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@patientsilhouettemoon
Person in labor who's surprised by how little pain they feel. Around 7cm dilated, the nurse warns them this is the last chance they can get an epidural before it's too late. They decide to go fully natural because of how easy and painless this birth is!
Cut to their third hour of pushing. They're screaming, crying, and exhausted. The pain is excruciating and unbearable. They beg for an epidural, but it's too late. They have to get this massive baby out naturally.
Unmedicated hospital birth,
You can't see much, but her sound ugghh so hott!!😍😍
Don't you worry wil be in my birth folder soon!
BIRTH ADVENT CALENDAR 2023 - DAY 7
The doctor said he was lucky to have such an easy pregnancy, but Adam knew, as much as his doctor, that the birth was not going to be easy.
The first months went as smoothly as they could: almost no morning sickness, no pain or discomfort, nothing of being an emotional rollercoaster or anything.
But as he grew month by month, watching his body change and his belly swell huge and gravid with life, Adam knew it wasn’t going to be an easy birth.
By the moment he reached the mark of seven months, he was huge. He looked almost ready to pop.
The doctor told him to take it easy. There was nothing to worry about —after all, there was a history of big babies in the family.
But by the moment he reached the awful last month, Adam was more than sure he was having a big baby.
Not only because of the obvious: his belly was huge, even compared with his usual athletic frame, hanging in front of him heavily. But he could feel it, how heavy and big his baby was, moving around inside him, kicking and squirming and making it hard for his daddy.
“Oh, you sure it’s just one in there?”
Yes, of course he was sure.
But even with how huge his baby was, he and his husband still decided to go with the intimate, calm home birth they wanted since the moment the test showed positive.
And now, the day had come.
As he timed his latest contractions, Adam felt his husband’s hands wrapping around his contracting stomach from behind. Andre rubbed his swollen stomach with firm hands, allowing Adam to lean against him and breathe.
Breathe deeply. To pass the actual pain of the contraction, and to prepare himself for what was about to come.
“So?” Andre asked, hands massaging his hips.
“It's… uf… very low.” Adam moaned, “I can feel it. And… fuck… it’s big.”
Andre let out a small chuckle, leading the pregnant man to the birthing ball in the middle of the room. Nothing that they already didn’t know, and Adam wanted it that way.
“I know. Big, just like his daddy,” he exhaled another laugh, helping Adam bounce slowly.
When another contraction hit him, Adam let out a loud whimper, leaning forward to fall into Andre’s arms.
His husband’s arms wrapped securely around his contracting middle, rubbing his back and mumbling soft, loving encouraging words.
And, finally, when the last one passed, Adam pulled away from Andre’s hold with a sigh. His face scrunched up with effort, looking down at himself and his massive belly.
Adam could feel it. The baby’s head was huge, and so low on his pelvis.
He was almost scared, but with Andre by his side, it was bearable.
But still, his contractions were becoming faster and stronger, the baby was so low he couldn’t even walk without feeling uncomfortable. He knew that soon, his water would break and, well, the inevitable would happen: push, honey.
He would have to push that huge baby out of him.
In one of those tricks from life (more from his body than life this time), Adam felt something warm running down his legs and all over the birthing ball.
His water broke.
***
From the birthing ball to the birthing tub, Adam was already almost fully dilated, and it only took a few more minutes until Andre checked him again and found that he was ready.
He pushed, and it wasn’t that bad, his contracting stomach feeling nice against the warm water and reassuring hands of Andre. But as soon as the head positioned itself against his lips, ready to start crowning, it was awful.
He knew the head would be big, but he didn’t think that he would almost draw blood from his lips from biting and trying to push as hard as he could. Andre remained telling him to take it slow because he didn’t want any tearing.
But the pressure and the need to push were so bad that Adam barely listened. Everything on him was focused on pushing and getting the head out, and when it finally happened, Adam found himself pushing for nothing.
The head wasn’t moving.
“No, fuck! It’s… stuck!” reaching between his legs to feel his crowning pussy. “It’s stuck, Andre, babe!”
The bulge was there, painfully stretching him open, but no matter how hard he pushed, it wasn’t moving.
“Listen, breathe” Andre instructed gently, taking Adam’s hand and pulling him forwards. “Let’s change positions.”
Gravity had to help, and with a grunt, Adam pulled himself into a squat. Reaching once again between his legs, his fingers draped around his bulging lips to feel the huge head that stretched him wide.
“Ugh!” with a groan, he pushed with another contraction.
The head didn’t move a single inch despite his best efforts. When another contraction came, he tried to push again, but it still didn’t budge.
“Fuck, damn…” with a low whimper, his knuckles turned white as he gripped his husband’s shoulders. “One, two, three… nhgn!”
He was pushing again, his body urging him to, but the head still wasn’t moving. Adam was starting to get desperate because he needed to push, but the head wasn’t going anywhere.
“Baby, it isn’t moving!” Adam moaned, bending forward with another straining push.
Andre reached between his legs to cup his spread lips, feeling the indeed huge head. Slowly, his fingers tried to open his husband, stretching his lips around their kid’s head.
“Okay, try pushing with the next contraction, baby” Andre instructed, one hand over Adam’s crowning cunt and the other on his lower back.
He did as told, his face scrunching up in concentration as he felt the next contraction take over him. Biting his lip, Adam pushed.
The head slipped out a little bit, gently guided by Andre’s hand, but as soon as his body eased the contraction, it slipped back inside.
Adam let out a frustrated scream, and Andre leaned in to press a small kiss on his temple.
“Hey, take it easy,” he said, rubbing at Adam’s lower back. “Just breathe and push”.
With a shaky breath, Adam nodded. He felt how another contraction took over his body and pushed.
The head moved. With gritted teeth and another push, his lips spread around the huge head when the ring of fire came.
“Ugh, ow!” He whimpered, his legs closing together in an unconscious attempt to escape the pain.
Andre had to spread his thighs apart wide again, a hand still firm on the crowning head and the other now on Adam’s leg to keep them open.
“Push, babe” he encouraged, squeezing at his thigh. “You got this.”
Adam nodded, taking some deep breaths. Another push, then, he pushed once more, screaming into the air when the head started making his way out.
Now, gravity seemed to be doing its job, because the pressure was so much Adam only could think of pushing it out. He knew he couldn’t rush, he had to take it slowly to avoid tearing, but his mind couldn’t really conceive the primal urge to push that was starting to take over.
When he pushed again, using all his force, Andre’s hand was there to stop the head from popping out of him.
“Easy, boy. Don’t rush it.” Adam heard his husband’s voice above him, his own panting filling in the silence between them. “Slow. Slow.”
Another push, another cry of release. Then, another push, more of the burning feeling and the hellish pressure on his cunt. The head moved again, stretching him even more –Adam didn’t know it would be possible– and Andre’s hand was there to guide it slowly.
Slowly enough, the head finally started to emerge from him. Adam grunted, his eyes closing shut as he focused on pushing, his own hand now over Andre’s as another contraction shook him.
With two more pushes, the head finally popped out of his burning lips with a gush that left his legs shaking.
Andre caught it, and Adam switched positions from squatting to back to lying on the warm water. He breathed, reaching down to feel the baby’s head – huge, that he just pushed out. A miracle he didn’t tear.
When another contraction took over him, Adam screamed as he pushed again. The shoulders were easy compared with the head, and soon, Andre was there to catch the rest of the body as Adam popped it out with a grunt.
“There you go. That’s it…” Andre muttered, a huge grin on his face as he placed the baby on his dad’s chest. “Say hi to daddy, boy.”
Adam, with shaking legs and a labored breathy laugh, hugged his boy against himself.
when they're talkative during birth >>>>
"please, it hurts so bad..." "oh god, i'm really full" "i feel it inside me,,," "it's so low" "fuck it's huge" "it's coming OUT!!!" "it's stretching, i'm opening up, it burns!!!" "PLEASE make it STOP" "it's barely progressing, it keeps slipping back in :c"
dom who holds their birthing sub's baby in at a crown for hours just because they like slow births better <3
i wanna be scared and straining with my chin tucked to my chest and my clitdick ACHING while you hold my legs apart and remind me to give little grunty pushes to that huuuge, stretching, buuuulging pre-crown so i don't tear. uh, uh, uhh, uuuuhhhhhnnnnNNNNNNNN...!!! you tell me not to hold the push that long, that i need to stretch, that i have to pant it out. but i can't stop. my body won't let me stop. my abs hurt, my womb is shoving itself downward so hard my lower spine and my hips feel like they're going to break. every involuntary shove of my muscles makes my huge taut belly shrink and harden so much it scares me. i try to pant out to you that i can't stop pushing like you told me to but all that comes out is- i cant- icant i uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh...! uh UHH. OUUHH OW !!! it burns it burns !!!! stop stop it stings so much it's right there it's BURNING MY LIPS!
you tell me yes, i know. i know it burns. i know it hurts but you have to push right now. you need to breathe deep once and push hard!
you finally give me permission to let out one of those horrible, huge crushing pushes that my body wants so badly to do. i cry in relief and fear of the pain of my crown returning.
breathe, you tell me. pant, pant and push! pant and push! copy me! uh uh uh uh!!!
but i cant, i cant do that, it hurts and it's shoving down and OUTTTTT. my whole self is being shoved down against the barrier of the thin pink lips of my tiny hole and i cant stop and i just have to-
UUUUUUUHHHHNNNNNNNNNnnn...!!! oh, oh, o-OW!! STOP-OW STOP!!!! NO I CAN- NNNNHHHHHNNNGGGGGUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!!
it's the worst, most unnatural, urgent instinct. the most unbearable, stretching, burning, aching agony i've ever felt in my fucking life, it's coming. please, it's coming, it's COMING.
i really hope you're recording so i can cum watching this later.
More vocal births with birth denial please 😩😩😩
ugh, yes. it's so good.
especially like... vocal birth and birth denial in a public place. you're on a subway ride home with your partner and you're trying to keep quiet while the baby grinds down through your pelvis- trying to resist the urge to push because you're almost to your stop, you're almost home- but being unable to actually muffle any of your sounds. your moans and cries are drawing the attention of the other passengers, but you cant bring yourself to care because the head is right there and you need to push and holy fuck, its coming and its coming right now and it burns— you're just yelling everything out while you groan and grunt and vocalize, alerting everyone to what's going on and not even caring that strangers are hearing about how much your pussy is stretching. your partner is shushing you and telling you to keep your legs together, but when the head begins to crown and tents the crotch of your leggings, your screams of "I need it out, get it out!" and "mmmph, I gotta push- I'm pushinggg!" and "its st-tuck!" are all that anyone can hear of pay attention to.
there's something so hot about carrying someone giving birth bridal style and the head visibly peeking out between their legs as you walk with them
imagine birthing in front of a full length mirror and watching yourself tense and open up around the head and seeing exactly how your face looks when you're in agony
grabbing the bulge of the crowning baby through the pants. reblog if you agree
transfemme domme who fucks her sub wife relentlessly through her labor and denies her permission to push despite her growing need because she's too busy fantasizing about filling her up all over again, murmuring in her ear about what a good girl she is and how she was made to be so full and working so hard and opening so wide to bring their child into the world-making all kinds of promises about how they'll be in the very same position nine months from now while her wife whimpers and cries underneath her, begging and pleading for permission to push because she cant hold it back any longer
45K likes, 6,353 comments - peacefulbirthnow on May 2, 2026: "She didn’t force it… she didn’t panic… she didn’t fight her body… 💔 She trust
One of the many ways I wanna birth
there’s something so sexy to me about not knowing you’re in labor and giving those first, naive, confused pushes. wondering why you’re feeling this urge. the brief moment of bewildered horror as you feel a huge weight shift down inside of you. there being no physical evidence that you’re giving birth yet, but just knowing deep inside your body that a baby is moving downwards, ready to make its inevitable entrance into the world.
Imagine a couple making out freak nasty and jerking eachother off while one of them is actively giving birth in the partner’s lap
"You're incredible, baby. Just fucking look at you. You're opening up so well for me, aren't you? Thaaaaat's it. Just let yourself relax, love. I've got you. I'm going to take care of you."
I sit perched upon your lap, toes curling with effort as I hold my legs back so that my feet can rest upon your knees. My belly hangs low and taut between my spread thighs, currently pulled tight with a contraction. My chin rests on my chest as I pant through it, using the mirror you'd placed on the floor beneath us to watch as the lips of my cunt bulge outwards with the pressure of the head moving down past my cervix and into my birth canal.
"Time to push again, honey?" you ask, brushing your nose against the shell of my ear. Your fingers deftly circle my clit, drawing a soft moan from my lips as I nod. Your other hand comes up to cradle my jaw, turning my face towards yours to share a long, messy kiss as I bear down, shoving the weight of the massive overdue head down towards your fingers. "So fucking sexy," you groan into my mouth, a thin trail of saliva connecting our lips. "Such a good little birther, aren't you? Making yourself so open for me."
"I-It's coming," I pant, drawing your bottom lip in between my teeth to give it a light nip. "Making me so... nnnngh, so full."
"Just as good coming out as it was going in, hm?" I can feel you smirk as you slip your fingers into my cunt, tracing small circles over my clit with your thumb. "God, its right there, baby. I can feel it."
I exhale sharply as the next contraction grips me, eyes rolling back as I pull my legs further apart and push, my entire body straining with the effort. "Gonna... hmmmmph, gonna crown!" I grunt as I bear down on your fingers, easing them out of my gaping hole as the head begins to peak through my folds. "So... fuckingfull. So much pressureeee."
You kiss me again—hungry, eager. "Don't stop," you tell me forcefully. "Tilt your hips back. No, like—yessss, just like that. Oh, you're doing so good, baby. Show me that pretty cunt."
My nails dig into the meat of my thighs, and I shriek as I lift my hips to expose my bulging pussy. The head sits at nearly a full crown, spreading my lips wide open. They're stretched tightly around the massive width of the head, which has finally stopped retreating between contractions. "Cominggggg," I moan. "Mmmmph, it burns!"
"Fuckkk, baby." I can feel you rolling your hips against my back, your throbbing cock smearing precum against my skin. "Look at that sweet little hole. So stretched out. So fucking wet, too. You love this, don't you?"
"Uh...huhhhh." My thighs quiver with effort as I take a breath and push again, straining against the massive weight shoving down against my cunt. But the head doesn't move. "I need it outttt!" My words trail off into a broken sob. "Burns so bad."
You shush me, settling your hand against my throat as I struggle to compose myself. "You can do this, baby," you murmur. Your fingers keep working at my clit, circling the nub in time with your thrusts against my back. "Feel that stretch. I know how much you love being forced open. And I'm doing to do it again and again. Baby after baby. Constantly filling you up. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Yes," I gasp, feeling my slit start to give way around the head as I rush towards an orgasm. "I-I'm gonna... cummmm. Its coming! Oh God, I gotta push. Let me pushhhh!"
"Push. Now," you growl. "Show me my baby."
send me a suggestion/prompt!
Forever in the mood for an office birth.
Your water breaking with a gush and ruining your favorite pair of pantyhose. Biting your lip to avoid moaning out loud, trying to hide your labor from your coworkers. The contractions coming faster and stronger, one behind the other as you squirm in that uncomfortable office chair.
John is giving an important presentation but you couldn't care less because this baby is coming right now.
Stifling a cry as your baby crowns under your skirt or as you can't push anymore because the head can't go any further, stuck against your new pair of nice pants. Are you pushing that baby out under your desk, or you're just too happy to see me, hun?
when she moans as the baby moves lower & lower into her abdomen >>>>>>>>>>
