I should be full of your puppies right now whelping the squirming litter out into your lap presenting my contracting hole as I push and push and push just one after the other until I’m empty and gaping—perfect and waiting to be bred again
you've been pregnant with my puppies for months. your body has grown to accommodate them. you've got a rotund swell to your belly, and rows of nipples developed along your tummy. there's a sway to your gait that, even viewing you from behind, you are so undeniably pregnant. the ultrasound revealed three pups. today, we finally meet them.
here you are, on all fours. belly brushing against the bedroom floor- crouched over a plastic tarp laid over carpet to prevent stains. this is the room where life itself was conceived, and where life will be birthed. you've been laboring for hours, moaning under your breath, swearing as your cervix dilates. Labor, as it turns out, is a laborious process. your face blushes red. sweat beads on your forehead. as your mate, i pace around you worriedly for hours. i dutifully care for your ever need, bringing you water, providing you comfort and care.
you feel a shift in your lower abdomen. one of the puppies has lodged its head past your cervix. a particularly powerful groan overtakes you as it slides down your canal. you scream. fuck, you've never been stretched like this before. you yell at the top of your lungs with every contraction, gasping for breath between each pause. the pup begins to crown. the top of its head peeks out from your wet, whelping hole.
i urge you on. push, push, push.
with a grand effort, you focus all your muscles to birth our pup. you're stretched over the widest part of the head. sweat beads on your forehead. the pup's head slides past. a gush of amniotic fluid bursts and splatters over the tarp. im quick to attend to the pup. gently catching it and licking it clean. i excitedly show you our newborn. i know you want to hold it, but there's more work for you to do. i lay our pup in the nursery by our bed.
your tummy is still so full. another pup is getting kicky. you feel a movement, followed by an added heft in your cervix. this one's so much bigger than the last. you push, but there's no budge. you whimper feeling the pain of your cervix widening and failing to move the large pup down. you try to relax your body. taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly. it's difficult. it hurts. the puppy wriggles inside you, and makes it past your relaxed cervix. it's entered your birth canal, descending downward. it's absolutely huge. you feel its crown force your insides wide. you're not sure your body can handle a pup of this size. but you have to. you must birth our pup. your whelping hole bulges. you scream. you push. you strain. it's not coming out. and, oh god, does it burn. you rock your body forward and back, doing anything to relieve the pressure. the pup is almost out. i take my hand to carefully pry you open further. my fingers feel hot on you. c'mon. you can do it. birth our pup. you let out a guttural groan as you bear down. the oversized pup escapes out and into my hands, kicking and screaming into the world. a stream of fluid follows and soaks your inner thighs. your hole reels from the stretch, slightly agape from birthing, contracting and flexing rhythmically.
i carefully tend to the pup and leave it at the nursery. you're panting hard to recover from the strain of birthing our enormous pup. your belly rises and falls with each shallow breath, gradually getting deeper until your breathing stabilizes. i pet you along your back. you're doing a wonderful job giving birth to our puppies. there's one more to go. you feel a mass slip easily past your cervix. in fact, it's barely perceptible. this one's real small. it must be the runt of the litter. it glides down your canal easily. you feel your muscles expand, but it's nothing compared to the last birth. in fact, it's somewhat pleasant. or... even orgasmic. your whelping hole flutters. you're cumming. you shiver as your orgasm takes over your whole body. you squeak, because with almost no effort at all, the little pup is ejected into my hands. together, we look over our three puppies to make sure they're nice and healthy.
good job, good job. what a great dog you are. what a wonderful mate you make. you went through all that effort to gestate and birth our pups. i cant wait to fill you up with another even bigger litter as soon as i can.
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