I was formerly @/lowhangingbelly but I'm moving to this blog because I kinda wanna shift gears as far as content goes and control who's following this account (I made lhb when I was around 19 and there's 2k+ people there so weeding that out would take forever).
I also want to do more involving ocs and artwork when I have the time to. Fics will still be a thing, there's just stuff I wanna do on top of that. I'm also gonna be focusing more on tmpreg content but fpreg will still be a thing.
I guess I can edit this post and add to it when I think of more things to say lol.
Likes:
• Overdue (40-44 weeks but nothing more than that)
• Extreme discomfort (lightning crotch is my favorite thing on the planet)
• Big babies (8+ lbs but nothing over 16)
• Twin pregnancy
• Lopsided/oddly shaped bellies
• Size difference
• Heavy waddling/trouble walking
• Sex to induce labor and sex during labor
• Inconvenient/dangerous birth
• Water bags breaking/leaking/bulging
• Contractions
• Birth denial (not forcing the baby back in, just holding it there for whatever reason until the carrier can push)
• Involuntary pushing
• Fundal pressure
• Quick births (baby's out in one or two pushes/ejection)
• Long births
• Lactation (mainly at the very end of pregnancy and during labor)
Dark Likes (dead dove):
• Non-con/forced pregnancy
• Bondage
• Torture (only for interrogations)
• Stress induced labor (idk if this would be considered dark but ig it depends on the situation)
• Abusive/neglectful partner (mainly verbal, emotional, and mental. physical is fine but only if it's implied without detailed scenes or descriptions of what happened.)
Dislikes:
• Birthing anything non-human (other races like elves and orcs are fine, and I might come around to a/b/o and puppy stuff)
Reblog if you’d rather give yourself papercuts between each of your fingers and then rub hand sanitizer all over your hands than use generative AI to write or draw anything ever
Oh you do not care about bodily autonomy, that’s sad
i most certainly do but I don't mind joking about it with cis dudes because there is 0 chance of their bodily autonomy being taken away through laws which is exactly what they do to people like me esp where i live sooo irdc
One thing I find funny about this fetish is the more I learn about pregnancy and birth, the more I'm amazed that people go through it willingly without giving it much thought. And I don't mean a happily married couple keeping an unplanned baby but there are people going through ALL OF THAT and risk dying for men who couldn't be trusted to take care of a pet rock let alone a baby 😭
SUMMARY: Ava is set on going to a concert she bought tickets for nine months ago. Except that nine months ago, she wasn't heavily pregnant and about to push a baby out any second. Ava is going to a concert she bought tickets for nine months ago, even if it means holding it in.
TAGS: fpreg, birth kink, graphic birth, birth and labor denial, public birth, nsfw, +18 content
A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you had great holidays and a very happy new year to come! Santa has come... Late. But has come! A small gift for you, an story uploaded sometime on August (or July, it's been a long year!) on my Patreon, now free here on Tumblr ;)
I hope you're having a good end to the year, and an even better start. Be safe and happy, and see you next year!
Ava paid, literally, a month's worth of groceries to get the ticket to see Jack Juniper.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, the mass phenomenon of the pop singer decided to launch his most important tour to date. She planned it all carefully: Ava made a virtual wait in line of six hours in the online store, fighting and reloading the page every five minutes to get the bloody tickets for her and her best friend, Jaime.
The occasion deserved a celebration. It wasn't every day that they got to see their favorite artist live —the voice of a generation, the mastermind behind the Point in History Tour, which was, indeed, a point in history, an inflection point in the history of music.
Nine months ago, the outfit Ava planned for the concert made way more sense. Now, nine months later, after a careless night… well, it didn’t fit as nicely.
The outfit had been carefully chosen, taking into consideration every single thing: originality, the color palette, how hot she was gonna look.
Was there gonna be anyone else who could be wearing anything remotely like hers? The tour color theme was red. Not a color Ava wasn’t fond of, not her favorite. It made her feel washed out and pale instead of hot. And she couldn't afford not to be the hottest girl in the waiting line.
A custom tight fit tank top that didn't make it past her belly button, covered in glitter and sparkling jewelry (yes, fake, but the expensive kind of fake) from an indie designer her friends had called obnoxious. Beneath the tank top, a red fishnet top. For the lower body, an obscene mini skirt that showed more skin than it covered and red Demonias with a seven-centimeter platform to finish strong.
Nine months ago. Nine months ago, when she tried the outfit on for the first time, it made sense. It made sense, and she looked hot as fuck in it.
Now, the only thing that fit was the fishnet top. The red mesh stretched precariously over the immensity of her now rounded stomach, a gravid orb that rested in front of her and stretched thin the already cheap fabric.
This wasn't exactly how she pictured it. Ava could feel the strain of her whole outfit. One single wrong movement, and it felt as if everything was going to snap out of place.
The only piece of clothing that didn’t have to go under urgent transformations was the fishnet top. The tank top? She had to buy a new one that would actually fit. One that wouldn't squeeze against her now engorged, sensitive tits, and one that at least aimed to cover something of her stomach. The miniskirt? One of her friends let her borrow a new one that she could actually use and not look like a whale in faux leather.
The only thing she didn't have to change was her makeup look. Still flawless.
Ava finished applying lip gloss, her back screaming in protest as she leaned forward to see herself better in the mirror. Lately, it felt like even just getting her makeup done was a chore. With her whole new
Four hours. Just four more hours, and she was going to be seeing her favorite artist ever, just a few meters away from her. Not just her favorite artist ever, but the best artist ever.
Her parents didn’t understand. Of course, they didn't, but it wasn’t like they had a say on what she did with her own money. She didn’t bust her ass to not use it. It wasn't a surprise when they didn't exactly approve of her going to the concert, well... now. In her last trimester, heavily pregnant and looking like she should be anywhere but a concert.
But Ava saw as one of those babymoons people fawned about. If she had, well, a boyfriend, she probably would have wasted a bunch of money to travel somewhere far away with nice views and outstanding room service to say goodbye to the last moments of freedom before her baby came. But she didn't have no boyfriend. The baby in her gravid stomach was the result of a one-night stand after a night out at the club.
It didn’t bother her. Maybe a bit, at first. With all the nausea and all the slight existential dread about becoming a mother and all the incredibly annoying mood swings. But after a few months, it was as if her body was as resigned as she was about the whole deal and just… accepted it.
When Ava finally could look at herself in the mirror without a whole layer of denial washing over her mind, what she found wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t just the way her tits looked so great and the way her skin glowed. There was something in the way her body was changing, how it was behaving —her hormones were nuts, her brain was a wreck— that would turn her into an uncontrollable mess. There was not a day spent where she was not thinking about fukcing.
Ava had thought that once she started to show, her sex life was going to be like the Sahara. But quite the opposite happened: men were crazy about it. The night spent at bars drinking soda and virgin piña coladas, where her friends would get wasted and she would just sit around, wasn't a waste because she would always leave with someone clinging to her arm.
And now, to think that this — her huge gravid belly, the way she had dropped— could get in the way of enjoying Jack Juniper's concert was ridiculous.
Her mom had been texting her constantly for the past few days. The last time she saw her parents, they wouldn't shut up about how she looked ready to pop. As if Ava didn't have mirrors at her place. As if she didn't spend the last few weeks going through the motions of everyone wanting to get their hands on her, on her massive stomach, to grope at the tender, stretched skin and comment on how low she was carrying now.
Her parents told her she probably should be at home, nesting or whatever bullshit that was, not at some concert filled to the brim with hormonal teenagers. But she wasn't going to miss this.
In the last few days, everyone seemed to have become a midwife. All of them had an opinion on how she had dropped.
She hadn't dropped then.
Now, however. Now she had dropped. Ava turned sideways, staring at herself from head to toe.
She sprayed a ton of glitter hair on one side, another ton on the other side. That was gonna be a nightmare to wash off later. The glitter residues flying in the air landed on the exposed skin of her chest, and she didn't bother to clean them up. Her tits looked great. And lower…
Her stomach hung in front of her, the skin of her underbelly peeking from beneath the strained fabric that worked hard to cover it. If she stared for too long, she was sure she could see past the stretch marks and the raw red of her stomach, and point exactly where the baby was positioned. And if she couldn't see it, she could feel it: a low weight settled on her hips. The past few days, this baby had done nothing but settle on her pelvis and threaten to move down, ready to come out.
Her phone buzzed in the drawer. Jaime's name popped up on the screen, accompanied by the 'I‘m here' text.
Ava's body froze in place as she reached to grab her phone. A numb pain took over her stomach, muscles tensing and forcing her to stop in place, hand extended in the air to reach for her phone, and Ava exhaled a strained breath.
Her free hand moved to press against the side of her stomach: the muscle beneath was rock hard, and Ava shifted her weight from one foot to the other, letting out a small whimper as the pain went away. "God. Braxton Hicks, huh."
The pain finally went away. She checked the time on the wall clock. Texted Jaime to come in. Checked the time again. This was the third or the fourth in the last few hours —she wasn't counting. Or timing them. Or anything because this couldn't be the real deal.
At least not today. Not when she was about to go to the fucking concert of her life. This baby was gonna have to wait.
She finished applying the last of the glitter to the top of her hair as Jaime popped into her bedroom.
“So,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. “Are you ready?”
“Are you ready?”
The greeting was a bit tricky as Jaime leaned in to kiss her cheek. It was already hard to move around Ava's bedroom, even harder to do anything near her without bumping into her gravid stomach. Jaime did a little twirl to show her his outfit: red tank top and red leather jeans. There was a small pang of envy in Ava's stomach at the fact that even Jaime could still
wear a tank top — that he could still show off a flat stomach instead of... well, a nine-month pregnant belly.
“How are they?” Jaime asked, pointing at her stomach.
“Fine. Just coming and going, you know. I didn't bother timing them. They're just irregular.” She shrugged, moving to grab her bag. “They feel like... I don't know, like normal cramps, but really annoying. Don't worry about it, my mom told me that she was in labor for twenty-four hours with me.”
“God damn,” Jaime raised his eyebrows, applying lip gloss in front of the mirror. “Sounds like hell.”
“I'm sure it can wait,” she said. “At least until mommy sees Jack fucking Juniper live.”
Ava sighed, her hand moving to rub over the mound of her stomach, her thumb brushing over the fishnets as she stared down at herself. Her attempt to soothe the taut skin and the tired muscles was in vain, because no matter what she did, she couldn't shake off the discomfort of being so huge, so gravid, so pregnant. Full of a baby that didn't seem to want to make it any easier for her.
If she could, she would have joined Jaime to jump in excitement like a teen. Instead, she had to conform by holding his hands while he jumped and squealed.
This baby was gonna have to wait.
***
Ava didn't remember Jaime's car being this… cramped. It wasn't exactly a minivan for a suburban mom who had to take the kids to soccer practice, but she remembered there were times when they had fit more than four people without a problem.
Now, Ava felt cramped. So cramped. Against Jaime's complaining, she pulled the seat back as far as it went, but still. She felt like she was trapped in the passenger seat, her gravid body wedged against the seating, contorted in the most awkward position. Her hips ached just from sitting down with the weight of her stomach pressing down, legs spread apart to let it hang between her thighs. Ava spent most of the ride switching positions, moving right and left, feeling the sweat build up, feeling as if her outfit was shrinking on her in real time.
She counted three more Braxton Hicks on the way to the stadium.
If she didn't know better, she would have worried. But her eyes were fixated on the car clock every time her stomach tightened and relaxed, never following a pattern, contraction after contraction. Just an irregular and annoying pain that would make her squirm in place.
But if she could still pretend that everything was just fine, then it couldn't be that serious, right? Just Braxton Hicks. Practice ones. The real deal wasn't it yet.
Her mom said that she would know when a real contraction hit.
They were approaching the stadium when Jaime turned down the radio.
All they could see in front of them was a huge line of cars. After that, already piling up at the outside of the stadium, crowds of people buzzing with excitement, the faint sounds of their commotion.
“Shit.” Ava sighed, hips shifting on her seat. Now we gotta find somewhere to park."
She wasn't sure if the swearing was because of the prospect of waiting or because of the way she felt like she couldn't sit still for much longer. Ava spread her legs even further, letting out a breath as she rubbed the side of her stomach, trying to soothe the throb. There was pressure. A lot of pressure. It was getting harder and harder to just sit still, pressure building up in her pelvis and forcing her to shift her hips, trying to lift them from the seat, trying to escape the feeling of the baby's head moving lower.
She still had time. She still had time. She still had time.
As they got closer, she realized that actually there weren't as many people as they thought. They had decided to try and come as early as possible to get the best view possible, it wasn't like they weren't expecting people to show up at a massive show, but the decision of coming early was made nine months ago by normal Ava and not heavily pregnant Ava.
Just the idea of sliding in there, surrounded by crowds of people, bodies and hands bumping around her and her stomach, the claustrophobic heat of people, it wasn't exactly a dream.
Ava held her breath when her stomach tensed. She shifted on her seat, one of her hands moving to press against her stomach, sliding towards her underbelly to lift slightly, and she gripped at the seat. She looked down to see the taut, tense skin under the red fishnets moving and contracting, and she swallowed.
Just breathe. She just had to breathe. Her thumb started to brush soothing circles on her underbelly, trying to keep her breathing steady as she pretended to look outside the window. The pain didn't go away immediately, as she expected. Which could mean nothing. Because she was still having just Braxton Hicks.
“You good?” Jaime asked, eyes looking away from the road for a split second.
“Yeah. Just… another cramp.”
“Still Braxton Hicks, right?”
Yeah. Yes. Of course. What else would it be? On this day, at this moment, Ava was not going to allow anything else but Braxton Hicks. She wasn't having this baby today. Not before the bloody show.
“Yeah. Just…” she squirmed again, letting out an exhale. “It's hot in here.”
By the time Jaime finally found a parking spot, the pain in her stomach had disappeared, leaving behind just the uncomfortable feeling of being full. The engine turned off just as Ava realized how tense she was. Her whole body was stiff, shoulders tense and jaw taut as her hand rested protectively over her stomach, the weight of her stomach pressing down on her closed legs —she didn't even realize when she pressed them together, almost as if she didn't even realize she was trying to keep something in.
God, all of this was becoming so uncomfortable. If she spent one more minute inside this car, she was going to explode. Ava swallowed, checked her reflection in the rearview mirror, and pretended to fix her hair. She looked like someone who was about to pop.
Ava exhaled any kind of thought about that when Jaime slid out of the car. With a groan, she did the same. One of her hands moved to grip the open door, and the other to support the underside of her stomach. One, two, three and… fucking up.
God, even that was tiring. She missed the point where all the mundane became almost impossible. It never felt any easier to get used to carrying all that extra weight.
The door closed behind her with a thud, one of her hands still holding her stomach for support as her body protested from the stiff muscles after sitting down. Ava turned around to stare at herself in the reflection of the window glass. She forced herself to wipe off the frown on her face and breathe out.
Her stomach went taut.
“Oh,” Ava gasped, eyes going wide shut as she stared at her own reflection. “Oh. Ugh…fuck.”
She leaned forward, using one of her hands to hold the car ceiling, leaning her weight into it. Her fingertips pressed against the warm metal, staring at her face bending into a grimace as the hardening on her stomach turned into a sharp pain taking over her middle. Shit. Ava swallowed, trying to keep her breathing as even as possible, as Jaime checked his phone next to her. This wasn't happening. She wasn't about to go into fucking full-blown labor.
Jaime said something, some complaining about the people or the heat or the waiting line. Ava nodded. She wasn't really listening.
Her mother's words echoed in her head: she would know when a contraction hit. And this was a contraction. And the only thing she could do right now was pray this baby would wait.
***
It turned out that being heavily pregnant in the middle of one of the most crowded events of the year did have some benefits.
She could feel the weight of people's stares on them —on her— as they walked past the people. The way they looked at Jaime, then at her, then lower: eyes stopping at the sight of her massive middle, going wide at the huge stomach wrapped in red fishnets, barely contained by the tiniest tank top. They stared at the way she couldn't stand fully straight, as if her own weight was crumbling her down, how she looked a bit too tight, a bit too pregnant.
She could feel her face heat up when she thought that they thought how she looked was just a few steps away from having that baby fall out of her.
Which, technically, wasn't exactly not true.
The benefits? Yeah, that the people who weren't total assholes would let them skip in line. Jaime was delighted when the people in front of them started to move, clearing the way to let them get ahead, and he wrapped his arm around hers and dragged her forward, too fast, too eager, enough to make her wince at the sole movement.
They didn't get exactly next to the door, but close enough. Just thinking about the walk back to the car afterwards, tho, felt like hell. Her feet were killing her already.
If she did make it to the end of this concert.
Because even when they were just next to the door, just a few hours away from the gates opening and with time passing as quickly as it could —and Ava would know, because she was checking the time every few minutes— she couldn't force a smile on her face. Not when the discomfort was growing by the second she stood there, when she couldn't shake off the idea that people were staring at her, at her gravid body as the contractions that would take over her stomach were now settling into a pattern, slowly but surely.
A pattern that started as a few sharp pains on her stomach, to a throb on her lower back that would travel to her hips and force her to squirm in place, her hands wrapping around the base of her stomach as she rubbed the taut skin, feeling the weight of the baby inside moving lower. She was sure that her lipstick looked gross because of how much she had been biting her lips.
The cramps were innocuous, harmless enough to let Ava force herself to believe that they were just the result of being standing there under the sun and surrounded by a crowd, to let her believe that she could make it. That she still was in to enjoy the night of her life. Enough to pretend in front of Jaime that everything was ok, to bite her lip and suck her breath every time the pain would take over, biting back whimpers.
Ava shifted, one of her hands gripping her bag and the other moving to rest on her lower back. She exhaled, feeling the weight of her stomach in front of her pulling her forward, and her fingers pressed in against the sore muscles of her back. The baby felt low. Low enough that it was starting to get more and more and more annoying to just stand. No matter how much she shifted or changed her weight from one foot to another, her legs always ended up forced spread open and her back arched, belly protruding forwards.
Every time she would become slightly aware of her body, Ava could feel the weight of the baby deeply nestled on her hips, and it felt as if it was slowly moving. Shifting, moving down. And she hated how slowly, but surely, the thought of pushing was nagging at the back of her mind.
The feeling that was starting to buzz in her stomach wasn't a contraction; it was the certainty that her body was telling her she was going to need to start pushing soon.
But her water hadn't broken yet, and of course, it all —the contractions, the pressure—could be nothing. Nothing but the strain of being this pregnant in this heat, standing for hours on end. She could have brought one of those pathetic folding chairs if she didn't insist on pretending, pretty much, that she wasn't a beached whale.
A drop of sweat moved down her neck towards her chest, losing itself on her cleavage. Once again, Ava hadn't realized how tense she was. How tightly she was carrying herself. As if she relaxed just for a second, her whole body would give in.
Ava breathed in, and her stomach shifted in front of her as she exhaled. She swallowed. Looked around.
People kept shooting looks at her, not at her, but at her body— at the low-hanging massive stomach in front of her, at the way her legs were slowly but surely getting forced apart in the past few hours as the baby's head descended in her pelvis.
She forced herself to stand straight, body screaming under the stiffness of her new position.
“Jaime,” she called, nails gripping at the hem of her bag.
A sharp pain took over her stomach, stealing the words straight from her lips. She sucked in a breath, biting the inside of her mouth to not fucking lose it. Shit. Shit. Shit. She breathed out, slowly, a low hum in her throat threatening to become a pathetic whimper as the muscles of her stomach cramped.
Thank god Jaime was too busy scrolling on his phone. If he wasn't, if he was paying any attention at her, Ava was sure that she would have crumbled and would have spitted out that she was in fucking labor and that they needed to go now if he diodn¡'t wanted her to have this baby in his car.
But Jaime's eyes remained fixed on his phone, and that split second that Ava had to relax the muscles of her face and pretend the head of the baby wasn't moving lower on her birth canal was enough to make up her mind. She wasn't going to miss this concert.
“Mhm?” he finally looked up. “You good?”
“Yes. Yeah,” Ava hissed through gritted teeth, looking away. “What time is it?”
“Ten past seven,” he sighed. “God, this is taking forever. But I mean, it's just two more hours."
“Just two more hours,” Ava repeated, nodding, forcing a smile onto her face.
Jaime raised his eyebrows at the suddenly positive output of his friends. Positive wasn't exactly the word she would use, more like hopeful. Hope that this baby will wait. That she could hold it in. She wasn't so sure.
***
The sun was starting to settle when Ava realized that she fucked up.
While the mosquitoes bit the exposed skin of their bodies and the excited murmur of the crowd started to die, Ava fucking despised how now suddenly they were quiet. That everyone was quietly busy on their phones. When she could have used some noise. Anything that could mask the way her breath turned into involuntary gasps each time a contraction would take over her. Contractions. Because she was having contractions— not cramps, contractions.
Ava realized she fucked up now, when her contractions were coming too fast, too soon, too consistent. Ava realized that her moment to quit was like... an hour ago.
She was becoming increasingly… desperate. That was the word: desperation. Desperation was slowly settling like a stone in the middle of her chest. She was desperate. Desperate for the stupid stadium to finally open the gates. Desperate they could get inside and see the fucking show start. Desperate to slide off these tight clothes. Desperate to be able to hold this baby in until the end. God, to think that she laughed when her mother talked about it, and now she was desperate to have a long labor. Maybe that meant that this baby would wait as much as he needed to.
It didn't feel like it. She could barely stand straight now, almost bent over herself, hands gripping at both sides of her stomach, the feeling of the head of the baby so, so low. It couldn't be right, could it? This whole thing was supposed to be slower. She read somewhere that first-time moms usually had long labors. This whole thing was supposed to let her enjoy the last moment of freedom she had before becoming a full-time mother.
“You sure you're good? You look kinda pale."
Jaime's voice snapped her out of her misery for a moment. She realized how bad she looked: almost hugging her stomach, legs spread awkwardly, and face twisted in a strained scowl.
“Yeah,” Ava lied, fixing herself. “Just…”
She looked around. It felt as if the crowd of people were closing around them. Her eyes were jumping from the people around her to the security to anything that could help her in this moment until they landed on the public restrooms, the plastic green cubicles that stood near the waiting line.
Just by looking at them, she could smell them. But there were no waiting lines there.
“I gotta use the bathroom,” she said, pointing at the porta-potty with her head. “Hold my things for a moment.”
As she handed Jaime her bag, he grimaced.
“You sure you can't hold it in?” He said, “I don't know if I would trust those bathrooms.”
Funny. She almost laughed at his choice of words. She wasn't sure she could hold it in; that was kinda the whole deal.
The pain of the contraction taking over her stomach didn't let her reply. Ava tightened her jaw, eyes focused on a point behind Jaime before she looked away, letting out a quiet groan as her fingers dug at the base of her stomach, nails scraping at the fishnet fabric.
“No, I can't-” she exhaled, shaking her head. “I really gotta go. I'll be back.”
Before Jaime could reply, Ava was already turning around. It felt almost impossible to walk as the explosion of pain took over her middle like thunder, each step was hell as she forced herself to walk through it. Her stomach was rock hard beneath the palms of her hands as Ava bit her lip. There was a scream trapped at the back of her throat as she kept taking slow and steady steps towards the bathroom stall.
“Fuck,” she hissed, eyes focused on the plastic stall. “Fuck, please, just…”
She wasn't sure exactly who she was talking to. If god or her body or the baby inside of her, but she was ready to thank all the heavens when she finally managed to get to the door and open it. Her stomach was still rock hard as Ava barged herSelf inside the claustrophobic space, the smell of cheap soap and something else—something more disgusting—almost made her gag.
She barely managed to turn around and lock the door with the very not trustworthy-looking plastic latch. The first thing she did as soon as the door was secure was to let out a loud whimper, her hands reaching the door to keep herself steady. Ava's legs trembled, and she leaned forward, her stomach hanging beneath her in the cramped space.
“Ughn…” she moaned, knuckles turning white as he gripped the door handle, resting her forehead against her arm. “Shit. No, please no…”
The contraction didn't go away. Ava was too aware of everything, of the pain in her middle, the smell and the heat and the feeling of the baby so, so low inside of her, the way she could barely fit inside the stupid confined space without her stomach hitting something each time she tried to move or—
a gush of water trickled from between her legs.
Her eyes snapped open. Ava lifted her forehead from her arm to look between her legs, staring at the growing puddle of amniotic fluid forming at her feet. Her boots were slowly getting covered in drops of liquid. Thank god for the stupid skirt.
“Ughn, no! I can't believe–" Ava breathed, eyes still staring in disbelief between her feet. “Shit. Holy shit. My fucking water just broke...”
A long whimper escaped her lips as the contraction finally went away, water still leaking from between her legs. God, this baby was coming.
One of her hands slid beneath the fabric of her skirt, lifting the fabric up as she pressed her fingers against the fabric of her soaked panties. The fabric stuck to her skin, and god, she couldn't catch a breath, could she?
Fuck. She couldn't stay like this. Thank god she wasn't wearing pants, she couldn't have dissimulated the wet spot on her groin.
Ava managed to move backwards in the minuscule space, hitting the toilet, and lifted her skirt up, enough to reach for her wet panties and pull them down, squirming with a gasp to try and get out of them. She couldn't keep them on.
“Shit…” she breathed, one hand gripping at the door as she leaned forward to take her own panties off. “Ugh…”
It was hard to do anything with that stomach getting in the way, even worse in the minuscule square she was in. She had to focus. She had to control herself because, right now, she had worse things to worry about.
She stared at her underwear for a second: red, nice, pretty lace covered in amniotic fluid. She threw them in the trash can.
Fuck. Another whimper escaped Ava's mouth, not because of a contraction, but because of the sudden discomfort that washed over her. It all felt wrong. From the way her sensitive tits were trapped against the tight fabric of her tank top, to the scratchy feeling of the fishnets over the taut skin of her contracting stomach, to the restrictive feeling of the miniskirt, the way the fabric clung to her hips. It was all too much. The feeling of the baby's head moving lower on her birth canal, threatening to split her pussy open was too much.
Someone knocked on the other side of the door.
Ava panted. She brushed the sweat off her face with the back of her hands and carefully stepped out. She didn't look back when the next person went in, but she did hear when they walked out immediately and moved to the next stall.
She swore people were staring at her as she made her way back to the line. She wondered if it was because of the way her walk had turned into a pathetic waddling, or because of the way her stomach seemed to get even lower in the past few hours, or because, somehow, they knew she was trying to hold this baby in. Trying to drive her mind away from the need to push that was starting to creep into her mind.
***
Ava stared at the time on her phone. Then, at the gates in front of them. Then back at her phone.
Just twenty minutes. They were just twenty minutes until they opened the doors, just twenty minutes away from the hundreds of people waiting out there, going into the stadium like animals following the smell of blood.
She wasn't sure what exactly was what made her still stand there, next to Jaime, with her legs pressed together —as much as she could actually close them— trying to pretend that her contractions weren't coming one almost behind the other now, trying to remain as quiet as possible each time her stomach tensed, each time the baby inside of her moved down. If it was the need to prove something to someone, or just the pure need to prove it to herself, that this baby was not going to ruin the night for her. The pure stubbornness to try and bend biology and her own body to show it who was the boss— because the boss wanted to go to this stupid concert she waited nine fucking months to go to.
Or maybe it was the idea that if she pretended it wasn't happening, then it wasn't. If she tried to ignore the contractions, then maybe the baby wouldn't keep moving lower. Then maybe she wouldn't feel the urge to push.
If she ignored the way the baby of the head was moving down her birth canal, the massive weight that was forcing her to spread her legs open, then it wouldn't happen that it would finally reach her pussy and force her to bear down and crown.
But Ava was set on holding this baby in. As much as she could. She was sure that if she reached between her legs, if she slid her fingers past the tight fabric of her skirt and towards her naked pussy, she wouldn't find that she was dilated enough to start pushing. That couldn't be, at all. Not before Jack Juniper.
One of the gates opened. Ava felt her whole body tremble with adrenaline —or it might as well have been just the strain of trying to stop the baby from moving down— and her eyes went wide as she stared at one of the security people coming out. Then, they closed the door behind them.
The crowd let out a sigh behind her. In front of her, Jaime muttered something that soudned like I cant fucking belive it. She wasn't quite listening.
All of her focus was on the contraction that was taking over her stomach right now. She was sure that if anyone would turn and look at her, they would have realized there was something fundamentally wrong with the heavily pregnant woman in the line. They would have realized that she looked like a woman right about to push a baby right there any minute.
“God, not now…” she muttered to herself. “Please. Not. Now. Just wait.”
She closed her eyes. Breathed in. Her fingers gripped at the base of her contracting stomach, teeth sinking on her lips as she buried a long moan at the back of her throat.
She could wait twenty minutes.
***
Ten minutes. Just ten minutes. That only meant two sets of five minutes each, and even less, four sets of two and a half minutes. Nothing at all.
Except that now Ava was fighting with claws and teeth, the urge to push. Urge, not warning. Ava was long past the warning.
Her body wasn't gently and lovingly encouraging her to push. It was screaming at her that this baby was coming whether she liked it or not, and it was coming soon.
Soon? Now.
It felt as if her stomach was just going through one big contraction, the muscles tense and the skin taut under her hands. And the pressure. God, there was so much pressure and Ava could barely stand straight without feeling like this baby was just about to fall right out of her.
She was trying so hard to just hold it in. She just…she just had to not push. Hold it in. Keep this damn baby in until the stupid concert finished. Rather an ambitious goal.
Specially when she was sure that if she slid her fingers past the tight fabric of her skirt and towards her naked pussy, if she slid a finger inside of her, she would feel the top of the head right behind her pussy lips, bulging her pussy as it moved down against her will. That was how close this baby felt.
But that couldn't happen before this stupid concert, could it?
It felt like it really didn't matter what she wanted, because her body was making all the choices. Because her body was still pushing even when she pressed her legs so tightly close together, and this baby was moving lower and lower.
And she had to push. She was praying to every single god she could remember to please just open the fucking gates.
***
Five minutes felt like an eternity when you're trying not to push a baby out. But there she was, still standing.
Wasn't there a song that went like that? Fuck. Ava was forcing her brain to scatter itself everywhere, anywhere. To focus on anything, from the impatient chanting of the people surrounding her to the way the stars looked, to the sounds coming from inside the stadium, anything but the feeling of the pressure growing between her legs.
And still, beneath all that, the urge to push was the last thing her mind landed on. That and the feeling that she couldn't stand straight anymore.
If the situation were different, the sounds of the faint music coming from inside would have made her jump in excitement and scream like everyone else, but now.
Now Ava could feel herself leaning forward, her thighs trembling as her eyes went wide. She was pushing. She could feel her body pushing and forcing the baby down. Fuck. Fuck. God fucking no she was pushing.
It was primal, desperate, and there was nothing Ava could do to stop it. Not when she couldn't even keep her legs pressed together to keep the baby from moving any lower. She just couldn't hold it in any longer.
A low groan escaped her throat as Ava gritted her teeth, one of her hands gripping the base of her stomach and digging her nails into the tense muscle. The other, in a desperate movement, reached forward to grip Jaime's arm.
The boy startled, turning to face Ava. For a moment, his eyes landed on Ava's face, and she could see the exact moment when he actually processed what he was seeing.
“You feeling good?” Jaime asked, tentatively.
Did she look fucking good?
“Jaime,” Ava breathed, fingers tightening around Jaime's forearm. Her words were clipped and tight, the pain barely letting her speak. “Listen, I– fuck, Jaime…god. My water broke.”
Jaime's eyes went wide open. Then, his face contorted in panic as he looked down at the floor.
“No, not- ughn…not now. Earlier. In the bathroom,” Ava moaned, letting out an exhale. “I… fuck, I'm in labor.”
Well, admitting it out loud didn't feel like she expected. It didn't make anything better. It didn't make the feeling of the head starting to spread her pussy lips open go away.
“Right now!?”
“Yes, right fucking now. Be quiet.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Should we… we gotta go.”
Yeah, that would have been the sensible thing to do. An hour ago.
“No, fuck no.” Ava shook her head, huffing out another breath. “I just- I can hold it in. I just gotta relax. They're about to open the doors anytime now-”
Jaime looked at her, then looked at his phone and the gates in front of them. Ava's hand was still gripping his forearm, and she was leaning her weight against him. Well, she did look like someone who needed to relax. Preferably in a hospital bed with an epidural.
“I gotta try,” the girl whined, trying to stand straight. “I just…gotta try. We're getting in soon.”
She just had to try. God, she wanted to try. But her body clearly had other plans.
She was pushing. Against her desire not to believe it, under the disbelief in Jamie's eyes, she was pushing.
Ava bit her lip, fingers tightening around Jaime's arm. Her face was blank, her eyes focused on a point behind her friend, and her lower lip as she tried to focus. On fighting against the way her body was forcing this baby down her birth canal, each movement of her body felt like it was forcing the head down, forcing it out.
Shit. This baby was coming.
“Oh god…” Ava muttered, a low whimper escaping her lips. “Oh god. Fuck me. Please not now..”
Jaime still stared at her, eyes wide and going from her to the rest of the crowd.
Shame. Shame was one of the things she felt. Shame of having a baby about to crown between her legs. Of being here, just a few seconds away from pushing her baby out in front of this crowd of strangers, just a few seconds from not filling a lifelong dream of, well, going to this stupid concert.
“Ava-.”
“Jaime,” she interrupted him. “Just- don't -.”
She tried to force something that made sense out of her mouth, something that could still be a battle cry about how she wasn't about to give in, to just bear down and push. But she couldn't speak. She couldn't speak, and before she realized she was gripping Jaime's arm and slowly lowering her body, her legs trembling as they gave in, Ava lowered herself into a half squat.
She moaned. She didn't intend to, but she did, letting escape past her lips a loud, pitiful moan she couldn't control.
She was pushing.
“No, no, no!” She whimpered, shaking her head no as her legs trembled. “Oh, god, no!”
Both because indeed, her body was pushing, and she could feel the head moving lower, starting to to split her pussy lips open, and because security finally was opening the stupid gates.
A loud cry escaped her lips when she finally pushed. Against her will, but she pushed. In all of the places, in all of the moments in this day that this could happen, it was right before she was seconds away from fucking getting into the concert that she waited probably, her whole life for.
She was so close. So close to getting in. But she could feel her pussy stretching open around the head of the baby.
She pushed — she couldn’t help it. Her eyes shut as her stomach contracted. She squatted lower, the muscles of her legs on fire as her skirt rode up and her body contorted. Ava could feel the air hitting the exposed skin of her pussy and her thighs, wet by the burst of amniotic fluid that escaped her. She could feel the head moving lower, the mass splitting her pussy open, her lips stretching around the rounded shape. With her effort, the head moved down fast.
“Ughnn, it’s coming!” Ava moaned, legs trembling as the head started to crown between her legs. “Fuck, it’s coming out, now! Jaime, I- owghn. I can’t hold it in!”
Almost as if her body was only waiting for her cooperation to get this baby out. It all was happening too fast, the head splitting her open, a ball of black hair covered in fluids peeking from her bulging pussy lips.
Around her, the people were rushing in. Running past them to get inside the open gates of the stadium. A few small groups of people were, as she feared, staring. If Ava looked up, she was sure she would see the horrified looks of people on her: at the tense, gravid stomach hanging in front of her, at her squatting in front of the open gates in the middle of a concert, with a baby about to crown between her legs.
Some people watched, fascinated by the horror of seeing this woman giving birth right there. Others had pulled their smartphones out and were filming. Most of them were still running inside, waves of people trying to get in. They were supposed to be one of them. But she was giving birth.
“Argh!” Ava whimpered, shaking her head. “Oh, god, the head–” she bit her lips, legs trembling as she pushed again. “The head’s coming out…! It burns!”
She pushed. One of the biggest contractions yet took over her as Jaime shouted at security people that were coming their way —probably something about calling 911— but Ava was too focused on pushing. The head crowned with a gush between her legs, poking from beneath her skirt. She was crowing, her pussy stretching open around the head. God, she couldn’t believe she was giving birth now.
“Please, no, no, no..!” Ava cried, hissing as the head of her baby dangled between her legs. “Ughn…!”
Inside the stadium, people were screaming. Shouting, singing, lost in the wave of excitement as the show started. Outside, right there, Ava was screaming as she let go of Jaime’s arm to move to catch the baby that slid out of her with a gush.
As the baby started to bawl in her arms, she could hear the people inside the stadium shouting. It sounded like they were having the time of their lives.
do you think you could do a domestic and fluffy overdue pregnancy with a very worried partner? not dramatically overdue just maybe a week or so, with twins? I really liked get it out and I need inspo : )
((This one took ages to finish but MERRY CHRISTMAS (to those who celebrate it)!!! Thanks for being so patient with me it truly does mean a lot :') This is a long one but y'all are gonna like it!))
CW: Sex during labor, rapid birth, unplanned home birth
Nate groaned at all of the pressure in his lower body. The twins that strained his womb were pressing on everything, including his bladder that felt like it would explode if he didn't get up to relieve himself but at the same time, he didn't want to be untangled from the thick, hairy arm that was wrapped around his middle. As much as he wished to stay, he knew that any wetness in the bed would lead to all hell breaking loose with Alex thinking he was in labor and refusing to believe otherwise.
As expected, Alex's arm tightened around his belly when he felt his husband inching his way towards the edge of the bed, stopping him in his tracks. Nate sighed but smiled at the feeling of warm lips pressing against the nape of his neck while Alex's large hand rolled all over his swell in large, slow motions.
"Where you goin'?" He drawled out, sleep so heavy in his voice Nate could barely make out what was asked.
"I'm just going to the bathroom, unless you'd prefer it if I wet the bed?" Before he could finish his question, Alex was removing the sheets and rolling off his side of the bed. "Alex, I can do this on my own. Go back to bed."
He waved him off as he lumbered his way to the other side of the bed. "Just because you can doesn't mean you should."
That saying was used against him like clockwork at the end of his pregnancy.
"But you have work in the morning."
"It's just one meeting and I'll be back home in a few hours. Come on, big guy."
Despite his annoyance, Nate didn't reject the assistance at all and wrapped an arm around Alex's neck with the other cradling his firm belly. A pop in his hip had Nate hissing as he was dragged up to his feet faster than expected. The babies jostled around with what little space they had left to occupy and Alex paused when a moan escaped his throat as the full weight of the twins in his pelvis made him want to lay back down.
"Too fast?"
Nate needed a few seconds to breathe and blink through the intense pressure behind his opening. The only response he could manage was a nod as the babies shifted into new positions now that he was on his swollen feet. At five months pregnant, it was cute and endearing to feel them flip around but now at a week past his due date, they'd grown so big everything was beginning to feel unnatural. And Nate swore he could feel the frustration in their movements as well. All three of them were done with this pregnancy.
He ached and sometimes contracted when they moved due to the sheer size that was partly from being overdue and mostly from his husband being so damn huge. Alex warned him that his babies would be hard to handle when Nate finally decided to take the challenge of carrying his kids. It was a warning he never took seriously until he looked ready to give birth at the end of his second trimester.
Unconsciously, he began to rock his hips as Alex kneaded his drum-tight belly. He thanked every god above that he'd gotten knocked up by such an attentive, loving man. He barely had to ask which places needed to be massaged or rubbed. By now, Alex could read his body and tell exactly where his strong hands were needed. And if Nate just needed an anchor to hold on to through the pain much like he was now, he was great for that too.
A head settled right behind his cervix as the lower baby turned and shifted downward. Nate took an experimental step forward and felt it fall further into place as the babe higher up pushed down on the first. He gasped at the sudden and intense increase in pressure, leading Alex to turn him around and squeeze his hips for counter pressure until he felt Nate relax under his hands with a groan.
"Ugh… head's fat like yours." Sighed Nate as he straightened himself up with his back to Alex's chest.
He could feel the rumbling of a quiet chuckle against his back. "You don't mind my fat head when it's between your legs."
Nate laughed as Alex planted a series of playful kisses all around the side of his face and neck before batting him away. Alex remained next to the bed as he watched Nate carefully waddle to the bathroom. Walking him there is something he would've done himself if he knew Nate wouldn't snap, saying his legs weren't broken and he didn't need help getting around but he for sure couldn't get off the toilet on his own anymore.
Come morning, Alex was grateful for how heavily Nate slept this late in his pregnancy. A conversation the day before about what he'd do while Alex was at the mandatory meeting included Nate gushing about the breakfast he planned to whip up once he was able to get out of bed. A stack of three pancakes with strawberries and bananas and warm maple syrup drizzled over the top. Scrambled eggs, grits, and a few biscuits on the side made up the rest of the meal that sat on a tray Alex was carrying to the bedroom. He didn't want to wake Nate –even though he was usually up from the twins roused and stretching out in the confines of his tight womb– but wanted him to have the option of eating his food while it was still hot.
He fully expected the scoff that left Nate after he was gently shaken with the smell of the food so close hitting him the moment he opened his eyes. "You just can't let me do anything, can you?"
"Nope." Alex quipped as he set two glasses of water and orange juice on the night stand. A small kiss was planted on the pregnant man's forehead before he bent down to place two on his belly. "I won't be too long."
The very second he walked away, Nate began longing for him. Mornings were usually spent with Alex's arm cradling the massive belly he'd gifted his husband while peppering him with kisses until Nate grew annoyed. Now he was annoyed that it wasn't happening this morning, but he was sure there would…
A pinch on his cervix made him gasp and grip the base of his belly. He didn't say anything, but he'd been having spaced out contractions since the previous afternoon. Alex made a comment on how his belly was more lopsided and lower than usual. It was hanging when he got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and even lower this morning. Every contraction, no matter how small, forced more pressure into his pelvis as his babies were shoved towards their only exit.
This one, however, flipped that natural switch in his brain that told him this might be real labor. When he dug his fists into the sheets and leaned forward on them, he lifted his hips to lessen the pressure but that only made him realize how full his bottom felt. He recalled the article that said that fullness along with the need to run to the bathroom was normal and it meant nothing more than the head of the baby preparing for birth. He was suddenly grateful for the hours upon hours of content he and Alex had consumed on pregnancy and childbirth but wished there were other options for alleviating the pressure without popping the babies out.
After the contraction subsided, Nate made quick work of the more than delightful breakfast that was left on the bed. Instinct kicked in when the meal was finished and he was struck with the urge to clean. Within two hours he'd done everything from vacuuming and mopping the floors to wiping down all the countertops to clearing dust off their fans to finally rearranging things in the nursery. All while stopping for the contractions that were present enough to make him pause and rock his hips but not frequent enough to make him worry about rushing to the hospital.
He suddenly decided he needed a bit of sunlight and hauled himself outside to grab the mail. By now the strain was exaggerated in his walk. The engaged head of their first kept his legs apart with one hand digging into his back and the other cupping the underside of his belly. His entire body swayed from side to side as he leaned back from the weight in the front dragging him down.
By the time he reached the brick mailbox, another contraction was adding pressure to his hips. With his fingers digging in to his underbelly, he pressed up against the lowest baby to get the weight off his cervix even a little bit, but it proved useless. The pain came with an intense ache in his lower back that had him leaning heavily against the mailbox with both hands now aggressively rubbing his back.
He breathed deeply as he and Alex had practiced together many times but the contraction suddenly built up to a lightning bolt of pain in his lower back and belly that made him gasp. He was just grateful that none of their neighbors were around to see him nearly in labor against the mailbox. Even though birth still felt far away, he told himself to grab the mail and waddle back to the house. Before he could do that, his phone began to vibrate. It was Alex.
Nate released a deep breath and focused on evening out his voice as he answered. "Alex?"
"You look like you're about to have my babies on the driveway."
"What?" With a furrowed brow he lowered the phone and looked around for any sign of Alex's SUV. Then he remembered. Just above the garage in the corner was a motion activated camera that had been aimed at him the whole time. As soon as it sensed movement, a live feed was sent straight to their phones. With his notifications for it turned off, Nate forgot it even existed. "You can't be serious…"
"Go back inside, please."
"I'm getting the mail, not cutting the damn grass. And shouldn't you be in a meeting?" Nate asked as he grabbed the mail and began his trek back towards the house.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Alex…"
"I stepped out to use the restroom when I got pinged and saw you ready to collapse next to the mailbox."
"Just a little back pain." Nate muttered.
He was now huffing as he waddled back up the driveway. He didn't want to say it to Alex but he was right about going back to the bed. The head was so low that sitting was no longer an option and he was longing for a pillow under his belly with two stacked between his legs to help with the pressure…
But the living room still needed to be tidied.
"Go lay down. I can finish up whatever else needs to be done when I get home in a bit." Alex knew the nesting was natural and unavoidable but the way Nate was waddling had him worried that he might lose his balance and hurt the three of them.
"Yeah. Sure. I'll do that."
He could hear his husband's sigh of defeat on the other end. "Just don't hurt yourself. I'll be home in a couple hours."
Nate returned to the house and cleaned until his hips begged for rest but the tightness in his back kept him up and moving. He decided to wait for his husband in the kitchen and brace himself on the countertops as contractions rolled through. Twenty minutes of pacing and moaning passed before the unmistakable sound of the garage door going up was heard just as a contraction was releasing him.
"Thought I told you to lay down." Said Alex as he set his laptop bag down on the counter.
"Well, hello to you too." Nate sneered. Alex closed the gap between two of them and as soon as he was within reach, the larger man's hands went straight to his stuffed belly before he leaned down for a slow kiss.
"Hi." Alex huffed after pulling away. "How you feelin'?"
"Like your kids are about to fall out of me. They're so much lower than they were yesterday." Nate sighed and cradled his belly to emphasise his discomfort. "And contractions are getting a bit closer than last night too."
"How close?"
"About six minutes."
He hummed in response. "Do you need me to check?"
Nate winced at the question. He was uncomfortable enough without Alex poking around up there but he felt like he should be at five by now. Confirmation would be helpful for sure.
"Yeah, let's do it."
After bracing himself on the counter, Nate pulled his pants down just enough for a hand to slip through. As expected, the moment Alex's fat fingers brushed his cervix, his womb seized. A whimper escaped him and Alex brought the other hand around the underside of his belly and kneaded the reddened skin struggling to contain his load.
"I know, baby." He whispered with his lips on Nate's shoulder as he measured his progress.
"C-can you feel my bag? Aaaahhhhh…"
Alex frowned and shook his head. "No. You're barely open down there."
"You have to be fucking kidding me." Nate exhaled as the fingers left his hole.
"But you think this is it? Are they ready?"
"It has to be. They've been ready."
Only they weren't.
He was proven wrong when three days passed with Nate feeling closer to birth with each passing hour. Contractions would space out as soon as they got close enough for him to think they were serious. They went to the hospital twice with Nate nearly having an emotional meltdown in the car when they were sent home the second time. Despite his cervix growing weak from the pressure of the head pressing on it and his pained pleas for help, they were told by multiple doctors that his cervix wasn't open enough for him to possibly feel that close. And with the birth ward as busy as it was, they were advised not to return until Nate's water broke. Alex made sure to submit a complaint to HR as he watched Nate grow increasingly stressed by the prolonged labor.
The head of their first baby was wedged deep down in the bowl of his pelvis and kept his legs spread wide. Nate swore he could feel it getting bigger between his legs every day and as a result, he couldn't do anything on his own without a stabbing pain in his crotch.
Alex didn't mind the fact that Nate had become dependent on him for everything, more than he had been for the past ten months. That dependance mostly consisted of Alex helping him limp to the bathroom to shower and relieve himself before hauling him back to bed with every meal being brought to him. The princess treatment would have been far more enjoyable had Nate not felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode.
Three days in, he started doing everything he could to induce labor naturally. Castor oil, yoga ball, spicy food, curb walking. Nothing worked. Nate suggested sex multiple times but Alex was adamant about not hurting him or the babies with his size. The only thing that changed his mind was four days after the pains started when he came home from the grocery store to the sound of Nate weeping in their bedroom. The protective husband in him dropped the bags and bolted across the house, fully prepared for the worst.
But all he saw was Nate laying on his side with three pillows stacked between his legs. He cried with wiggling hips and a hand pressing upward on his rear. Alex ran over to the side of the bed and began feeling around his overwhelmed womb.
"Love, what's wrong? What are you feeling?"
"It's on something!" He yelped out as his hips jerked in agony. "It's sitting on something, Alex. Oh, GOD it hurts! Fuck!"
"Where's the pain?"
"Everywhere. I don't know. God, I don't know I just need it to move. It needs to move now!"
Alex's hands hovered over where the lowest baby sat heavy at the bottom of his belly. When he pressed against the bulk Nate cried out as the motion only pushed the babe further down onto whatever nerve or bone it was resting on. With a gasp and a pang of guilt, Alex went from pressing on his lower belly to rubbing the stretch marked skin. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my love."
"Alex, I need it. I need it now, please!" Nate cried out as he pulled himself about with his arms as if he were trying to drag himself away from the pain. His legs were utterly useless at this point and had been for about a day now. Miserable was an understatement. It was down right intolerable. "I'm tired, I can't walk, I can hardly breathe, babe, please! I need this to be over, I can't take it! I'm sorry."
Alex thought about trying the hospital again but the last thing he wanted was to give Nate false hope and get sent home a third time. After their second rejection, they agreed to leave after his water broke since that seemed to be the only way they'd give him a room. He wished there was another within a reasonable distance but the next major facility with a birth ward was so far there's no way Nate would make it there comfortably. The guilt of putting his husband in such a state was beginning to eat him.
And the guilt increased tenfold because, to his surprise, he'd become aroused looking at his tiny and comically overstuffed husband.
His babies had only grown since the day they assumed he was in labor and Alex truly began to worry when Nate woke up complaining about being out of breath in his sleep. His brood had grown so large and the limited space meant the second baby had no choice but to push up and squeeze its father's lungs. There was simply no room left. Alex felt disgusted with himself over the past few days as he hardened every time Nate begged to give birth.
I did this to him. Alex thought to himself as blood began to rush down to his dick.
I did this to him. His stomach churned with shame over the fact that he knew his babies would be bigger than Nate's hips could handle but he pumped him full anyway. It was a shitty feeling even though Nate was begging to be impregnated.
"Alex." He was pulled out of his mind and his eyes were back on Nate and his stomach that was badly bulging with his twins. He could barely speak between heavy breaths and tearful eyes. "They're pushing down… they're ready… I just need you to-"
Alex winced as he was cut off by a contraction that knocked out whatever air he had left in his lungs. He kept his eyes on Nate' belly as skin and muscle caved in on the twins, barely even registering the fact that he'd unzipped his pants while watching his husband fight through the throws of labor.
By the time the pain was over, Alex was on the bed with nothing but a t-shirt on. Nate looked at him and smiled. It was shaky and weak but the first time he'd done so in days. Alex wasted no time kissing it away while groping his stomach and weeping breasts. Nate slid his hands under the thin shirt and did the same, squeezing Alex's stomach and chest just the way he liked.
Both of them were panting when the kiss was broken and Alex leaned back before removing the pillows between his legs. "We need a word."
Nate helped by grabbing another one and tossing it to the side. "A word?"
"If it's too much. You gotta say something so I know if I need to stop."
"You'll stop when my water breaks."
"Love, I'm not doing this without one."
Nate scoffed. "You can't come up with one?"
"You'll be the one screaming it." Alex growled in his ear and Nate was hit with the urge to push the man nipping away at his neck onto his back and ride him aggressively until his cervix was bruised and his sac popped. He would've done it if he could move at all. "Thought it would be nice to let you choose."
"Diamond?" Nate answered quickly, eager to have the man's cock filling him up.
Alex nodded with a smile. "Diamond it is. You ready?"
In response, he widened his legs as best as he could to give his husband a view of the wet stain of his arousal through his briefs. "I've been ready."
That was enough to have Alex reaching around the rim of his underwear and tugging them off completely. Nate's pussy was wet and swollen, beautifully prepared for sex and birth all at once. Alex was drawn to it like a magnet, pupils fully dilated as he unconsciously lowered his head to taste how ready his husband was, heart hammering in his ears. After a long, hot minute of licking and sucking, Alex decided he needed more. A lot more.
He pulled back panting with a hungry gaze Nate hadn't seen in a long time. "Get up."
Apparently Nate had been thoroughly enjoying being eaten out because he let out a frustrated groan before he paused and looked up with confusion all over his face. "Huh?"
"Kneel on the bed, come on." He wasted no time gently tugging on Nate's hands to get him moving.
"What are you…" Then he realized. "There's no way."
"Just for a few minutes. Please."
"My water could break. I'm not trying to drown you today."
"You've held it in this long. And if I drown under you, I'd die completely happy."
"I'd prefer it if you didn't die at all."
Alex laughed. "I'll be fine. More than fine, even. If you really want me to stop, use the word and it's over. We'll move on to the next part, alright?"
He suddenly began to feel self conscious about how heavy and huge he'd become since he last rode Alex's face. "Are you sure? I don't wanna suffocate you either."
"If you crushed me with the weight I put on you, I'd die even happier. I won't be too long."
Nate only ever expressed needing his sperm to speed up labor but Alex was determined to have his desperate husband shaking and screaming from an orgasm along with him.
A grin stretched across Alex's face as Nate accepted his help and sat up, groaning. His hands dug into his back when gravity pulled both his belly and the babies downward.
"Ooooooh…" He moaned deeply. "You're gonna have to hurry down there. I won't be able to stay up for long."
Alex rained kisses all over his shoulders. "I'll be quick. Promise."
He nudged Nate's legs as a signal for him to spread and lift as best as he could. As soon as he was able to slide underneath, Alex's hands went straight to his thighs and pulled him down. Nate blushed when he felt his lower belly resting heavily on the man's forehead, and he let out a grunt as he tried his best to lift the load off of him. His hands were pulled away and he leaned forward, adding to the pressure that Alex welcomed as he positioned his mouth under Nate's swollen pussy.
It started with a slow lapping of his tongue that almost instantly turned Nate's legs into jelly. He braced himself with one hand on the bed and the other cradling Alex's head beneath his swell. The last time he rode his husband's face, he could look down and see his head as he worked but the only thing in view was his rock-solid and malformed abdomen that tightened further the second Alex latched on to his engorged clit.
A sharp gasp left him as his entire body seized up. Alex's grip on his thighs kept his opening flush against his face and Nate couldn't do anything more than roll his hips against the mouth sucking him below. The two maintained a steady rhythm as he was overwhelmed with the sensation of labor and pleasure fused together. His orgasm was quick to build, pushing the melon-like head of their baby down with a force so intense he felt his cervix stretch around the large mass in his hips. The closer he got to climax, the further down the head dipped until it struck a bundle of nerves that had his entire body shaking violently. Alex took that as his cue to increase the intensity of his sucking and that was it for him.
Nate went from trembling to uncontrollably bouncing his hips with Alex's mouth never leaving his clit. The contraction peaked with his orgasm and combined with the pressure from the head, it was quickly proving to be too much despite the ecstasy flowing through him in massive waves. He was so overwhelmed that his body responded to the sensations with a rogue push that forced a broken gasp from his mouth.
"SHIT, BABE!" He cried out, reaching down to grab a fistful of the bear's hair. "Alex!"
Feeling ready to explode in the midst of his orgasm, Nate tried to raise his hips but the death grip Alex held on his thighs rendered him immobile. His mind raced through the fog of birth and pleasure as he fought to remember the word.
Emerald? No.
Daisy? No.
"D-DIAMOND!" Relief washed over him Alex immediately loosened his grip. "Diamond. Diamond… Oh, god."
He broke the suction with a pop and swiftly slid out from under him. Nate leaned forward on his fists, rocking back and forth in an effort to ease the pressure in his hips and ground himself. Alex noticed the sniffling along with the dampness on his cheeks and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice was frantic but he calmed a little when Nate shook his head slowly.
Both of them were having trouble catching their breath, Nate struggled a bit more with two post-term babies pushing on his insides but he managed to speak. "No… that was just… it was a lot… good, but a lot."
He made sure not to mention the push. With everything he felt at once, he wasn't even sure if that's actually what happened but it felt like he was pushing with the pressure for a moment.
Alex hummed in approval and got to work on kneading his lower back. Out of curiosity, he leaned over to look between Nate's legs and smiled when a runny, clear liquid was steadily dripping onto the bed sheets.
"Well, we got a leak goin' at least." Alex announced. "I think we should stop here and get ready to go."
Nate shook his head again, still stuck in the fight to steady his breathing.
Here we go. Alex thought to himself.
"Water breaks, then we leave."
"I'm sure it'll all come out if you walk around for a few minutes."
"Alex, you said you'd do it. I'll use the word again if I have to, just let me ride this one out. And rub like you mean it."
He didn't realize his hand had eased up on his back but Nate purred when he pressed down hard again. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with the overly pregnant man and Nate really didn't seem like he'd last long anyway. It looked as if a single well placed thrust would have the rest of his water all over the bed.
"Alright. Let me know when you're ready."
A minute passed before Nate began arranging their pillows as Alex watched with complete adoration as he made a little nest for himself and his massive swell. Once everything was together, Alex immediately moved to help settle his belly by holding it so Nate could move to his side quicker and easier. He took note of the immense weight of the twins as they leaned heavily to one side and wondered how Nate would handle the birth once the pushing ramped up.
The moment Nate's pregnancy was revealed, they got to work on finding a team of doctors who frequently dealt with large babies and quickly found a group of them who reeled when they saw the couple for the first time. And it was Alex they were more concerned about (or rather his size). Everyone was a gnat compared to him but Nate especially as he was nearly a whole foot and a half shorter with Alex being three times as heavy.
They instantly shattered Nate's dreams of having a natural birth but continued with his care until they found a second heartbeat. After realizing they were having twins, talks of a natural birth started again since the immense weight was now split between two babies. And while they still measured big for twins, everyone remained confident that the birth would go smoothly.
After he grew to a certain point, none of the doctors thought he would make it past 36 weeks but here he was at 41 being induced by his husband after weeks of complete hell. Nate was adamant about not having a medical induction and the doctors allowed him to keep going since the babies still weren't big enough for an intervention like that to be required. But they were big enough to cause the most intense pain, discomfort, and exhaustion Nate had ever felt in the weeks leading up to today.
He sighed as he was finally able to rest on his side and Alex lowered the weight of his belly onto the pillows that alleviated the strain on his abused back. He hissed and winced as he raised his leg to grant his husband entry to his puffy, drooling pussy. He didn't give Alex pointers on how fast or hard he wanted the man to go. He was just desperate to be popped so they could run to the delivery ward and be done with this pregnancy.
Alex kneeled over him, massaging his thickened thighs and aching hips for a moment before pressing his fat tip against Nate's dampened entrance that radiated a welcoming warmth. As he pushed in, he studied Nate's body language and expressions for any sign of discomfort but the man took him well despite being in labor and not having sex for the past month.
Alex switched to focusing inward the further he slid in, the tightness and warmth forcing more blood to rush from his head down to his cock. Eyes closed, face tilted up at the ceiling, light tremors in his hips, he was at war with is own body as he tired to control himself for the sake of the twins and Nate's comfort. After another inch, the pregnant pussy engulfing him tightened further and he had to stop, his head now hanging between his shoulders and he took slow, deep breaths.
"You okay up there?" He looked down to see Nate looking up at him with weary eyes.
Alex couldn't help but lean in and capture his lips in a heated kiss, breaking it briefly to mumble a breathy "you're so tight, baby" against his skin before kissing him again. A minute passed with their lips locked together as Alex's nerves eased. Right when his body relaxed enough, Nate's tightened as he was taken by another contraction.
"Move. Please." Was all he could say as he began to writhe with the intense discomfort of having Alex's girth sitting there while his whole body began to throb.
He carefully pushed the rest of the way in but halted when his tip kissed something taut inside his husband's pussy. For a moment, he assumed the worst until he remembered the other day before being sent home a second time when the nurse announced that Nate's sac was beginning to bulge. While he didn't mention it since then, Alex was curious to know exactly what she meant and how it would feel against his fingers but this was arguably better albeit a little awkward. When Nate asked to be popped Alex didn't think he meant it in a literal sense.
There was an inch left, he realized as he looked down, and he felt grossed out with himself as the thought of pushing further into his bag had him weeping cum. A decision was made and he pulled back to study Nate again before he pressed his hips flush against his husband's. That final inch had Nate mooing as the pressure of the contraction pushing down combined with Alex pushing up into his thick waters had his fingers clawing at anything he could grab.
Watching Nate come undone beneath him caused Alex's composure to falter. He began moving as slowly and carefully as he could while fighting the growing urge to pound his brains out. And the more he forced it back with the squeezing from the contraction, the worse it got.
His pace quickened but he was mindful of how deep he went, not wanting to rupture Nate's water before they came together but even that was an uphill battle. A battle he lost when the contraction reached its peak and held Alex's girth with a death grip.
"Fuck." He groaned as Nate cried out with waves of intense pleasure and blinding pain.
Alex's heavy lidded eyes looked down at his husband as he thrusted vigorously. He was almost salivating at the sight underneath him. Nate's jaw hung open, eyes rolled back, skin red and glistening with sweat, belly stretch marked and tight around the two massive babies he'd carried so well throughout these past ten months.
If anybody told either of them they'd end up this way a decade ago, neither of them would've believed it. The pipeline from high school enemies to high school sweethearts to husbands to soon-to-be fathers was a wild but welcome one. For the nine years they'd been together they frequently discussed having kids and now Nate was underneath him massive with twins and begging Alex to bust his water.
He needed this moment tattooed to his brain. They were unsure if any more kids would follow these two but even if they agreed to have more, nothing would compare to this right here.
His grunts and growls turned into whimpers of desperation as he finally relinquished control of his hips and gave Nate everything he had.
He'll use the word if he needs it.
The pace increased until Alex worked up to his typical rutting with the clapping of wet skin urging him to slam into Nate harder than he usually would this late in his pregnancy. The wound up nerves in his gut that feared Nate might shout the word out of discomfort was released when the overdue man screamed his name in complete bliss. That was all Alex needed to set a grueling rhythm as he punched away at Nate's sac that was beginning to leak fluid onto the sheets in a slow trickle.
He's close. God, he's close.
Alex shut his eyes and wrung contraction after contraction out of Nate's body. The man beneath him was out of his mind as the intimacy of sex and labor took hold. Eyes rolled back, Nate could feel the warmth spilling from his hole around Alex's dick as his water neared a full rupture.
The next squeeze of his uterus forced so much pressure onto his dilated cervix that he couldn't help but push unconsciously. He lost count of the amount of times his body heaved on its own. If Alex felt any of it, he didn't show it at all. Nate was aware of his body's plea to push but the pleasure far outweighed the pain of childbirth. Plus his water was still in the way but it wouldn't be for long.
The contractions increased in intensity and frequency as his orgasm ramped up in the pit of his stomach with the latest one forcing the urge to push to the forefront of his mind. The word was on the tip of his tongue as he knowingly pushed with the feeling but he refused to let it out. Instead, he released a moan from his chest and opened his eyes wide, opting to focus on the ceiling as the pain in his overstressed pelvis became more prevalent. Tears stung his eyes as he was struck with the primal realization that the babies were truly coming but he needed to finish first. And he could tell Alex was getting there too.
With a trembling hand, Nate reached down for his clit but his belly was too full and low for him to rub the throbbing bud.
"Alex." He squeaked pathetically, causing the much larger man to look down and marvel at the way Nate desperately tugged at the base of his belly to give him a view of his needy clit. "Please."
Like a magnet, Alex's fingers went straight to the tiny dick that was red and swollen, begging for relief. It was all Nate needed and that would be the end. And as much as he wished to stay on top of his laboring husband forever, he needed to get Nate to the hospital as soon as realistically possible with how much pressure and resistance he was beginning to feel with the contractions.
Their eyes locked on each other as Alex got to work on tipping him over the edge. A string of broken gasps left Nate and his body began to tense up but their gazes never strayed. One final birth pain overtook him and the world around them slowed as one more realization hit Nate like a freight train.
They weren't going to make it to the hospital.
The pressure was too much, the head too low. But instead of being stuck by fear at the possibility of an unplanned home birth, Nate grew even more aroused. His uterus clenched and the muscles in his legs tightened at the thought of Alex guiding both of their babies out in the very bed they were made in with his huge, gentle hands. He couldn't control the next push that came with the contraction nor the water he felt squirting out with it. His orgasm snuck up alongside the peak of his laboring.
"Alex, I'm–" Cumming. Pushing. The words were caught in his throat as he was overtaken by the need to give birth.
Diamond.
The rational part of his brain knew this needed to end.
Alex watched as Nate locked up and began shaking profusely with his eyes rolled back in his head and toes curled, blissfully unaware of how hard his husband was bearing down as he couldn't tell the difference between the pushing and Nate's mind-shattering orgasm by now.
Diamond.
Nate knew he should say it even though he was still full of amniotic fluid.
Looking down at the absurd mess they'd made along with Nate's bulging womb had Alex's balls tight and aching. The bed was soaked with sweat, slick, and the fluid that was prematurely pounded out of his sac. Nate was right there. Ready to pop. All they needed now was for him to do his part.
Diamond!
It's too much.
As his cock was squeezed by Nate's climax, he went harder. Chasing his own orgasm. The snapping of his hips became wild and unsteady the closer he got. Alex leaned down with his face buried in Nate's neck, pressing his weight onto the man below him and swearing as they sunk into the mountain of pillows together. Eventually, he reached the point where he could no longer form words and his sounds began to alternate between growls and whimpers. He barely registered the new noises being ripped from Nate's throat while he came down from his orgasm and felt the full force of childbirth.
Say it!
He couldn't bring himself to say the word but it was coming now.
Alex couldn't see anything but he felt the softness of Nate's lips pressing against the side of his head and his thrusts grew more desperate than ever.
"It's time, Alex. It's time." Nate whispered next to his ear.
That was all it took to have Alex grabbing the headboard and slamming into Nate so hard he slid a few inches up the bed. He released his hot seed the moment his tip rammed into his sac with his whole body violently trembling. The more he shook, the harder he pushed into the weakening membrane until he felt the pop followed by a rush of warmth. An explosive pressure Nate had been battling for days was released in a jet stream of water that shot between the two of them to the other side of the bed with Alex still and throbbing inside. The fluids were mixed with water and semen as Alex was washed out of him in his last few, weak pumps.
The proper gush followed when he pulled out and Nate exhaled in relief as the rest of the pressure went with it. But instead of being followed with a brief moment of rest, he was thrown into a series of short and violent pushes. He expected Alex to throw him into the car and rush to the ER but it seems he also knew they wouldn't make it anywhere before the twins were born. There was a silent understanding between the two of them that he was giving birth here and now.
Nate couldn't keep himself from holding the pushes when the head began to bulge between his legs. Alex, still catching his breath, announced that he could see hair as his birthing husband wailed at the pain shooting through his back, a steady stream of cum and water leaking from his opening with each push. His belly sagged heavily between his legs as the babes were at their lowest. He was an absolute sight to behold in this state and Alex soaked in every second of it.
Soon enough, the baby began to crown. That's where the trouble started. The head pushed his lips apart just as the shoulders came bouldering through his cervix. Nate suddenly felt like he was being torn open from the inside out and responded with a blood curdling shriek, eyes wide open with pain. Alex watched as he rolled and kicked and shifted around in the bed in agony. The same shitty feeling returned when he felt himself hardening again but Nate was too far gone to notice. Alex had to resist the urge to pump into his hand as the hysteria increased with Nate's stretching pussy.
"PULL IT OUT!" He screamed as he clawed at the sheets. "PLEASE, IT'S BIG!"
Alex ignored his arousal and crawled up next to Nate's head. As soon as he placed a hand on the man's cheek, his painful eyes flew open and stared straight into Alex's.
"You can do this, my love."
"Alex, it's big…" Said Nate, his voice shaking and wavering as he spoke quickly. "It hurts. Please, it hurts…"
"I know, Nate. Just push out the head, alright? I can give them a little tug but you have to get the head out."
"I can't. I CAN'T! GOD, I CAN'T!" The rest of his words were lost in another wave of screams interrupted by grunts with his effort. The contraction ripped through him, adding the most intense pressure to his lower body as his womb fought tooth and nail to expel the babies.
The baby was so large it pushed against every nerve as it slowly inched downward with each push. The screams and grunts turned into throaty moans. Alex was confused at first but knew what was happening when Nate's hips began to buck and twitch on their own. The crown bulged so far out as his orgasm built over time. They just needed the tight skin around his pussy to release the head and it would be out. But he knew Nate would need help getting there.
When Alex's hands moved between his legs, one to play with his swollen clit and the other ready to support the head, Nate pushed violently. It took mere seconds of Alex teasing his tiny dick for him to orgasm so hard the whole bed trembled as the shockwaves of ecstasy ran through him. The moaning and screaming stopped. Nate was silent as his mouth opened in a silent wail and his back arched against the bed. There was a tremble in his legs that grew worse and worse with the pressure until…
"OH!" He cried out as the head popped free.
"That's it, baby!" Alex laughed as he cradled the head in his large hand. He took note if how heavy it felt and wondered how Nate was functioning in those final days with something so big between his legs. The smaller man took the opportunity to breathe and collect himself as Alex helped the baby turn in his hands. "I need a big push on the next contraction and it's over. You got this!"
"Babe, there's a second one." He groaned.
"But it's smaller and we're gonna get it out quick, alright? Just push and I'll help."
His heart hammered in his chest when the fear in Nate's eyes turned into trust. Before he could respond, the next birth pain had him grunting as it climaxed rapidly. Alex started to wiggle it free as soon as he felt the push but he needed more to work with.
"Harder, Nate. Come on, push it out. You can do it. Push!"
At that, he paused to take in one more gulp of air and pushed so hard a tremor ran through him. The only sound he made was a grunt that increased in intensity as Alex twisted and pulled gently. He smiled when he felt the shoulders start to give and knew Nate felt it as well by the way he adjusted his hips to open wider for the baby. "That's it, love. It's almost out! Hold it, Nate. Hold it!"
One shoulder popped out and with one final tug, the baby fell out of his canal and filled Alex's warm, waiting hands, crying out as soon as it was hit with the cool air. He was taking a brief moment to celebrate when until he noticed Nate hadn't stopped pushing. He was purple in the face when another gush of water escaped him and within the same push, the second baby began to emerge in a breech position. Alex was in the middle of removing his shirt to wrap the first baby in when water began to spray out around the twin.
"Whoa, love. Slow it down, it's–"
Nate needed everything out. The baby, the fluids, all of it. He was so tired of feeling full that he refused to ease up even for a moment. And even if he wished to stop, he was sure he couldn't. He was at the mercy of his birthing body that wanted nothing more than to be empty and free from Alex's seed. The legs began to dangle out and seconds later, the rest of the baby gushed onto the bed between his legs, stomach deflating dramatically. Nate let out the biggest relieved sigh as Alex pressed a kiss against his forehead, whispering gentle words of thanks and praise to the man who'd just given him two fat, healthy babies.
"Next time," Nate said wearily, "we're doing this at the hospital."
Alex couldn't help but smile at the idea of a "next time".
You have an ao3 account? Am I blind or you've never linked or mention it ever???
No, I made it over the summer but they put me on a 2 month wait list and by the time I got the code I forgot I even requested one lmao. I wanna post my old stories on there and make one giant post with links to everything so you'll see it then!
Oh, the sigh of relief I just let out 🥹 I'm so glad you're doing okay! You've spoken a few times about school so I figured that's what's going on, but I wanted to check on you to let you know you're very missed 💜 wish you well on your studies!
thank you sm I swear my professors are sadists, especially the ones I have this semester 😭 I should be finishing up next winter tho, fingers crossed!
hi! I just read part 3 of Saloon Baby and I was wondering if there was a part 4? I haven't been able to find it on your old blog. I love your work btw :)
Yeah I've been asked about that one a few times and honestly I had no idea how I was gonna finish it with the direction I was going in. Still won't promise anything since i'm so off and on with it but part 1 got reworked and I like it way better so I might do the same with the whole thing before I start on a part 4 (unless I can extend the other ones and finish it with 3). I've also been debating on whether I wanna post it here or on ao3 if it gets done but we'll see.
Hey, you've been gone a while. Hope everything is well, hope you're fine. 💜🙏
I really gotta start posting life updates on here I'm so sorry but YES, I'm fine and thank you for checking in ❤❤❤ Things aren't gonna go back to normal for me until I'm done with school most likely plus I started working again which I'm grateful for but I DO have something pretty long almost finished. Whoever asked for a fluffy version of Get It Out a while back, I'll be posting it soon ❤ Love y'all sm tho thanks for being so patient with me 🥺
Painfully pregnant but also pathetically pregnant. 41 weeks with a 99th percentile baby that's too big for your womb. Daily tasks that were easy to do before you hit 34 weeks are now impossible. You're stuck in bed for the whole day, only getting up to use the bathroom and eat if your partner isn't around to bring the food to you. All as you're crying and groaning from how badly you want to give birth but can't because the baby decided it still isn't ready.
Something I find underrated about birth are the movements. And not just the obvious ones (suddenly feeling that urge to squat, spring your legs apart for a crowning head) but the more subtle ones. The winces, the visible flexing of a belly as it contracts. Thighs tensing. The infinitesimal roll of her hips as she feels it drop. The constant shifting, tension, the need to widen, to open.
Maybe she clambers to her feet, pacing. Movement, restlessness. It’s too low, too uncomfortable. She needs to do something. Her body’s telling her. Soon. Soon.
I think transition is my favorite part of labor for this reason, because that's when the restlessness kicks into high gear. Changing positions every minute, swiveling their hips nonstop, rocking as they desperately cling to their partner for support, staring into space. All while those faint urges to push grow harder to ignore with each contraction and natural instinct slowly but surely begins to consume them. The baby is so low between their legs that it hurts to move but they'll go insane if they remain still.
Then they finally find a place to settle and the baby comes wherever they happen to be when their body tells them it's time to let it all out.
Trans people who don't want bottom surgery: would your feelings be different if it gave you the reproductive capabilities of the other genitalia?*
Yes (I have a breeding kink)
Yes (I don't have a breeding kink)
No (I have a breeding kink)
No (I don't have a breeding kink)
I want bottom surgery.
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*Full Question: Trans people who DON'T want bottom surgery, would your feelings on wanting it be different if it gave you all the usual reproductive capabilities of the other genital set?
