have happened. I hadn't wanted… this. Wanted a baby from some complete stranger swelling my belly, changing my life.
I never got used to the stares. People trying to figure out if I was really pregnant. Then realizing I was and just not looking away. Eyes roaming me. I felt so exposed, like I was naked all the time. My sexuality on display for everyone to enjoy, even if I didn't want it to be. A neon sign hanging heavily off my belly that said “will put out if drunk enough!”
But my friend was there for me through it all. He was so sweet and kind. Waiting on my hand and foot. Getting me my craving foods, holding me when I had a panic attack or broke down. I don't know what I would have done without him, his love and support. He was never even weird about it, only briefly touching my belly when I told him to, to feel a kick or just how firm it was.
“Mmm… I think it's another one…” I said, wincing. It was getting stronger. I knew they were getting closer. But I couldn't bear the countdown. I trusted my friend to tell me when it was time to go. We agreed we’d wait until contractions were down to seven or so minutes apart. Last time I’d checked I was down to fifteen, but I knew I’d progressed since then.
I breathed. In through my nose, out through my mouth. It was starting to feel really intense. The pressure inside spiking as-
“Oh!” I felt a deep internal pop, something letting loose. I felt fluid running out of me. Before I knew it I was sitting in a puddle of my waters, the contractions ending.
Carefully, I stood up. “Do we, uhm… have time for me to take a shower?” My bestie looked at his phone. He was quiet a moment, considering, a few different expressions crossing his face. The. “Yea! Yea, that should be ok. Plenty of time. I'll sit right by the door to keep timing contractions.”
The warm water felt so nice on my straining body. I could feel the tension easing a bit. It was so nice to just brace myself against the wall, letting the weight of my belly hang down… breathing steadily, meditatively…
My focus was broken by a spike of pressure, a cramp strong enough that I gasped, gritted my teeth. I held my belly and it was rock hard, squeezing down so much. I could feel the stranger’s baby inside me, the cushioning of the fluid gone, its body pressing against me inside.
“I heard!” My friend called from outside the door. I rocked my hips back and forth, holding my bump, trying to make myself stay calm. It didn't matter how I felt about it, panicking wasn’t going to help anybody.
Finally, it released. I blinked back tears and asked “How close?” A beat of quiet, then “You still have plenty of time!”
I nodded, relieved. The water just felt so good. Even when the cramps came, squeezing so harshly, the pressure getting worse and worse down low, making me groan and pant, the heat drumming over me made it easier to bear.
I lost track of time. Riding through each interaction, knowing how close I was to finally getting this baby out of my body, to starting to get my life back, it helped take the edge off how much this hurt, how scared I was of giving birth. I was so looking forward to the epidural numbing me to the worst of it, if this is how bad it was getting before our cutoff point.
Every time, I checked in with my friend. Each time, he said we had plenty of time, that the contractions were plenty far apart, that I shouldn't rush, let my body take its time. His voice was strained, but I couldn't blame him. He was hearing his close friend panting and grunting and moaning her way into deeper and deeper labor with a baby he knew I didn't want. Of course he was anxious and worried.
I finally climbed out of the shower, only for another powerful cramp to drive the head against my cervix, hard. I groaned, whimpered at the sheer force of the sensation. “How close was that one?!” I asked, blinking back tears. It had to be almost time to go. It HAD to, everything felt so low, so intense.
“It’s still building up! I know it's a lot, but you have to stay calm. Going into labor takes time. I shook my head. “No way… how long was I in the shower for?! If felt like they were getting so close in there…” again, quiet for a moment, then “Oh, a while. I can't remember exactly when you went in, but it's been, like, an hour. At least.”
That felt off… I felt like I’d gone about as fast as I could between contractions… but I guess I was wrong? It was so hard to remember now, everything just felt like-
“NGH! Ah, a-another… Hooo, it's bad it’s bad, so much pressure, I feel so open… Hard to… talk… Wait, I… could swear the last one…” my friend opened the door. Stroked my back gently, tenderly, and my body responded, leaning into him. So many frantic thoughts melted away. “It’s ok…” he said, voice low, gentle, reassuring. “It's so easy to lose track and panic of how far apart contractions are. Just breathe. You’ve got me here for a reason, right? You’re gonna be ok. We’ll make sure you get to the hospital in time.”
I nodded. Breathed, as the contractions faded. My friend kept rubbing my back, and I guess I say there longer than I thought, because before I knew it my belly was getting hard, firm, and I was groaning out “they feel so close now! They feel so close, oh god it hurts so bad!”
The poor guy was breathing really heavy. It must have been so hard to see me in this sorry state. I appreciated his bravery, how calm and collected he was.
“Ok… tell you what. It's still a little early. But we can go to the hospital now, just to be safe. You get dressed, I’ll get the bag we packed, ok?” I nodded, as the contraction ended. “O-ok… thank you… for being here with me.” My friend nodded at me, smiling warmly, then left the bathroom.
Getting dressed was easier said than done. I must have been moving really slowly, because it felt like the contractions were getting unbearably close. I pulled on my panties, contraction. I pulled up my clean sweats, contraction. I pulled a shirt over my body, contraction. Each feeling stronger than the last, each leaving me feeling more vulnerable, more overwhelmed, more desperate to have this done. It felt like the baby could just fall out of me now, though I knew it wouldn't be so easy.
But each time, a chipper voice, along with fabric rustling, came from outside “no worries yet! Contractions are holding pretty steady!” It didn’t FEEL steady, it felt like this little accident could come any second. But I trusted him. I had to.
I waddled out of the bathroom, leaning on a wall. I could barely close my legs, my body was begging for me to be open, to settle in and let this bastard come, but I knew I probably had hours to go still. My friend was digging through the closet. “I’m having a hard time finding it. Just go wait in the car, I’ll be out in a sec!”
Slowly, gingerly, I made my way to the door. I had to stop once on the way there, feeling the pressure throb down, the pain driving the breath out of me. “Fuck fuck… is it supposed to hurt this much this early?! It's just so… so intense…” I vaugely heard “It can be, yea! Trust me, you’ll know when it's serious!”
Blinking back tears, I muttered, “it feels serious now… I don't know what more serious would feel like…” but the contraction ended. I got out the door, and before I could get into the passenger seat, I braced myself against the car, whimpering through another cramp. They had to be seven minutes now, right?! They had to be… this couldn't possibly be too early, am I moving that slow?
I climbed into the car, holding my belly. My leg kept bouncing, I was full of nervous energy, the pressure was echoing out through my arms, my legs. Every inch of me centered on this baby I never meant to have. I hadn't ever felt more pregnant, more burdened and helpless.
The labor pains didn't stop. Each time, I felt the head more solidly in my cervix. I tried to time them myself, but my count was all wrong. The numbers got all jumbled as the cramp came over me, and by the time I finished groaning and panting through it, I couldn't remember where I’d ended at. But I don't think I’d gotten much further than a count of one hundred between them. That had to be wrong though. That's so close, too close, like about to start actively having this baby any second now close.
Another. And release. “Where is he… how hard is it to find this bag?!” I growled, breathing heavily, sweat soaking into my clothes. I just felt so warm, so overwhelmed. “I can't do this… it feels like my butt is about to split open… it's just too much! NGGGHHH!!!”
Again. Squeezing down mercilessly. I hadn't even hit one hundred that time, I think? Maybe? Pressure was echoing all through my lower half, I could barely think…
The car door opened. The bag got tossed in the back, and my friend got into the driver's seat. “How’s it coming? You ok?” He asked, and he was blushing, smiling at me, breathing hard. He must have been going so fast.
“C-contractions… lotta contractions…” I managed to force out. My eyes didn't want to focus, and his voice sounded strange, far away. My body was all focusing in. It didn't want to have to deal with anything else unless I forced it to. Unfortunately for it, I needed to force it to.
“How many?” He asked, voice trembling. Fuck. I hadn't been counting. “uhm… like… s-seven? Or six? Something… it's so hard to remember now. It's just… mngh… whatever number… here is… another!”
My roommate watched me. “How bad is it?” He asked, and I managed to grunt “I can't do it! I can’t have this baby it's too big, too much! So much pressure! In my back, my… my everything! Just pressure!” He bit his lip. “Very bad then… very bad… poor thing…”
As the contractions ended, I looked up at him. “H-how… close… are they? S-seven minutes? Yet?” I panted, struggling to do anything but gulp in air. He nodded slowly. “Yea. You still have hours to go, so don't worry. Just… keep me updated on how everything feels, ok? No matter how big or small.”
I nodded. I was so glad he was here. It was such a relief. “It’s… pressing… I feel so open now. All the way open, I don't… know how much more the baby needs…” The cat started, and we pulled out of the driveway. “It needs so much.” He said, and his words were husky, intense. “So much from you. It needs you to be so brave and strong for it. You're doing so good.”
The words hurt and helped all at once. The movement of the car impacting my body. I felt it ramping up. “Another… another coming!” “Good… good, just like that… sooo close now… so close…” his voice had a tone to it… low… needy… but I didn't have time to think about it. My leg bounced hard, as I tried to breathe, wet whimpers escaping from me. “Nghhh… the pressure… it's… different… scary… wanna… I don't know…” I grunted, a harsh, gutteral sound.
My whole body felt so tense. It knew something important was happening. Wanted me to give into something… my friend all but moaned “Your body knows what it needs… listen to it. Don't fight it, this is natural.”
I did as he said the moment he said it. I hadn't realized I was tensing up, fighting what my body needed. The sensation clarified into a low, low pressure inside, throbbing through me. It needed out. Like I needed to use the bathroom or something. At this point, if I had an accident, I had an accident. I gave in utterly. Letting my muscles give into the pressure. Urging it down.
My eyes went wide. It was moving. “Moving! Down! Birth canal!” I managed, before my body gave over completely to an uncontrolled push. “Ngh yesss… good good… push, push for me… good, just like that… let his bastard come out of you… don't fight it…”
I didn't. I couldn't. It hurt so badly, but I let it come. “Thought I had… time!” I forced between my teeth as I bore down. “How is it… coming so fast?” I tried to say more, but I couldn't. A head was filling me up. His baby was really coming, I couldn't stop pushing even though I desperately wanted to.
The contraction ebbed away, and I fell back, panting. “It's so hard… I can't do this, I can't have some strangers baby… how far away is the hospital? I don't want to feel this thing come out of me!” My friend shook his head. “Far. And there might be traffic.
We hit a red light, and he looked at me. His eyes trailing over me. “You’re really having it… right now… it's coming here in the car… you look so amazing…” I felt frustration rising. “Thanks, I guess? Look at the road, not me! I don't want to do this here in the passenger seat, I… urgh… N-need to… get to… the hospital! Oh GOOODDD!!! My leg began to bounce rapidly again as I gripped the sides of the seat. I told myself not to push, told myself not to give in, but it was useless. I needed to. I couldn't stop myself, I bore down with absolutely everything I had.
My body rewarded me, after a few moments, with the feeling of my crotch starting to bulge. There was a horrific pressure just behind my lips. “Can’t… stop it… don't wanna… have it here… need to get epidural… how f-far?” I panted, as the contractions ended. It ached so badly down there. I had never felt more full in my life, vividly aware of how low the baby was, on the cusp of starting to come out of me.
God. I was having a baby. I was giving birth. This was really happening, right here and now. I could feel a baby inside my vagina, opening my body, coming out. My body was just forcing me to do this thing that seemed so impossible, but that so many other women through history had done.
The enormity of it, the inevitability, crashed into me, made me start crying. This was really happening. It didn't matter how I felt about it, if I wanted it. I could feel that I was going to push on the next contraction. I could feel that this baby coming was inevitable, and getting closer by the second, as it had been doing since that one night stand gone wrong. As it had been doing since I’d been born. Everything I’d ever done leading me to this moment. Here. Now.
My friend was looking at me again. Eyes wide, almost like he could see my thoughts, awestruck by the state I was in, how powerful yet violating what was happening to me was. “You’re so amazing…” he all but whispered. “How far down is it?”
Swallowing, tears running down my face, I managed “I can… feel it bulging… I think it's gonna come out really soon…” and he bit his lip. “It feels so intense, doesn't it? Hurting so bad?” I nodded, panting, and as I did, I saw the rest of his body. I could see the erection tenting his pants. But that… he didn't….
He started driving again, constantly glancing at me. “You don't want it to come here, huh? Natural. Desperate. Out of control and overwhelming… gods. Give a biiig push next one… Don't hold back… let it come out, no matter how bad you don't want it to…”
I could already feel the tension building. “No-no, I… the hospital-” “We’re not making it to the hospital.” He said, as he kept going. “It's too low, we have too far. It's coming. We’re gonna do this, just you and me.”
Shaking my head, I pleaded “You have to go faster, have to NGGGHHH!!!” Another agonized grunt exploded from me, the contraction so painful. I couldn't fight it. I pushed with all my might, giving in completely.
I could feel it. I could feel myself crowning. It burned so bad, the head opening me so wide. I could feel my panties pressing back against it. I knew my sweatpants were bulging, and my friend looked down at me. The man I trusted with everything, trusted to help me have this baby, let out a moan. “Fffuckkk I see it… I see it crowning… your panties are stretching around it… It was so worth it, you’re so beautiful right now… his baby is coming, push for me babe, push push push…”
The words drove into me and I obeyed, even as I sobbed a guttural “NNNOOO!!!” It just kept coming. My lips were pulled wider around it as the guy I trusted panted “yes… yes… big push…” while staring at me, only glancing at the road. I stopped, contraction ended, exhausted.
It was so hard… so unfair… I shouldn't have to do this, I’m meant to be numb and drugged up and doing this while barely aware of it. Not here, feeling every tiny bit of it, desperate and scared…
He reached over. Cupped my crotch, another sound of barely suppressed sexuality escaping him. “Ohhh I feel the head… it's almost here… you’re such a good mommy, letting your baby come… it was so worth it, its even better than I hoped…”
“What… was worth it…” I asked, barely able to think about anything but the burning between my legs, the pressure inside me. “Lying about your labor.” He answered, smiling. “You were ready to go when your waters broke… before, even… but you never questioned it… let me convince you, even as contractions were five minutes apart, then less, less…
“I lied about the bag too, I knew where it was already. I wanted this, exactly this to happen. I was so excited when I got back. They were two to one minute apart then. I knew we were never making it… knew you were gonna open your legs for me and push your little bastard out of you, just like this… unmedicated, unassisted, natural and perfect and completely out of your control, just how it should be…”
I was horrified. Disgusted. I hadn't known. I didn't even know this kind of stuff turned him on! “You’re… you’re a… MNPH!!!” He smiled, rubbed my belly. “It doesn't matter what I am… because you’re a mommy. And you’re having your baby. You can't stop it… push for me. Push it out, let it come… birth it right into your panties…”
The head strained against the fabric. I tried not to push, but it was useless. He was right. I couldn't make it stop. I have to read the jerk who knocked me up, had to give my former friend everything he wanted. I had to give birth right now, as he watched and indulged. I even saw his hand slip under his pants, he was touching himself to this.
Meanwhile, under my pants, things were progressing. The head slipped fully out of me, I could feel my underwear pull itself down my hips, the force of the baby too strong to be stopped or denied. I wasn't done yet, though.
I thought the contractions would end after the fluids had burst out of me, soaking everything between my legs and the car seat. But no. The baby rotated inside me as I continued to push, wailing in reluctant agony, completely prepared for how much this would hurt. The shoulders bulged forward, a bit at a time, held in place by my panties and sweatpants…
Then I got lucky. The wetness inside and my bearing down made the head shift to the side. One shoulder popped free, then the other. The whole thing slid into the leg of my shorts, a noticeable wet bulge in the fabric that immediately began to move, as I sagged back, exhausted, ashamed, feeling used.
I didn't pick it up. I couldn't bring myself to, even as my chest aches and began to leak while the baby cried, still attached to me through the cord.
The man I trusted with this terrifying process grunted, leaned over the wheel, clearly orgasming even as he kept driving. I finally looked around, realizing we’d be at the hospital soon. If he’d driven faster, or we’d left sooner…
But we didn’t. This was his plan. Had probably been since I told him I was pregnant. I couldn't stop it. From the moment I agreed to sleep with that stranger, this was going to be how it ended up.
We sit together in our bed, just the two of us in the quiet of the early morning. You trace circles over my skin, your fingers connecting with the muffled, constricted movements of your baby in my belly.
I'm swollen and round, my big belly sitting low. Though my womb is warm and safe, it's growing much too cramped, and it's about time for our baby to come into the world.
The contractions hit fast and hard, and with each blinding ache I bury myself in your warm chest for comfort. You kiss my hair, hold my hand and reassure me the whole way through.
"Oh, god.." I moan. I can feel every stretched muscle constricting down, and I can feel just how low the head is sitting already, the way it settles above the bowl of my pelvis. The sensation is more intense than ever, and I toss and turn in distress.
"I know, I know. It's alright, you're doing so good." You attempt to reassure me. "It won't be long now and then the hard part will be over."
The contraction channels downwards and i suddenly feel a sense of urgency accompanying the pressure. "Ahhhnnggh, fuck, I feel like I have to push!"
"Okay, wait wait wait!" You jump up to reposition yourself between my legs, never letting go of my hand. "Let me check-"
"It's too late, I'm fucking puushhhingg!!"
It hits like a freight train, and by the time you've reached inside to check my dilation, I'm already bearing down. You don't find my cervix, anyway; the slick, bulging forebag of my unbroken waters dams the way through.
"It's coming. Ngggh.. It's fucking coming, I can feel the head entering my birth canal. Oh god, help!"
"It's ok, it's ok! You got this! Just take a deep breath and push!"
I push silently, my eyes shut tight and brow furrowing. I gasp and let got, and then push again.
You move down between my legs to watch, stroking my big belly comfortingly.
"Thats it, good boy. Keep going, while you have a contraction!"
I take a deep breath and the next contraction starts. I tremble and brace through it.
"Good boy.. here, open your legs up for the baby to come."
You gently spread my thighs wider and even without pushing, I feel my hips being opened up from the inside by the pressure of the contraction. I whimper and shake, crying out in pain.
"I feel something.." I reach down and touch the veil of membranes beginning to protrude from my slit. "Oh my god, is that him?"
You slip your fingers in underneath to see how far back the head is. "No, that's just your waters, but that means he's moving!"
I sigh and take a deep breath. As the next contraction comes I start pushing slowly. I pause and breathe, and with each push, the sac emerges from my opening lips.
"Alright, I need you to give me a big one here, alright? Okay, on three. 1.. 2.. 3.. PUSH! Yeah! Big push!!"
I brace and bear down hard with your instruction. "Push push push!"
You watch as the sac becomes more and more taut as it reaches its limit, the membrane stretching thin around the milky fluid within. Just as you think it ought to break any moment, it bursts from just below my clit. I moan at the sudden release of pressure as the water gushes out of my birth canal, surging out through my slit and pooling onto the towels beneath my hips with a splash.
Now you reach inside again and finally feel the head for the first time.
"Good job, there he is! I can feel him!"
I on the other hand am very, very aware of the position of the head inside me. The release of pressure doesn't last, and the tide lurches the head forward to sit firmly inside the narrow of my pelvis. The pain and intensity is immense, I can't even speak through it.
"Hey. Hey." You take my hand. "You need to breathe, long and slow okay? Take a good slow breath for the baby."
I nod and oblige, but it's not long before the contraction returns in force, and with it, the unbearable urge to push. "Nnnghh.. I need him out of my belly.."
"Alright, here we go again." You say, gently running a hand over the bottom of my belly. I'm already pushing, but you continue to reinforce me. "Come on, push push push!"
"Holy fuck! Unfhhhhh- Aaaaghh! Fuck, I have to give birth!"
"You're doing great, i can see hair! I can see the head!"
I grip at my belly as I push. The baby feels so fucking big, stretching me to the bone, unfolding me so agonizingly in its inescapable fate to be born.
"Push! Push!"
My muscles strain, I shake with the effort. Deep in the throes of labour I push, push, bearing down through the pain. The head comes into view but momentarily, and then retreats back inside the moment I stop pushing.
"Keep those legs spread, babe. You can do it. He's coming!"
It's so constant I can't stop. There's nothing but pressure and pushing, through the feeling of that excruciating stretch. I make progress with every push, my pussy opening slowly but surely.
"Nhhhh.. nnnggghhhh.. gaaaaaaahhhh...!" I moan through the pain.
The head begins to crown bit by bit between my legs with each desperate push.
"Keep pushing! Keep pushing! He's almost here!"
The head slowly approaches the crown, having been pushed all the way through my hips and now bulging out my slick, swollen entrance.
"There you go, you're pushing so good! Your baby's crowning, and you're stretching so well.
There's no stopping it now. I gasp and pant, eyes gaping as I'm blinded by the pain. My pussy stretches to its limit around the huge head, and with one more big push, the nose and chin slip out as the head is born into your waiting hands. You promptly check for the cord, which thankfully isn't around the baby's neck.
My whole birth canal is stretched from the inside out around the rest of the body and I feel the shoulders rotate inside me.
I pant and pant for a moment, and it isn't long before the next desperate contraction. Now is the final stretch.
I push and push, the head wobbles between my legs but doesn't budge. The pain and pressure are immense. The stretching feeling is different, deeper, but what I feel is fullness - so much fullness as the baby's entire body transits my body through my pussy.
"Aghhh, fuck, I can't! It's too much! Get him out of me!"
"No, you have to do it. You can do it! You're doing great!"
"I- can't.."
"Take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Now PUSH. PUSH! You have to push your baby out!
"AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!"
You push back my thighs with each hand as I bear down, trying to open my pelvis and free the shoulders. Again the head wobbles from the strain but makes no progress towards being born.
"It's stuck, it's stuck!! I can't get him out! Help me, help me I need to birth him!"
You feel around the head and slip your fingers in under my clit and deeper inside. I moan as you finger my poor, swollen, birthing pussy. You don't find the shoulders, like you expected, but manage to hook your finger around an arm.
"Okay, I've got it! Push! Push for me!"
"Nnnnnghh- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I scream in pain as my hole opens wider as I push. This gives you the perfect opportunity to pull the arm free, sweeping it down over the baby's face.
"That's it! He's coming! Come on, big push! One more big push! PUSH!"
I throw back my head and roar, pushing as hard as I can. You pull and pull, and the rest of the baby begins to slide free of my pussy. With a sudden gush the other arm pops free, born up to the waist. I feel the relief wash over me.
I stop for a moment and breathe, the baby halfway out between my legs beginning to sputter and cry. "You did it!" you cheer. "There's our baby, he's finally here!"
I roll my hips and give one more little shove, and the baby comes slithering the rest of the way out. I collapse with exhaustion for the moment, and you gather your crying baby in your arms for the first time.
Want someone to kiss my neck and rub my clit while I struggle to crown. Want to moan while they whisper in my ear about how wide their baby is going to stretch my cunt. Run their fingers over where my lips start to part as I push, and to tell me how good I’m doing even when the head recedes back in when I let up…
This is a story written by someone on hidden-desires that I like and wanna preserve.
I TAKE ZERO CREDIT FOR THIS STORY, enjoy!
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I let out a slow breath as the contraction passed, running my hands over my nine-month-pregnant, soon to be deflated stomach. Leaning back against the plush pillows of the bed, I let my legs fall apart, my heels connected in front of me with my hands coming to rest on my knees.
“That one wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just getting used to them.” I tell my husband, Liam, smiling weakly.
He chuckles a bit and squeezes my calf. “Yeah, you’ve only been at this for nearly ten hours now. I bet your body just thinks they’re like a hiccup or something. Want a back massage?”
“A hiccup that feels like someone with an abnormally large hand is squeezing my uterus in their fist,” I correct with a little smile, then nodded gratefully. “That sounds great. Can you check me again too? I must have progressed some in the past hour.”
“I think you just want to be fingered.”
“Maybe that too.”
Liam chuckled and leaned in, kissing my lips soundly. I decided before the pregnancy was even confirmed that I wanted a unassisted homebirth with Liam. Of course our midwife is on speed dial just in case, but all I want is to push this baby into Liam’s hands and share the moment only with him. I let him know early on that this was the route I was planning to take, and he has been more supportive than I could’ve ever dreamed, from providing for my midnight cravings to keeping me comfortable in labor far better than most husbands.
I feel Liam’s hand trail up my inner thigh as his lips wander to my neck. I immediately melt under his touch as he spreads my lower lips with one hand and massages my clitoris with two fingers of the other. Truthfully, I had just wanted him to check my cervix, but in no way am I complaining.
My stomach visibly tightens with the beginning of a contraction and Liam stops his teasing, instead resting his hands on my thighs. I quickly shake my head.
“No, no. Don’t you dare stop.”
Liam quickly returns to my pussy, running his fingers over my slick lips, teasing me. The contraction builds and I find some relief in rolling my hips, increasing the friction of his fingers against my most sensitive area.
“Fuck!” I find myself groaning, both out of pleasure and pain from the pressure in my abdomen. The contraction soon ebbs, but Liam’s fingers continue to stroke and massage me. I feel myself coming apart as he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger. Arching my back, I clench my muscles and buck my hips involuntarily as my orgasm erupts within me. I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily.
“That was quick.” Liam chuckles as I try to get my breathing under control.
“You have very talented fingers,” I smirk and brush some hair out of my face. “Now really, check me, please.”
I softly gasp in discomfort as my husband gently slips two fingers into my overstimulated sex. His other hand pushes down on my full stomach with a bit of pressure, feeling the position of our baby.
“You’re really opening, babe. Not much longer now.”
“Ugh, can you give me a number? I’m getting a bit tired of this.” I feel myself whining but for good reason. Ten hours!
Liam’s fingers move inside me. “I’d say about seven centimeters. How about that massage now?”
I’m a little disappointed because I had been stuck at six centimeters for the past three hours. The contractions are so much closer now and I was hoping it was my body working overtime to help me dilate. Liam senses this and removes his fingers, gently patting my inner thigh. With a hint of a disappointed sigh, I maneuver myself out of bed and stand on the side of it, resting my upper body on my elbows, digging them into the soft bed comforter. Liam stands behind me and applies firm pressure to my lower back.
I moan contentedly, but it’s cut short by another contraction. Breathing deeply and stiffening under Liam’s hands, I lean my head down on the bed and let out a low groan. Sensing my discomfort, Liam digs the heels of his hands into my lower back, the counter pressure feeling heavenly. He continues his pressure until the contraction ends and I let out a heavy breath.
“Did that help any?” he asks, moving his hands to massage my shoulders and neck.
“Yeah, it did,” I still feel uncomfortable, though, and pull off the t-shirt of Liam’s that’s the only article of clothing I’ve been wearing since a labored in the bath four hours ago. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head and am surprised by how much the small acts increased my comfort level even slightly.
Liam continues massaging my lower back through a few more contractions, until I get tired of standing and decide I want back in bed. By this point, the contractions are getting more and more intense, my belly tightening and squeezing extremely uncomfortably with every one. They’re also coming more frequently, and I both welcome and am nervous at the thought that I will be pushing soon. I am resting on my knees with my hands pressing into the pillows of our bed. A contraction starts to build and I begin to rock my hips in circles, searching for relief from the pressure building in my pelvis.
“That’s good, babe. Bring our baby down.” Liam is behind me, applying pressure to my back and soft kisses to my shoulder.
During the height of the contraction, I feel the overwhelming urge to push. I’m surprised and know I shouldn’t, that I’m not dilated enough, but I bear down with a groan. “I’m pushing!” I announce.
“Oh no, no, no!” Liam objects, his hand flying to my vagina and sliding two fingers in. “You’re not open enough, babe, and your water hasn’t even broken yet.”
“Doesn’t matter! Gotta push!” The feeling is primal and I can’t stop it. I’m feeling so much pressure that I think I will die from the relief I get from pushing. The contraction ends but the pressure remains and I bite my lip, gripping the headboard of the bed.
“You cannot push, honey. You’re not dilated enough and you’ll swell. You know this.”
“I know that I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and I need to push!” I insist through gritted teeth. The baby feels like a bowling ball deep in my hips. I know I’m not ready, but the pressure I feel is absolutely unbearable.
Somewhere in my subconscious I’m telling myself not to push, but the pressure is impossibly strong. I change positions, lying on my back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. Another contraction starts to build and I grip Liam’s arm, squeezing and primally growling, my eyes rolling back in my head. I have to push. I have to do it now.
“Please, Liam. There’s no fucking way I cannot push. It’s coming.”
“No.” he says simply.
“It’s not your choice!” I’m gritting my teeth, everything in my power going towards not pushing. “Liam, please. The baby is coming.”
I feel his fingers inside me and let out a low breath. “Liam, please, tell me I can push. Say something. I need to push! I need to push, really! I have to push!” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t express how badly my body wants to force this baby out.
“Sweetie, we have a big baby in here and you’re only dilated to eight centimeters at most. If you want your unassisted birth, you cannot push.” All I feel is his fingers inside me and the insane pressure in my hips. Suddenly, I feel a gush of warm water shoot out of me, sighing as some of the pressure is relieved.
“There goes the water.” Liam says, quickly going to our bathroom and grabbing a hand towel. He gently dries my thighs and sex, dries his hands, and situates the towel under my butt. “Feel any better?”
“A bit. I could push though. There’s still a little bit of the urge.”
“Well let’s wait a bit. I don’t want to risk anything.”
I huff and roll onto my side, squeezing my knees together so I wouldn’t be tempted to push. Liam strokes my hip and presses a kiss to my head. “Not much longer now, love.”
“Still too long.”
Another contraction grips my abdomen and I grip Liam’s arm tightly. My face screws up into a clenched frown and I squeeze my thighs together, irrationally feeling that the baby would shoot out if not. Panting as it passes, I roll back onto my back and spread my knees, giving my husband a nonverbal cue to check my cervix. He slides a few fingers deeply into my vagina, kissing my knee in an attempt to soothe any discomfort. His face lights up as he moves deeper into me. “Our baby has so much hair.”
Despite the discomfort, I smile weakly and then genuinely when he slides his fingers back out. He felt our baby in the flesh for the first time and I’ve never seen someone as excited. He kisses my lips and rests his forehead against mine, a sweet moment that turns sour soon with the arrival of another contraction. I breathe heavily, both hands on my rock hard stomach, biting my lip and praying that it will be over soon. The pressure returns and I resist the urge to bear down.
“How far along was I?” I ask after the contraction passes, trying to regain control of my breathing.
“Still around eight. I’ll let you know when you can start pushing, babe.”
“I think I know when I should push, and that’s now.”
“No.”
I groan, “I can’t do this!”
“You can, baby. You’re so fucking close,” he tells me, pressing a kiss into my belly. “You’ll be pushing in no time. Which reminds me, we should probably do one last stretching.”
“Ooh, fun,” I say sarcastically. With it being our first baby and an unassisted birth, tearing has been a worry of ours. Over the course of the third trimester, per suggestion of our midwife, Liam has been stretching my vagina and perineum to prepare for delivery. It’s not the most comfortable process, but he’s gentle, and I know it’s helping me in the long run.
Liam smirks and grabs the bottle of coconut oil that stays on our bedside table. Massaging some onto his fingers and nudging my knees open, he easily slides two fingers of both hands into my vagina. I suck in a breath of discomfort.
“Sorry, beautiful. It’s your fault for being so tight.” he jokes, slowly and gently stretching my vaginal opening apart with his hands. He massages the oil into the skin of my perineum with his thumbs and pushes open my vaginal walls. To heighten my discomfort, another contraction arrives and I quickly snap my knees shut. “No, stay open. Relax and let everything stretch and soften.” Liam says as he nudges my knees apart again. He pushes two fingers deep inside me and probes at my cervix.
“Liam, I’m so uncomfortable! Can’t you stretch my cervix around the head?”
“I don’t want to risk anything, baby,” he insists, but continues to probe inside me. “I think with the next contraction the head will be passing through your cervix anyway. I can feel it poking out.”
Although the news is good, I still feel an urge to push now, not with the next contraction. Liam continues prepping my opening and leans in for a kiss. “Really, not much longer now, babe. You’ve almost made it.”
I mentally decide to push no matter what on my next contraction. There is a burning deep in my hips, and I know it’s my baby’s head pushing through my cervix. It’s painful, but I’m tired and ready to be done. The next contraction arrives and I bear down, groaning primally.
“Go ahead and push, baby. Push my fingers out.” Liam is still probing around in my hole (He just loves it in there!) and I manage to grit, “I already am!” through my teeth. I feel incredible relief from pushing, but I don’t feel the baby move. The contraction passes but I continue to push, desperately wanting to progress.
“Wait for the contraction to push. You don’t want to tire yourself out, sweetie.” Liam kisses my stomach and moves his fingers inside me. “If you’re feeling any burning, it’s because the head is pushing through your cervix.” I nod.
“Almost there, alright?” He smiles at me and swipes his thumb over my clitoris. I gasp and playfully hit his chest. I settle my knees far apart, feeling the need to make room for a bowling ball coming out of me. Liam strokes my inner thighs as we await the next contraction.
When it comes and builds, I nearly scream. The pressure to push is so intense and the burning in my hips so painful that I can’t react. After a moment, I bear down, subconsciously hearing Liam counting and feeling fingers inside me, presumably stretching my cervix around the head. The burning in my hips moves to my vagina and I throw my head back in pain.
“The head is right inside you! You got it past your cervix!”
The words don’t register; I just continue to push even though the contraction has faded, going against Liam’s earlier warning. The baby is slowly moving down my birth canal, and I feel its every move.
“It’s right here, babe. Our baby is right inside you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be able to see it.”
That reminded me, “Get the mirror, please,”
Liam ran to the bathroom and grabbed the small mirror we purchased specifically for this moment. He held it up. “Nothing to see yet, but trust me. He’s right inside you.”
“He?” I chuckle lightly, then pant a bit, “And yeah, I know. Trust me. I can feel him. Or her,”
A contraction started rippling through my stomach and I bore down again. Liam held up the mirror and I saw my labia remain tightly closed, but a telltale bulge was forming behind them. I held the push until the contraction ended and rested my hands on my stomach, trying to even my breathing.
“Want to feel it?”
I nod and reach my hands down, one parting my labia and one slowly inserting two fingers into my opening. I don’t have to go to far before I feel a hard, slimy mass inside me. I grin and let my fingers rest there as I feel another contraction. I bear down, simultaneously pushing my moist vaginal walls back around the head of my baby. The head is large and only moves slightly, but I’m proud of my progress. I bear down hard again after the contraction subsides.
“Babe, just rest between contractions.” Liam suggests as I grunt and bear down hard. I breathe for a moment, but another contraction comes before I can truly rest. I push hard and start to feel burning again, this time much worse and in a different place than earlier. Liam holds the mirror up with one hand and gently parts my labia with the other. I feel the baby moving toward my opening but still can’t see. The contraction ends and I lean back against the pillows.
“Beautiful, babe. This baby is coming down so fast. It’ll be crowning so soon.”
“I don’t want it to crown. It burns enough already.” I whine and push some hair out of my face. The contractions are basically on top of one another, and I push again with the next one. Looking in the mirror, my labia are still tightly closed, but I can definitely feel my baby close to the opening. Liam parts my labia and I catch a glimpse of a dime-size amount of wet, black hair. He grins from ear to ear and uses his fingers to hold my lips open. “Look at that!” He says excitedly. “Look, babe!”
I pant and let the push go, and the baby slides back up my birth canal slightly. I groan in frustration.
“You knew that would happen, honey. Keep pushing and it’ll stay out.”
I listen to his advice and start pushing again right as my next contraction arrives. There is a fire in my vagina and I scream out as I see the head part my folds. Liam rests the mirror against his leg, freeing his hands to help stretch me. I see more of the head poking out, but can’t see past my pain to be proud of it. I bear down hard and my opening takes a teardrop shape. The stretch makes me scream loudly.
“God, please, no more!” I’m screaming and it’s unimaginable how I’ll get this whole baby out. I let go of the push but Liam holds my lips open and the baby stays right at my opening. There’s so much burning and pressure and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Liam lovingly pats my thigh. “Push again when you’re ready, love.”
I take a breath and push down, screeching as I feel the burning increase. I look down, not in the mirror but over my belly, and see my labia bulging out significantly. All I can do is bear down and scream as the head descends slowly. The baby is large; at our last midwife appointment we were told to expect at least a nine pounder, and I’m convinced the head alone weighs nine pounds at this point. I glance in the mirror at myself bulging and stretching and feel accomplished, but the baby isn’t even crowning yet and it’s already almost impossible for me to bear the pain.
My uterus contracts and I push, my inflamed slit stretching the farthest yet. I don’t back down as the contraction ebbs, and I soon feel the excruciating pain of crowning. The top of the baby’s head wedges itself right between my lips, stretching them taut and wide. I feel spasms of pain zip through my whole body as I’m split apart, and I screech and quickly snap my legs shut, in turn pushing the baby back inside me.
“No, no, no! Babe, no!” Liam nearly yells, frantically grabbing my knees and pushing them back open. I fight with him to keep them closed, to grant the baby no passage, but his strong arms force them open and push them back. He firmly keeps my thighs apart during my next contraction and push.
“Splitting apart!” I insist as I push, fighting against my husband’s hands in a desperate attempt to squeeze my legs together and salvage my burning slit. I soon realize I am fighting a losing battle and give all my energy to bearing down, which leads to the even more painful full crown of the baby’s head. The head sits in my opening, out to the middle of the baby’s forehead. Liam quickly grabs the oil from the nightstand, lubricates his hands, and presses a hand on either side of the baby’s head. He rubs the oil on the tight skin of my vagina and applies counter pressure to my perineum. “Give me some small pushes, babe.”
My legs are shaking from the pain and exertion as I grab behind my knees and give a small push with a small grunt. I do this for a while until the baby is out to its eyes, at which point I shriek and plead with Liam not to let me tear.
“You’re not going to tear. I’m giving you some counter pressure on your perineum.” His hands are strong and warm against my perineum and it’s a bit soothing. He oils me again, and I’m so slick with oil that I’m convinced the baby will just slip out. Oil is dripping down from my labia into my ass.
I push again and he places his other hand firmly against my upper vulva, resting right on my clit. My hips buck a bit at the contact. “Not now!” I whine.
“Do you want to tear here?” He’s applying counter pressure as I push and I moan from the overstimulation.
“I want this huge thing out of me.”
“Then push.” His thumbs carefully push my labia back around the head and I moan in protest. Then I’m pushing and feeling the baby’s nose and mouth against my inner walls right before the entire head emerges. A rush of fluid splashes out behind the huge head and my body spasms in shock, my lips tightening around the baby’s neck.
Liam reaches inside me to check for the cord, then guides my hand down to our baby’s head. I see in the mirror that the head is huge and covered in curly dark hair. I bring my other hand down and cup the head as I push to birth the shoulders and body.
I give three hearty pushes to no avail. After the third, Liam brushes my hands away so he can grip the head and gently tug. The pressure in my hips is almost unbearable. “Stuck!” I cry out, wriggling my hips..
“Alright, big baby and small pelvis. We were expecting this.” Liam says, pushing a finger into me by the baby’s shoulder. I cry out as my hole is so sore, but I know that he desperately needs to get the baby out. He adjusts the baby slightly, removes his finger, and pushes my legs back by my feet. “Push. Hard,” He instructs me and I do as he says, anything to relieve the pressure in me. “Grab your ankles and pull back. We need you wide open.” I moan and obey, bearing down as hard as possible. Liam grips our baby’s head and pulls, really pulls, tugging the head back and forth to free the baby.
I’m exhausted and in so much pain that my vision starts to fade out. “Please pull it out! PLEASE! Pull it out of me!” I hear myself begging and screaming but to no avail. “Liam, get this out, please!”
He tugs hard, freeing a shoulder and then the second. I look in the mirror and see my vagina stretched obscenely around the baby’s stomach. I am still screaming and pleading with him to pull it out of me that I don’t realize when the entire baby slides out. My vagina is still spasming painfully and I’m rambling something like “Oh god, you pulled it out. You got it out of me. So much pain,” as he sets the baby on my chest.
“Say hello to our little boy.”
Need someone to play with my sopping wet pussy while I try to push their baby out. Gentle fingers around my hole and firm pressure on my perineum, thumbs on either side pulling my lips apart in an attempt to get a glimpse of the head that should surely be making an appearance soon… rhythmic strokes on my clit during a good hard push, rewarding me for the effort as the baby enters the birth canal. Whispering words of encouragement as my lips start to bulge and finally a teardrop appears. A palm cupped over the entirety of my pussy to hold them in for just a little while longer so the two of us can selfishly bask in the sight and feeling of that perfect fullness.
This is a story written by someone on hidden-desires that I like and wanna preserve.
I TAKE ZERO CREDIT FOR THIS STORY, enjoy!
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I let out a slow breath as the contraction passed, running my hands over my nine-month-pregnant, soon to be deflated stomach. Leaning back against the plush pillows of the bed, I let my legs fall apart, my heels connected in front of me with my hands coming to rest on my knees.
“That one wasn’t too bad. I think I’m just getting used to them.” I tell my husband, Liam, smiling weakly.
He chuckles a bit and squeezes my calf. “Yeah, you’ve only been at this for nearly ten hours now. I bet your body just thinks they’re like a hiccup or something. Want a back massage?”
“A hiccup that feels like someone with an abnormally large hand is squeezing my uterus in their fist,” I correct with a little smile, then nodded gratefully. “That sounds great. Can you check me again too? I must have progressed some in the past hour.”
“I think you just want to be fingered.”
“Maybe that too.”
Liam chuckled and leaned in, kissing my lips soundly. I decided before the pregnancy was even confirmed that I wanted a unassisted homebirth with Liam. Of course our midwife is on speed dial just in case, but all I want is to push this baby into Liam’s hands and share the moment only with him. I let him know early on that this was the route I was planning to take, and he has been more supportive than I could’ve ever dreamed, from providing for my midnight cravings to keeping me comfortable in labor far better than most husbands.
I feel Liam’s hand trail up my inner thigh as his lips wander to my neck. I immediately melt under his touch as he spreads my lower lips with one hand and massages my clitoris with two fingers of the other. Truthfully, I had just wanted him to check my cervix, but in no way am I complaining.
My stomach visibly tightens with the beginning of a contraction and Liam stops his teasing, instead resting his hands on my thighs. I quickly shake my head.
“No, no. Don’t you dare stop.”
Liam quickly returns to my pussy, running his fingers over my slick lips, teasing me. The contraction builds and I find some relief in rolling my hips, increasing the friction of his fingers against my most sensitive area.
“Fuck!” I find myself groaning, both out of pleasure and pain from the pressure in my abdomen. The contraction soon ebbs, but Liam’s fingers continue to stroke and massage me. I feel myself coming apart as he gently squeezes my clit between his thumb and forefinger. Arching my back, I clench my muscles and buck my hips involuntarily as my orgasm erupts within me. I fall back against the bed, breathing heavily.
“That was quick.” Liam chuckles as I try to get my breathing under control.
“You have very talented fingers,” I smirk and brush some hair out of my face. “Now really, check me, please.”
I softly gasp in discomfort as my husband gently slips two fingers into my overstimulated sex. His other hand pushes down on my full stomach with a bit of pressure, feeling the position of our baby.
“You’re really opening, babe. Not much longer now.”
“Ugh, can you give me a number? I’m getting a bit tired of this.” I feel myself whining but for good reason. Ten hours!
Liam’s fingers move inside me. “I’d say about seven centimeters. How about that massage now?”
I’m a little disappointed because I had been stuck at six centimeters for the past three hours. The contractions are so much closer now and I was hoping it was my body working overtime to help me dilate. Liam senses this and removes his fingers, gently patting my inner thigh. With a hint of a disappointed sigh, I maneuver myself out of bed and stand on the side of it, resting my upper body on my elbows, digging them into the soft bed comforter. Liam stands behind me and applies firm pressure to my lower back.
I moan contentedly, but it’s cut short by another contraction. Breathing deeply and stiffening under Liam’s hands, I lean my head down on the bed and let out a low groan. Sensing my discomfort, Liam digs the heels of his hands into my lower back, the counter pressure feeling heavenly. He continues his pressure until the contraction ends and I let out a heavy breath.
“Did that help any?” he asks, moving his hands to massage my shoulders and neck.
“Yeah, it did,” I still feel uncomfortable, though, and pull off the t-shirt of Liam’s that’s the only article of clothing I’ve been wearing since a labored in the bath four hours ago. I pulled my hair into a bun on top of my head and am surprised by how much the small acts increased my comfort level even slightly.
Liam continues massaging my lower back through a few more contractions, until I get tired of standing and decide I want back in bed. By this point, the contractions are getting more and more intense, my belly tightening and squeezing extremely uncomfortably with every one. They’re also coming more frequently, and I both welcome and am nervous at the thought that I will be pushing soon. I am resting on my knees with my hands pressing into the pillows of our bed. A contraction starts to build and I begin to rock my hips in circles, searching for relief from the pressure building in my pelvis.
“That’s good, babe. Bring our baby down.” Liam is behind me, applying pressure to my back and soft kisses to my shoulder.
During the height of the contraction, I feel the overwhelming urge to push. I’m surprised and know I shouldn’t, that I’m not dilated enough, but I bear down with a groan. “I’m pushing!” I announce.
“Oh no, no, no!” Liam objects, his hand flying to my vagina and sliding two fingers in. “You’re not open enough, babe, and your water hasn’t even broken yet.”
“Doesn’t matter! Gotta push!” The feeling is primal and I can’t stop it. I’m feeling so much pressure that I think I will die from the relief I get from pushing. The contraction ends but the pressure remains and I bite my lip, gripping the headboard of the bed.
“You cannot push, honey. You’re not dilated enough and you’ll swell. You know this.”
“I know that I’m feeling a lot of pressure right now and I need to push!” I insist through gritted teeth. The baby feels like a bowling ball deep in my hips. I know I’m not ready, but the pressure I feel is absolutely unbearable.
Somewhere in my subconscious I’m telling myself not to push, but the pressure is impossibly strong. I change positions, lying on my back against the pillows and spreading my legs wide. Another contraction starts to build and I grip Liam’s arm, squeezing and primally growling, my eyes rolling back in my head. I have to push. I have to do it now.
“Please, Liam. There’s no fucking way I cannot push. It’s coming.”
“No.” he says simply.
“It’s not your choice!” I’m gritting my teeth, everything in my power going towards not pushing. “Liam, please. The baby is coming.”
I feel his fingers inside me and let out a low breath. “Liam, please, tell me I can push. Say something. I need to push! I need to push, really! I have to push!” I know I’m rambling, but I can’t express how badly my body wants to force this baby out.
“Sweetie, we have a big baby in here and you’re only dilated to eight centimeters at most. If you want your unassisted birth, you cannot push.” All I feel is his fingers inside me and the insane pressure in my hips. Suddenly, I feel a gush of warm water shoot out of me, sighing as some of the pressure is relieved.
“There goes the water.” Liam says, quickly going to our bathroom and grabbing a hand towel. He gently dries my thighs and sex, dries his hands, and situates the towel under my butt. “Feel any better?”
“A bit. I could push though. There’s still a little bit of the urge.”
“Well let’s wait a bit. I don’t want to risk anything.”
I huff and roll onto my side, squeezing my knees together so I wouldn’t be tempted to push. Liam strokes my hip and presses a kiss to my head. “Not much longer now, love.”
“Still too long.”
Another contraction grips my abdomen and I grip Liam’s arm tightly. My face screws up into a clenched frown and I squeeze my thighs together, irrationally feeling that the baby would shoot out if not. Panting as it passes, I roll back onto my back and spread my knees, giving my husband a nonverbal cue to check my cervix. He slides a few fingers deeply into my vagina, kissing my knee in an attempt to soothe any discomfort. His face lights up as he moves deeper into me. “Our baby has so much hair.”
Despite the discomfort, I smile weakly and then genuinely when he slides his fingers back out. He felt our baby in the flesh for the first time and I’ve never seen someone as excited. He kisses my lips and rests his forehead against mine, a sweet moment that turns sour soon with the arrival of another contraction. I breathe heavily, both hands on my rock hard stomach, biting my lip and praying that it will be over soon. The pressure returns and I resist the urge to bear down.
“How far along was I?” I ask after the contraction passes, trying to regain control of my breathing.
“Still around eight. I’ll let you know when you can start pushing, babe.”
“I think I know when I should push, and that’s now.”
“No.”
I groan, “I can’t do this!”
“You can, baby. You’re so fucking close,” he tells me, pressing a kiss into my belly. “You’ll be pushing in no time. Which reminds me, we should probably do one last stretching.”
“Ooh, fun,” I say sarcastically. With it being our first baby and an unassisted birth, tearing has been a worry of ours. Over the course of the third trimester, per suggestion of our midwife, Liam has been stretching my vagina and perineum to prepare for delivery. It’s not the most comfortable process, but he’s gentle, and I know it’s helping me in the long run.
Liam smirks and grabs the bottle of coconut oil that stays on our bedside table. Massaging some onto his fingers and nudging my knees open, he easily slides two fingers of both hands into my vagina. I suck in a breath of discomfort.
“Sorry, beautiful. It’s your fault for being so tight.” he jokes, slowly and gently stretching my vaginal opening apart with his hands. He massages the oil into the skin of my perineum with his thumbs and pushes open my vaginal walls. To heighten my discomfort, another contraction arrives and I quickly snap my knees shut. “No, stay open. Relax and let everything stretch and soften.” Liam says as he nudges my knees apart again. He pushes two fingers deep inside me and probes at my cervix.
“Liam, I’m so uncomfortable! Can’t you stretch my cervix around the head?”
“I don’t want to risk anything, baby,” he insists, but continues to probe inside me. “I think with the next contraction the head will be passing through your cervix anyway. I can feel it poking out.”
Although the news is good, I still feel an urge to push now, not with the next contraction. Liam continues prepping my opening and leans in for a kiss. “Really, not much longer now, babe. You’ve almost made it.”
I mentally decide to push no matter what on my next contraction. There is a burning deep in my hips, and I know it’s my baby’s head pushing through my cervix. It’s painful, but I’m tired and ready to be done. The next contraction arrives and I bear down, groaning primally.
“Go ahead and push, baby. Push my fingers out.” Liam is still probing around in my hole (He just loves it in there!) and I manage to grit, “I already am!” through my teeth. I feel incredible relief from pushing, but I don’t feel the baby move. The contraction passes but I continue to push, desperately wanting to progress.
“Wait for the contraction to push. You don’t want to tire yourself out, sweetie.” Liam kisses my stomach and moves his fingers inside me. “If you’re feeling any burning, it’s because the head is pushing through your cervix.” I nod.
“Almost there, alright?” He smiles at me and swipes his thumb over my clitoris. I gasp and playfully hit his chest. I settle my knees far apart, feeling the need to make room for a bowling ball coming out of me. Liam strokes my inner thighs as we await the next contraction.
When it comes and builds, I nearly scream. The pressure to push is so intense and the burning in my hips so painful that I can’t react. After a moment, I bear down, subconsciously hearing Liam counting and feeling fingers inside me, presumably stretching my cervix around the head. The burning in my hips moves to my vagina and I throw my head back in pain.
“The head is right inside you! You got it past your cervix!”
The words don’t register; I just continue to push even though the contraction has faded, going against Liam’s earlier warning. The baby is slowly moving down my birth canal, and I feel its every move.
“It’s right here, babe. Our baby is right inside you. Just a few more pushes and you’ll be able to see it.”
That reminded me, “Get the mirror, please,”
Liam ran to the bathroom and grabbed the small mirror we purchased specifically for this moment. He held it up. “Nothing to see yet, but trust me. He’s right inside you.”
“He?” I chuckle lightly, then pant a bit, “And yeah, I know. Trust me. I can feel him. Or her,”
A contraction started rippling through my stomach and I bore down again. Liam held up the mirror and I saw my labia remain tightly closed, but a telltale bulge was forming behind them. I held the push until the contraction ended and rested my hands on my stomach, trying to even my breathing.
“Want to feel it?”
I nod and reach my hands down, one parting my labia and one slowly inserting two fingers into my opening. I don’t have to go to far before I feel a hard, slimy mass inside me. I grin and let my fingers rest there as I feel another contraction. I bear down, simultaneously pushing my moist vaginal walls back around the head of my baby. The head is large and only moves slightly, but I’m proud of my progress. I bear down hard again after the contraction subsides.
“Babe, just rest between contractions.” Liam suggests as I grunt and bear down hard. I breathe for a moment, but another contraction comes before I can truly rest. I push hard and start to feel burning again, this time much worse and in a different place than earlier. Liam holds the mirror up with one hand and gently parts my labia with the other. I feel the baby moving toward my opening but still can’t see. The contraction ends and I lean back against the pillows.
“Beautiful, babe. This baby is coming down so fast. It’ll be crowning so soon.”
“I don’t want it to crown. It burns enough already.” I whine and push some hair out of my face. The contractions are basically on top of one another, and I push again with the next one. Looking in the mirror, my labia are still tightly closed, but I can definitely feel my baby close to the opening. Liam parts my labia and I catch a glimpse of a dime-size amount of wet, black hair. He grins from ear to ear and uses his fingers to hold my lips open. “Look at that!” He says excitedly. “Look, babe!”
I pant and let the push go, and the baby slides back up my birth canal slightly. I groan in frustration.
“You knew that would happen, honey. Keep pushing and it’ll stay out.”
I listen to his advice and start pushing again right as my next contraction arrives. There is a fire in my vagina and I scream out as I see the head part my folds. Liam rests the mirror against his leg, freeing his hands to help stretch me. I see more of the head poking out, but can’t see past my pain to be proud of it. I bear down hard and my opening takes a teardrop shape. The stretch makes me scream loudly.
“God, please, no more!” I’m screaming and it’s unimaginable how I’ll get this whole baby out. I let go of the push but Liam holds my lips open and the baby stays right at my opening. There’s so much burning and pressure and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Liam lovingly pats my thigh. “Push again when you’re ready, love.”
I take a breath and push down, screeching as I feel the burning increase. I look down, not in the mirror but over my belly, and see my labia bulging out significantly. All I can do is bear down and scream as the head descends slowly. The baby is large; at our last midwife appointment we were told to expect at least a nine pounder, and I’m convinced the head alone weighs nine pounds at this point. I glance in the mirror at myself bulging and stretching and feel accomplished, but the baby isn’t even crowning yet and it’s already almost impossible for me to bear the pain.
My uterus contracts and I push, my inflamed slit stretching the farthest yet. I don’t back down as the contraction ebbs, and I soon feel the excruciating pain of crowning. The top of the baby’s head wedges itself right between my lips, stretching them taut and wide. I feel spasms of pain zip through my whole body as I’m split apart, and I screech and quickly snap my legs shut, in turn pushing the baby back inside me.
“No, no, no! Babe, no!” Liam nearly yells, frantically grabbing my knees and pushing them back open. I fight with him to keep them closed, to grant the baby no passage, but his strong arms force them open and push them back. He firmly keeps my thighs apart during my next contraction and push.
“Splitting apart!” I insist as I push, fighting against my husband’s hands in a desperate attempt to squeeze my legs together and salvage my burning slit. I soon realize I am fighting a losing battle and give all my energy to bearing down, which leads to the even more painful full crown of the baby’s head. The head sits in my opening, out to the middle of the baby’s forehead. Liam quickly grabs the oil from the nightstand, lubricates his hands, and presses a hand on either side of the baby’s head. He rubs the oil on the tight skin of my vagina and applies counter pressure to my perineum. “Give me some small pushes, babe.”
My legs are shaking from the pain and exertion as I grab behind my knees and give a small push with a small grunt. I do this for a while until the baby is out to its eyes, at which point I shriek and plead with Liam not to let me tear.
“You’re not going to tear. I’m giving you some counter pressure on your perineum.” His hands are strong and warm against my perineum and it’s a bit soothing. He oils me again, and I’m so slick with oil that I’m convinced the baby will just slip out. Oil is dripping down from my labia into my ass.
I push again and he places his other hand firmly against my upper vulva, resting right on my clit. My hips buck a bit at the contact. “Not now!” I whine.
“Do you want to tear here?” He’s applying counter pressure as I push and I moan from the overstimulation.
“I want this huge thing out of me.”
“Then push.” His thumbs carefully push my labia back around the head and I moan in protest. Then I’m pushing and feeling the baby’s nose and mouth against my inner walls right before the entire head emerges. A rush of fluid splashes out behind the huge head and my body spasms in shock, my lips tightening around the baby’s neck.
Liam reaches inside me to check for the cord, then guides my hand down to our baby’s head. I see in the mirror that the head is huge and covered in curly dark hair. I bring my other hand down and cup the head as I push to birth the shoulders and body.
I give three hearty pushes to no avail. After the third, Liam brushes my hands away so he can grip the head and gently tug. The pressure in my hips is almost unbearable. “Stuck!” I cry out, wriggling my hips..
“Alright, big baby and small pelvis. We were expecting this.” Liam says, pushing a finger into me by the baby’s shoulder. I cry out as my hole is so sore, but I know that he desperately needs to get the baby out. He adjusts the baby slightly, removes his finger, and pushes my legs back by my feet. “Push. Hard,” He instructs me and I do as he says, anything to relieve the pressure in me. “Grab your ankles and pull back. We need you wide open.” I moan and obey, bearing down as hard as possible. Liam grips our baby’s head and pulls, really pulls, tugging the head back and forth to free the baby.
I’m exhausted and in so much pain that my vision starts to fade out. “Please pull it out! PLEASE! Pull it out of me!” I hear myself begging and screaming but to no avail. “Liam, get this out, please!”
He tugs hard, freeing a shoulder and then the second. I look in the mirror and see my vagina stretched obscenely around the baby’s stomach. I am still screaming and pleading with him to pull it out of me that I don’t realize when the entire baby slides out. My vagina is still spasming painfully and I’m rambling something like “Oh god, you pulled it out. You got it out of me. So much pain,” as he sets the baby on my chest.
“Say hello to our little boy.”
