I knoooow the posting schedule is out of whack! But thank you for still being here, bunnies! 🤗 Here is my entry for week 68. I hope you're all doing well. I'm happy to report that I am surprisingly doing better, but still not back home. I am, however, having more ideas than I had in months for stories over here. I just wish sometimes I could type faster lol Hope y'all enjoy this short entry.
Word count: 2078 words
Summary: Overdue and completely alone, a first-time mother goes into labor and gets far more than she bargained for.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Unassisted solo birth, first-time mother, surprise twins...
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She shifted onto her back against the hallway wall, knees drawn up and falling open because there was nothing else they could do, her nightgown hiked up around her waist and pulling her soaked panties off.
The mirror was directly in front of her and she had already stopped pretending she wasn't looking at it, watching the reflection of her own body with a focus that surprised her even through the pain.
The pressure between her thighs had become something beyond pressure almost immediately, a full, insistent, outward-pushing force that made her reach down without thinking, her fingers finding the stretched, swollen heat of herself and tracing carefully around the small, tight opening where the very top of the baby's head was already pressing through.\
"Oh god," she breathed, staring at her own reflection. "Oh god, you are enormous."
She was so stretched. So unbearably, impossibly stretched, and the head had barely started.
She bore down hard, her chin dropping to her chest, both hands gripping the undersides of her thighs and hauling them back as far as they would go.
"Haaaah... hoo hoo... haaaah... hhhhh..."
In the mirror she watched the opening stretch wider, the teardrop shape forming slowly and then holding as she pushed, the top of the head pressing through and then easing back as the contraction peaked.
The burn was extraordinary, a hot, searing ring that made her toes curl against the floor, and she breathed through it in long, controlled streams between pushes because her body was not offering her a choice.
"Haaaah... hhhhhh... come on... hoo hoo... come ON–"
Each contraction stretched her a fraction further, her body learning the size of what it was working with and negotiating accordingly, the teardrop shape in the mirror growing wider and more insistent with every push.
"HNNNNGGGHH– fuck– FFFUCK– hoo hoo hoo– haaaah–"
On the next contraction she pushed longer and harder than anything before it, her whole body straining forward, and the head came to a nearly full crown, the widest point of it breaching and holding, the skin around it stretched so white and so taut that she could see every detail of it in the mirror with a clarity that made her breath catch even through the pain.
She held the push as the wave ebbed, refusing to let the head retreat, breathing in short, sharp bursts through her nose.
"Hhhh– hhhh– hhhh– don't you go back, don't you dare go back– hhhh– hhhh–"
The next wave came fast and she rode it all the way to the top, bearing down with a sound that started low in her chest and climbed, and the head crowned fully, the entire crown of it bulging out of her in a slow, wet, squelching bloom that made her cry out and grip her own thigh hard enough to leave marks.
"NNNNGGGHHHAAAA– oh– OH– hoo hoo hoo– oh my god–"
She reached down and cupped it with both hands.
"How," she said, out loud. "How are you this big?"
Another contraction crested far too quickly than she had expected. It’s more insistent now that the head is almost fully out, as if it cannot wait to be expelled from her now bulged out dripping pussy.
The head came free in a gush of fluid so forceful it sprayed the mirror, amniotic fluid running freely down the hardwood floor beneath her, and Rachel collapsed back against the wall with the baby's head cradled in both her hands and her chest heaving and her whole body shaking.
She looked at herself, at the sheer scale of what had just come out of her, and laughed, a short, broken, disbelieving sound.
She had barely caught her breath when the next massive contraction hit her.
"HNNNNGGGHH– oh shit– hoo hoo hoo– NNNGGHHAAA–"
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Happy Sunday, bunnies! Hope y'all are having a lovely weekend so far. I just want to share a free-for-all story that hopefully y'all enjoy reading.
Status: Complete
Word count: 2,091 words
Summary: A woman gives birth in the back row of an economy cabin over international waters.
Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Unassisted in-flight birth, graphic crowning and delivery, gushing fluids, concealed labor and birth in a public setting, a nursing infant, a husband who jerks off to his wife giving birth secretly in public. All characters and scenes are purely fictional. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"Ma'am, can I get you anything? A pillow, some water?"
The flight attendant — young, neat ponytail, name tag that said Cara — was already reaching for the overhead compartment before Reggie could answer, and Reggie kept her face as composed as she could manage, which was getting harder by the minute.
"Water would be great, thank you," she said, and her voice only caught slightly on the last word because the contraction that had been building for the last thirty seconds chose that exact moment to crest, rolling through her lower back and down into her pelvis with a deep, grinding force that made her press her thighs together under the blanket.
Cara set the cup on the tray and moved on down the aisle without a second glance, and Reggie let out the breath she'd been holding in a long, controlled stream. "Hoo... hoo hoo... hhhh."
"How far apart now?" Dax asked from the aisle seat beside her, not looking up from his phone.
"A minute forty," she said through her teeth. "Maybe less."
He set the phone face-down on his thigh and turned to look at her then, and she knew that look. She'd known it for twenty years, had catalogued every version of it, and this particular version had nothing to do with worry.
His eyes moved from her face down to the enormous, low-hanging globe of her belly, round and gravid and pressing heavily into her lap even with her knees drawn up as far as the seat would allow, and something in his expression settled into that private, focused attention that made her want to hit him and also made her stomach flip despite everything.
"You're fine," he said.
"I know I'm fine," Reggie said. "I'm just telling you how close I am."
Three rows ahead of them, their older three were out cold in a heap of travel pillows, the eldest with her mouth open and her neck at an angle that was going to hurt later. Nobody back here was awake.
The nearest passengers were a row up on the opposite side, both wearing noise-canceling headphones, completely sealed off from the world. The back of the cabin was dim and close and, for the moment, theirs.
“I knew we shouldn’t have flown to see your mother.” Reggie said bitterly through another tightening.
Theo stirred against her side and she guided him back to her breast without thinking about it, and he latched and settled immediately, his fat fist curling against her with the total confidence of someone who had never once in his eleven months worried about anything.
"Get the leggings down," Dax said with a wry smile.
Reggie stared at him. "We are in economy, lest you forget."
"And you are about to have a baby in economy," he said so calmly, it’s getting into her nerves, "so get the leggings down and keep the blanket over your lap, and nobody is going to see anything."
She hated that he was right.
She hated it with a specific, well-worn bitterness that had been accumulating since the seventh month when he'd first floated this whole scenario as though it were perfectly reasonable, but hating it didn't change the fact that not only their fifth baby currently lodged in her pelvis had a non-negotiable opinion about its arrival but she also deep inside love this whole idea.
She worked the leggings and her underwear down her thighs in the cramped space, shifting her hips, and got them free of one ankle and bunched around the other before she pulled the blanket back over herself.
She pressed her palm between her thighs and felt the swollen, taut heat of herself, her labia already full, bulging and aching, the baby's head bearing down so far into the birth canal that even the light pressure of her own hand sent a sharp wave of sensation flooding up through her core.
"It's right there," she said, and her voice had gone very low. "Dax. The head is about to come…hoooo–hooo hooo hoooo–”
He reached over and lifted the edge of the blanket just long enough to look, and she watched his jaw tighten in a way that had nothing to do with alarm.
"Yeah," he said, and let the blanket fall back. "It is." He grabbed his own blanket and set it over his thighs, too, trying to cover is growing bulge there, too.
The next contraction didn't give her a warning.
It arrived hard and low, seizing her from the base of her spine and driving straight down with a force that shoved the baby’s fat head forward against her hand, and she crammed her face into Dax's upper arm and bit down on the sound that tore up her throat.
"MMMPHH — nnHH — oh god —hooooooooo–hooo hooo hoooo–" She ground her teeth into his sleeve, her fingers pressing desperately against her vulva, feeling the head surge against them with every pulse of the contraction. Her perineum burned, already stretching, the whole front wall of her vagina pushing outward. "HhhhNNGH — Dax, it's pushing through, I can feel it pushing —"
"Don't fight it," he said, low in her ear.
"I'm trying to slow it down, if I just —" She shifted her hips and immediately regretted it because the movement brought the baby down another fraction and the pressure from her movement and the toddler she was carrying went from enormous to total. "HHMMPHH — okay, okay —hoooo hoooo hooooooo—"
"Stop trying to slow it down, Reggie."
"There are people on this plane," she hissed, lifting her face just long enough to say it.
"Half of them are asleep and the other half have their headphones in," he said, perfectly level.
She pressed her face back into his arm and bore down because her body had already made that decision, and she felt her labia spread around the advancing head, felt the deep hot stretch of her perineum pulling taut as the baby worked through her cervix and down through the last of the birth canal with the focused, patient insistence of a fifth child who had done this before.
"HhhhNNNGGH — MMPHHH —" The sounds came out in bursts against his sleeve, each one half-swallowed, pressed into the warm bulk of his arm. Her free hand fisted into the blanket. "It's coming through, I feel it coming through —"
"I know you do," he said, and his hand came up to press against the back of her neck, heavy and unhurried. His breathing had changed, she could hear it, the way it had gone slightly uneven, and she knew exactly what that meant.
"You are such an ass," she breathed into his arm.
"Head down," he said.
She put her head down on his arm.
Her palm cupped against herself felt the shift — the teardrop shape of the head pressing outward between her folds, small and firm and wet, pushing against the stretched ring of her labia with a force that made her clitoris ache from the inside out. The skin of her perineum was pulling to its absolute limit, and amniotic fluid was already leaking steadily over her fingers and soaking into her leggings beneath her.
"HHhhNNGH — MMMPHHHH —" She pushed into the next contraction, long and grinding, and felt the head advance another fraction and hold, lodged at its widest point with her labia stretched in a burning, stinging ring around the crown. "Ohhhh — MMPHHH — it burns, it burns so much —"
"Breathe through it," Dax said.
"Hoo hoo hoo — hhh — hoo hoo —" She panted through the worst of the stretch, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the sheer searing heat of it, her fingers spread wide against her perineum to ease what pressure she could. Her vulva was swollen and flushed and stretched fully open around the baby's skull, the shape of the head clearly visible to her own touch, every ridge and curve of it pressing against the taut walls of her vagina as it inched forward.
Through it all, her toddler suckled and slept, milk-drunk, it seems, on her engorged breasts.
Down the aisle, Cara passed through again with a drinks trolley and Reggie felt her go past without looking up, face pressed into Dax's arm, the blanket pulled high, breathing in hard controlled bursts through her nose.
Cara paused.
"Is she alright?" she asked Dax, keeping her voice low.
"Migraine," Dax said, without missing a beat. "She gets them on long flights. She just needs to stay still and keep her eyes closed."
A brief pause, and then the trolley moved on.
Reggie would have laughed if there had been any breath left in her body to do it with, but another contraction rolled in on the heels of the last one and she pushed, hard, bearing down with everything she had left, and felt the head inch forward into a full crown — fully out, fully free, sitting heavy and wet and slick in her cupped hand with amniotic fluid running in a warm, gushing stream down her inner thighs and pooling in the leggings beneath her, catching on the hem of the blanket.
"HHNNNN — MMMPHHHH —" The sound tore out of her muffled and desperate, her whole body trembling, and she felt Dax's hand press harder against the back of her neck. "Haaaahh — haaaah — okay — okay, the head is out, Dax, the head is —"
"I know," he said. "Keep going." at this point, he looked around and brought a hand under his blanket to reach inside his sweatpants, giving his hard and leaking cock a few pumps.
She snorted at what he did but bit her lip and stroked her thumb over the wet hair plastered against the skull between her legs, feeling the baby shift and rotate under her fingers, the presenting shoulder turning into position.
She knew this feeling. She loved this feeling, even now, even here, pressed into the back row of an economy cabin thirty thousand feet over the Pacific with her husband's arm as the only thing keeping her from making a sound that would wake every sleeping passenger from here to the galley.
She genuinely, in her bones, loved this.
“Dax,” she whispered hoarsely, and he looked down on her, eyes glossed over, hand pumping himself as discreetly as he can.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Kiss me…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned down and kissed his wife as he continued to pump himself, feeling his balls start to tighten a bit as they made out.
The next contraction built and she pushed into it, and the first shoulder eased through with a long, wet, squelching resistance that pulled a sharp, muffled cry from her throat.
"HHNN — MMPHHH — there — that's it —"
“Let me see, Reg.” He tells her and she sat back and slightly lifted the blanket just enough for him to see it.
“There you go—Mmmmpphhh—haaaaaah–hooo hooo hooo–”
One more push, shorter and decisive, and the second shoulder came free with a slick, gushing rush, and then the rest of the baby slid out into her waiting hands in a warm, wet flood of fluid and relief, trailing the last of the amniotic sac, and Reggie pulled her daughter up against her chest under the blanket and held her there, next to the nursing toddler.
Dax made a grunting sound as he came into the blanket draped over him.
“F–fuck yeah…”
Cara came back through with a stack of napkins six minutes later and stopped at their row again, looking at the blanket-covered situation with eyes that had gone rather wide.
"Oh my god," she said, keeping her voice very low. "Is that — did she just —"
"She did," Dax said, entirely unbothered.
Cara stood very still for a moment. Then she said, "I'm going to get the first aid kit and the senior attendant, and I'm going to need you to not move," and she was gone before Dax could answer.
Reggie looked at the babies on her, one toddler now milk-drunk and deeply asleep and the newborn just latching, her hair sticking to her forehead, her new daughter warm and breathing against her chest.
"You know she's going to file a report," Reggie said.
"Probably," Dax agreed.
Reggie looked down at the babies, then back up at her husband, and she laughed — short and exhausted and completely helpless, the sound muffled quickly against the top of her daughter's head.
"You are so lucky I actually love doing this," she said.
Dax's mouth curved, slow and satisfied. "I know," he said. “I can’t wait for us to do it again.”
-fin
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I squat between your spread legs as you push. Your huge, bare belly tenses around your womb with every effort you make to birth the head of our baby.
The cool mountain air and smell of spring leaves might have been calming if this was at all intended. We came up here to get labor Kickstarted, not to have the baby for God's sake. I should've turned us around when you started clutching your belly. I should've turned back when I realized there was no way your cargo pants were damp from sweat. But what could I really have done? We've had several false labors so far, you're stubborn as hell, and this labor progressed faster than either of us were told. Not even one damn hour and you're already crowning.
Your back arches suddenly, the head surges forward with a gush of fluid into my waiting hands. Your effort sends the shoulders and the rest of the big body into my hands. In less than a few moments they begin to cry loudly.
I can hardly allow myself to feel elated. We're in the middle of the wilderness with a newborn, you exhausted and no cell service. It takes all of me not to lose it at this moment.
I just need to get down the ranger cabin to get help. Despite your protest, I hand you our baby and lift you to your feet. I support your weight as best I can. You hold our new baby with one hand and rest your other arm around my shoulder. The walk is longer than it was coming up and the afterbirth is taking way too long to come out in comparison to how fast your labor was.
"It hurts..." You mumble and I try to pick up the pace.
We finally make it to the ranger cabin and your loud groans are more than enough to make the ranger investigate.
"My wife just had our baby, the afterbirth is stuck or something please help!" I yell.
The mountain ranger nods and runs to our aid. Your moaning even louder now and your knees begin to give. The mountain ranger rushes to help me usher you and our newborn into the cabin. We lead you to a couch and you immediately plop down with your legs spread.
The ranger aids our baby first, then he examines you. His face goes rigid as he palms the still swollen skin of your belly.
The mountain ranger turns his gaze to us and then looks again at your still large belly. "You sure yall were only having one baby?"
Just when he says it, your water breaks again.
We all look at the puddle on the floor, the breaking of the second waters almost comically timed.
“What… no… that’s not possible… mnghhhhh!” My sentence is cut off as another contraction squeezes my belly and everything inside. There was no way it was twins; they would have seen two babies on the ultrasounds, they would have heard two heartbeats… it just wasn’t possible. And yet, the moment the ranger asked the impossible question I could feel it - movement. There was still movement inside my big belly.
“Oh god, babe… I can feel it. I can feel another baby. And they’re coming down… hoooo”
Your face was white as a sheet as you looked between the newborn in the ranger’s arms and my squirming labouring body on the couch. Despite your obvious shock, you bent down and held my hand and stroked a dampened strand of hair behind my ear. “I guess we’re having twins then. Its okay just breathe through the contractions, just like you did before.” You try to coach me through yet another birth.
The ranger quickly called an ambulance but given our location it wasn’t going to be here for at least 45 minutes. The baby in his arms was crying and wouldn't settle. You tried, swaying the infant in your arms and cooing softly, but to no avail.
“Give her here.” I breathed heavily after an aggressive contraction. You handed me the newborn and put the babe straight on my chest and she latched immediately. She was hungry.
“You’re a natural.” You smiled with affection at your new family.
I started to whimper and groan when the next contraction hit. You offered to take the babe but I didn’t want to let her go, she was happy feeding. The unfortunate side effect of breastfeeding triggered more contractions. The noises I was making quickly turned primal as the head of my daughter's sibling pushed into the birth canal. I needed to move, the sofa was putting too much pressure on my pelvis. I threw my arm out towards you and shuffled painfully on the couch. You seemed to instinctively understand what I needed; to squat. You helped me off of the sofa to drop into a deep squat, my back against the edge of the couch, my knees jack-knifed apart. You squatted in front of me and held me steady, I grabbed onto your shoulder with my free hand, the other supporting the suckling baby.
“Ooooohh it’s coming down…gnnnhhhh!” I grunted suddenly and the baby shifted further. “Mnnnghhhh c-can you see it?” I panted.
“Not quite honey, oh wait! Yes. The top of the head, I can see it. Do you need to push?”
“Mmmm n-not yet…. Trying to wait… let the baby come down b-bit more… oh god it’s so big!” I cried out. “How did I not know there were two in there!?”
“They were obviously very good at hiding.” You tried to joke, not dwelling on the frightening fact we were coming out of these woods with two babies.
“Hoooo okay… okay…. There it is-mnnnghhhhhh!!!!!!” The baby and my body decided it was time and I found myself pushing. Hard.
The ranger came and took the baby from my arms when I started pushing, you stayed poised between my legs for the second time that day ready to deliver a baby.
“I can see hair, they’ve got hair! Keep going darling! Push!!!” You cheered, watching the bulge get bigger as the baby parted my lips.
Bracing my hands on my thighs I grunted and mooed with every push, bringing the surprise baby to a full crown in next to no time. “Get it out, get it out!” I cried, my body already exhausted and sore from the first birth and doing it all over again was too much for me to bear.
“It’s coming, just breathe, and push. Slowly darling, gentle pushes.” You instructed as your hand cupped the full crown.
I struggled to calm my breathing, my body trembling with the efforts of labour.
“Hey.” You said softly, “you’re doing brilliantly. You got this.” And you leaned forward to kiss me. A reassurance washed over me, your comfort and support and love all conveyed within the kiss.
I felt calmer, more in control, when the next contraction struck and I gave it my all on the next push. The head flew out with a gush of fluids and before you could check for a chord the rest of the baby slipped out into your waiting hands.
“A boy! We’ve got a boy!” You exclaimed with a tear in your eye, pulling the baby up and placing him straight on my chest.
“Hey little guy…” I said as I took in the first glance of my newborn son.
The ambulance arrived 20 minutes later, checking all three of us over and delivering the placenta, before taking our new family to the nearest hospital.
[these rp asks are giving me life!!! More like this please!]
When your partner arrives home you're squatting in the luke warm bath, draped over the rim of the tub as you ride out the contractions that are steadily bringing baby down.
He makes his way to the bathroom and find you in the bathtub, curled tight around your pregnant stomach with your forehead resting on the cold lip of the tub.
You'd been in here for hours - far longer than you'd intended, actually.
The only reason you got into the tub in the first place was to alleviate some of your late pregnancy aches and pains. You hadn't expected to go into full blown labor so quickly, but the baby has slipped low in your hips while you rested in the warm water and when you went to get out you found it nigh impossible.
"What's the matter, baby?" Your partner hums softly in your ear, rubbing a hand down your tense back as your eyes roll back to look at him over your shoulder.
You take a second to answer, your voice a bit rough after hours of its only use being low grunts and groans as you'd labored.
"It's - ooh, it's time." You groan out, rocking back into your partner's hands as the familiar tightening in your core begins.
There's a soft startle in your partner's grip when the words come out of your mouth, a tremor against your back, but you're too wrapped up in the sudden sinking feeling in your hips to think about much else besides how it shoves downward and fills the space between your thighs.
The tightening of your belly is fierce, drawing up hard and tight and earning a long, low groan of urgency from you for its efforts.
You need to push.
You need to push right now.
You part your thighs even further, spreading them wide and shoving your hips back closer to your partner's hands. One hand comes up to clutch onto the wash cloth bar and the other slips into the water and clutches at your thigh.
"Oohhhhh~!" You moan out, feeling yourself stretch and widen to accommodate the changes inside your body, "It's - it's coming, I can feel it stre-stretching me!"
Your partner's hands move down from your hips to your thighs, feeling blindly under you until he successfully finds your entrance.
"Oh!" He gasps in surprise as he cups your sex, feeling the heavy weight that barrelling through you pressing outward.
"What?" You grunt out in shock, too lost in the need to give birth to actually stop your body from pushing into his hands.
"You're - you're starting to bulge-" He says, his fingers feeling gently around the mass.
It burns a bit, a sharp spark of pain that causes you to whine at the intrusion, but suddenly the pressure doubles down as something insides you shifts and all you manage out is a shaky warning to your partner before you start pushing again.
"Ughhhhh fuck, babe~" You pant out, you back arching as the immense pressure grows too much, the sudden thought of feeling like a bottle about to be uncorked flitting into your mind, "I can't stop... can't stop pushhhiinnggg~"
And it's true, a sudden urgency filling you, screaming at you to strain deeply and get this baby out of you.
"Oh yeah, you're starting to open," Your partner says behind you, his fingers tracing the spreading skin of your hole, "Keep pushing baby, keep pushing."
It feels so big inside of you, the weight of it filling you to the brim and any second now you're just going to burst like a balloon.
And then, because the universe is funny like this sometimes, something does burst inside of you.
There's a brief second where the pressure dissipates, your hips dropping down at the release and your hole fluttering now that it's not being spread open.
That lasts only long enough for you to suck in a few lungfuls of air before the much bigger, much less flexible head of your baby drops down into place. You can't help the startled yelp that you let out, soaking your partner in bath water as you suddenly turn to face him.
Your hand shoots out and grabs ahold of his shoulder as you start to part around the head. He looks shocked as you squat facing him, your legs spread wide as you cling to him with one hand and cup your bulging entrance with the other.
The head wastes no time sliding through you, the mass you are cupping filling your palm almost completely as you grunt gutterally and bear down with a massive effort. It slips forward easily, spreading you into a year drop shape that has your thighs quaking in effort when you let up on your push.
You come down a bit dizzy, your head swimming from lack of oxygen and your opening stinging and burning from the stretch.
"Oh fuck-" You pant out, feeling your belly starting to tense with another contraction so quickly after the last one had let up, "Oh fuck, it's coming..."
Your head slams backward as you start pushing again, your belly drawing up tight against your frame as you start to spread even further around the coming head.
"It's coming ouuUTTTT!" You groan out desperately, your words cutting into a sharp cry as you feel yourself open into a wide, tight circle around the head.
You feel your partner's hands coming down to take over holding the head and immediately move yours to cling to his other shoulder, squaring your stance and dipping your hips low as you let out a long, low moan of urgency.
"Yeah it is, you're doing so good, love." He says as he runs his fingers over your stretched skin.
" 'm gonna... gonna crown on the next one..." You pant out, giving your partner enough time to prepare as you start to bear down and centimeter by centimeter your pushed open wider, until finally you reach the widest point. "It's gonna... ooooOOOHHHHHH~"
Your head shoots straight up when you feel yourself stretched into a perfect circle around the head, how the weight settles and how tight you've stretched and suddenly you're standing upright on shaky legs, pushing yourself desperately into your partner's hands to ease the pain.
"It's crowning!" You cry out, as if the man holding said crown between your thighs isn't aware of this. But you're far too preoccupied to be worried about the semantics of your words.
You bend your knees out awkwardly, standing wide legged and bent over your heavy middle. Your hands rest on your knees as you gasp for breath wetly, your body fighting to make sense of what it's feeling.
All too quickly the need to push comes back, and you find yourself dropping into a squat again as you feel the head start to slip through again.
"Theresababyohfucki'mhabingababyyyyy-" You grunt out through gritted teeth as you spread wider and wider.
It's out to it's brow, the bridge of its nose, and you suck in a quick breath before doubling down on the tail end of the contraction and grunt and groan the nose out.
"That's it, baby, that's it!" Your partner cheers over your primal noises, his hand keeping steady pressure against the crown to keep it from coming to quickly, "Push, push, push!"
"I am pushing~" You grit out, pressing your chin to your chest and bearing down, "
Here is another video with a slow crowning, where the mother's lips are unable to stretch enough for a long time, and she screams and strains with each contraction.
(Content Warning: implications of something bad happening in the past)
It had been just the kind of day we both needed.
My roommate and I had both been nervous at the start of the school year. It was both of our first year in college, and I knew the pressure had been getting to her. I remember that, within the first few months, I’d overheard Jess crying in the bathroom. I knocked on the door, asked if she was ok. Admitted that I’d already had myself a bit of a cry over stress and being a bit homesick. She laughed a little, admitted that she’d had her family on her mind a lot lately too.
We watched some movies, destressed a bit, and that began a pretty close friendship neither of us expected. There had been arguments from time to time, spans of quietly avoiding one another, of course. But we always made up, and things would go back to normal pretty fast.
It was a day near the end of the semester that it happened. Jess had just been lounging on the couch behind me, shifting around and breathing heavily, sometimes wincing or letting out frustrated little huffs. I was focusing on my game, but honestly, I wasn't really feeling it.
A quick gasp came from the girl I’d gotten close with over the last year. “Oh. Hm. Ok, uh… hey! Are you doing anything particularly important right now?” She asked, ruffling my hair teasingly. I waved her hand off, and said “Nothing important. Why, what’s up?” She nodded, and asked “You wanna watch me give birth?”
I blinked. “Do I… what?” She just smiled at me. “Come on, we use the same computer! If you wanted to keep your stash secret, you shouldn't have saved it in our shared folders.” I blushed. I hadn't even realized I’d put them there. The pictures, the stories, the videos. “Ah… s-sorry, I can move them out of there, I didn’t realize-”
She laughed. “Hey! That’s not what I’m asking about right now!” Jess met my eyes, smiling. “Do. You want. To watch me. Give birth?” I wasn't sure what to say. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, in through her nose, out through her mouth.
“Uhm… I mean… yes!” I finally managed to squeak out. It felt like my cheeks must be on fire, I was blushing so hard. “Yes, I… I would love to watch that. Does that mean you’re, uhm… pregnant?”
Jess threw her head back, throwing her long hair out of her eyes. “Oh yea. I’ve kinda… been pregnant the whole time you’ve known me?” She lifted the puffy sweater she’d been wearing.
My roommate was huge. She was unmistakably pregnant, I had no idea how she’d been hiding it from everyone, even me. A deep, dark line ran from her navel, down toward the bottom of her belly. Her bellybutton had pushed out into a prominent outie. My eyes roamed lower, and I saw her pants. Saw her crotch was soaked.
“Oh… your waters…” she nodded, breathing heavily again. “Just now. The contractions have been going for over a day now. They’re getting… hooo… pretty strong. And pretty close. Been debating trying to hide it or just… well. Sharing it with you. I know you like this kinda thing, and… maybe it’ll make it more fun?”
My heart was slamming in my chest. “Can I ask… how…” I managed. She looked down at her body, her top now completely off, naked from the waist up. I could see her heavy breasts, her dark nipples. I hadn't realized how much Jess’ chest had grown since I met her.
“You sure you wanna know?” She asked, standing up laboriously and starting to fiddle with her pants button. “I’ll warn you, it’s… pretty messed up. Is it enough to just say I didn't want this to happen, and I’m not keeping it?” I thought about it. I really wanted to know… “I’ll tell you. If you really want me to. All the messy details.”
I shook my head. “No. Maybe later, if you need. But… I don't want to make labor harder for you.” Another smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it. And… you’ve made this process so much easier to bear, if that makes any sense. I guess I kinda want to give back for all you did for me. Even if you didn’t know how much you h-h-heeelpeddd…”
Jess’ words melted into a moan, her pants falling around her knees. I could see her womb flexing, straining. The contractions were huge. I checked my phone, the last one was three, MAYBE four minutes ago. This was really happening, soon.
“Hoookay…” she said, straightening, gripping her panties and tugging them down, around her knees, her ankles, before stepping out of them fully. She sat back on the couch, legs open, completely naked, skin already shining with sweat from how intense labor was getting. “How do I look? Is it as good as the girls in your stash?”
I drank her in. Her lips were swollen, puffy, her body preparing for an entire baby to come out of her, in less than an hour. I saw her arms and legs, her feet and hands, her hips, the way her baby belly spilled over the sides of her normal frame, pressed so far forward. Her face, which I knew would soon scrunch in a big push, expression a mix of focus, effort, and pain at the same time as she did something so intimate, so profoundly sexual…
A gasp escaped her, her back arching a little as she closed her eyes “oh man… getting intense… big contraction… hooolyyy shiiit I’m really… ha… really about to have a baby for that dick…” I nodded. “You really are. I can see how close you are. You’re… radiant, Jess. You’re so sexy, so amazing like this.”
Another soft smile. “I’m glad you’re here. I don't know if that's normal? But… I kinda don't care. It felt nice hanging around with you. And doing this…” she shrugged. “It just felt nice too. Safe. I know I can trust you.”
Jess met my eyes again. “But! Quick, before it gets too serious. No touching, at all, unless I very, very specifically tell you. Got it?” I nodded. “No calling the hospital either. I’m not stupid. I’ll tell you if something feels wrong, ok?” Another nod from me, as I saw her belly tightening hard again. So soon after the last one.
“Right. And three… ngh… th-three… is… ah… oh man… they’re getting so bad… I can feel that head in there, it's gonna come soon… fuuuck I didn't want this… I don't want thiiisss…”
She wasn‘t pushing. Not yet. But I could see she was close to it. Her entire body trembled with the force of her labor pains, and try as she might to be calm and casual about it, she couldn't help herself.
“S-sorry. Don't mean to scare you. It's just… really close now. A-anyway.” Jess made herself relax again. “The, uh. Third thing. You can say or ask whatever you want, as long as you’re not just, like, gross? Use common sense? And I’ll answer as I can.” I nodded again, and she gave me a big grin. “Awesome. Come on up close then. I think I’m going to feel really pushy soon. That last one was so much, I couldn’t… ngh… oh!”
I watched her belly squeeze again. Jess was really in labor… she had been pregnant. For months. And I hadn't realized. I didn't know who had done this to her… I’d never caught her with a boy, she didn't go to parties. It must have been from before she came to school. But she didn't talk about having friends or boyfriends from before. And never talked about her family at all…
In the time it took me to fantasize about Jess being raped full of life, another pain had overtaken her. And this time was big. “Mmm… MMM! Ok ok ok ok, it’s… oh that's intense… I didn't know… it would feel like that… nnnggghhh!”
Arousal made me shiver, as I saw her entire being tense, hands slowly gripping the cushion of the couch. “Is it… Do you feel pushy?” I managed, barely able to keep my voice steady. My naked, laboring friend nodded, managing to force through grit teeth “So… push… y… Ha… ha… hooo, oh man, ohhhh man, that’s… wow…”
The contraction had ended, but I couldn't stop thinking about it. “Good job, Jess…” I said, eyes roaming her. “His baby is coming… aren't you happy, rewarding him for what he did?” She smirked at me. “There you go… don't be shy, it's ok.”
She took a moment to just breathe. “It kinda makes me feel sick, knowing he’s so happy he got me pregnant. Knowing he’s glad I’m giving birth for him. But… I also feel really… I don't know. Like… fuck. I felt the head, inside. I can feel it now, if I focus on it. There is a head of a baby moving into my vagina… it stings, aches, but… mnnn, I want it out…”
Blushing, the freshman girl corrected “oh this is bad, I didn't mean to say that last bit. A lot of it is… so primal. Like, you’ll never feel something like this. Your body telling you you HAVE to, and so… ungh… you j-just… do… ha… HA! OOOHHH I FEEL… PUSHYYY!”
I could see it through all of her. Her thighs quivered slightly as she bore down. One foot pressing down into the couch cushions. The other lifting, toes curling as she bore down. Her hands gripped the vision and the back of the couch at the same time as her chin tucked and she pushed, not fighting her instincts even a little.
“H-heaaaadddd…” she moaned. “Moving… through… pressure… oh god oh god… so much pressure… I gotta… push… with it…” Jess was forcing herself to tell me about what was happening. How it felt. What she was doing, how she was progressing.
She wasn’t trying to prevent her whole body pulling in, trying to get this baby to exit her beautiful body. But she WAS trying to keep her face from becoming that desperate agonized scrunch, forcing herself to stay herself, not lose herself completely to the sensations and instincts of childbirth.
I told her she was doing good. That she was beautiful, that I could see how hard her body was working. “You really don't want it at all, huh?” I asked, as she relaxed, gulping in air between contractions. “Just need this baby out?”
My laboring friend smiled, already a bit tired, nodding. “Y-yea. That first time you found me crying? It was about this. Took a test. Knew who’s it was right away. But you made it better, gave me a reason to keep going, you know? You made it better every time I couldn't stand it.”
Jess gestured at her body. “I can feel it. Shit… it's so low now. I think it's going to be right there on the next push.” She gave a laugh, partly bitter, partly almost excited. “Fuck me. I might crown. With this next push. I don't know if I’m terrified of it or stoked to see how you react…” “I know you’ll be beautiful, either way.” I said, before thinking about it. She winked, and blew me a kiss. “You say that to all the girls who give birth on your couch, don’t you?”
Her expression shifted. “Ohhhh… hooo, hooo, ohhh it’s about to… the urge… it's so BAD! Fuck, gotta calm down, calm dooowwwnnn-!” I moaned in delight, aching with arousal as her entire body clenched with another push. “Jess… oh god, Jess, your vagina… I can see it bulging… the head was closer than you thought!”
“Ngh… can feel it… inside my lips… oh it wants to come it wants to cccooommmeee!” The poor thing was barely holding on, but still fighting through it. “Tell me what you see, I feel sooo much pressure…”
“I see your labia pushing forward… your opening is barely still closed around it… keep pushing…”
“I am, I’m pushing, I couldn't fight it if I wanted to, need to so bad…”
“Your body… you’re opening up… the lips are parting, there’s little thick strands of your fluids… and they’re touching the head… it’s got dark hair, slimy and glistening…”
“Just like it's shitty daddy… fuck… it's gonna look just like him, I know it… just like him… ngh, out of me, pleeeaaase get out of me baby, I need you ooouuuhttt…”
“You’re opening up so wide! Please keep going… keep pushing! It’s a teardrop shape now…”
“That must! MNNNGGGHHH! Look so sexy!”
“It does, it really does, you look so good, it's widening! Opening up!”
“I feel it! Burning! My lips just… tingling, stretching so much! His baby hurts so baaaad!”
Jess’ body relaxed. She fell back, panting, the baby sinking back a tiny bit as a groan escaped her. “Fuck… where did… how far back did it go?”
“Not much.” I replied. This was amazing. I never thought I would get to see a real birth, let alone like this. She was beautiful, her hair a mess, glistening with sweat, and her vagina was open, gripping the head of her baby.
“Good.” The soon-to-be-mom sighed. “It’s good then? You like it?” I nodded, beyond words. She smiled warmly back. “Any questions? Before it comes? I feel like the next push is going to be huge. It might end right there.”
“Uhm… do you regret it? Carrying this to term.” Her voice had a touch of a laugh. “I regret getting pregnant, and not realizing for so long. But… no. I don't want to be a mom or keep it still, but… I'm honestly glad I get to experience birth. And… especially with you.”
“Can you… touch the head for me?” She laughed, even though it made her wince. “You’ll have to get my hand down there! But yea. Just for a moment. I don't want to touch His baby more than I have to.”
I took my friend's wrist, moved it between her legs. Ran her fingertips over the hair of her emerging baby. She winced, but let me keep going, until her whole palm was cupping the head.
“Fuck…” she whispered. “That’s a baby… His baby… coming out of me. I can feel it inside me still… I’m giving birth to this, because of him… it feels so gross and slimy with my… my everything, I guess…” I nodded. “It is. You’re doing so good. Almost done.”
Jess looked up at me, and started to say something. Then her expression changed, and she groaned “Oh… it's t-time… oh god it's bad this time… I… HAVE… to… PUSH!”
Her toes curled tight, the hand between her legs gripping her thigh as the other held the back of the couch once more. “I c-can… barely… talk…” she grunted. “Just need… it out… so bad… feel… it moving…”
“I know. You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.” I said, in awe of what my roommate’s body was doing. The head kept coming, crowning her wider. The forehead slipped forward. A nose. An ear. The whole face, slipping out in a gush of birthing fluids.
“That was the head… felt the head… ngh… it looks good, doesn't it?” She was grinning, could see I loved every moment of it. “Can feel it rotating… it's flexing… on its own… feels so weird. Mngh… can't stop pushing… the shoulders… Oh! Catch it!”
I did. As one arm popped free, followed by the other, I caught the newborn she’d just fully birthed. Jess fell back, exhausted, breathing heavily. “That was… intense…” she panted. I noticed she wasn't looking at me. Or, more specifically, the baby.
I looked down. A girl. Her hair a different color. Face nothing like the girl’s I’d been sharing a dorm with. She was right, her baby looked nothing at all like her. I trailed my fingers along the umbilical chord. “Can you… feel that?” I asked, working my way up it.
She shook her head. “Not at all. What are you doing?” “Nothing.” I replied. I kept staring at where it emerged from inside her. Connecting her and this baby she didn't want, needed me to take away. I cut the cord and clamped it, and Jess told me she could handle the placenta if I wanted to drop off the baby before people heard.
She was right. I was back, safe and sound, the baby squalling outside of a nearby firehouse, and my friend had started the TV, exhausted but happy, the remains of her delivery nowhere to be found. The only hints were the towels all over the couch, the smell of sex, of birth in the air, and the fact that Jess was completely exhausted.
She leaned against me, breathing deep. “Thank you. For being such a good friend. Did you enjoy watching?” I nodded, humbled at the tragic beauty she’d shared.
You have been sitting in the bathroom for well over an hour now. The last football game of the season had ended and everyone was already at afterparties. You are the only audience to the groans and crying in the stall next to you. The sound of fluid dripping on the hardly clean floor.
You cupped your hand on your mouth and your legs clenched together. There was another student in the stall next to you, pants around their ankles and a puddle of blood and viscous fluid around the base of the toilet. They were clearly giving birth.
You are sure your fellow college student is too far gone to notice you are even in the stall next to her.
“It hurts… stop hurting me!” The student cried. Her voice cracked in the scream of agony that came after. “Ah! Ah! Someone help me! I can't-I ca-”
The student roared louder than ever. Minutes of the students shrieking ended as a gush of fluid hit the tile of the stadium bathroom. You hear her voice rise in a frantic and desperate pitch. The porcelain of the toilet jangled as the student sat upon it shook and wept.
The student’s voice cried out in sputtering, throaty gasps. Then she shrieked and a heavy splat hit the pants around her ankles. The student's body fell back heavily on the toilet.
“No….no…” The young mother whispered.
You could hardly believe what you just heard. You'd heard stories about this happening on campus but it was all fantasy to you.
You dip out of the stall and the bathroom while your peer weeps at the new, raucous wailing of a baby. You couldn't imagine that ever being you; dropping some bastard baby in the stadium bathroom.
You rush off the field and try to wipe away the sound of the older girls screaming and the sight of pooling fluid on the tile. It was the end of your first semester and you had an end of term party to get to. You can’t let things like that dampen your mood.
~~10 months later~~
You speedily stumble into the college stadium bathroom, your brow drenched with sweat, air hitched in your throat as you try to breathe deep. You crash through the handicap stall with a deep waddle, basically falling into the support bar on the wall.
You were stupid to think you were an exception. Your body took the first spray of cum it ever got and made sure it stuck with you to fester.
Your abdomen, the product of your arrogance, is barely hidden by a t-shirt much too small. Your stomach is distended into an ugly display of your fertility. It droops to your thighs like a ripe and heavy fruit on a thin branch. Your Belly button is melted into a splotch of discolored skin with stripes of stretch marks circling it like it was a planet. The surface is hard as rock and hot as coals. Movement ripples through it like a miniature sea victim to the moon's pull. You can only watch and hold its underside in both horror and awe.
You feel as though your baby could fall out with the way it sat in your pelvis. you hated that feeling. It was like it was taunting you with the Idea that you'd soon be facing the greatest pain in your life.
Your stomach contorts, changing shape before your eyes. You grasp the support bars and rise on the tips of your toes trying to escape the pain. Your back arched and your body shook as the pressure consumed your crotch. That lowness that was present has become tenfold on your cervix and underbelly. The myriad of sensations makes your face scrunch and go red. The pressure was breaking something you didn't want to be broken.
“N-not now, not now!” You think while a restrained cry crawls out of your throat when the contraction peaks.
In defiance, between your legs, your crotch begins to spew thick fluid onto your legging covered thighs and the tiled floor. The contraction finally ebbs away, but you can feel the head of your baby sitting on your cervix.
Your breathing becomes panicked. The inevitable is happening.
Each minute is eternal. flashes of heat envelop you, forcing you to take off your leggings and T-shirt. Your body opens itself to expel the product of all of its efforts. your spine and belly seize in an agonizing rhythm. Strikes of pain lance through your cervix when the contraction forces your baby lower into its dialating flesh.
Before you know it, you feel your body call for your part. Push.
You refuse it. Your thick thighs quake and your breath trembles because of your resistance. It's all for naught. The baby slides into your canal slowly. Still, you refuse to give in.
You stand in the bathroom, white knuckling the metal bar through brutal contractions. Your body is glistening with sweat and your bump never looks out of a contraction. Your head rolls each time you feel your baby drop lower and fill your pussy. You think unbearability can't get worse. Until you feel it. Your pussy begins to press outward. You reach your hand to your crotch and jerk it away instantly. It was still a small slit, but the pressure and roundness made the crown unmistakable.
You cry out as the head pulls your pussy forward and parts your lips into a burning circle.
Then the descent stops. Contraction after contraction barrels into you and there is no progress. The baby isn't stuck. No, it just needs a push now. A push you aren't willing to give. You didn't want to push. You didn't want to have this baby right now, not here. But instincts and fear were stronger than sensibility and acceptance.
Your face screws as you resist the instinct.Your legs can't close and just touching your bowled out pussy pushes your tolerance to pain. Nothing but your will keeps the baby in.
Though, your body is tired of asking you for the bare minimum.
A hard contraction, harder than the rest, takes you. The reddened, misshapen ball of a belly you have strangles your womb. Your eyes bulge as the head forces your pussy to spread to a full crown. The shriek that comes from you is inhuman and marks your surrender.
You instantly bring your chin to between your chest and you finally lower to a squat. Your contorted belly drops when you push. A gravelly version of your voice echoes within the bathroom. Fluid spurts from your full pussy, the grasp It has on your big baby is nigh inseparable. Your back arches, pushing your belly and pelvis out into an arc.
Then, at the peak of pain, the head shoots out of you followed by a torrent of fluid. You don't stop bearing down. The shoulder pops out next and the baby slides onto your pile of clothes. Your stomach deflates into a fleshy mound.
Instantly, the baby begins to cry.
Instinct still drives you now. Your only purpose is to mother the child now.You carefully pick up the baby. You're now just like that student you heard months ago.
As you struggle to stand with your baby in your arms, in the next stall over a freshman quietly panted in shock and promised to herself that she would never be in the stall next door.
