Disaat isteriku mendesah (moaning) dengan penuh ghairah, aku meneruskan tujahan batangku ke dalam pepek tembam isteriku dengan laju dan sengaja aku tekan sehingga ke dalam mencecah rahim. Isteriku menggigit bucu bantal sambil moaning penuh ghairah menahan tujahanku.
Hampir 15 minit aku menujah pepek kegemaranku itu, tiba-tiba isteriku menjerit moaning "arrrrhhhhhhhghhhhhhhhhh" lalu dia memancutkan air pepek dengan banyak sekali. Habis tilam dan bantal semua basah akibat air pepek isteriku.
"biy... Ahhh sedap," bisik isteriku. Aku yang masih belum muntahkan benih ni, baringkan isteriku dengan segera. Aku susuh bantal-bantal di belakangnya agar dia selesa.
"biy nak lagi ke,," tanya dia tersengih nakal. Aku segera menjawab "selagi benih ni tak terpancut masuk selagi tu biy nak jolok sayang," kataku sambil mengusap pipinya.
Kaki isteriku sudah terkangkang luas menunggu tujahan seterusnya. Maka aku dengan rakus terus menujah batang sedalam yang boleh sehingga mata isteriku putih menahan kesedapan. Aku menghenjut sambil mengusap perut boyot isteriku dan meramas teteknya yang penuh susu.
Content: Miguel is fighting demons. Said demons are baby fever. His patience is getting tested the entire time. Brief violence (Miguel gets into a fight). Pregnancy mention. Oral sex. Vaginal sex. P in V. A little bit of cum eating.
A/N: I saw this prompt and immediately thought Miguel would be perfect for it. Hope you all enjoy!
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The dream always starts with the scent of powder.
That light, airy smell hugs Miguel's senses when he steps inside the nursery. It invites him in to the baby blue color on the walls, the white crib next to it complimenting the space. The melodic sounds from the mobile, tasked with making sure the baby has sweet dreams.
You’re watching the dancing stars with a serene look, picturing your child happy in the room made for them with a hand on your growing belly. Miguel comes from behind with a chaste kiss on your neck, his hands on top of yours, to feel the stirring child inside.
His chest swells with happiness. He gets to have you and a healthy baby on the way, to spend a lifetime together. What could ruin this moment?
He wakes up.
Miguel groans at the alarm clock blaring in his ears. Lyla's hologram dances above it, telling him to wake up and start the day.
“Shock me. You couldn’t let me sleep for five more minutes?”
Lyla stops the alarm, reclining in her chair with a cup of coffee, “I did that last time and you got mad at me.” Miguel slams his head against the pillow, using another to cover his face. “Hey, big guy, work isn’t gonna do itself.”
“It will if I jump off a building.”
She sucks her teeth, “Too bad you have superpowers.”
Miguel turns over, pillow over his ears. He just needs a few more minutes to get up. “Give me ten.”
“Fine. Ten more minutes.” He can’t see it, but he knows Lyla is hovering over him, mug still in her hand. “And I’m counting.”
He waits until he’s sure his assistant is gone before sighing. Immediately, his hand goes lower to his erect shaft.
Miguel takes in a breath when he grips the base. He recollects what happened in his dream. The nursery, the baby toys, you and your swollen belly. He strokes himself, pumping his cock with the pre from his leaky tip.
He imagines the entire baby making process. How he has you trapped under his hard body, messy thrusts paired with messy kisses. You’re moaning about how you can’t wait to have his baby. Your slick sex, legs around his waist to lock him in so he has no choice to fill you up.
Miguel heaves, biting his lip to the point where it hurts. The metallic taste of his blood spurs him on while his hand keeps that same pace. It adds to illusion when he thinks he’s knocked you up three times already. This fourth time is to absolutely make sure you carry his child. Why else does he wait until you’re on the brink of exhaustion, fighting with his super stamina to keep up. So he can put a baby in you as many times as he likes.
His talons prod out just a bit, scraping along the silky sheets. His eyes rolled back, his back in an arch, toes curled when he spills his seed with a strangled moan. It takes a moment for him to gather himself, body coated with sweat.
He wanted to stop having these dreams.
The ones where you’re carrying his baby. Miguel can’t explain what it was like seeing you with a child. His child. It ignites an unknown emotion in him. He wasn’t sure if it was pride, love, or a secret third thing. All he knew was that he can’t stop imagining you pregnant and it gets him going. It really does.
The problem is you’ve only been dating for six months.
He’s pined over you for a year and was ecstatic when you accepted his feelings. It seemed like something from a cheesy romance book. You, a normal person, was into Miguel O’Hara, who is also Spider-Man. And you didn’t care. All you knew was that you wanted to be with him. He wanted to be with you.
Now, how was he going to tell you that he’s imagining you with his baby? That was easy. He wasn’t.
Miguel thought it was embarrassing enough that he was turned on by the thought of you carrying his child. Telling that to you was taking the embarrassment to a whole nother level. Plus, it was too soon. You just started leaving your clothes at his place. A baby was something you don’t talk about until marriage.
Yes, he does want to marry you, but that’s besides the point. This would be something he had to deal on his own.
HQ was practically baby proof. A lot of the teens he had to watch should've been suitable enough to push aside the baby thing. Yet stopping by the Go Home Machine, one of them made him reconsider.
“Did you see that video I sent you?” Margo says through one of her copies. The other working diligently with system checking the machine.
Miguel takes a sip of his coffee while opening his watch, “Yeah, the dancing dog one?”
“No, the one with giggling baby.”
His eyes widens, but he maintains his composure. “Uh, no I don't think I saw that.”
“Uh, you should watch it.”
“Now? We're at work.”
“I sent you a video of a cat eating bread and you watched it right away while I was taking an anomaly home.” She folds her arms, “Hypocrite.”
Miguel scowls, “Watch it.”
“Then watch it! Please?”
Those virtual puppy dog eyes always gets him. It's why he grumbles before quickly pulling up the video.
A baby with a huge, toothless smile giggles directly in the camera. The mom is playing peek-a-boo with them, just to get the child's pure reaction. Not having a care in the entire world.
“See? Isn’t that cute?”
It was and now he's picturing you with the baby, making it laugh with joy, giving them the attention they deserve. Miguel knew he shouldn't have watched this.
“Yeah, very cute.” Miguel closes the video, “We should get back to work.”
“Boo!” Margo sticks out her tongue, “Just for that, I'm sending you more baby videos.”
“I'd rather you didn’t.”
“I will.”
Baby video aside, that was just one slip up. A dot in a field of stars. That didn’t mean he should be serious about this baby thing. Margo typically gets distracted with other things during her time in HQ. He’s sure she’s going to let the baby videos go.
And yet, she was true to her word. Every video Margo has sent him the past hour was full of babies. Them laughing, some staring at strangers with their wide eyes whenever they past by, playing with their toys. Others were missing food from their mouths or playing with pets in the house. If Margo saw a baby in it, she’d send it to him.
Damn, they were cute.
He can see you sending a picture of your baby capturing the attention of strangers in the grocery store one day, flooding you and the baby compliments of how adorable they are. Miguel would have that video saved in his watch immediately so he can look at it during downtime.
No! No, he said he wasn’t going to succumb to babies.
Curse Margo. He knows she’s not gonna like it, but he can’t look at baby videos anymore. It’s fine if she tells him off later.
Miguel needs to clear his head. A quick snack in the cafeteria would be good. He’ll eat anything that doesn’t remind him of a baby.
While walking past, with the usual pep in his step, he kept thinking about food. Any type of food. No babies. No babies. No. Babies.
It would’ve worked until a cry of babies resonated in a part of HQ.
Miguel followed the source to a room that had a sign of “Spider Daycare” on the front. Inside he saw Peter, Jess, and a few other spiders corralling babies into their designated areas. They were all small, crawling around, giggling at any and everything. Some already unlocked their spider abilities so they’re on the walls, swinging around and dodging the adults.
The entire room screamed it was for children. Baby toys, a play area designated for them in the back. A nap area for whenever they get tired. Bright colors all around, but not so bright to where the area was overstimulating.
What…did he do?
“Miguel!” Peter called over, holding up one child as three more babies crawl up his body. “Do you see this? And you said Spider Daycare wasn’t gonna be a success. Well how do ya like them apples?”
Miguel wasn’t sure if he wanted to take the rest of the day off or submit to his baby fever. He decided on neither.
“I thought Spider Daycare was pushed back a few more weeks.”
“Yeah, that’s what happened but then Jess here-” Peter motions to her chasing after a baby, “She found more volunteers. Even Spider Mascot, can you believe it?” He did, when he saw the fuzzy spider suit have a bunch of kids stuck to them.
Miguel had no problem with Spider Daycare. He thought it was a good idea, especially for fellow spiders who had children and couldn’t watch them 24/7. But why, why did it have to be right now? Right when he can’t stop thinking about filling you up, so you can have his baby?
“This is a permanent thing, huh?”
“As long as we have babies.” Jess cuts in, carrying a young girl on her hip. Not hers, but she latched on to Spider-Woman as if she was her mom. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight. “Guess who’s also here?”
Before he could ask, you immediately come around the corner, chasing a kid. You scoop the boy up in your arms, tickling him until he pleaded for mercy. Miguel’s knees buckled. It’s almost as if his dream came to life. The boy had similar features to him too. It’s like he could be your child.
He needed to leave.
“I don’t want to disturb you-”
“Miggy!” You wave at him, carrying the child across the room. “You like the new daycare?”
Miguel didn’t have a chance to say anything when the child latches on to his face, making the entire group laugh. He tries to pry the boy off. “Y-Yeah I like it.”
“I’m glad you do. This daycare is really important for everyone. I want to volunteer here when I can to help out.”
“And this is why you’re my favorite.” Jess comments.
The idea of you at the Spider Daycare, helping out with the kids, being like a mom to them, it’s stirring in his stomach.
Yeah, he needed to get out of here. Do some work, something to get his mind off of you carrying his child. His hands twitch at the thought of pulling you into his lab, knocking you up right then and there.
You take the boy away from Miguel, laughing at his clinginess, “This one has been busy since he came in here. What can you expect from a baby who’s mom is a Black Cat.”
The boy chews on your thumb and it amuses you more. Miguel can see your kid doing the same thing, drooling all over your hands like it’s no problem.
“Kids can’t help it, right?”
You agree with him and he wants to say more. Like would your child be like that? If they’d be a handful just like the one in your arms?
A crime alert stops him, saving himself.
“Enjoy the babies.” Miguel says before deciding to go do his job.
The one where he hardly has to save babies. Lately, it’s been the typical bank robbery or police chase. Not one where he have to save a bunch of kids. Spider-Man can save babies, Miguel O’Hara just didn’t want to deal with nothing else baby related.
He should’ve stopped hoping.
In Nueva York, another dimension’s Doc Ock was terrorizing downtown. That was fine, Miguel can handle it. He was looking forward to beating down the villain and getting rid of some of these emotions he was keeping in.
Their fight was getting messy. The villain loved contributing to property damage, each swing of his arms involved objects. Chairs, glasses, people to deter Miguel. It was getting bad to the point where he may need to call for back up. Miguel decided against it. He could handle it on his on. He has to.
Then he ended up getting tossed into a hospital, right in the maternity ward.
Shock him.
This Doctor Octopus felt no remorse for the babies inside the hospital, or maybe he didn’t see them when he tossed a gas tank. Miguel didn’t need spider sense to see it blow up in his face. There was a handful of sleeping babies in the incubators and he needed to get them out.
Baby fever be damned right now. He wasn’t going to let those kids die.
Spider-Man swooped up each infant, using his webs to make a sling so he had room to carry them all. He resisted the urge to soothe each and every one that cried their heads off. To wipe their tears away and let them know that he saved them so they don’t need to worry.
When he got them to safety, giving them off to the police, he missed that new baby smell. Hints of it clung to him tight on his suit. Would your baby smell like that once they arrive? He’d want to bury himself in that smell while their hand curls around his thumb for the first time.
That Doc Ock was in for a rude awakening.
Miguel’s punches got harder, his kicks more arduous. He wasn’t going to let the villain slide for burning down an entire maternity ward. Innocent children almost losing their lives. He made sure the villain didn’t get up once Miguel took him back to the Go Home Machine. He threw them inside, telling Margo to make sure he gets sent away next.
His muscles ached. When Miguel sat down on his chair in the lab, he took a breath. The baby scent was still stuck to him. He can’t stop thinking about their cute faces, even when they were under distress.
He doesn’t know how long he can hold this in. Maybe he should tell you. You might look at him weird, call off the relationship because it’s strange to thinking about having kids with someone six months in. But he can’t keep this in anymore.
“I heard you saved an entire ward of babies today.” You say, going to check up on him on your break from Spider Daycare.
Miguel went face first on the console, “Seriously? You heard about that?”
“Yes? You have a problem with saving babies?” He sighs when you run your hand through his hair, brushing it away from his face.
“No, it’s this day.”
“Something happen?”
He grimaces, the confession on the tip of his tongue. But you’re looking at him with love and he didn’t know what to do if you decide to shut him out. “Nothing happened. I just noticed a lot of…kids today.”
“Did you know that some of the people you work with are kids?” He chuckles with you at that. He knows he’s being a little dramatic. This day was just a coincidence. “Maybe going to my friend’s baby shower will help with the oddness of today.”
Miguel sat up, surprising you. “What? Your friend’s having a baby shower?”
“Yeah, Keisha. She’s having it tomorrow.” You frown when Miguel gives a blank look, “You forgot didn’t you?”
“No! No, nena. I…was surprised it’s really tomorrow given what I had to deal with.”
You take his hands, looking into his eyes. “It’s supposed to be a casual day. You don’t have to worry about saving babies.”
That wasn’t what he was worried about, but he doesn’t contest and gives you a reassuring smile. That confession will have to wait another day. He didn’t want you to be bothered by a baby shower if you decide to end it off with him.
Miguel had to muster up all of his superhero willpower to get through a day that’s all about a baby. Someone else’s baby. Not his.
He does some mental exercises while standing at the front door of your friend’s home the next day. Instead of counting, his mind swarms with DNA combinations. AAGT, ACCA, AACC… It all goes out the window when your friend opens the door and he’s hit with everything baby.
There are baby decorations, your friend is having a boy so blue colored balloons are scattered along the ceiling. A large banner saying ‘Congrats, it’s a boy!’ is displayed across the living room. It’s a large turnout with people mingling while holding cups in the shape of a baby bottle. Gifts filled with items for the baby were stacked on a wide table.
Baby toys, baby balloons, baby games. It’s baby, baby, baby. Miguel wanted to put down the gift and leave. He’ll send an apology card to your friend once he’s cooled off. But then he got trapped. Your arm wrapped around his and he’s pulled into socializing.
People giving stories about their experiences with their kid. The dirty diapers, the long nights, the first word. All with a mix of emotions from exhaustion to pride. Miguel hasn’t taken care of a baby, the most being the stunt he pulled with another dimension’s Gabriella.
He wonders how it’ll be the first night you two bring your child home. All of those late nights, waking up at odd times to calm the baby. He’s typically a night owl so he knows it won’t be a problem for him. You’ll be able to get some rest too.
Bad idea to have that thought right now.
During the baby shower, the host has a photo op. Where anyone can take a picture with her wearing a fake belly. The joke is supposed to be playful, involving the person to pose with the actual pregnant person. The belly even looked silly to put on as some people struggled with it.
For you, it’s like something clicked in him.
He saw you in that fake belly, bumping bellies with your friend, laughing with her. All he saw was your future with him. How he was finally able to put a baby in you and proof that you’re having his child. No one else’s.
He can't take it anymore.
You were winding down from the night during the ride home. All about how you're excited for your friend, that she promised to send you the very first baby picture. You're gushing, eyes filled with excitement. Like you want to have a baby yourself.
Miguel grips the wheel tighter at the mere thought. He'd be ecstatic if you said you want to have a baby with him. That would make what he's about to do to you so much sweeter.
“You alright?” You ask when you're unlocking the door to your house. “You've hardly said a word since we left.”
“Yeah, I'm fine.”
Those “reassuring” words don't ease your concerns. When he closes the door behind him you're folding your arms, “You sure? I know parties aren't your scene. It was a lot going on too, to be honest. And I'm sure someone was heavy handed with that punch.”
“Mmhm.” Miguel steps closer, admiring your frame with each step. He wonders what you'll be like if you stare at him, pregnant, holding your belly and welcoming him home. He wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.
“Oh! The punch got to you too, huh?”
“I can't get drunk, baby.”
You roll your eyes at yourself, “Right, obviously.”
He gives a light squeeze to your bottom, kneading the flesh. You're giggling, not catching on just yet to his horny mood.
“What is going on with you?”
“Let's make a baby.”
Your mouth gapes while you blink incredulously, “Did you just say…? Wait a minute.” You’re not pulling away, you're just…shocked. “Don't tell me you were horny the entire time at the party.”
“Guilty.” He nudges along your head, giving it a gentle kiss all while rotating his hips so you can feel how hard he is. “You’re not going to take my baby?”
“Miguel…” Your breath hitches as now he has you trapped against the wall. Heavy breaths mingling along each other. His body getting warmer each second he grinds his erection against you. “Mmh where did this…god, where did this come from?”
“The party.” He says after each kiss to your temple, cheek, nose, and lips. “Surrounded by all of that baby stuff, made me realize I want you to carry what's mine. Ours.” He pressed a firm hand on your abdomen. “Our baby.”
Goosebumps appear on your skin, eyes locked on to his own, wanting, begging you to let him knock you up.
“A party made you feel that way?”
“Not just the party.” He picks you up, making you squeal. Your legs lock tight around his waist as his lips pepper your neck. Tiny kisses, small nips here and there. “Lately, I've been imagining us with a child. I've been fighting against telling you…”
You take in a breath when he sucks on your neck, right where your pulse is. “W-Why?”
“We haven't been dating long…Didn’t want to scare you…” He presses against your body more, not enough to crush you. Just enough to feel the outline of your bra against his chest, breasts along his pecs.
You sigh along his touch, angling your neck so he had more room. “I’m not scared…It just…aah…it just means you see a future with me.” Miguel pulls back, your lowered gaze telling him all that he needs to know. “Although, a baby is moving fast compared to marriage.”
“Right, right. I know.” He exhales, running his hand through his hair.
Yeah of course you’d think you’re moving too fast. What was he thinking?
You caress his face, giving him a kiss that lingers for a while. “We can pretend though. Just for this night.”
Miguel frowns a bit, “What do you mean by pretend?”
“You don’t have to wear a condom.” His eyes go wide at your unexpected offer. “I think that gives me…uh how long before I could get impregnated?”
“24 hours for the Plan B to be effective. But it is best for you to take it right away after I…you know.”
“Right. Let’s do it.” He shifts and you bite your lip to hold in your amusement. “What? Didn’t you want to plant a baby in me? What happened to that?”
“There’s…still a risk that you’d get pregnant even after you take the pill. I don’t want this to be something you’d regret…”
He didn’t want his desires to cloud your judgment. You’re the one he’s meant to be with, but he didn’t want to worry or put pressure on you. He wanted you to know of the potential risks.
“Miggy. If I do end up getting pregnant, then I’ll be glad to know it’s yours. No one else's.”
His heart squeezes at your face filled with affection. That desire comes back, rising from his stomach and traversing across his entire body. You having his baby was possible and you’d be okay with it. Oh, you don’t know what you’ve done.
You gasp at the crush against the wall. Miguel clashes along your lips, desire taking over. He’s swallowing your cries as his hand gropes your covered breast. His tongue parting your lips to dance with your own, humping against you.
He’s groping your ass, squeezing it each time you moan. He’d fuck you right by the doorway if he wanted to. But this wasn’t the proper position for you to take his cum.
So he breaks the kiss for a bit to take you to your bedroom.
Miguel places you on the bed before removing his shirt. He climbs on top to kiss you some more. He didn’t want to break apart from you more than he had to. He wanted to make sure you feel all of him. Each touch along your skin, igniting the flames to your desire. Each kiss to coax you into wanting more. He wasn’t going to stop until he knew his seed was going to carry.
Your shirt is tossed and he wasn’t going to waste time with your bra. He sliced in between your breasts, pulling it off. You didn’t even complain, not when his palms pushed against your nipples, making them harden with each second. He swallowed up any cries of pleasure with each grope. You push your chest further in so he could take more.
“Ooh, Miguel…”
“I got you baby. I know you need me.”
He bites your bottom lip with each pinch to your nipple. You’re closing your thighs with each caress, but he doesn’t let you do that for long. He goes in between them, dragging his lips down your neck and then to your breasts. The tip of his tongue flicking against your nipple, your cries making him smile against you, your back arching.
While he does so, he pulls off your shoes, your pants, those black, lacy panties. He’s almost tempted to skip the foreplay and immediately get to impregnating you. But he wants your pussy to be soaked so he can slid into you easily.
“You think you can take my baby like this?” You only shake your head, making him huff. “I agree. You’re not ready yet.”
When he takes off the rest of his clothes, his large shaft stands tall and proud. Some pre cum beading from the tip and trailing down. You’re staring, mouth agape while you’re dazed. You don’t even tear your eyes away when he strokes himself, smearing more of his cum all over. He brings a thumb over to your lips. His cock jumps at how you moan at the taste.
Then he puts your legs around his shoulders before diving in. He spreads your lips, rubbing that sensitive pearl of yours. You gasp as he licks, flattening his tongue to taste you more. His chest rumbles when your thighs squeeze along his head, only for him to push them apart.
“Hah…Mig…”
He sucks your clit just once, making your eyes roll back. Your hand tugs on his hair, pulling him to go deeper. But he denies you, putting his head up. Before you start to complain about his mouth missing, he plunges two fingers inside you, groaning at how slick you’re getting.
“Hmm is this for me? You really want a baby that bad?” You nod and he shudders. “Nena, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
You whine when he uses your slick to rub your clit, creating slow, circular motions. His fingers pumping in and out of you to form a nice rhythm. He’s taking in the scent of your arousal, mixed with the smell of that apple air freshener you use.
“What…what happened to knocking me, up?” You ask, tears on the brink of your eyes.
“Be patient.” Miguel picks up the pace in fingering you, not wanting to let up just for a moment. To have your climax slowly take over you and wash over your frame.
He’s taking in your breathing, how you’re shifting with each touch. When you’re trying to run and pull away with a certain touch, that’s where he hones in. During each flick of his thumb, every pump of his fingers, you’re getting louder, begging him to keep going. You’re about to explode. He helps you chase that feeling, pushing you to the brink where your toes curl. Your mouth goes wide, not hiding any sounds of ecstasy.
Miguel drinks it all in, still thrusting his fingers inside your slick hole until you’re ready to take him.
“Mig…Mig, please…I need you.”
He stares at how soaked you are, licking his fingers clean. Pre cum continues to drip from his slit and he can’t take it anymore.
Miguel lines himself up to your entrance, but he doesn’t push inside just yet.
“You need me to knock you up? Say you want a baby.”
“I want…I want a baby.”
“Say it again.”
“I want a baby…”
“Say it again.”
“I want a baby-aah!”
Miguel’s eyes roll back at the feel of your bare cunt. How you fit around him, squeezing him in all the right places enough to make him explode. He shudders, trying not to cum right there just yet. he needed to work for making sure he put a baby in you.
“You want my baby?”
“Yes!”
You moan when he pulls back and thrusts hard. A light slap filling the room. “Shock, you’re taking me so well.”
He moans when you don’t speak, not when he’s setting a decent pace in fucking you. Sliding back and forth between you, trying not to cum despite how wet your sex is. His muscles flexing when he keeps going.
That’s when he raises your legs, putting them up in the sky as he rocks his hips. You moan at the action, not being able to do much besides take his dick.
“This is good for making sure the baby takes.” He pants, not stopping his thrusts. “Can you hang in there?”
He grins when you nod profusely. You’re not even in the right mind to decide or answer anything.
“I need you so bad, Miggy. Please…”
“I got you.”
He bites his lip when he picks up speed, his tip hitting your cervix, making you cry out some more. Miguel keeps thinking about you with his child, your pregnant belly, how you’re happy he’s with you every step of the way. Just like his dream. That dream where he’s managed to make you carry his kid.
“Oh…oh god.” His thrusts get messy and he’s chasing his own pleasure. “Are you taking my baby?”
“Unh, yes, yes I am…”
“Come get it-”
Immediately Miguel cums, his seed filling up that hole of yours to the brim. His hand still tight around your ankles as his entire body quakes. He doesn’t stop until he knows every single drop is inside you. He tries to push his hips in further, making sure his cum isn’t wasted.
It gets to the point where he whines at the sensitivity before relaxing.
Your legs are to the side when he lands on top of you, giving you sloppy kisses. Each one containing love and care. As he comes down his high, he hides his face along the comforter.
“I can’t believe that happened…”
“Oh, now you’re embarrassed?” You giggle when he doesn’t look at you. “I liked it.”
He looks at you now, “Don’t lie.”
“I’m not.” You give a kiss to his cheek, tracing your thumb on his lips. “Like I said, it just shows you want a future with me.”
“I do…” He cups your face in his palm. You lean into it, giving him a wide smile. “It might take some time to get a ring. And I have to make sure you have admin access to HQ-”
“Miguel.” You shush him, giving him another kiss for good measure. “You don’t need to worry about that right now. Just stay right here with me.”
You’re right. He’ll make a list of what he needs to do so he can make you his wife tomorrow. Now, he nudges against your head, hand squeezing your side.
“You know…you have 22 hours until I need to take plan b.”
“I still got a few more in me.” Miguel flips you over, descending upon you once more.
Me while platonically sitting in my friends lap while pregnant: fuck bro, I’m whelping in your lap right now, I’m so fucking sorry, I just hold my litter in. Mmmmmmhhhhh, I’m crowning so hard right nowwwww….. will you cup the bulge and rub my cock for me? It would really help… fuckkkkkkk the heads already fully out, you can humiliate me if you want dude, I’m so sorry… oh god, they’re coming back to back and I can’t stopppppp
Bro: ummmmmm dude, that’s fucking weird (staring at the massive head grotesquely bulging into my leggings, barely able to control his lust in spite of his disgust)
Me: FUCKKKKKKKKK BRO THE PUP IS OUT, I WHELPED IN YOUR LAP AND I CANT FUCKING GET UP IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY (I’m already starting to crown the next pup out)
Hugely pregnant omega werewolf who doesn’t realize he’s been in labor all day suddenly gripping his alpha’s arm in public and whining, “I’m gonna whelp in my pants, oh my god, I’m whelping, I’m whelping in my pants! Oh god—it came out! I whelped it out!” and then struggling with his zipper as the second pup of ten begins to crown.
His alpha’s strong hands move his aside to undo the omega’s zipper. He whimpers, trying to hold back, but his body is pushing on his second pup against his will. He feels his alpha reach inside his ruined boxers and withdraw the first squirming pup. How did he not know he was in labor?
His alpha pulls his pants down around his knees followed by his boxers.
“Good boy,” he says. “My pup is coming right out of you. Beautiful. Spread your legs. Good boy—now push.”
“I can’t—I can’t! Everyone is watching!”
“Push, baby. You’re already crowning.”
The helpless omega gives into his body’s urges and pushes. He feels himself stretching wide, wider, and then it’s out.
“Good boy,” his alpha says. “Don’t push, lean on me.”
The omega hangs on to his alpha’s arm and looks at their two new pups in either hand. In moments he’s being bundled into the back of a cab, his pants still down, his sensitive cunt still visible to all on the sidewalk. His alpha climbs in after him with the pups and barks the address to the driver.
The omega hears the driver’s voice. “What are you doing? He can’t just whelp back there!”
“Then get us there quickly,” his alpha growls, low and dangerous. The cab peels out from the curb.
“Do you need to push, baby?” the alpha asks.
“Y-yes,” the omega says shakily. “I think so.”
“Turn towards me.” His alpha maneuvers him until his back is against the opposite door of the cab and his feet are up on the seat. “Good boy. Knees up. Lean forward and push.”
The omega does what he’s told and strains on the third pup. He feels it squeeze through his cervix and into his birth canal.
“Ow—ow…ow! It hurts!”
“I know, I put some big pups in you. Keep pushing.”
“Ow, ow, ow, owwwww, ohh, oh it’s coming, ohhhh, OHHHHHHH—OWWWWW. Oh fuck! It’s out! Fuck, it hurt so bad coming out, fuck! Ow, ow, ow, the next one is coming!”
“Push, baby.”
“Fuck! Fuck! Oh god—oh my god! Aughhhhhhhh—ngh!”
“Good boy, that’s four.”
The omega collapses back against the cab door, panting and quivering. “It hurts….”
“I know. But you’re almost half done.”
The cab careens to a halt.
“You better not have made a mess back there.”
“Ignore him, baby. We’re almost home.”
His alpha helps him out onto the sidewalk, somehow juggling four newborn pups as well. The omega leans on him as they shuffle towards the gate to their building.
“Hold onto the gate. I’ll unlock it.”
Pressure begins to quickly mount between the omega’s legs. “I think I’m whelping again,” he whimpers.
“Okay, baby. Hold onto the gate and bend over. Legs wide. Okay, push.”
He pushes and feels his pup barrel through his birth canal. “It’s coming—it’s coming fast! Oh! Oh! Oh, I’m crowning, ohhhh—fuck!” The pup nearly shoots out of his cunt.
“Good boy, I’ve got it. You’re whelping so well.”
His alpha manages to unlock the gate and get the seven of them inside. In the elevator the omega whimpers and crouches to whelp again.
“I can’t keep them in! I’m sorry—it’s too much! They’re just coming out! It’s coming!” He pushes hard and births the sixth pup out into his alpha’s waiting hands.
The elevator dings and slides open at the penthouse. His alpha helps him partway across the entry hall when he starts pushing again.
“I’ll be right back,” his alpha says, and strides away with the six newborn pups.
The omega pushes and reaches below his belly just in time to catch the seventh pup.
“Oh god…I just whelped…”
Suddenly his alpha is at his side again. “Let’s get you to the couch.”
Halfway to the living room the omega feels himself pushing. “Oh…ohhhh.”
“We’re almost there, baby, hold on.”
“I can’t! I can’t! It’s coming out!”
Still holding his most recent pup, the omega squats low and whelps his next pup out onto the floor.
“Fuck…I’m sorry…oh!” He pushes another pup out directly onto the floor. “Fuck!”
His alpha crouches behind him. “They’re okay baby, the pups are fine. Push now, I’m ready.”
The omega whimpers as his tenth and final pup begins to inch out of him.
“Oh, it’s bigger…it’s big…ohhhh, it hurts. It hurts! Oh god, oh my god! OH GOD, OH FUUUUUUCK.”
With a final desperate push, the last pup lands in the alpha’s hands.
“Good boy, good boy, you whelped my litter,” the alpha soothes, rubbing his back.
Before the omega knows it, he’s been laid on the couch with all ten pups squirming around him, and his alpha is calling the midwife and the wetnurse to tell them the good news.
Kathryn and her heavily pregnant wife, Amber, were watching their son’s first baseball game when their daughter decided to make her arrival.
10k words. Co-written as a roleplay with the incredibly talented clairejones2465 on DA 💜
The morning had been a flurry of activity as Kathryn and Amber prepared for their son’s first baseball game. The couple had met years ago, immediately discovering how in tune they were with each other. The women became inseparable, fell in love quickly and were only married two short years later. Now they had a six year old boy named Nathan whom Kathryn had given birth to via sperm donor.
Although the family was extremely close, they felt someone was missing. That’s why Amber was currently 39 and a half weeks pregnant with their daughter. Not so coincidentally, this baby was from the same sperm donor as their son.
Nathan was excited to become a big brother but Amber had to admit, she was nervous about giving birth. Seeing her wife do it was one thing but Amber had never had good intuition. She really hoped that her body would know just how to deliver their baby.
In addition to Amber doing yoga and meditation throughout her entire pregnancy, the couple had an amazing friend who would was also a midwife. Cassie would meet them at the house when the time came and help deliver their child.
While Nathan was of course excited about his new sister, baseball was the only thing on his mind this morning. “Mumma! We’re gonna be late! Where’s Mom?”
Kathryn was Mumma and Amber was Mom. The women were both undeniably obsessed with their son. They were damn good mothers which was why Amber was dragging her heavily pregnant butt to the baseball field on a hot late summer morning.
“Mom’s right here sweetie,” Amber says, one hand on the railing of the stairs, the other supporting her back. Her heavily pregnant belly was huge and rounded, looking like it had dropped a little since the beginning of the week. “Mmhhh hhooo I’m ready. Let’s get to the field before your sister kicks me in the bladder again.” Amber smirks, listening to Nathan giggle and grab his baseball glove. “Oof I feel like a beached whale babe.” She lets out a sigh, looking at her pair of athletic black leggings and a tight white t-shirt that had Nathan’s school name on it.
“You look gorgeous darling.” Kathryn said, greeting her wife at the bottom of the stairs and wrapping her arms around Amber’s lower back, pulling her in for a kiss. “Positively glowing.”
As Kathryn moved her hands around her wife’s rounded torso, they paused at the underside of Amber’s bump, which seemed a lot lower and heavier. “Our little girl has dropped a bit more hasn’t she? You’re carrying a lot lower today darling.”
Kathryn remembered all too well what it was like at this stage in pregnancy; everything felt so tight and heavy and effortful. Even breathing was hard work. She felt bad that Amber was heavily pregnant during the height of summer, when she was carrying Nathan it was winter time when she was at her heaviest. She couldn’t imagine dealing with this heat alongside the extra weight her poor wife was carrying. But she had to admit, Amber looked incredible when pregnant. The way her cheeks filled and face softened, the glow behind her eyes as she carried new life. Kathryn fell more and more in love with her wife every day.
“Are you sure you’re okay to come today? I know Nathan wants you there but still, if you need to relax at home I can manage today solo.” Kathryn asked discreetly, so their six year old didn’t hear. Too busy practicing his catching in the living room to notice the quiet conversation of his parents.
Amber lets out the softest moan as she kissed her wife’s lips, feeling Kathryn’s hand on her lower back. “Mmmmh I’ll be okay, love,” she says, looking at the clock and realizing they have a few minutes before they have to hit the road. “He’s so excited for us both to come, I can tough it out with little Miss.” She caressed her large low bump, feeling their girl rolling and kicking. Poor girl’s running out of room, Amber thought to herself.
“Before we leave, do you mind lifting this low girl up for a couple minutes? My back is really aching today.” Amber ties her hair up into a ponytail, knowing she’ll be hot today. She then turns her back to her wife, excited to get a couple minutes of relief. The two had seen the trend on social media and from the second Kathryn lifted her belly, Amber loved it. She only wished they’d known about it when Kathryn was pregnant.
“I can’t believe she’s almost here,” Amber sighs as Kathryn begins lifting her belly up gently from behind. “Mmhhhh ooohhh, I promise you can have the next baby and I’ll do this.” Amber says cheekily, loving to tease her wife. While Amber would fill the whole house with kids, Kathryn was more career centered and practical, she was thinking two would be enough.
Both women were incredible mothers, Kathryn just wanted to see how they meshed as a family of four before they thought about adding more children.
Chuckling, Kathryn kissed the pulse point on Amber’s neck while her hands kept that upwards pull to lift the heavy swell of her wife’s bump. “You’ve not even had this little one and you’re already trying to get me to carry the next.”
The pair rocked gently side to side, allowing Amber to really feel the benefit of this position, to be able to move her hips without the weight of their daughter pulling her down.
“Yknow, if you’re so keen on having a whole football team of kids, perhaps you should be the one to pop them out. Besides, I’ve rather enjoying having a pregnant wife waddling around the house.” Kathryn smirks, playfully nibbling Amber’s earlobe.
Amber grinned and kissed Kathryn back. “Mmmh we’ll see how this birth goes.” She wasn’t nervous per se, they had an incredible midwife set up and Amber knew her wife wouldn’t leave her side. “I do love being pregnant though.” Amber rubs her hands over where her wife’s holding. “I could be persuaded to have another. . .”
Their moment was fast interrupted by Nathan skidding out of the living room and to the front door. “Mumma, Mom, it’s not time for cuddles… it’s time for baseball!” He swung his kid-sized bat in a practicing move and although the wooden bat was smaller for a child’s grip, there was still risk of injury.
“Hey, hey, hey! Easy there buddy. No swinging that inside, you know the rules. You could hurt someone.” Kathryn gently scolded, releasing her hold on Amber’s bump abruptly to quickly grab Nathan’s bat and prevent it from colliding against any furniture, or Amber’s belly. “You have to be careful sweetie, your Mom is growing your baby sister remember. So we need to be gentle around Mom okay?”
The young boy nodded sheepishly, saying a rehearsed ‘sorry’. The look of remorse lasted two seconds before he was running to the door and unlocking the latch. When he learnt how to do that, Kathryn didn’t know. They needed eyes and ears in the backs of their heads with one kid these days, lord knows how they were going to cope with two.
“We better go before Nathan takes my keys and drives himself to the field.” Kathryn says with a warm smile. Her eyes dance over her wife’s expression, checking she was okay after the sudden abrupt end to the brief moment of respite from carrying their daughter.
Amber felt the baby drop at the sudden loss of Kate’s hands but recovered quickly. “Mmhhh, yeah let’s going gorgeous.” Amber gave her another quick kiss before they were heading out of the door.
Amber couldn’t believe how cute their son looked in his baseball uniform. He’d always been interested in sports, having a real liking to baseball as well as football. Dear Lord, let’s hope he doesn’t like football as much in the fall, Amber thought to herself. The idea of watching their son being tackled was not something she’d like very much.
Amber grins as Kathryn gets their son buckled in, starting to heave herself into the passenger seat. “Mmhhhh. . .” She lets out a soft moan, feeling a pain that radiates from her spine outwards. It makes her pause only for a moment, the cramping moving around her heavy belly.
“Your daughter’s getting ready in there, these Braxton Hicks are killing me.” Amber smirks as they get into the SUV. She’d been having them randomly for the past couple of days and knew it was nothing to be concerned about.
Always the prepared one, Kathryn had already installed the car seat in the back, right next to their son’s booster seat. Amber couldn’t believe how well she lucked out, to find a woman that balanced her so perfectly.
As Kathryn sat into the driver's seat she took a moment to appreciate the effort of her wife, heaving herself into the car when heavily pregnant, her bump so round and low. “Not long to go now sweetheart. The final stretch.” Kathryn said with a smile, her hand reaching over to affectionately caress the dome of Amber’s bump.
Nathan spent the journey singing to his latest favourite song, one he had learned on a kids television show. One they had heard a thousand times over. It wasn’t far to the baseball field, about 20 minutes from their house. The sun was strong in the sky, not a cloud in sight, and Kathryn turned the A/C up in the car and adjusted the vents so they were pointed towards her gravid partner. She noticed how Amber couldn’t seem to get comfortable in her seat, even with her legs wide apart around her belly there wasn’t much other room for manoeuvring.
When they got to the field a lot of parents had already arrived. Kathryn was forced to park further away than was really practical in Amber’s condition, stuck on the very end of a long row of late family sized vehicles. “Sorry love, I can drop you closer to the field if you like and then park?”
The pressure in Amber's lower belly only heightened as they parked. “No worries love. I’ll be parked on the couch all night, a walk will do me good.” She smirked, caressing her bump and trying to calm down the restless life inside.
“Let’s go!” Nathan said excitedly from the back. He knows the rule, he can’t jump out of the car unless an adult is with him. He listened, but was practically writhing in his seat to get out.
Amber takes a deep breath before unbuckling herself, using what felt like the last of her energy to heave herself out of the SUV. “Come on bud,” she opened the door for their son who’s unbuckled himself, “I know you’re gonna do great today, just remember to have fun!” Amber leaned down and kissed his forehead, almost unable to stand back up. She felt a cramp starting in her back but it quickly moved around to her belly. It’s the most intense one she’s felt so far. “Mmhhhhhh. . .” Her hand grips her knee, thankful that Kathryn is still on the other side of the SUV.
Luckily Nathan is too excited about his first game to notice Mom’s slight distress. Amber stood straight and took a few steps towards them, a smile on her face. “Mumma! Coach says that I have such a good swing, I can’t wait to get up to bat!” He said, practically dragging his mothers to the field.
Amber was definitely moving slower but she kept a smile on her face for their boy. She just didn’t know how much longer she could keep it going if their daughter continued to sink lower and lower into her hips.
Nathan outstretched his arms either side, each hand holding onto one of his parents, eagerly walking ahead of both women in his excitement to see his school friends and play baseball. Kathryn was laddered with all the bags; a backpack, Nathan’s sports kit, his bat and balls and gloves, sunglasses on her head and her Stanley cup. Despite being a mother of a young boy, Kathryn still managed to look effortless and chic, never quite letting her professional appearance slip. Her wide legged linen trousers softly moved in the faint breeze, a thin lightweight blouse tucked into her trousers, the silhouette covering any lingering evidence from her pregnancy six years ago.
Looking at her wife she didn’t fail to spot the grimaces and heavy breathing as they walked the long stretch from their parked car to the bleachers. Biting her tongue she gave her wife a look that asked Are you doing okay? Amber’s returning grin assured her that her wife was just heavily, heavily pregnant.
Their son let go of their hands the moment he saw the rest of his team. He practically jumped up and down in excitement as he took his bat and gloves from Kathryn, eager to get into the excitement happening on the sidelines of the field.
“Break a leg sweetheart.” Kathryn said kissing his forehead, incorrectly using the good luck sentiment used for performing artists as opposed to sportsmen and earning an eye roll from her American partner.
Kathryn looked towards the stand, rows and rows of parents already seated with their other children or grandparents, bags of snacks with the mums, and a rumbling of social catch ups adding to the noise of the day. “Oh no…. Sorry we didn’t get here any earlier, don’t think there’s many seats left. Wait— there’s space at the top over in the left corner.” She said to her wife, gesturing in the vague direction. “Want a hand getting up there my darling?”
Amber had barely made it to the stands without needing a rest, now she saw that she had to trek up rows and rows of steps. “Mmhh yeah, I don’t think I’ll make it without one.” Amber gave a tight grin and took her wife’s hand, thumb caressing the back of it. She couldn’t help but remember holding this very hand when Kathryn was laboring with Nathan. It had been a long labor, filled with painful contractions and pushing that seemed to go on forever. This labor better be a quick one, she manifests.
Amber was more than excited to see their son during his first baseball game, though she was a little irked being this pregnant in hot weather. All she could do was suck it up and slowly maneuver up the steps with her wife’s help. She was a little nervous with all the bags, snacks and little ones sitting along the aisle of the steps. Normally she’d have no problem seeing below her, but their little girl wasn’t quite so little anymore. Her belly seemed to stick out further and further these days. Thankfully their daughter had dropped so Amber could breathe a tad better.
The pair finally makes it to their seats when Amber realized she was sweating a bit. Her breath came out in soft pants, another cramp in her belly starting. The pain seemed to stem from her back and slowly work its way around. “Mmhh Nathan’s lucky I love him.” She teased, giving her big belly a rub as she settled in next to Kathryn.
“I’ll take a water whenever you get a second honey.” Amber said, hoping maybe that would cool her body off and possibly stop these cramps. Freakin’ Braxton hicks are killing me, she thought to herself. Amber didn’t want to worry Kathryn with them though, she knew they had some time before their baby girl came.
Kathryn’s heart ached at seeing the furrow in Amber’s expression as she tried to get comfortable on the metal bench, the way she shifted and parted her legs to accommodate the full swell of her bump. She grabbed a bottle of water from their backpack, handing it to Amber and then moved her hand to support her wife’s back. “I’m sure Nathan’s really appreciative of you coming today.” Kathryn mused, looking down at the young kiddo’s in their pre-match discussions while her hand moved habitually up and down her wife’s spine.
The braxton hicks had been a frequent occurrence in their household, there wasn’t a day that went by where Amber wasn’t humming through a rogue tightness as her womb practiced for the main event. Kathryn remembered it all too well, panicking that it was labour the first time she experienced it with Nathan. But they were more experienced parents now, they’d done this before, so they knew to expect a good number of weeks of cramps, shifting of pressure, losing the mucus plug etc before their daughter would be joining them.
Still, it was a humid, scorching day and her wife was heavy with child and sitting on a metal bench in the bright sunshine. Kathryn moved her hands to press into the lower part of Amber’s back between her hips, where she knew she’d been feeling the most discomfort with the baby having dropped into her pelvis.
“I know you said you’re fine, but let me know if you need to move around or get some shade or something. Okay sweetie?” Kathryn said quietly in her wife’s ear as she rubbed her back.
Amber couldn’t help but smile at her sweet wife. Since they’d been together, they had this way of knowing what the other needed. Kathryn’s hands massaged the exact spot where Amber was aching, showing that she’d been pregnant before. “Thank you, love.” Amber leans and kisses her wife’s cheek softly.
The heat in Amber's eyes lingered as she thought about the night before. The pair had gotten their son to bed early and had some much needed alone time. Amber had lost count of how many times they made each other come using their mouths, hands and toys. Amber wasn’t sure if it was because of her pregnancy or what but she’d had to take a shower to clean up after, that’s how wet she was.
Her womb felt heavy as they turned their attention to the field, the game beginning. The parents had a clear view of Nathan in the dugout, impatiently waiting for his turn at bat. “He’s so cute waiting, looks like he’s g-gonna… crawl out of his skin.” Amber struggled through the sentence, another pain in her swollen belly. “Mmhhh… I’m okay.” She said, though she wasn’t sure if she was telling Kathryn or herself.
Kathryn had filled Amber in on as much of her pregnancy as she could, explaining everything she was feeling and where she felt it. However, it was of course different to have those experiences yourself. Amber wasn’t sure if she was feeling just run of the mill Braxton Hicks or if something more was happening. First babies almost never come early, Amber reasoned in her head, making a note to look at her watch to discreetly start timing the pains.
Nathan is waiting for two kids to bat before it’s his turn. “You’re in charge of photos love,” Amber said as she eyed the bleachers below, “My luck, I’d lean too far over and go tumbling.”
“You know I’d never let that happen.” Kathryn snaked her arm around Amber’s waist and squeezed gently but affectionately. “I’d never let you that far out of reach.”
She noticed how much tension Amber was carrying in her back but chalked it up to having to perch on a metal bench with no back rest, with her womb falling heavy between her thighs it was no wonder her wife’s back was tense to keep her upright.
The heat from the sun meant they couldn’t have too much body contact without causing either of them to overheat, so after the gentle squeeze around the waist Kathryn moved her hand back to rub across Amber’s lower back once more. The cotton t-shirt stretched over her wife’s torso had dampened slightly with sweat. “I wish I’d thought to bring out handheld fans with us today. I didn’t expect it to be this warm.”
Nathan was soon approaching his turn to bat, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet in both excitement and nervousness and preparation. Kathryn immediately got her phone out from the pocket of her linen trousers, hands abandoning her wife’s back in order to sit up straighter and take all the photos of her son’s moment in the limelight. “Go on darling.” Kathryn muttered under her breath as she zoomed in on her perfect little guy in his jersey and helmet.
Amber's excitement for their son distracted her from the contraction building up. . . almost. “You’ve got this buddy!” Amber calls, her hand reached out to grip her wife’s knee. It seemed like she grabbed it from the nerves of watching Nathan, but it was really from the heavy tightening in her womb.
“Mmhhhh mhmhhhhh. . . Hhhooo… Mmhh.” Amber let out the softest moan, thankful that Kathryn was the only one that could hear. “I’m okay,” Amber reassured both her wife as well as herself. “Just practice contractions. . .”
Nathan took his place at home plate, holding his bat exactly how Mom taught him. Amber had played softball and was able to help their son learn how to hold it properly, how to swing it for the best results. Amber couldn’t help but giggle as she thought of Kathryn just last week trying to help Nathan. With Amber's belly getting so big, she knew she couldn’t move fast enough if Nathan lost control of the bat. Mumma had tried her best to take over practices in the backyard.
The pregnant mother gripped her belly, slowly running her fingertips along the side of it. “C-calm down in there. . . It’s your brother’s time to shine.” Amber mumbled to her swollen belly.
Kathryn had just smiled when she felt her wife grab her knee, both of them nervous for their son’s first proper game, and she was completely unaware of the true reason for the squeeze. The British mother was entirely focused on the scene through the screen of her phone, Nathan’s pulling his bat back in preparation. She knew nothing really of baseball but had learnt a little in recent weeks when Amber could no longer practice with him. But if Kathryn was being honest, she still had no clue, beyond having to hit the ball with the bat and then run like hell around the pitch.
Nathan missed the first throw and both mothers hissed through their teeth in disappointment. “Stay calm sweetie, you can do this.” Kathryn whispered, the words of encouragement no doubt being picked up on the video she was recording.
She was so focused on their son and his game she didn’t notice the shifting of her wife beside her, or register the soft humming that was coming from Amber’s throat. Nathan missed the second throw as well and she heard Amber curse beside her. It was Kathryn’s sentiments exactly. They’d practiced so much and Nathan was so excited, she wanted him to do well. She didn’t want to go back home with a brokenhearted six year old.
Amber's heart felt like it was in her throat as the pair watched their son miss the first two hits. She could tell by her son’s body language that he was getting frustrated with himself. He wasn’t the only one that felt that way, Amber was frustrated with her body at the moment. Another Braxton Hicks took hold of her belly and she struggled not to let out a soft moan.
“Mmhhhh you’ve got this. . .” She said, Kathryn unaware that she was talking to Nathan as well as herself. Amber held her breath from the contraction, though it looked like it was because she was watching Nathan. Their son took his stance again with a determined look on his face, both mothers hoping and praying he would make the hit. The pitch comes and Nathan hits the ball high into the air.
“Oohh!” Amber rose to her feet as quickly as she could, excitement overtaking her. She stuttered through the pain of the contraction but it just looked like she was cheering their boy on. “G-Go! Go Nathan run!”
Their son takes off for first base, he rounds second but stops as the other team has caught the ball. “Y-Yes! Good job b-buddy!” Amber hid her grimace, a tight smile plastered onto her face. She held onto Kathryn’s hand as they sat back down, clapping before the next play.
“You must be a better coach than you thought.” Amber grinned at her wife.
“Me? Ha. He gets it all from you. I don’t know one end of the bat from the other.” Kathryn joked, sitting back down and taking a sip of water.
The feeling of pride was so strong in her chest she thought she could burst. Her little boy, out there living his best lift. She might not understand the game but she’d support him in whatever he wanted to do. Even if it was American sports.
“Drink?” Kathryn asked distractedly, eyes still focused on their six year old at the second base, offering the bottle of water to her wife who would be no doubt just as focused as she was. Kathryn wasn’t surprised that Amber jumped to her feet in excitement, well as much as she was able to with their daughter sitting low in her wife’s pelvis.
Without missing a second of the game, Kathryn’s hand moved from passing her wife the bottle to resting on the small of Amber’s back, absentmindedly running up and down, proud parents watching Nathan as he watches where the ball is currently in the game, ready to leap forward to the next base at the first opportunity.
“Mmhhh… thank you.” Amber took a few sips of water, the cold feeling good on her tongue. The next boy up to bat took his place and Nathan stood, more than ready to run for the next base. “You’ve got this Nathan!” Amber yelled, distracted by the game for a moment, unconsciously rubbing her aching belly.
Kathryn’s hand on her back grounded her, kept her focused on their son. “These Braxton Hicks are a little stronger than when I got up this morning,” Amber said, taking a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth. She probably picked the wrong time to say that as her wife was engrossed in the game.
Suddenly the kid on home base gets a hit, Nathan dashes madly from second to third base. The other team scrambled for the ball as Nathan stopped and looked back, clearly indecisive. “R-Run! Nathan you can make it! Mmhhh run!” Amber got back on her feet, their daughter heavy in her womb.
The coach yelled for him to run as well, knowing Nathan could make it. He had the biggest smile on his face as he made it to home base, completing the run and earning his team a point.
“That was very good, my British wife,” Amber grinned and kissed her wife’s cheek. “Good job sweetheart!” She yelled down to their boy who was beside himself with glee. Amber suddenly put her head down as a painful Braxton Hick took hold of her body. It felt like everything in her was forcing down, like her womb was a heavy ball of lead, waiting to be released. “Mhhhhhhhhh hhhhooooo. . .” Amber released quiet moans, “This is insane pressure, mmhhh I can’t believe you d-dealt with this for w-weeks love.”
With their son celebrating his run around the pitch with his teammates, Kathryn’s focus suddenly shifted to her wife. Amber was cradling her belly and exhaling as if she’d just climbed the stairs, brows furrowed and sweaty.
“Honey, you should be sitting down.” Kathryn ushered placing her hand on Amber’s lower back while the other held the front of her belly. It was firm. “All par for the course I’m afraid, love. I swear Nathan was wedged into my pelvis for at least a fortnight before he made his appearance.”
Her hands moved across the swell of her wife’s belly, feeling just how low and taut the dome was beneath that stretched cotton t-shirt. “She’s really burrowed down into position hasn’t she…” Kathryn said with a chuckle and lighthearted tone. “ What do you mean, they’re stronger than before? Have you had many since you got here?”
Amber shook her head, “Not too many but it feels like a heavy bowling ball is weighing me down.” She said, hands cradling her lower belly. “Mmhhhmmm… mmmhhh I can’t believe how low s-she feels.”
On the field, the teams had switched positions. Amber could make out their son standing in outfield wearing his trusty glove. She knew the game had a few more innings but she really wanted to go rest at home.
“Mmhhh one’s c-coming now. . .” Amber took a shaky breath and gripped her wife’s hand as another pain washed over her belly. “Mmhmhhh hhhoooo hhhhooo. . .” Amber breathed through it as quietly as she could. “Settle down in there sweet girl. It’s not time yet.”
Taking her wife’s hand and letting her squeeze it tight, Kathryn moved her other hand to rub up and down Amber’s back as she breathed her way through another cramp. “That’s it, nice and slow darling. Just breathe through it, practice that Lamaze breathing for when our daughter is on her way.” Kathryn said quietly to her wife, moving closer to be more of a physical support on these precarious metal benches.
Kathryn was finding it hard to juggle her attention, wanting to watch every moment of Nathan on that pitch but something was drawing her towards Amber. Her gorgeous wife was strong and resilient and never complained, until she got pregnant. But to be fair she had had a rough ride of it with terrible morning sickness and an aversion to some of her favourite foods. But she handled everything in her stride, it was one of the things she loved about Amber, how calm and collected she could be. Which was essential with a young excitable six year old and another on the way.
But as tough as Amber was, she was squeezing Kathryn’s hand rather tightly. Through her sunglasses Kathryn could see how much Amber was rocking and grimacing on the seat. “You’re doing great my lovely.” She tried to reassure her heavily pregnant partner, but was beginning to worry about how much Amber had pushed herself by coming here today.
Amber didn’t trust herself to answer Kathryn verbally so she nodded and gave tight smiles. “Mmhhh… hhhhooooo…” Amber took slow deep breaths, feeling the tightening getting worse. Was that supposed to happen with Braxton Hicks?
She was nervous to cause a scene during Nathan’s game, especially since it was his very first one. How embarrassed he’d be to have his mom go into labor here. But that couldn’t be, she’d felt achy this morning but that was it.
“Little cramping is normal, right love?” Amber leaned into her wife, speaking quietly so as not to alert any other parents or families near them. Kathryn’s eyes were focused on Nathan who stood with his glove in hand, ready to catch a fly ball. “Mmmhh it’s okay… it’s gotta be okay.” Amber muttered, not even sure if her wife heard her in all the excitement of their son’s game.
“Uh-huh…” Kathryn hummed a distracted acknowledgement, eyes focused on the pitch. “It’s all perfectly normal— You got this honey!!!” Kathryn cut herself off from reassuring her wife, instead shouting encouragement to their son as Nathan ran towards the ball, gloved hand raised in the air. He leaped, the ball colliding perfectly into his hand, and Kathryn jumped excitedly to her feet, clapping and cheering. “Yes Nathan!”
With focus only on the pitch below and her son who was beaming with pride, Kathryn didn’t notice her wife’s grimace of pain, or the way she clasped at her belly and held on to the bench beneath her bottom, panting as another tightening crashed through Amber’s womb.
Amber let out the softest groan as she felt the pressure in her pelvis become unbearable for a moment. She couldn’t believe how freakin’ heavy this baby felt. “Mmhhh g-go Nathan!” She gave a tight smile as pride filled her for their son. Amber wanted to enjoy the moment more but she was hit with another supposed Braxton Hicks.
“Hhhhhoooo hhhhooo…” Her hand rubbed circles along her big swollen belly. Amber took a few more sips of water, feeling her body flushed with heat. She knew she couldn’t stay up here much longer, her hips felt like they were coming apart from sitting on these darn bleachers.
Kathryn’s hands weren’t as magical as they were a few minutes ago. Amber couldn’t focus on them anymore, she could only focus on the pain and pressure she felt growing.
“Mmhhh… honey, I’m not s-sure how much longer I c-can sit like this… I’m sorry love.” Amber knew it was only the 6th inning, they had two more to go. “I h-have to stand…” Amber stood next to her wife, thankful that at least she wasn’t blocking anyone with them being seated in the back row. Amber swayed her hips back and forth, a low moan in her throat.
It was the sound coming from her wife’s mouth that made Kathryn turn. Amber was standing beside her, wide legged and cradling her belly while a low rumbling sound came out her mouth. She hadn’t fully noticed before but her wife’s cheeks were flushed, her bump somehow lower than this morning, and the sweat on her forehead glistened under the rays of sun beating down on the field.
“Honey-?” Kathryn’s eyes narrowed, worried, as she automatically put a supportive hand around Amber’s back while the other helped to cradle the weight hanging from her hips. “What’s wrong? Are you… are you having a contraction?”
The words stuttered from her mouth before her mind even entertained the thought. Amber wasn’t in labour, she wasn’t due for another few days and they were confident she’d go over. Surely the baby wasn’t ready. And yet Amber breathed so deeply, measured and controlled, but each exhale was accompanied with a husky moan which signalled the effort and pain her wife was obviously in.
Amber's eyes squeezed shut as the contraction slowly ended, leaving her womb to relax as much as it could at the moment. “Mmhhh I d-don’t know… all I know is this f-feels different…” Amber had been having Braxton Hicks for a couple of weeks and they never felt this intense.
Kathryn’s hands felt like a godsend, gently supporting the heavy lead weight of her middle. It made Amber feel like someone was trying to press a bowling ball down from her belly through her pelvis. She rotated her hips as much as she could as she stood next to Kathryn, trying to alleviate the growing ache.
The pair tried to keep their eyes on Nathan’s game but it was getting more and more difficult. Another pain hit Amber, not five minutes later, forcing her to breathe in through her nose. She didn’t want to alert any of the other parents or family members to their predicament. Amber's hand reached for her wife’s squeezing it as she rode out the wave of the contraction.
“Mmhhhhhh hhhhoooooo… oh y-yeah… I t-think she’s coming…” Amber said softly, “We h-have time though… Nathan took forever.” She said once the contraction passed. “We can’t miss this Kathryn.” Amber stressed, knowing a lot of their focus was about to shift to a newborn.
“Okay darling, everything’s okay.” Kathryn said softly as Amber squeezed her hand. “When this contraction is over, we’ll get you sitting back down. You need to rest as much as you can during this early stage. Plus I don’t like you standing up on the bleachers, especially in labour.”
Amber smiled, still breathing her way through the contraction but finding a way to express her amusement at Kathryn’s over-protectiveness. When the peak had passed and Amber visibly relaxed, Kathryn helped ease her wife down to sit on the bench seat.
“That’s it darling, nice and slow. I guess our daughter wasn’t happy about all the attention Nathan has been getting, wanting part of the action. Definitely no need to worry, you know how long I was in labour with Nathan. How long would you say these cramps have been feeling different?” Kathryn brushed a lock of hair behind Amber’s ear, her fingers gently caressing her cheek as they passed the side of her face. Her wife was stunningly beautiful, even going into labour.
Amber shamelessly leaned into her wife’s hand, Kathryn’s touch bringing comfort to her on the heated bleachers. “Mmhhh m-maybe a few hours…” She couldn’t pinpoint when exactly everything had felt so heavy. “Hooooo hooooo… I don’t want to take away from Nathan’s game, it’ll be okay.” Amber tried to reassure her wife as well as herself.
While it was sweet that Kathryn wanted Amber to rest on the seat, the weight in Amber's pelvis was making it almost impossible to do so. She shifted slightly, hoping it wasn’t too noticeable. She should be so lucky…
“When are you due?” A blonde woman asked and Amber recognized her as the mom of one of Nathan’s classmates. Amber tried her best to put on a smile, her hand moving to grip Kathryn’s as a pain began low in her tummy, working its way down her body.
“Mmhhhh just a few days…” The woman’s eyes widened like she was shocked Amber was even attending the game so late into her pregnancy. Amber was grateful when one of the boys made a hit and the woman stood to cheer loudly. “Mmhhhhh hooooo hooooo easy baby girl… easy.” Amber caressed her belly, feeling an insane amount of pressure building up. It’s not stopping… Oh God…
The pain peaked and Amber all but gritted her teeth when she felt a strange release, the front of her black leggings suddenly becoming drenched. Her eyes widened as she carefully glanced over at Kathryn, who thankfully hadn’t noticed. No one could see a thing but Amber knew her wife would make them leave if she knew.
Amber didn’t want to miss Nathan’s first game, it was important to him and a lot of the focus would soon be on the new baby anyway. She could wait, Kathryn’s labor was long even after her water broke. They had time, they definitely had time.
Kathryn was distracted by the game and the sudden cheering, looking up at all the young kids running around the pitch. One hand was being squeezed by her wife while the other moved comfortingly up and down Amber’s back.
“You’re doing great darling. Deep breaths remember, nice and slow.” Kathryn muttered quietly, just for her wife’s ears, but kept her vision on the pitch at Nathan who had chased after the ball but missed catching it by a few metres.
With Nathan no longer in the midst of the action down below, Kathryn turned to her wife, leaning in to kiss her cheek while she continued to massage the base of her spine. “You’re doing wonderfully Amber. Just keep breathing, in and out. Perfect.”
Amber shifted on the bench, clearly in the thick of another contraction, so Kathryn increased the pressure at the base of her wife’s spine. “That’s it, let it wash over you. Don’t panic, staying calm is the key. You helped me so much during my labour, I hope I can return the favour. Have I told you lately just how beautiful you are, carrying our baby girl?” She added with a soft purr in Amber’s ear, hoping the distraction might help with the pains.
There was sweat gathering all over Amber’s exposed skin, but it was already a warm day without being in labour, so Kathryn wasn’t worried. She had hoped that Amber might sail through early labour, her wife always had a high pain tolerance, but by the ragged breathing and constant shifting this early on she suspected this might be a lot harder than either of them wanted.
Amber was trying her best to relax, to enjoy the game and focus on her wife’s hands. However, their little girl had other plans for her. Each contraction got more and more intense, her labor was careening full force to the finish line. The weight of their daughter was settling lower and lower in Amber's hips. She’d read that could happen, heck she’d even listened to Kathryn complain about that feeling years ago. Experiencing it was very different.
“Mmhhhhh… mmmhmmm… thanks babe…” Amber took a few deep breaths as the latest contraction released her from its grips. Her thighs felt sticky in her leggings, her undies stuck to her aching vagina. Amber couldn’t believe this was happening, this was definitely not what the mothers had planned.
The next inning stretched on and before long there was only one left. It was Nathan’s last turn up to bat and Amber wanted to stand and cheer him on. She let her wife know so and gripped Kathryn’s hands to steady herself. Luckily everyone’s focus was on Nathan, including Kathryn, because Amber realized at that moment she had to push.
“Mmhhh hhhoo hhhhooo hhhoooo…” She breathed slow and steady, fighting back the incredible urge she felt to bear down into her bottom half. “G-Go Nathan! Y-you’ve got this b-buddy!” Amber tried her hardest to focus on their son but as he gave his first hit, Amber widened her stance a bit and gripped her wife’s shoulder. “Nnhhhhh…” She gave the slightest grunt as she pushed.
Kathryn automatically wrapped an arm around her wife’s waist, supporting her through what looked to be a tough contraction. Perhaps standing made everything feel a little stronger. “Easy babe, just breathe through it.” She encouraged, holding around Amber’s waist. She noticed how much her wife’s stance had widened, how low her bump hung heavily from Amber’s curved hips. It broke Kathryn’s heart that Amber was having to ride out contractions here at a baseball game. When she was pregnant with Nathan, because he was their first they didn’t have any other commitments or things to do. They just followed the natural course of childbirth as it ebbed and flowed through Kathryn’s body. But now, with their six year old making his debut on the pitch, her poor wife was labouring high up on the bleachers.
“You’re doing incredibly sweetie.” Kathryn tried to reassure, but Amber was making all sorts of low noises.
With one eye on the game, Nathan running around the bases while the other team scrambled for the ball, Kathryn moved her free hand to cradle the base of Amber’s belly. It was rock solid beneath her clothes. Amber was hissing slightly through her teeth as she panted through the contraction. “They’re getting stronger aren’t they?” Kathryn said quietly, knowingly. “Lean against me darling, squeeze my shoulders, dig your nails in if you have to. It’ll be over soon, I promise.” Kathryn hoped her words were true because this contraction seemed to be lasting forever.
Amber tried her best to listen to her wife, she tried to focus on the here and now, their son playing his favorite game. However, as contraction after contraction came, she realized she couldn’t focus on anything except pushing. She felt the urge in her bones, like a primal need for relief… release… something.
“Mmhhhh hhhooo hhhoooo…” Amber breathed through a contraction before it became so intense that she HAD to push. Her body was forcing their little girl down. “Nnnrggghhhh…” Amber gave the softest grunt, her hand gripping Kathryn’s shoulder tightly. The other hand cradled her large protruding belly as her knees bent slightly. “Mmhhhh…” Amber's face was flushed, her forehead sweaty as she bore down.
Her eyes widened when she felt the heavy weight of their infant’s head beginning to enter her birth canal. Amber was shocked she could be so in tune with her body even as the game and fans bursted with energy around her. “K-Kathryn….” Amber says but it was so loud in the bleachers as another exciting play was made on the field. Their son’s team was winning, Amber was happy but also wondering how much she could hold on before their daughter arrived.
Another contraction came, forcing Amber's legs to widen a fraction more as she pushed. “Nnnnrgggggghh… b-baby’s c-coming…” She moaned low so no one could hear, she’s not even sure if Kathryn heard. Even if her wife did hear her, Amber was sure she didn’t know how close the baby really was to coming out.
“I know darling, I know.” Kathryn soothed innocently, her eyes still on the game while she rubbed her labouring wife’s lowering back.
Nathan and his team were celebrating a recent success on the pitch, his face so bright and happy, jumping up on the balls of his feet in excitement. Kathryn watched proudly, completely unaware of what was progressing rapidly beside her. If Amber was in labour they would have a long day ahead of them, Nathan would be dropped off at a friends house this afternoon so the couple could focus on bringing their daughter into this world. But after the game, they didn’t want to pull Nathan off the pitch so close to the end.
It wasn’t until Amber suddenly grabbed harshly onto Kathryn’s body and emitted a rumblingly low grunting sound that Kathryn turned her head in worry. “Babe?” Her eyebrows furrowed as she saw the way her beautiful wife’s face was scrunched, cheeks flushed, and her breath held behind pursed closed lips. “Amber… baby… what’s happening, what are you feeling?” She blurted, hands moving to hold her wife steady as Amber’s knees softened into a sort of squat.
Amber felt her eyes widen when the heavy weight of their baby’s head continued its descent. She was losing the will to fight pushing, the urge becoming too unbearable. “Mmhhh nnrggghhhhh I’m p-pushing…” She breathed out, her knees deepened the squat she found herself in.
“What— pushing?” Kathryn stuttered, in shock.
“Mmhhhh nnrggghhhhhhhh…” Amber gave the softest grunt she could manage, her face bright red with strain, her forehead sweating in the beating sun. She wasn’t sure what the plan was, but she knew one thing… this baby wasn’t waiting!
The last inning finished up, the announcer declaring Nathan’s team the winners. Amber could only cheer silently in her head, the pain too unbearable to focus on anything but their daughter coming out.
Amber suddenly felt her vagina begin to burn, the opening stretching as her lips widened with the crowning head. “Her h-heads comingggggg… nnnghhhhhh it’s coming out Kathryn…” Amber’s hand moved to cup her opening, the leggings starting to bulge just slightly.
“Amber, sweetie, don’t push. Okay?” Kathryn’s mind felt like it had been paused while she watched her wife gasping and holding her breath with seemingly forceful pushes. “I know there’s a lot of pressure, but you can’t be pushing now. It’s too soon darling. Baby girl isn’t ready yet.”
Kathryn’s only experience of childbirth was her own, with Nathan, but everyone knew that first babies took ages to come. Amber hadn’t been in labour for very long and now she’s pushing?! No. That couldn’t be right. It was just the intense pressure making her wife think she had to push.
“We don’t know how dilated you are sweetie. Pushing too soon could hurt you and the baby. Please try not to push, okay?” She pleaded.
Kathryn looked around, wondering what the fuck they were going to do. Parents were making their way down the steps of the bleachers back to their children on the pitch. Amber was clearly further along in her labour than Kathryn expected, but that was okay, they would handle it. They’d just send Nathan home to a friend's house from here and Kathryn would take her wife home and they could deliver their daughter just like they planned.
“When this contraction is over, we’ll need to start moving down the steps. But hold on to me, I’ve got you darling. You’re doing amazing.”
Amber gave the slightest nod to her wife’s words as the contraction tore through her middle. Her heavy belly felt like it was made of lead, the baby forcing its way through her aching birth canal. “Mmhhhhh nnhhh hhhoooo hhhoooo…” Amber's face relaxed as the contraction finally passed.
“Mmhhh hhhoooo hhhoooo… Kathryn… I feel so bad, it’s his f-first game…” Tears welled up in Amber's eyes, she really did try to hold this baby in as long as she could.
Amber takes her wife’s hand and began slowly maneuvering the steps. They’ve only made it about halfway down when Amber stops, gripping her wife’s shoulder tightly. “Mmhhhh nnhhhhh g-gotta push…” Amber tries blowing the urge away, praying people weren’t watching. She was vaguely aware of Nathan chatting happily with his coach and teammates. “Mmhhh nnhhhh HOO HOO HOO!” Amber was trying her best not to push but damned if she didn’t feel the baby’s head beginning to bulge her underwear outwards. All she could do was stand there, a hand on her belly, the other on her wife’s shoulder. Her legs buckled a bit as they bent, accommodating her large laboring tummy.
Kathryn didn’t dare take her eyes off of her wife as they paused half way down the steps. Amber was red faced, sweating profusely, and gosh when did her legs get so far apart?
“Amber… baby… don’t push. Please don’t push darling.” Kathryn pleaded as she watched her partner pant through an intense contraction. The way she was standing, the way her wife was nearly squatting and moaning, it— it almost looked like she was about to deliver the baby right now. But that couldn’t be happening. She’d only just gone into labour. “Keep panting through the urges sweetie, you’ve got this. Damn… your labour has come on so suddenly eh? Well, hopefully this means you won’t be delivering our daughter as long as it took for me with Nathan.”
Kathryn’s lighthearted joke fell on deaf ears when Amber squeezed her shoulder and gave a distinct grunting sound of effort. An unmistakable push.
“Darling no… it’s too soon, the baby isn’t coming yet, I promise. It just feels like it is.” Kathryn tried to assure her wife who was looking more and more ragged by the second.
Amber felt like she was underwater listening to Kathryn. Everything was muffled, her body was telling her one thing while her wife told her another. “Mmhhhh mmhhhh t-trying… trying to hold her i-innnnn….” Amber moans low as another contraction takes over her womb.
“Mmhhhhhh hhhhooooo….” By sheer determination she holds off pushing, focusing on taking deep breaths in and out. The pair make their way down to the bottom of the bleachers and an excited Nathan.
“Mum! Mom! Did you guys see me?! I got a hit!” He bounced up and down as he beamed with pride. Amber pulled it together, masking her face and smiling brightly at their boy.
“I did sweetie! You were incredible.” Kathryn said to their son, giving him a high-five. She caught the eyes of one of Nathan’s friend’s parents and quickly, after checking Amber was okay, dashed off to have a word. With her wife in seemingly advanced labour, they needed Nathan to go back to his friend's house from here.
“I’m so proud of you buddy!” Amber carefully leans to kiss his head, feeling the twinges of another contraction coming on. “Mmhh why don’t you go to Ryan’s tonight and celebrate with your friend? We’ll make a nice breakfast for you in the morning!” She barely makes out the words before he’s hugging around her tense middle. “Mmhhh… go on love…”
Amber didn’t want to scare him with her laboring, she knew Kathryn would clear everything with Ryan’s parents and make sure the boys had a good time.
Amber feels more pressure, the infant's head beginning to part her lips slowly. “Mmhhhh nnnghhhhhhh… I can’t… I can’t wait to push anymore…” She mumbled as Kathryn returned, before trying to find a place to birth. Parents and kids were clearing out, leaving them one of the few people left on the field.
Kathryn’s hands were immediately wrapping around her wife, sliding behind her back with one hand and holding her arm with the other. “It’s all sorted darling, they’re gonna take Nathan back with them now and we’ll let them know once baby is born and when to bring him back home.” She was speaking fast, not registering Amber’s recent warning of needing to push.
“Can you walk? We need to get you back to the car and get home. I’ll call the midwife on the way, okay. Everything’s gonna be fine.” Kathryn kissed the side of her wife’s sweaty face. “I love you. We’re going to meet our daughter soon.”
Whether it was the adrenaline of Amber being in labour, Nathan’s winning, or the excitement they were about to have a baby - Kathryn was buzzing with energy. But all that energy made the walking to the car feel like they were moving in slow motion. Her poor wife was clinging to her with each step seeming like a Herculean effort. Amber’s hand never left her belly but it had moved to the very underside as if she was physically holding it up. And her stance, well that stance was certainly new. The waddle was more pronounced than she’d ever seen.
Amber was lifting her belly up with each step, the weight of their child pressing down further and further. “Mmhhhh b-barely…” The laboring woman had to focus immensely on putting one foot in front of the other.
Without Nathan there, Amber felt like she could be a little more vocal. She didn’t want to scare their son into thinking birth was this horrific thing. While it was absolutely painful, Amber felt powerful and beautiful. She did however wish their daughter had better timing.
“M-my water b-broke… mmhhhh mmhhhhh around the f-fourth inning… oohhhhhhh!” Amber admitted to her water breaking over an hour ago. The pressure was so intense that she had to stop and lean on Kathryn, her legs semi-squatting. “H-her head… nnnnrgghhhh it’s COMING OUT!”
Thankfully no one was around but as Amber pushed down, a slight rounded bulge formed in her leggings. The women couldn’t deny it any longer, their daughter was about to be born.
“You’re- what?! Amber! Why didn’t you tell me your water had broken?” Kathryn was struggling to process Amber’s confession, trying to keep her wife steady and simultaneously accept the very sudden change of events. But the way Amber was very clearly bearing down and— oh my god! Kathryn’s eyes widened like dinner plates when she glimpsed the bulge beginning to appear between her wife’s thighs.
“Mmmmhhh we’re not m-making it h-home…. Nnnnrgghhh Kathryn I’m not supposed to be h-having our baby hereeeee nnnrggghhhhh!” Ambers next contraction washed over her, forcing her body into another push. She couldn’t stop them even if she tried.
The poor woman stood wide legged, sweaty faced with a baby’s head crowning from her covered opening. Her belly looked like a sinking weight, she couldn’t do anything but push.
“Okay sweetie, okay…. I’ve got you.” Kathryn stuttered as she hooked her arms under each of Amber’s letting her safely squat down a little as she needed. “J-just erm… go with what your body is telling you.”
Facing each other with Amber’s belly prominently between them, Kathryn widened her stance to keep them both steady as Amber squatted with a grunting push. “That’s it darling, keep it going, big push for me.” Kathryn couldn’t help but be in awe of her incredible partner, the way she had laboured so effortlessly throughout the game, and now she was doing the impossible - delivering their child in the middle of the car park.
Amber made two loud pushes with the current contraction before she stood a little and slumped against Kathryn’s body. “You’re doing incredibly my love. Absolutely fucking amazing. And I’m really sorry to do this, but we have to try and keep moving okay… see if we can get you to the car at least. We don’t want our daughter delivered on the gravel.” She gently caressed her wife’s cheek, tucking a sweat-dampened lock of hair behind her ears. Kathryn gave her wife a kiss, tasting the salt of her sweat and tears on Amber’s lips. She moved a hand tenderly over her wife’s bump, moving lower between her thighs and she felt the protruding dome of their daughter’s head, starting to emerge.
“She’s not crowning yet, but she’s so close. We need to move quickly before the next contraction. Can you do that?” Kathryn asked softly but determinedly.
“Mmmhhhh hhooo hhooo,” Amber took a few deep breaths before answering her wife, “I c-can try… mmmmhh…” Her waddle looked ridiculous now, the baby’s head so close to crowning. Amber's vagina ached, her lips burning with the head stretching her. Her steps were awkward but she was thankful to have Kathryn supporting her.
After only making it twenty feet, about ten from the car, Amber stops and groans. “She’s… she’s c-comingggggg!” Amber's face was sweaty, her eyes leaking tears as she gives into her body’s urge and pushes for their daughter. “NNNRGGGHHH! She’s comingggg OUTTTT!” Amber desperately tries to put a hand over her leggings, wanting to keep the head in until they at least made it to the damn car.
“H-help me! Kathryn… mmhhhhh hold her in!!!” Amber's legs shake as she tries and fails to resist another push. “Nnnrggghhhh! C-can’t stop… nnnghhhhh pushinggggggg!” Her face goes bright red with effort, her heavy belly hard as a rock.
Even with Amber’s hand clutching at her own crotch, the bulge growing between her wife’s thighs was evident. Somehow in all the chaos Kathryn found her hand cupping where Amber’s had been moments before. Holding a baby back from coming wasn’t something her rational mind would choose, but the desperation in her wife’s cries made her act without thought.
“Hold on to me sweetie, it’s okay I’ve got her. She’s not gonna come out. So push if you need to babe.” Kathryn assured Amber, feeling her weight collapse against her shoulders as Amber squeezed and grunted and pushed.
Against her palm she felt the force of her wife's pushes, the head trying to breach the confines of her previous home and reach her mother’s. The dome of their daughter's head slipped further out and filled her hand completely even through the fabric of Amber’s clothes. “Oh… wow… little pushes if you can—” Kathryn tried to say but Amber only grunted a primal lowing sound of effort that prompted Kathryn’s hand to actually apply counterpressure against the urgent call of nature.
Amber's legs shook as the primal grunt she released echoed in the parking lot. “Nnnrggghhhhh! T-trying to h-holddddd her b-backkkkkk!” The contraction passes and Amber takes a deep breath, knowing she only has a small reprieve before the next one comes along. “C-car…”
Amber leans into Kathryn a bit more and the pair finally makes it to the car. Her movements are slow as she maneuvers herself into the passenger seat. She’s lowered her bottom in when she feels another contraction coming on.
“Ohhh ohhh god! Here she comes again… nnnrggghhhhhhhh!” Amber pulls her knees up around her belly, body facing her wife. She grunts and pushes against the tight confines of her undies and leggings. “Here she c-comesssss nnrggghhhhhh! NNRGGHHHHHHHH!” Amber roars, sweat dripping down her temples as the head comes completely out of her body.
“Oh my god!” Kathryn gasped.
Having helped her wife into the car Kathryn had no time to react before Amber was pushing again. It was so guttural and raw and instinctual, but inspiring to witness. Without either of their hands delaying the baby’s arrival the shape of Amber’s leggings distorted as the head bulged out and then burst free. Fluids coming through the seam as the head was born right into Amber’s clothes.
“Oh darling… I think that was the head.” Kathryn said with disbelief.
Amber's eyes rolled into the back of her head, a mixture of pain, relief and even pleasure coursing through her body. “Oohhhhhh! Oohhhhh god yes! Mmhhh her head is definitely out…” Amber pants heavily.
“Take a breath baby, catch your breath back. You're incredible, you know that?” Kathryn lowered down so she was hunched half in the car. She kissed Amber’s flushed cheeks and rubbed her upper arms affectionately.
Amber’s chest was heaving up and down as her panting levelled off, recovering in the short break between contractions.
“I’m gonna have to try and take these off okay sweetie?” Kathryn said, gesturing to the leggings that were damp and clinging to every inch of her wife’s lower half. “We needed to make space for baby girl to come out. Can you lift your butt a little for me and I’ll slide these down.”
Using her elbows to support her weight on the center console, Amber lifts her hips. She groans out as she feels their daughter’s head between her thighs.
“Mmhhhhh we’ve got you baby girl…” Amber’s fingers caress her big belly, “Mums got you… ohhhh love, a contraction’s coming… hhoooo hhhhhoooooo!” Amber feels the cool air on her legs as Kathryn removes the undies and leggings. The second they’re off, she squints her eyes shut and pushes. “NNNRGGGHHHHH!”
“Yes… big push for me darling.” Kathryn cheered her wife on as she sunk into another primal push. Kathryn kept her hands between Amber’s legs, supporting the head as the baby moved little by little, the shoulders trying to emerge. “Keep it going! Keep pushing right down…. She’s coming darling… our daughter is coming.”
One shoulder broke free beyond Amber’s thin and stretched lips causing her wife to jolt and shudder. Kathryn had to keep her elbows out to stop Amber’s legs from instinctively closing. “No… baby keep your knees apart, and keep bearing down with this contraction. I know it’s overwhelming but you can do this.”
“Mmmghhh she’s so… BIG! Nnnnrrrghhhhhh!” Amber's knees quiver as she struggled to keep them open. She tried to focus on her wife’s hands, helping her birth their second child.
“Mmhhhh nnnrrggghhhhhhhhh!” Amber's face is bright red, her eyes leaking tears, face sweaty and grimacing. Once the first shoulder popped out, Amber felt like she was pushing a bowling ball from her vagina. The pressure of the baby’s weight on her poor opening was torturous.
Her eyes widened as the contraction somehow rolled into the next, giving the exhausted momma no break. “Mmhhhhh nnnnnrgghhhhhhh come outtttt! Come OUT BABY GIRL!” Amber's voice raised in both pitch and volume as the second shoulder burst out of her opening with a gush of fluids.
“That’s it. The second shoulder is out! Well done my love.” Kathryn marveled as their newest family member slowly sliding into her hands. “One more push darling. One more and we’ll have our daughter.”
She looked up, seeing the flushed and sweaty and exhausted look on her wife’s face. Her wife who was sitting wide legged on the passenger seat, facing the open door, moments from delivering their first daughter. “You are incredible Amber baby, so fucking incredible and beautiful and powerful.” Kathryn rubbed the back of her hands, which were busy supporting the emerging baby, against the inside of her wife’s thighs in what she hoped would be affectionate and encouraging. “Just one more push for me, one big push and she’ll be here.”
Kathryn’s words wash over Amber, making her feel her wife’s love and encouragement. She’s been laboring for quite some time, then having to deny it and delay their daughter coming into the world. Now that moment was finally here.
“Mmmmhhh mmhhh,” Amber lets out a whimper but nods, starting to curl around her belly again. “Nnnrggghhhhhhhhhhh!” Their daughter’s arms come out one by one, her hips begin to slowly inch out of Amber's opening.
“That’s it! Keep it going sweetie!!!!” Kathryn excitedly said, her eyes wide and mouth already pulling into a bright smile as their daughter gradually emerged.
“Kathryn! Nnnrggghhhhhhhh here comes our baby!” Amber cries out, giving one final last push. The baby comes sliding out completely, right into Mum's hands.
“She’s out! You did it Amber!” Kathryn immediately brought the slippery newborn up over her wife’s belly to place their baby girl on Amber’s chest.
“Ohhhhh ohhh my god… oh she’s here,” Amber pants out, tears streaming down her face as she takes in their newest family member. “Hi baby girl… we did it Kathryn.” Amber grins at her wife, looking gorgeous but oh so exhausted.
“You did it darling. That was all you. You’re amazing, I love you.” Kathryn leant into the car and kissed her wife’s forehead, cheek, then lips. “I can’t believe you’d been in labour throughout that whole game. You’re just incredible. Nathan’s gonna be so excited to meet his baby sister.”
“I love you too…I couldn’t have done that without you.” Amber pants, smiling down at their new daughter. “Definitely an opening game to remember.”
"i need help, its coming out- the head is coming out!!" i cry and open my legs to you, showing you my still closed slit
-bulgingpushh
"Mm-hm." I hardly have to spread your lips to see the dark hair starting to bulge between them. "That was good, that was so good, give me one more just like that, okay?" No. It's not. None of this is okay, but you have no choice as I keep your legs spread wide open on my shoulders. The contraction comes, fast and unrelenting, and you have no choice but to force the head down inside you with all your might. "Good boy, that's it, and again-" Barely even a break between the contractions, you push again almost immediately, screaming loud as you feel the head stretch you wider and wider, barreling it's way out of you utterly beyond your control. "Again." For all your pain, you're rock hard, t-cock stiff and twitching perched at the top of your bulging lips. "Again." Push. Burn. Scream. "Again." More and more, each time your body surges. "One more, baby boy, just one more for me, okay?" You don't have a choice. You let out an ear-splitting shriek as you bear down one more time, forcing the huge, hairy mass of the head to crown in your slit. You try to keep pushing, to just get that head *out* but you feel something block your progress - my hand, cupped firmly over the dome of the head. "There you go, good boy, see how hard you are for me?" It's too much, you're too sensitive right now, but you don't have a choice as you feel my fingers stroking you where you're so stiff and eager. You push again, hard, but none of it makes a difference - you're still crowning the head, you're still screaming and gasping and moaning, you're still totally helpless. "Shhhh, good boy, cum for me now." I keep up a steady rhythm on your needy t-cock, and you feel yourself forced over the edge, shuddering, gasping, crying, and twitching around the huge head still forcing your lips to burn. "That's it, that was so, soooo good for me." You pant softly, glowing faintly with the praise as you come down from your orgasm. "I know you can give me a lot more juuuuust like that, okay? We're going to keep this head right here for a long, loooooong time today." I give you a smile. "And you don't have a choice."
( Strong birth description in this story. Matured audiences only! )
Amanda put the high resolution binoculars to her eyes and quietly moved forward to get into a better position.
She had been hearing the rain bird's song all day. Now he was directly in sight! His beautiful colourful wings spread out overhead as he landed in the foliage just metres away from her well hidden spot.
Light rain began to fall but this didn't stop Amanda from remaining in this place. She quickly grabbed her camera with her free hand and snapped a few quick shots in rapid succession. This had been her reward for hours of hiking and persistence.
As she returned her camera to its protective case, she heard a loud cry vibrate through the trees. It was intense and powerful! She stopped and listened closer to where it was coming from. Another one, louder and longer echoed through the green canopy.
Amanda became curious! She gathered her equipment and started to follow the trail of the painful sounds. They grew more intense and overwhelming as she made her way to the edge of the local tribal village.
There was a large commotion in front of the central hut as a group of women rushed through the entrance and disappeared inside the large shelter. Amanda asked one of the villagers what was happening. She quickly explained that the Chief's wife was in deep labour!
It had been several months since Amanda had arrived in this part of the jungle. She had become good friends with many of the villagers. She also knew the Chief's wife and was aware of her present condition.
The older woman smiled at Amanda's enquiry. She could read her curiosity in her unspoken expressions on her face. Before she knew it, Amanda was escorted across to the entrance of the birthing hut. The older woman gently nudged her forward, telling her to enter.
"It is good luck to witness the delivery! It will help with your fertility!"
Amanda hesitated at first but quickly walked through as the sounds of pushing reached her.
The hut was humid! Not too hot but enough to feel overwhelmed by the temperature. The Chief's wife was in the middle of the space, surrounded by the village midwives. She was heavily straining downwards. She was vibrating against one of the women, crying and sobbing with intense pain. She leant forward and grunted wildly as her body experienced a new round of horrific surges.
"Its not coming! I can't get it out! This one is too big! TOO BIG! TOO MUCH! CANT DO IT!"
Despite her comments, Zara pushed, bearing down with all of her strength. Growling loudly, she heaved strongly onto the crowning sphere between her thighs. She couldn't take the pain. She had always suffered with birthing but this one was the worst of them. She didn't know if this one would ever come out. Taking a heavy breath in and out, she tried again. Harder and longer, she fought against the burning! The enormous dome squeezed forward with her strenuous efforts along with her body's powerful contractions. Zara grunted louder and wilder until she couldn't endure the agony another second. She cried out with the insane torture before collapsing backwards. The echoing scream of birthing bounced off the walls violently.
Amanda stood frozen and couldn't take her eyes away from the birthing woman. Her huge core twisting, the stretching of the head, her trembling convulsions with the pain, the sheer sounds of horrific suffering. It was all so intense, so raw, so primal, so intoxicating! The cries Amanda had heard in the jungle were far more less ferocious than the birther's present agony. The harsh birth was progressing rapidly.
Zara clawed at her supporter as fresh pain erupted through her nether region. She ached her back and shot forward in a violent, shriekng motion. The head midwife told her to push harder and longer.
"He is trying to come! He wants to get out! Endure the pain, Zara! Push him down and out of you! The Chief's child is coming. He is ready to be delivered. PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! MAKE HIM BIRTH THROUGH YOU! GIVE BIRTH!"
The encouraging words gave her new focus and determination. Zara groaned loudly, bearing down with a frightening roar. She repeated this, louder and with more power and energy. Her entire body vibrated with the work of forcing the gigantic head through her pulsating entrance. She screamed wildly, pushing again and losing all control. Her body convulsed around the spreading opening as the humongous head spung forward and fully crowned between her red, pounding lips.
From that point, the birther seemed to find an inner strength that powered her forward. The primal need to deliver the baby took completely control of her.
Push after push, scream after scream, Zara began to force the child outwards. Her body's urges took charge. The only task was to push, bear and birth the child trapped at her folds.
The pain was excruciating. The pressure was blindingly horrible. Zara had no choice in the process. It was coming where she was ready or not! The cocoon of women that housed the birthing woman supported her, praised her and encouraged her to work despite the torturous ordeal.
The sounds of sheer desperation gripped the atmosphere. Amanda was stunned at the increased tension of the birther. Her cries grew more louder. Her pushing grew more frantic. Her entire composure was convulsing with the agonisingly harsh journey to the final stage of birth.
Amanda watched as Zara's face reflected the unbearable torment of finally driving the tremendously large head through her. With one loud, horrific roar, the baby's face became visible in a flood of birthing fluid.
Minutes later, Zara's exhausted body pushed the rest of the baby free with another wild screaming roar. The women cheered as it was announced that the Chief had another healthy boy.
Amanda quietly smiled to herself. The entire ordeal had left her shaking but strangely aroused by the birthing experience. One of the midwives saw the expression on her face. She rose and walked to her side.
"Birth is very natural! Powerful and primal. One day soon you will be bearing many babies as well. I can see you want it badly. Maybe you will get the chance with one of our warriors. Who knows? We will have to see what we can arrange!"
Amanda blushed and rubbed her belly firmly. Yes, we will have to see!
(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.
Claire barely raised an eyebrow in surprise as another long and slow contraction squeezed around her abdomen. She checked the clock. It had been more than fifteen minutes since the last had been and they said her first baby would take hours, even days to come for most new mothers.
She clenched her fist lightly and took a long drag of air as it tightened to its crest within her. They were certainly noticeable now, but just barely. Earlier, she hadn't even been certain she was in labour yet, but she was in no doubt now. She could tell though, she was nowhere near ready to move anywhere fast.
There was still plenty of time for things to slow down, hold up, or even stop for a day or two. She'd read all the books, watched all the videos, she was ready for anything to come.
So early in the process, Claire was enjoying a raft of new sensations and motions her body was going through to prepare her. She thought of it as a calm reminder of the storm that was still to come.
She had been preparing for this, and even looking forward to it, for years now. She was determined to bask in every second of it while she could.
She thought she'd felt anxious, eager to move things along, nervous about what was to come, and panicked about what was happening. There was, she admitted to herself, a certain amount of those feelings deep down inside. But the nervous fear she had expected to dominate her thoughts was barely even on her mind as early contractions gently gripped hold of her stomach and slowly but surely released their grasp again. It wasn't a pleasurable sensation, exactly, but a reminder of what was still to come in the hours ahead.
Her mind was calm, at ease, and unhurried as she sat in her own home. Her most intense urge was to nest, make the space ready and comforting in anticipation of the arriving baby. During this phase Claire wanted, more than anything, for Dan to be home soon. To be with him, to be close, and to have him at hand there and ready for whatever she needed.
While she thought about Dan arriving home from work, with her already in labour, she thought about what his reaction might be. Another contraction hit. Instinctively, she reached out as if to hold on to Dan, but he wasn't here yet. She steadied herself instead and took a couple of long and steady breaths as her stomach tensed under her.
Dan would be home from work shortly anyway, she felt no need to call him quick to ask him to rush. She knew that he would if she did, but found herself enjoying those early moments to herself too much to disrupt them by rushing around in a panic.
She gathered together what felt like every pillow, cushion, and soft furnishing she had in the house and laid them across the living room floor. She might want to lay down soon, or rest on something later, she wasn't exactly sure but it felt good to be doing something.
Lighting a second candle, then a third, and then a fourth she giggled at the sight of the room. Then, she laughed out loud as she figured out what Daniel was going to say when he walked in. A hippie commune, she imagined him calling it. Admitting there was more than a little truth to the thought.
Another contraction interrupted her thought. Barely stronger than the last Claire relished the moment as her abdomen tightened and contorted in long slow shifts that seemed to take forever to build and even longer to fade away.
Standing up straight, she found herself swaying side to side in a way that shifted the cramping pains between one side and the other. As the contraction climbed through her body it caught her breath for a second or two as it crested and caused her to break into a smile as it began to climb back down from its peak. With music playing in the background her gentle sway turned into a slow dance she found herself singing along to in the comfort of her home.
Give a little bit
Give a little bit of your love to me
I'll give a little bit of my life for you
Now's the time that we need to share
sSo find yourself, we're on our way back home
By the time both the contraction and song was well over she found herself still moving and still dancing around the home. She watched Dan's car pull up on the driveway outside while she continued to dance. A mixture of relief and nervous excitement welled up in her stomach as she watched him leave the car to come inside. They were both in it now.
When Dan walked through the door he looked surprised to see Claire waiting for him with a smile on her face.
"Everything ok?" he asked as he took off his jacket by the door.
"Yes! In fact, it's better than ok, I think we're in labour!" her smile broke into a grin.
"What?!" dan replied, taken aback for a second. "for how long, why didn't you call? How have things been?"
"It's the early, early stages yet," she replied. "It's only been a couple of hours and I didn't want to worry you, there's still a long long ways to go…"
In that moment another contraction began to swell from inside and she felt her abdomen begin to twist and contort once again. She winced for a second.
"Look! Feel here!" She grabbed Dan's hand and pulled it into her navel. Under the palms of his hands, Claire's body tensed as a contraction passed through her. Dan's face turned from confusion to shock and then to amazement as the physical realisation of what was beginning to happen dawned on him.
Throwing his coat on the floor he took his other hand and placed it on the top of Claire's now shifting stomach. "Oh my god," he exclaimed as Claire closed her eyes and let the contraction surge through her. It was the strongest yet.
"What do we have to do?!" Dan asked.
"Nothing yet" Claire replied with a light giggle. "It's still very early and they're barely coming once in a blue moon. We can wait a while yet before doing anything"
Dan stood up again, his hands still around Claire's belly, they looked into each other's eyes.
"Good," Dan replied. "I was hoping we'd have some time first"
Claire poured her arms around Dan's neck where they stood and the pair swayed together as they felt the last of the contraction tail off into the background.
Claire smiled. She leaned her head back to look up at Dan and kissed him slowly in the long and relaxing space she had before the next contractions began. Dan was clearly nervous, excited, and eager to do something—anything—to help. She wanted him to relax into it as much as she had.
Guiding him to the sofa she sat him down in his regular chair so that he was eye level with her enormous stomach at it protruded out between them.
"Listen," she said, guiding Dan's ear to the tip of her belly.
As he did so he could hear the familiar "thump, thump, thump" he had listened to every night since their pregnancy had started. It proved to be as comforting as Claire had hoped. She felt dan relax into her just a little more as he let out an amazed "wow".
She waited until he turned to meet her eyes again and leaned over with a certain degree of difficulty to kiss his lips again. Locked together, she gently pushed him backwards until he was seated back into the couch. There, she pushed herself forward, carefully straddling his legs and bringing himself over Dan to sit on his lap.
A light, gentle kiss quickly progressed into a passionate make-out session as he wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her in close. Her swollen round belly rested against his body and he could, for the first time, feel the warm heat and gentle movements of her labouring stomach.
She relaxed into his arms, pulling him in close and enjoying the warmth and passion of their embrace together.
A soft moan escaped from her lips and Claire realised how much she was enjoying this moment between them. She leaned into Dan and felt him grow engorged and rigid against the inside of her thigh. She relished the realisation that he too was basking in every second of it.
In one motion she pulled her dark blue sundress up and over her head exposing a rounded, low, and rigid belly lying between them. It had been no accident that she'd choose Dan's favourite underwear for today and she enjoyed his reaction as he pause for a second to drink in every bit of her body.
While he did, Claire pulled at his belt until the buckle came free. Unzipping his jeans and reaching inside she found his rigid shaft straining hard under cotton briefs as if trying to escape their captive housing.
She ran her fingers down its length, feeling it twitch and spasm as it strained to break free.
His warm breath poured onto her soft skin as she liberated it from its soft cage. With a breath of relief from Dan, his pulsing cock stood to attention as Claire began rhythmically sliding back and forth up and down his lap. Teasing her way closer to him, and backing away just a little she smiled as Dan let out a soft moan of playful frustration.
With one more slide forward she climbed up above the length of his shaft. Towering above him. with his head pressed gently against the outside of her lips, Claire moved her underwear aside to push him gently inside her until just the tip rested within her. With gently, soft, tiny actions she teased him some more until she felt him moan out, louder this time. He seemed to pine for more, almost beg and twitch against her smallest movements.
She smiled again, resting one hand on the top of her belly, allowing herself to slide down his shaft in one steady mover. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt Dan push inside her with ease. He felt warm, comfortable, reassuring, and safe.
Her heart bounced with joy and she began to rise up again, gently riding along the full height of his shaft. Electric pulses of bliss shot through her body as she gently climbed and fell over Dan. His movement inside her felt slow, deliberate, and pleasurable.
"Yes," she gasped out in half-whisper, half-moan. "Oh yes, that's it!"
Dan's hands fell into the curves of her back where he gripped her tight and close with a deep, passionate embrace. The worries and concerns that had gathered in her mind in the hours before were fading one by one as her mind fogged into a blank fog of pleasure and love.
As she rode, Claire could feel another new, yet now familiar sensation penetrating through her. The next contraction was building now her and allowing sharp, gripping pains to take hold of her.
"Oh, god… oh fuck" she grimaced as her body began to tighten and stiffen in many directions at once.
Orgasmic contractions were fighting a battle against labouring contractions to decide who was going to come out on top. Sensations of ecstasy and agony collided, stacked, and co-operated with each other from within her hips to climb up through the rest of her body.
Wave after wave came and went. Tight, heavy, gripping contractions reared up against flowing, electric, orgasmic pleasure and crashed into one another until it became hard to tell where one ended and the other began.
Both would grow by many orders of magnitude before the pair were finished. Claire lost herself to the electric sensations of her body as she writhed and squirmed on top of Dan. She found her muscles gripping tight around Dan's shaft until every movement with him inside her felt as if it was stretching through her body.
With the pair seemingly locked together, Claire grew closer and closer to orgasm with every second that passed. Her breath grew short, her hands and knees trembled under her.
She ached to cum. She wished for it, willed it closer and fought to bring it near. She needed to cum.
Quickly and barely a second or two from could release, Dan slowed them to a stop.
Claire whimpered and tensed around her abdomen as the ecstasy that was drawing so close began to scurry back into the shadows. Her eyes opened wide and she looked down to Dan.
With a wry smile, he pushed his index finger over his lips and indicated that she should wait just a little longer. Claire didn't know if she could.
"I'm going to need you to hold that," he whispered with a grin.
Claire didn't want to hold it though. Agonising contractions had been pulsing through her for hours now. She needed it.
While her body fought against her to reorganise itself around the, probably huge, mass of his baby, Claire could think of little else other than the eventual relief and excitement of pushing out his child into their arms. With release so close she could almost already feel it she was ready to beg for him to let her cum here now.
She needed this more than anything. She needed this one moment of bliss amidst several hours of pain before she could even think of bearing his child out into the world.
Before she could argue, a new set of contractions broke against her body. Claire bucked forward around her swollen belly and fell against Dan. Her hands landed on each of his broad shoulders, using them as leavers to pull him in close as she moaned out in agony. Everything felt so much more agonising and intense now.
Dan caught her as she fell, wrapping both his arms around her and grasping hold with open palms as he felt her body heave and strain against her.
They sat there for seconds that felt like hours. Claire pulling down on Dan, Dan holding her tight against her body. Her soft voice moaned and whimpered down into his chest with every pulse of energy that wrapped around her torso. She wanted to curse him, both for this agonising pain breaking through her and denying her relief at the last possible second, but she didn't have the energy to spare.
While they'd made love, they had both enjoyed the rhythms of labour that had helped to control, amplify, and pace them through a prolonged session. Now though, the rhythm was changing and they could both feel the shift. There was a difference in Claire's voice that even took her by surprise.
A shocking, gripping desperation had set in that told her she was far, far deeper into this labour than they'd thought. Waves of pain that had earlier been curtailed with pulses of pleasure were now bare and raw. They frayed at her body and caused her to yell out and wail as they gripped hold of her body.
She needed that orgasm, the one stolen in the deepest throes of passion, now more than ever. Yet, she had nothing left in her to go looking for it. She had a battle ahead of her first, and the shape of the fight was changing to one not just filled with pain, but with pressure too.
"It's time!" she managed to gasp out in a lull between contractions.
"Time to go?" Dan asked, noting that things had gotten more intense very fast.
"No," she snapped. "It's time to push!"
Claire knew for certain now that all the books she'd read and classes she'd done were wrong. She knew her body and it was about to begin pushing out a baby right here and now whether she choose to or not. There was no time to go anywhere else.
"Ok" Dan replied, raising them both to sit on the edge of the couch. Without parting from each other's arms, they both pair felt themselves shifting to a new way of thinking. They knew what was to come, and knew what they had to do to get through it.
Already, Claire could feel a contraction begin to rise through her body. She distanced herself from Dan, shifting her body back to sit on the edge of Dan's knees. There was room there, space to breath, space to labour.
With his feet flat on the floor, Claire moved her legs out till they were spread out wide and only her thighs rested only on Dan's legs. She cradled her hands around Dan's neck, embraced his hands resting on her hips and took long and steady breaths staring down at her stomach as it tightened and contorted under her.
A charge of pain shot through her lower back and wrapped itself around to grip hold of her abdomen. Instinctively, she took in a gasp of air and braced herself against its agony.
"Arghhhh ow, ow, owwww" she moaned out as it continued to grow in strength and intensity.
With it, just like the last, the pressure was already bearing down against her and into her body.
Just a minute ago, she thought, she was on the cusp of ecstasy. Already deep in the throes of pleasure, she could almost feel it take hold of her and give her the relief she so desperately needed. Now, she was deep in the depths of agony, barely able to imagine how she could fight to bring this baby down through her body.
She was beginning now to lose control. The pressure bearing against her was getting too much and she had to begin working with its efforts rather than fight against them.
She reared her head back, took in a deep breath of air, and jerked her body downwards into Dan's lap with every bit of energy she knew she could find.
Her teeth grit tight, her face contorted into an agonised expression of effort and power. Her belly, already drawn tight by the intensity of the contraction, rounded and tensed as she poured all her energy through its core.
"Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhhh" she roared out as she continued to bear down.
Dan watched transfixed as the power she had seemed to increase and grow the longer and longer she pushed against her contractions. His hands moved around her sides and traced long lines up and down the sides of her belly. Beneath them, the shape of her bump seemed to shift and change as each ongoing contraction moved through its own phases and Claire poured her power into its efforts.
Five, six, seven seconds passed as Claire bore down as hard as she could. After eight had gone she felt as if she might explode if not for another gasp of air.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaah" she moaned out as she released her pressure. She looked to the ceiling again. The same familiar agony returned as her contraction took control again. She wasn't done yet though.
After a few quick breaths, she took one more gulp of air and bore down into the space that sat between them both.
"Huaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhh" she cried out as she bore down with an intensity and energy that made her feel as if her head could explode from her exertion.
Already, pushing began to feel somehow familiar. It was comforting. It reassured her that now they were doing something productive and making forward progress towards bringing this baby down and out into the world. But it was still agony.
Her abdomen tightened more as she fought against her contractions and she got nothing in return for her momentous pushing efforts. It felt as if she were pushing for nought, and yet, it felt like the only thing she could do.
When her contraction faded away, Claire finally had an opportunity to rest and recover again. Gathering in a breath she adjusted her position on top of Dan's knees. A position and place that she hadn't even considered labouring in during the days and weeks leading up to her labour. Now that she'd found it, though, she found herself in love with it.
"Oh my god," she gasped. "So big, and heavy. I don't think I'm getting any movement at all"
"You got such a good, strong push in there though, a few more like that and we'll be flying" Dan smiled.
"Yeah, easy peasy" Claire replied, rolling her eyes at him.
Dan laughed. He wished he had a witty retort to reply with but already the next contraction was visibly evident on Claire and he was already out of time.
Claire writhed gently on his lap, shifting her hips and moving her body backwards and forth as if the contraction was building with the rhythm of a slow dance.
Intensity continued to build and Claire leaned across his body and locked her lips into his. She needed him close.
There, the pair shared a slow and passionate kiss that felt as if it extended for hours. Claire could feel herself trying to ignore the pressure and agony that was building through her hips. Locked right here, stuck in this moment, she felt as if she could prolong the next contraction to just stay here with Dan.
Her knees tensed and squeezed Dan's thighs as she fought to prolong the inevitable. When ignoring her pains was no longer an option she broke their kiss and let out a gentle sigh between them both. They locked eyes.
Staring into each other, Dan gave a slow and gentle nod as he parted his knees and spread Claire's legs out under her. In response, she leaned her forehead onto his, kept her eyes locked on his, took in a deep breath of air and pushed it down into her abdomen as hard and as long as it would possibly go.
With her teeth clenched tight and her expression shifted into a heavily pained grimace, her eyes locked on Dan and she continued to bear down with all the strength she could muster. Locked so tightly together, with Dan's gaze looking back at her, Claire felt as if they were now pushing in harmony. Working together to bring their child out.
Seconds passed, though Claire couldn't tell how many. Again there was nothing. Just fruitless attempts at pushing without any real tangible result.
"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!" she exhaled in a long continuous moan.
This time she didn't take any time at all to catch her breath. Instead, she simply gulped in as much air as she could carry in a single breath and pushed down again with every bit of strength she had.
Her stomach tightened and tensed. She felt as if her entire body was changing shape around this mass as agony radiated through her hips and up through her heavily swollen belly.
Now, though, now she could feel the smallest hints of movements taking place inside her.
The intense pressures that had kept her at bay were now beginning to move. It wasn't much, but it was real, and she could finally begin to feel it taking place. Weight and energy shifted slowly through her. Moving barely a fraction of an inch at a time as she finally felt as if she was making progress now for the first time since they'd started.
It was exhilarating and addictive. She pursed her lips and blew out her air only to take in one more gulp and bear down with a new kind of enthusiasm and excitement.
Rolling her head forward to rest on Dan's chest, she arched her back to find every last ounce of leverage she could get to bring to bear against this weight now beginning to move through her body. She felt it again. A huge head moving down towards her pelvis as she heaved against it with everything she had.
"Yesss," she whispered as she exhaled again. A smile broke across her face for the first time since she'd begun to labour hard.
She wished Dan could feel what she was feeling now. The sense of relief and satisfaction was already intoxicating, but she reminded herself she still had such a long way to go. She rose up and kissed him with a slow passionate embrace once again.
"It….it's coming now," she whispered into Dan's ear.
"already?" Dan asked in surprise. "Damn, I told you you're good.."
This time it was Claire's turn to miss out on a witty retort. The next contraction was barrelling into her and it was becoming clear that now the baby had begun moving, it wasn't going to slow down soon.
As if by instinct more than thought, she began pushing again with a contraction that had grabbed hold of her body with an overly tight embrace.
Deep, guttural moans escaped from her mouth as she bore down against her body.
Now, the head was moving a little further down with every effort she could give. Each movement spurred her on, inviting her to apply more pressure and intensity with every push. Even just fractions of an inch at a time were enough to encourage her on. Pushing and pushing and pushing, Claire felt Joy and anticipation flow through her as she edged towards a goal not far on the horizon.
Dan could see a new wind of confidence and effort come through Claire. With it, they both felt energised and enthralled by the birth. He reached out and rest his hands across Claire's belly. It was tight to the touch, stretching and swelling backwards and forth, and as hot as a skillet under the tips of his fingers. With her weight over his legs, he supported her body as she rocked backwards and forwards while contractions crested and swelled through her.
Holding on to her body, observing her labouring on him, embracing the clutch she had around his broad shoulders—Dan too relished every second they had as the pair of them worked to spar against her labouring efforts.
He watched her expression change from a blissful, hazy smile, into a pained, effortful grimace and then back again as pains came and went through her. Now, he could sense things were changing. Pleasure was beginning to balance the pains she felt as she brought this baby down.
Claire had previously felt it too, but it had only now become a force too powerful to ignore. With the head engaged firmly down into her birth canal, each fresh push was bringing with it a jarring yet joyful ecstasy as it stretched through her body and brought her closer to the goal.
Her legs trembled under her and her arms began to shake as she rounded the summit of everything she could put into every available push. More and more effort piled through her body and into the birth as the large weight eased its way down and stretched its way into her birth canal.
Electric pulses radiated from her pelvis and coursed through her veins to reach up through her chest and down to the tips of her toes and the soles of her feet. She would spasm and jerk as jolts of pleasure weaved their way around and through agony and pain. They quickly became so strong and so dominant that they caused her to curl around her swollen belly and very nearly interrupted her intense pushing efforts.
Her head rolled back to look to the sky and she felt the warm, deep satisfaction of the head slide back up inside her as she released the hold she had on its mass.
"yessssssss," she whispered to the sky as her body rode on an orb so impossibly large and so impossibly deep she would struggle to form the words to describe the sensation. She couldn't yet tell if it was pushing up into her or if she was the one in control of its movements. Her toes curled tight and her breath escaped her chest as it pushed back to its deepest point deep inside her.
She understood now. She understood why Dan had denied her before at the most pivotal moment she thought she could face. She understood why she couldn't be allowed to cum then to assist her with everything she needed now.
She closed her eyes and swayed her hips from side to side. Enjoying the moment between the moments, enjoying the sensation that had just gone and the ones that were about to come. She swayed in time to the music and danced lightly on Dan's lap as if a slight breeze blew through them both.
Dan watched, transfixed and mesmerised by the beautiful woman in front of him. Claire's hair floated down past her shoulders, her breasts, full and round, sat on top of a swollen belly that moved as if it weighed nothing at all on her petite frame.
Another contraction was building fast, but now it was welcomed with an eager smile that anticipated its arrival. Claire steadied herself for another push. This time, leaning back on his lap to support her weight with her arms and create more room within her hips.
As Claire did, Dan looked down and could see already an opening begging to part to allow the head through. Claire moaned out in a low, steady tone and dan could see her stomach and her hips strain at her body.
"Yes, that's it," he exclaimed, his hands still resting in the curve just above her hips. "You're making such good progress! I can't believe you've come this far so fast. Just a little further now"
Claire couldn't reply. Her mind was as now involved as her body, flooding with emotion and sensations that she'd never dreamed of before. Instead, she took a deep breath in and bore down again against a mass that had risen up so impossibly deep again inside her.
Slowly, it began to descend again. Riding down through her body as she pushed at it with everything she had. Stretching from the inside she could feel every little ounce of progress and victory that she won over the weight.
With her victories came the spoils. Her mind would shift from forceful concentration to a hazy fog of pleasure as she felt this weight she'd grown inside her ride down through her birth canal. Stretching, teasing, shifting within her as it did. She gasped out in shock and joy as she reached halfway, took a sharp intake of breath as it moved back inside, and bore down again with everything she could muster.
Now, dan could see the top of the head beginning to crown. Eagerly awaiting its arrival, his excitement dialled up more and he all but yelled encouragement for Claire, but even sat on his lap with her hands grasping hold of his shoulders she could barely focus enough to hear his voice.
Agony and ecstasy were crashing into each other once again inside her body. Now, they had an intensity and speed that she didn't know she could keep up with.
Arching her back towards the ceiling as she bore down, the head rode downwards, putting pressure onto the backside of her clit and stimulating her body from the inside out. Her teeth clenched shut and her skin flashed beet red as she used every bit of power she could find. Her back arched more and the head rode through her again until her mind was filled with almost nothing else but the intense pleasure this large hard mass-produced.
With every effort now, the head was moving down and emerging further and further from her. Every time she pushed she was stretching herself to greater and greater heights and clambering towards an orgasm that remained so impossibly large and just barely out of reach.
The only thing offsetting the intense agony coursing through her hips was the intense joy that shot through her like sparks of electricity.
This pleasure was more than a mere luxury now. She needed this to continue. Moaning out with a ferocious scream she took in more air and used it to continue their journey.
Pushing and pushing and pushing, Claire thought her head might come off her shoulders before this baby emerged from her body. It was all she could do to hold her breath and stretch around this head. To keep pushing in pain amidst these crashing waves of pleasure that wracked through her body felt like a unique kind of torture, yet she couldn't let go
Her legs were trembling hard, her eyes clenched tightly shut, and her jaw fell open as if frozen in a yell, or scream for help or relief.
Slowly, the head emerged further and further from her body. Almost a quarter of the way now, she was reaching its widest point, but if her mind had any spare capacity for instruction or pain, Dan didn't know where to find it.
She was too far now to stop pushing against it. She writhed and squirmed on top of Dan's lap, barely able to hold herself from bucking and gasping against the sensations that jolted through her.
"OH. Ohhh. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"
Suddenly, her body went silent. The pleasure that was consuming her a half-second ago vanished for a beat before returning with a ferocity of rolling waves and shuddering ecstasy that capture her mind and her breath.
She gripped hold tight to Dan, muttered out a phrase unintelligible to them both, and curled herself around her belly as she convulsed, screamed, and contracted in a chattering orgasm that shocked them both.
Dan reached out, one hand on either side of the head as Claire's body shuddered and spasmed. Emerging rapidly, the head appeared first, closely followed by the shoulders in two waves of earth-shattering pleasure over his lap.
Claire gathered herself for a second, clinging to Dan's shoulder before resting herself down back on Dan's knees where he brought a healthy baby to rest between them. Claire looked up to Dan and smiled. Already her thoughts were back on how not just how easy the birth had been, but how joyful and pleasurable too.
"You were right," she teased with a smile and a roll of her eyes.
"Well, so much for the birth plan," Dan replied, gesturing to a thin plastic folder tacked against the wall.
Claire looked to the folder and then back at Dan. If they'd gone by the book they'd be in a hospital right now and in a different kind of state altogether. Claire smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Wendy had always been a size queen as long as she could remember. She loved the sensation of wonderfully round objects filling up her holes. She loved teasing the tips of them around her labia before pressing the object with firm desire on her opening. At first her vagina would yield, digging slightly into her pelvis before any stretching would start at all.
She could get acquainted with the temperature. Cold objects ran shivers down her entire body often making her more sensitive. Then… A slip. She would gasp from deep within her chest as the cold cylinder would slip inside of her, her eyes would roll into the back of her head as she tried to hang on to consciousness, Wendy’s head a fuzzy mess from the pleasure. She would rather be stuffed with something warm, feeling it burn up the insides of her pussy as she stretched and strained to warm up her belly.
With her legs spread she would push out toys all night, as hours went on she would increase the size of them as the night would go on to shameful sizes. Each toy would only edge her until the largest she could take would make her black but in an orgasm.
It was a sensation she was long robbed of for the majority of her pregnancy. From the safe period, to moving into her new apartment, nausea and aches she rarely found time to masturbate as she once did. Wendy was at least 9 months removed from her last size play.
One of her favorite parts was staring at herself while she carried around the toy. A mirror facing the foot of her bed, she would take a long, hard look at her body. Her toy would bulge impressively, pushing out her skin to the outside, she would often poke the bottom of her pelvis to move it under her skin, biting her lip in pure bliss.
This morning her full term pregnant belly gave her a reminder of what a sight she truly was. She stared at herself in the mirror completely naked as her morning routine typically went. Wendy sat on her knees with a pillow between her thighs. Her right hand was occupied by a wanded vibrator on its highest setting, bouncing frantically on her pillow.
“Unf… Aah… Yes… Yes....” Wendy mumbled, staring at herself in the mirror. She was ginormous, with her belly occupying her body. At this stage of her pregnancy her belly hung low, beginning to imitate the feeling of the toys she was getting ready to push out.
“Ooh… Fuck… Yesss” She moaned, getting her other hand to rub her belly. As she got to her climax she drew her fingers around her stretch marks, the scars that she could only wish her toys would leave on her.
“Mmmmmm…” She groaned with her teeth clenched. Wendy pressed her fingers into her belly, trying to feel her baby through her tightly stretched skin.
“Ffuck!! Cum!!! Cumming!!!!” Wendy leaned her body forward into the orgasm grinding on her pillow to dig the nice, smooth silicone head of her vibrator over her puffed sensitive lips.
The orgasm made her heart race, gave her a full body sensation and a tingle and made her breathe through her mouth. A braxton hicks contraction came over her belly. “Ahhhhh…. Ohhhhhh.” She moaned as it all came to an end.
As was the case for most days, Wendy wasn’t satisfied. She rode her pillow as compensation for not currently having a man, and having a man was rehab for stuffing herself full of huge toys during her pregnancy.
Suddenly, something inside of her gave in. Wendy rolled off from her bed and waddled over to her kitchen. She returned with her hands full of various foodstuffs of all shapes and sizes. Eager and not wanting to let herself come to her senses, she lay all of the groceries on the floor along with her designated humping pillow and her wand.
Wendy had to lift her belly up to see her pussy in the mirror. Panting, she licked her fingers and spread herself wide. It appeared her lips had gotten fatter since she last tried stuffing.
With her lips held open, she sucked the wide section of an uncooked chicken egg and began to insert it into her vagina. Wendy stared as the white egg began to become enveloped in her outer lips before feeling it inside of her. And then, she felt herself stretch.
Even a relatively small item like an egg forced Wendy to cover her mouth with the sensation. It was the first tie in months she had been penetrated with anything but her fingers. And just like that, none of the white shell was anywhere to be seen inside of her.
She tried to find the egg on the surface of her vagina, but all she grabbed was the base of her pregnant belly. Wendy’s muscle memory began to kick in.
She spread her legs out before the mirror, holding them apart by her knees as she began to push. “Ooo…” She groaned as she mustered up the force inside of her.
Pushing as she once did, she could feel the egg start to descend down her vagina into her opening. A little bit of the white tip of the egg began to slightly peek out from inside of her.
“Haa. Haa. OO!” She gasped as the widest part of the egg shot from the force of her pushing. It missed the protective pillow and popped comically from her pussy onto the carpet in front of her, covered in her viscous juices. In response, her baby gave it’s mother a couple kicks from inside of the womb, feeding Wendy’s desires further to rub her expanded belly in response
Her face was red like masturbation hadn’t done to her in so long, her head began to tingle, her whole body going back into remission over the sensation of bulging once more.
She missed the feeling of being penetrated deeply, and she thought the egg had potential to go much deeper.
Wendy’s second item was a banana wrapped in a plastic bag, making sure none of the woody ends would stretch her up on the inside. For her own reference, she held the banana up to her hip level and measured it against her torso. From her hips to the tip, the fruit measured all the way to her popped belly button. For what it was, at least her big, pregnant belly had already dropped for labor.
She got on her knees for this one, aligning the banana behind her she brought her increased full weight down onto the banana. Stretching her vagina open more in it’s deepest than it had ever been she couldn't help but to roll her eyes and bite her lip, grabbing a hold of her milk filled breasts as if she was riding a real cock.
Up from the pillow the stem of the banana stuck out like a handle from under Wendy. With a loose grip on the stem she began to feed it deeper into her vagina until it rang like a doorbell on her dropped cervix. “Hnnnghh.. OOOhhhhh!” She moaned with her eyes crossed as her baby was tussled beneath her skin.
Her body was more reluctant to release the banana, Wendy’s hands fought the suction of her pussy. It left with an audible pop from her pussy.
For the biggest object she had taken with her, it shared a name with her belly button that poked out. A navel orange was taken straight out of the fridge and sat by her thighs as she pushed out the banana. Staring at the cold, porous surface with the navel to poke inside, her body began to tremble in anticipation.
Lifting her belly and spreading her lips again, it took both hands to apply constant pressure into her puffy pussy lips. Her fingers fed the orange into her vagina slowly and she could feel herself getting stretched. Looking into the mirror the vibrant orange from the fruit began to become engulfed again, surrounded in her darkened pregnant pussy.
Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head. There was no slip, instead, the widest part of the orange stretched her vagina open all the way forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. “AAAhn!!!” Wendy yelped. She looked at herself in the mirror, and even inside of her the large orange slightly parted her lips. She wondered if that was about 10 centimeters pushing her apart.
Wendy leaned back to the support of her bed puffing while the orange shifted inside of her. She bit her lip, planting her legs onto her carpet and began to bear down. “OOoooohhh!!!!” Wendy moaned, feeling the orange begin to stretch her apart. She saw her folds hugging the fruit.
“Mmmnfff!!!” she squealed behind closed lips, she felt her legs tremble while she continued to push down. Slowly, the sphere came into her view. Wendy grinded on her pillow, struggling to feel the orange at the base of her vagina. As it began to move down she felt the navel of the orange that shifted, it’s irregular shape and feeling driving her mad.
“Guhhh!!! OOOOOOH!” She hooked her thighs under her knees, aggressively prying her legs apart. Looking past her belly, the orange was coming to a full crown inside of her. Wendy’s heart raced. “Hoo… Hoo… HOOO!” she began to pant, her head started to get fuzzy. At the oranges widest point her lips strained and started to turn white and sore.
She scrambled to get her vibrator, and turning it to the highest setting she fumbled her wand around trying to find her clit under all of her belly in the mirror. “Come on… Come on…!” She whispered to herself in anticipation. She felt the silicon head on her most sensitive area and flipped the switch.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!”
In one click all the sensations came together packaged in a powerful orgasm. The sudden stimulus from the vibrator caused her to jolt. One deciding push purged the orange out of her vagina. The force got it to roll beside the other foodstuffs, and by the end, she threw her arms down and relaxed.
Her breaths were slow and deep out of her mouth, satisfied by finally being able to push out heavy objects once again. Sweat rolled down her forehead with her legs still wide open. A barrage of kicks pummel the top of her belly forcing a gasp out of the recovering mother.
“Sorry to startle you, I really, really needed that.” Wendy barganed, giving her belly a couple affectionate rubs. With some TLC her baby calmed down their storm inside of her glowing belly.
“Ow!” She winced under a sharp pain that seized her womb. Despite the contraction her tendencies kicked in, causing Wendy to grind her thighs together in pleasure. “Hey, stop that!” she gasped with her eyes closed, grinding out the contraction inside of her against the pillow.
Her stomach tightened again. An audible rupture was heard from outside of her body that forced Wendy’s legs apart again.
“ANNNNHHH!” She cried as a torrent of fluids spewed out of her tender pussy. Her amniotic fluids drenched everything in front of her, seeping into the pillow and the carpet even getting onto the mirror. Her water had broken
“Oh no… Don’t come yet! I just came!” she hollered trying to get to her feet to reach the phone. No longer suspended in their watery home, the baby’s weight bore down under her pelvis with her legs getting up to a squat.
“Urrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!” She moaned while her baby’s head began to force its way through their mother's cervix. Stumbling off of her feet, Wendy was on her butt again.
“O-oh?” she groaned. Another contraction slowly squeezed her midsection. In front of her eyes and a mirror her uterus began to shrink and squeeze on the baby that had grown inside of her for 9 months.
“Mmmmmmhhhaha!!!!” Wendy moaned. Her eyes shot into the back of her head through the sensation. Ever the size queen, what she was about to push was deeper than any toy she had ever inserted before.
As the contraction strained it’s hardest Wendy swore she saw the outline of her baby, the thought of the size of her child inside of her drove her mad. Suddenly her heart began to race again. Her mouth hung open.
“It feels good…” she reassured herself. Wendy spread her legs open. Still tender from the size play from earlier she was hesitant to check her dilation. Bracing herself, her middle finger slipped into her wet pussy, sending warm pleasure into the rest of her body.
“Uh, hhAH-” she bit down on the side of her arm as her fingers brushed passed her opening cervix. “Hoo… hoo... Hooo.” She blew into her forearm inspecting the fine details of her birth canal with her fingers. Her cervix was opened up slightly, and at the very center of it she felt a warm, round, hard shape lodged heavily into place. “My baby…” Wendy moaned, rubbing the top of the head with her middle finger.
“Guhh!!” She wrenched. Feeling the brunt of another contraction come quickly. The head began to slide quickly under her fingers, forcing apart the unconditioned cervix to 10 centimeters easily. “Grrrrnghhhh!!!!” Wendy groaned to the unique feeling of her cervix dilating.
Her insides tingle in euphoric pleasure, her heart raced faster and faster, out of sync with her labored breaths. The contracted ended with beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnnnnnnnn!!!!!”
Her break was interrupted by another contraction brutalizing her belly again. While Wendy’s belly began to tighten, she placed her hands on the top of her belly. “Oof… arrngh!” She winced and panted, feeling her child’s kicks recoiling against her drum tight uterus. “I know you’re stressed baby, but work with me-OOOOOwwwwwwww!!!!”
The head began to move to the top of her birth canal, slowly opening her vagina to a weight, shape, and warmth she never felt before. “Hah… hah… hnnnnnfff!!!!” she moaned as the baby descended down her birth canal. The baby was lodged into her pelvis like a cannonball, forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. Wendy’s hands followed the trace of her baby as it continued to move lower and lower down her pussy.
“Push… I need to push” she reminded herself. Uncomfortable in her current position, she shifted to the only position that felt right in with her huge, laboring baby bump. Wendy hooked her arms under her knees again, spreading herself wide open to view all of herself in the mirror.
“Heeee… hoo!” She took in deep breaths waiting for the next contraction to push with. Her belly started to seize up under her fingers and she felt the baby slowly start to move once more under the constricting pressure of her uterus.
“Hee hee hoo, hee hee, hooOOOOOOO!” Wendy bore down with all of her strength, propelling the baby slowly and steadily down her birth canal, filling her vagina with her baby’s entire head and shoulders. The sensation! The pleasure! A weight like nothing else spreading her apart made Wendy absolutely feral, salivating while extending her knees to bring her legs high above her head.
“It feelsh sho GOOODDD!” she yelled through clenched teeth. She bore down, harder and harder, pushing until her belly would contort itself and turn hot. As the contraction ended Wendy let her legs down, her breaths even more raggidy than the last contractions. She looked down to the sight of her slit open to the sight of a wet head of hair thoroughly stretching her labia folds. Some of her white vaginal fluids decorated the surface of her baby’s exposed head. Her heart could not stop.
The top of her belly began to deflate, signs of her baby travelling further downwards. Out of line with the next contraction, Wendy couldn’t wait to indulge, she rubbed the outline of her belly further, agitating the large heavy orb she carried around with her. “Hooo… Hooo. It feels so good to be pregnant…. Hmmmmngggg!!!” She groaned, spreading her pussy out to it’s limit.
Wendy’s legs hung wide open while she pressed her force to her abdomen, beginning to expel her child out into the world. She could feel the finest details of her baby’s face rubbing against her tender, moistened vaginal folds. The hairline passing through, divits of her baby’s eyes, finally, stopping its nose.
“Shhhnnnrrrghhh! AAaaaaahHHHh… Cum… Oh my god... I’m going to cum! RRRaaaaNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!” She cried, the head popping out with an audible pop and a squirt of steaming fluids onto her floor. Wendy’s pussy had never been stretched so intensely before!
Her tongue hung out, her chest heaved up and down. “One…. More!!!” She told herself. Wendy parked her heels onto the ground. She held her own sheets behind her as the final contraction began. Wendy threw her hips forward, in a decisive strain, pushing all of her force into her uterus she let out a powerful cry. “GRRRRRAAAAAAANggHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Wendy screamed
To her dismay, the head did not budge, exhausted, Wendy slid back further with her throat and pussy on fire. “Nonono! Don’t be stuck!” she cried, looking everywhere to try to find a solution.
While she waited she began to feel the baby’s head begin to move and begin to take its first breaths during their own birth. She could feel her newborn's hands and feet begin to move inside of her. She had to move fast.
Wendy puffed her breaths, finding the fastest way to free her baby’s shoulders. That's when she saw her loyal wand to her right. Hesitating for a moment she held her breath while her baby’s shoulders grinded into her pelvis. “Ow… owowowow!”
She switched the head of her vibrator on, the familiar recoil hanging particularly heavy in her hands. She was really about to masturbate her baby out. Feeling the kicks towards the center of her belly now caused her to bite her lips. Her belly began to constrict once more. She regained her breath and her hands started to shake, a mixture of anxiety… and anticipation. SHe began to salivate at the thought of her baby’s shoulders slipping free to welcome the baby’s whole body.
The pain started to take control of her belly, it was time for her to push. “Hoo… hoo…” she winced in pain, grabbing her belly. “Ddon’t worry… you’re going… hnnnnghhhhh… to… hah… be born soon.”
She brought the silicone head to her pussy slowly. The vibration could be felt between the space, Wendy stood no match to the feeling as contact was made. Pleasure shocked into her entire body like electricity, tension from her uterus fought with her muscles' ability to feel the vibrations, combining into a fiery combination between her legs.
“URRRRRRRGHHHHHHHNNNN!!!!!” she howled. Wendy’s hips shot into the air, the positional change freeing the caught shoulder. She wielded the vibrator with both hands, relentlessly grinding against the head as she kicked the toy up to it’s highest setting to feel the wand drill into her clitoris while her baby emerged.
“FUAAAH… annnnghhhh FUUUUUUCKKKKK.” Wendy snarled. She grabbed her sheets behind her, curling her toes. One shoulder popped free from her pussy. Her climax was teased for so long, and after her crowing, after her entire pregnancy, she could feel the size and weight of all 10+ pounds of child that she was so close to pushing out.
Her baby’s weight began to slide out of her completely. Her vision was going white and she was losing all senses of control over her body.“GONNA… FUCKING. CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!”
With a pop and a geyer of juices the second shoulder emerged. Wendy’s baby slid safely onto the pillow. Her hips fell and Wendy’s body was left twitching on the foot of her bed. She breathed slowly, ragged breaths to get air back into her body.
Loud cries from a healthy pair of lungs filled her bedroom and the new mother scrambled to her butt urgently scooping up her baby and holding her to her chest. “I’m sorry, aahhh. I think I got carried away…” She kissed her newborn on the head, her heart racing. “I might have to get you a sibling soon though…”
My mom would tell other people the story of my birth at inappropriate and awkward times to strangers she crossed paths with. I would be standing next to her, holding her hand, my 5 year old big eyes staring at the stranger in the aisle of a grocery store. The stranger would lean down to squeeze my cheek with a nervous laughter and hover us for a couple more aisles. Most of the time, they were adult men with thick mustaches, and sometimes grannies. My mom would squeeze my hand in hers with a wink, wrinkles showing around her eyes and mouth. I would be instructed to stay by the cart when she needed to use the store’s bathroom. She would come back 10 minutes later or more. When she came back out, she’d grab my hand to leave the store despite having a full cart of items. Rarely did we actually ever check out the store items. As I grew, it only made it more and more awkward. Women avoided my mom like she was a plague of death, while men gravitated to her.
During 5th grade, we had public school sex education classes. Of which was not about sex, but what puberty would look like and what to expect. It included birth, where babies came from. I remember sitting in the back of the classroom, my cheeks grew hot when the scene of a vagina expelling a baby was projected on the wall. However, the big difference was- it was obviously a painful ordeal. My mom described my birth as orgasmic, and I shot out of her like a water geyser, with my father shooting his cum all over my newborn gross body.
In 6th grade, I finally confronted my Mom about how it was extremely embarrassing to tell people the events of my birth. Nobody ever needed to know how my mom’s best orgasms in her entire life was from pushing me out of her vaginal tunnel into the new world. It was an exaggerated, if not fake, story that needed to be buried with all other embarrassing stories of myself.
Mom was hurt that I didn’t believe the full story of my erotic birth. Not hurt that I wanted her to stop telling strangers of the erotic birth, but that I didn’t believe her. So to my dismay, as a 13 year old, she showed me the VHS video of my first birthday. Forever will that video make me cringe. Forever had it changed my whole life for better or worse, still not decided. She was not exaggerating whatsoever.
The VHS tape began in the living room being filmed by a friend who majored in film and theatre. The furniture was different, but it was most definitely the same room we were sitting in, watching this. Mom and Dad were on either side of me, their fingers intertwined across my lap, giddy to start the video.
The camera focused on my parents, zooming closer to their intimate parts and actions. The filmer had no shame or embarrassment to get as close as possible while cheering along to the ‘beautiful’ moment.
“Oh my fuck! Jerry! I can feel her coming!” My parents were literally fucking, his penis inside her anus, as her cervix opened up to the camera view. And at each contraction, she screamed of pleasure and maybe even orgasmed, as my dad screamed cumming into her. She laid in missionary style, holding her large, swollen angry pregnant belly with both hands. “Oh god yes! Yes, that's it. Yes-yes-yes, I feel another one coming!” My mom scrunched her face as she bored further down into the couch, holding her breath. Jerry continued to thrust his engorged penis in and out of her anus, holding her legs up to give more pelvic room. A horrific groan came out of her once she released the push. “I need to change position, I need to be on my hands and knees. Quickly now, before another contraction.”
The contractions grew closer and closer, both were screaming and moaning together more frequently. His penis grew even more as he thrusted harder, increasing his speed as he rode her doggy style. He grunted loudly while squeezing her hips with his hands as another wave of contraction hit her. Her water broke, she gasped, and quickly felt the vaingal lips with her fingers to estimate how far along she was. Her fingers were soaked in the amniotic fluid that was still gushing out of her. The couch was soaked and poured onto the carpet. Her belly was considerably lower and thinner, no longer having the amniotic fluid inside. My infant body was actively, angrily pushing through her womb to vagina to the new world no matter the amount of pain it caused. But apparently that pain was more of a turn-on to my mom, who welcomed the start of ‘Ring of fire’ with gasps and moans, rubbing her clit the whole time.
“Don’t stop! I’m almost there! God, don’t fucking stop!” Her hand remained at the opening of her vagina, ready to catch my head, and casually playing with her clit. The other hand was positioned on the arm of the couch to steady herself. “I need to be on the floor,” she huffed between the thrusts.
My dad pulled his penis out abruptly and assisted my mom to the floor. Speckles of blood from her torn anus gathered to the already ruined carpet. She was bow-legged, her palm holding the opening to her vagina, my head just starting to open her lips, almost to the “Ring of Fire”. My whole infant body weight sat just below her hips, her muscles extremely fatigued. She moaned, struggled to get down to the floor to rest on her forearms. “Get back inside me already! It’s fucking burning! She’s almost here! Keep fucking me goddammit!” She was back in the doggy position, this time knowing the baby, me, will be born in this position. Her fingers quickly found the clit.
Her whole body, swollen pregnant belly swaying, moved along the steady rhythm of the penis violently thrusting in and out to a mediocre rhythm. “Don’t fucking stop! There! God, yes, there!!” She screamed throughout the house. My dad forced his thick penis as far into her anus as possible with violent deep thrusts, causing her to scream in agony. A gush of orgasmic squirt shot out before birthing me. Then everything happened at the same time.
“I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming baby! I’m cumming, I’m FUCKING CUMMING!!” My dad’s face scrunched up with his mouth open, my mom panting short quick breaths. He rode the cum-flation into my mom as long as he could, bursting into her anus over and over. It was a cum-fountain inside her anus with no sign of stopping.
Everyone screamed. I screamed angrily, now in a brand new world, bursting past the vaginal lips. My mom screamed and squirted all over my face from her own climax. My dad screamed and screamed, holding onto his penis like a water hose unable to stop. Mom couldn’t stop squirting on top of me and into the carpet, the same carpet I was looking at. It was a sweet taste, she told me, her squirt all over my face as I cried into my new world.
My baby self wailed outside of Mom’s vagina as my dad finished cumming, pushing his softening penis against her anus, his cum dripping onto my newborn disfigured shaped head. The rest of my body wasn’t out yet. My dad listened to Mom’s groans, moans, and begging for him to not stop; his penis was back to business quickly with his thrusting. She needed to push one more time to release me. Mom took a deep breath followed by short breaths, focused on my dad’s rhythmic thrusting, and waited for the feeling of the need to push again. Her fingers suddenly gripped the carpet and her hips were bored down, and she screamed. And screamed. And screamed. My dad’s fingers dug into my mom’s hips, willing it all to end quickly. With a gush of fluid and last scream, the rest of my body was finally pushed out into the new world. Dad screamed while his thick cum covered my whole body and the still attached umbilical cord.
Neither had clothes on, nor planned to cover up any time soon. They moved to the couch together with a slow, steady movement to a missionary position. While still attached to the umbilicord, she cradled me up to her chest, tears rushing down her face. My suckling mouth quickly found her teat and I relaxed into a drunken state of milk and bliss. My dad’s penis grew back to an erection despite cumming multiple times and he re-entered her anus, thrusting gently while I suckled fiercely away. The video showed me nursing her teat as my father caressed her thighs, his hips moving back and forth with slight images of his penis here and there, behind her disfigured vagina, into her anus. They both looked so serene and proud; this was what they were destined to do their whole life and they finally accomplished it.
“What the actual fuck, you guys?” I breathed heavily. I had a pool of wetness in my underwear, which had never happened to me before. Did my period come back so soon? I wanted to leave, I needed to get out of this living room as soon as possible.
“We are just so happy you are our child and grateful for such an easy, pleasurable birthing experience. The other ones weren’t as easy and required us to have a midwife with us.” My mom played with my wavy messy long hair.
“You’re saying I’m not your only child? You’ve had other children? I have brothers and sisters?” My heart was thumping in my ears.
“No no, you don’t have any brothers or sisters. You’re my only child. I’ve just given birth to many children, perfecting the experience until the day I would meet you, my love.” Mom said, with my dad nodding in agreement. “The other ones were for other families- I was their surrogate. You were the one I chose to keep and love.” My mom and dad fiddled their intertwined fingers on my lap, smiling at each other. I jumped up to make way to my bedroom quickly. I looked back at the spot I was just in and saw a dark splotch of where my vagina leaked fluid. I ran to my bedroom. I hid underneath my blankets, begging for my heart to slow down.
(You can credit me, idc. I made this blog specifically so I can submit stuff anonymously. I'd like to write more things in the future.)
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You’re standing in front of your body-length mirror, body turned so you can examine yourself from the side. The lovely linen dress you received from your father for your birthday is tight around your middle. It is possible that maybe the sizing was wrong; it’s only just now summer, so you haven’t been able to wear it before now. But it also isn’t just this dress that’s not fitting quite right either, either.
Sucking in helps a bit. Letting out a heavy exhale only makes it tighter. You run your hands over your stomach and push down on it, as if that will help at all. It’s firm.
Your mother’s voice calling your name stirs you from your thoughts. You finish getting ready and hurry down the stairs. After all, your father, the most powerful rancher in the state, is a very busy man and can’t be kept waiting. Soon, your parents head out with you and all your younger siblings in tow.
Outside, a couple of ranch hands are working on a task. When you glance over at them, you suddenly make eye contact with one and your stomach flip-flops. He had been hired recently, shortly after you turned 18. He’s strong, bearded, so masculine and yet incredibly gentle. No man has ever impacted you the way he did; just hearing his voice is enough to make your panties damp.
Apparently he felt the same. Three months ago, just days after you first met him, you were alone in the barn and then, suddenly, his cock was buried deep into your tight pussy while his lips burned your throat. He took your virginity so ferociously and yet so lovingly. If your family wasn’t so active right now with the business, you would sneak away with him every afternoon to make love to him again and again.
But for now, you can do nothing but look at him wordlessly. When he disappears from your view, you suck in your stomach again to alleviate the discomfort from the stitches of your dress digging into your waist.
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Two weeks later, your dresses are tighter than ever. You frequently find yourself in front of the mirror with your hand on your middle. It’s not just you who’s noticed; even your mother has commented on the fact that you’ve gained some weight.
Later that week when everyone’s too busy to pay attention to you, you head down to the barn. There’s nobody else there except for you and the animals -- or at least that’s what you think at first. Before too long, you discover the ranch hand there, shirt pulled taut over his muscles, eyes smiling warmly at you -- and then, all over again, you’re pressed up against the wall with your skirt hoisted up and his cock pounding against your cervix. Your pussy is so slippery that you might be embarrassed if it was anybody but him. He fucks you from behind, rubbing your hands up and down your belly, over and over and over, until he leans forward and murmurs in your ear, “Are you pregnant?”
You come so hard that you see stars.
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You had to run away together. The most powerful rancher in the state would never allow his eldest daughter to be knocked up by a worthless ranch hand. Truth be told, you would much sooner give up your family than give him up.
The escape comes late one night, shortly after your parents became suspicious of your growing belly. Before too many questions are asked, though, you slip out of the front door and into the night with your ranch hand. For a while, you travel around. Within a few weeks, he finds a small, secluded cabin and a place to work. You’re never mentioned to anyone to avoid any chance of running back into your father.
For the next number of months, you play darling little housewife with the ring. Despite the solitude, you find it incredibly fulfilling. You have chores to do at home and some pets he had gifted to you to take care of. And, most importantly, each morning you admire your growing belly. Soon enough, you’re so big that it’s difficult to move. You try to do chores and find that you’re quickly out of breath. The baby inside of you wiggles around and kicks you nonstop. Your back aches and your feet ache and it’s hard to breathe and you have to piss all the time and yet you love every second of it. You love to stand naked in front of the mirror and look at your swollen stomach, pink and rippled with stretch marks. It’s hanging low now and every so often it tenses with false contractions. This baby you made with this gorgeous man will be here soon enough.
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His work hours are long. He has to wake up early each day and doesn’t come back until evening. Now that it’s winter, he’s only ever around when it’s dark outside. At this point, your belly is outrageously big. It’s hard to even get onto your feet without any help, but you have to figure it out anyway without him being around. Your breasts, which were small and flat before you were knocked up, now hang heavy and low on your belly, anxious to feed your baby.
One morning, he wakes up and kisses you goodbye. Normally, you would get up and start your day, but it’s different now. You feel sore and groggy. There’s a cramp in your lower back that’s been bothering you for the past few hours. It’s not the end of the world if you rest a bit longer, you figure. You lean back and rub your hands over your belly but sleep does not come. Time passes -- a few minutes, a few hours, who knows -- and that cramp only gets worse before moving to your lower belly. It throbs below your belly button and draws small moans from your lips.
Eventually, you have to get out of bed. You put your feet on the floor, stabilize yourself and begin waddling over to put your warm clothes on. Unlike all the times before, the cramping doesn’t stop when you move around. It comes and goes, causing you to stop and grunt every so many minutes. The time in between cramps becomes shorter and shorter until you realize, suddenly, that this baby is coming today.
The thought thrills you but leaves you anxious as well. The ranch hand will be away for some time and you can’t ask for help. Nobody can know you’re here.
You try to distract yourself as much as you can with your chores. However, you can only pretend to be normal for so long until the contractions cause you to sink to the floor and cry out in agony. Your breasts and belly heave, your legs intuitively part, your body seizes as it prepares to push out this baby the ranch hand put inside of you. But you can’t give birth, not without him here.
Between contractions, you’re able to get to your feet and over to a chair. The book you grab does little to distract you from the intensifying pain. Every few minutes you grab your belly and moan. Your stomach is taut and low, stretched as far as it can go. Even as you cry out in pain, you are constantly aware of just how pregnant you are, how that ranch hand who is nearly old enough to be your dad did this to you, and how much this turns you on.
Your hand slips down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. Soon, the groans of pain become something else. Being so full of him, being so huge and pregnant with his baby -- god, why can’t he just fuck you again right now? Images of him flood your mind, of the way his cock stretches you wide open, of the way your pussy is going to stretch even further as you struggle to push his baby out of you. In just hours, you’re going to be crying and gasping and straining as this baby opens you up in ways you’ve never been opened before.
You shout as you come. Then you realize that you’re much wetter than you normally are. For a few moments you sit there, dazed, and then you realize: your water just broke.
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It’s dark outside again. Inside, you’re wearing nothing but a nightgown. You’re covered in sweat as you groan and grip your bedsheets. God knows how long you’ve been laboring for, but the baby has to be ready to come out any moment. Your body is screaming at you to push but you can’t, not without the ranch hand here with you. Every time your body is ready to push, you press your hand against your pussy lips and squeeze your legs together as much as you can. “Not yet,” you moan. Your other hand rubs your belly. “You can’t come out yet.”
If you weren’t struggling so much to keep your baby inside of you, you would be coming over and over again right now. Everything hurts so bad, so much so that you’ve screamed in pain a few times, and yet you’re more aroused than you ever have been. Feeling his baby’s head push so far down inside of you is indescribable. He put a baby inside of you. You can’t get over this fact. He put a baby in you and now you have to spend hours in pain just to deliver it for him. Your body is completely his. You made an entire baby for him. You’re his.
The urge to push rips through you suddenly and makes you shout. Your knuckles turn white and you crane your head back as your legs fall open. God, you can’t do this anymore. You need to push so bad. You need to feel his baby stretching you out. You bite your lip and moan and push down.
You only start pushing when the door opens. Moments later, the ranch hand is at the foot of your bed. “What are you doing?”
“I need to -- ohhh.” You can’t even feel relieved as a contraction takes over. “The baby--” A sob interrupts you. “I need to push.”
“No.” The ranch hand is on the bed now, pushing your nightgown up to expose your gargantuan belly and sagging tits. “Don’t push. You can’t push yet.”
“But I need to--”
“No!” His belt jingles as he unbuckles it and tosses it onto the floor. “You can’t push until I tell you. Do you understand me?”
“Ohhh.” You try to squeeze your legs together, but it’s impossible. “It’s coming, it’s coming.”
“Not until I fuck you first.”
Oh, fuck. You swallow and try to hold back. You’re in so much pain and want nothing more to push but you’ll try to stop yourself for him. God, you want him to fuck you so bad. You’re so tired and pregnant and yet you still want him inside of you.
It only takes moments for him to take off his pants and enter you. You practically scream when he does it. You’re so fucking stretched out. The baby’s head is pressing down so low and yet he’s fucking you so hard that his cock is surely going through your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you. You’re such a fucking whore, a little daddy’s girl who got herself knocked up. Now you’re hugely pregnant and getting fucked when you should be giving birth and it feels so fucking good.
You come fast but he keeps fucking you. He goes even when it’s raw and painful, even when you can’t keep holding back. “I need to push,” you cry, but he keeps pounding into you. Tears stream down your face but he keeps fucking you. When another orgasm rocks your body, he finally cums at last, shooting ropes of cum deep inside your laboring pussy.
“Okay,” he pants, “you can push now.”
The moment he pulls out, your body takes over. You pull back on your legs and grit your teeth and push so hard your vision goes dark. Cum spurts out of your pussy and rolls down your ass. You push and push and push and cry when nothing seems to happen.
“I waited too long,” you tell him. “God, it won’t come out now, I waited too long.”
“Keep pushing.” He gets down between your legs and pushes them further apart. “Push.”
You groan again as you bear down. More cum seeps from your pussy and then you feel the baby move down further into your birth canal. “Oh my god,” you shriek, “oh my god, oh my god, it hurts.”
“Keep pushing!”
That’s all you can do. You feel like you’re going to throw up or pass out or maybe do both. You push and push and push until you can feel your pussy start to stretch wide. Now you scream, “It burns!”
“That’s the baby’s head! Oh my god, that’s our baby! Keep pushing!”
You can’t possibly do this, you can’t possibly get that entire baby out of you. You’re being split in two and the pain is indescribable. He did this to you, he got you so big and pregnant and this is your punishment for being his whore.
“You have to keep pushing!”
“I’m trying!” you yell. “It’s too big!”
“It’s coming, love, keep pushing, please.”
Your pussy hurts so bad that it’s almost transcended feeling altogether. You scream the loudest you’ve ever screamed and then, suddenly --
“That’s the head! The head’s out! Oh my god!”
You open your eyes and try to look over your huge belly. You can see a spout of hair. When you reach forward, you can feel your baby’s face. Tears flood your eyes. “Our baby,” you gasp.
“Keep pushing, love.”
You summon all the strength you have left. Within moments, the baby’s shoulders pop out. The ranch hand has the baby bundled in his arms, cleaning it with his shirt. “You did it,” he breathes. “We have a baby girl.”
Your head is swimming. “A baby girl?” Even as she starts to cry, you can’t believe that you just pushed an entire baby out of you. It feels even more surreal when he places her on your chest.
“She’s beautiful,” he says.
The exhaustion starts settling in immediately as you cradle her. None of this feels real. There’s no way you just carried a baby inside of you for nine months and gave birth. You want to pass out.
Before you do, though, you look up at him and murmur, “I want you to get me pregnant again.”
He watched, shocked, as his little sister waddled into the house, seven months pregnant. "I know, I forgot to tell you!" She said, one hand on her belly, her husband clearly proud as he hovered over her. "But the two of us are very excited to welcome our baby into the world soon!"
The emphasis was barely noticeable. But her big brother picked up on it. He remembered Christmas last year. The family get together. Staying the night. His brother-in-law crashing early, leaving just the two of them, in front of the fire, cuddled next to one another. Talking so easily, each remembering how much they missed the other's company.
It lead to a chaste kiss. Then something more. Then more than that. Before the siblings knew it, the younger of the two was covering her mouth as an orgasm took her, while the older gasped, his orgasm releasing his seed from his bare tip. They just got so lost in the closeness, the emotion.
They'd both felt so awkward after. Yet, their hands still roamed. Their eyes drinking in one another 's bodies. They went to bed, him to his room and her with her husband, even as the taboo seed of her big brother leaked from her vagina.
The two were sitting by themselves again, later that evening. He couldn't stop staring at his little sister's baby belly. "Are you sure?" He asked, quietly, blushing. She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. "Trust me. There's no way it couldn't be."
The coded language. They'd both fallen into it so easily, another sibling secret like they used to keep from their parents. Except this one was about the worst, most shameful thing they could possibly do. A concequence growing inside her for something they both knew was wrong.
"Are... You ok?" He asked. She nodded. "The doctor said the baby is normal. Developing well. It doesn't seem... You know."
Inbred. It doesn't seem to have any defects from their shared genetics. Gods. This was really happening. This was real. He'd gotten his baby sister pregnant. He hadn't meant to, he hadn't known, it was just the one time...
"Alright. But are you ok? Knowing? With everything that..." His words trailed off. It was so hard to say it out loud.
She blushed. Put a hand on her belly where she'd just felt the baby kick. Her own niece, growing inside her belly. "Y-yes. I... Know I maybe shouldn't be? But... I like it, uhm... A lot. Knowing. I... Feel so close. Especially when it moves, or kicks, like it is now."
She met his eyes, finally. "I wanted to tell you. I did. I wanted you to..." Her blush deepend, her eyes sliding away again. "To, uhm... See. To... Feel. It's been so much. The hormones have been driving me crazy, your know? And... I try to deal with it. The way I should, am supposed to. But every single time, I... I think of... Well. You. That's what gets me relief. Knowing..."
She leaned very close, looking around. No body was close, seemingly no body could even see us. "Knowing it's your incest baby. That we really inbred. I never really thought about you like this before, but... Damnit, it felt so right, it was so easy to just... Be intimate, with the boy I grew up with, who knows me better than even my husband..."
Her brother swallowed hard. "I... I know. I know we shouldn't, and that it's wrong, but... Yea. It felt incredible. Safe. I don't know..."
He put a hand on her bump. Felt his baby kick, and shivered. Gods. That was his baby. He'd really done this to his sister. She closed her eyes, breathing a bit heavier.
They went back to normal conversation. Tried to act normal. Like she was just a proud mom-to-be, and he was an excited future uncle.
Of course, that night, when everyone was asleep, neither of them found rest. Not until after they quieted their minds. Did what they both knew the other couldn't stop thinking about.
Of course they knew they shouldn't. They knew it was gross, was wrong, was sick. They knew they'd already created an entire life that would always be taboo, shameful if anyone found out the truth of her parents. Going further would only make all of that worse. Would change it from something spur of the moment, reckless, an impulsive bad decision, to something they both wanted. Even if she still loved her husband, even if he found love elsewhere, the two would always know, always remember that they carried an awful secret. That they were incestuous lovers.
Even knowing all that... It happened. Her naked, heavily pregnant body straddling him, sinking down on his hardness as she struggled not to moan in absolute satisfaction. "It's not like this with him... I feel so much safer with my big brother..." She whispered, terrified of being caught, but having needed this since before she took the pregnancy test.
His hands roamed her body. Exploring what this taboo pregnancy has done to her. The girl he'd watched grow since she was a baby. Now not just a full grown woman, but about to become a mother, birth a daughter of her own into the world. "I hate that it feels so right..." He groaned, his stomach twisting with guilt even as absolute, undeniable pleasure enveloped him.
Their daughter kicked as she came.
They cuddled, after. Made plans.
When her waters finally broke, she didn't call her husband. Her big brother picked her up, brought her to his house as contractions got closer and closer. She left a message for the man she married, saying she'd needed to get to the hospital while he was out, that her brother was taking care of her.
Her husband had made her agree to the hospital birth. "It could be dangerous" he'd said. "You need an epidural, you don't want to feel the baby come." He'd promised to be by her side, holding her hand as the doctors watched closely, helping her stretch, shouting at her to push and breath as though she wouldn't know how to, when the right time was.
He couldn't imagine what she really needed. How could he? She had barely even known at the time. But now she was sure.
It had been impossible to imagine feeling so safe, so confidant like this. Feeling every agonizing contraction, the pressure driving her insane as she sat on her big brother's lap, legs spread wide in front of a mirror, seeing every inch of her naked, laboring body. A camcorder caught every beautiful moment of her deepening labor, capturing every groan and whimper and gasp as she neared full dilation.
She needed to push. She grunted the words, as her chin tucked, her toes curled, and she gripped the hands of the man who did this to her, the man who watched her since she was a baby, now having his taboo baby as well.
She felt his hardness, invasive and rude, yet welcome. She liked knowing that, even in this state, he cared for her, wanted her, found her beautiful. She couldn't deny, as another push made her crotch begin to bulge, lips barely parting, a wet glisten of hair between them, that she found herself beautiful, even sexy in this moment as well.
"I can see her..." Her big brother coaxed, the excitement trembling in his voice. "Your niece. Our inbred baby. You're about to crown her. You can do it, sis. Give birth to our baby right here, just like this..."
It was so wrong.
She couldn't really be doing this. It was sick.
She could feel the head right there. Barely inside her.
She pushed. It opened her. There was a head, opening her vagina. Crowning.
Oh gods. She was really giving birth to her brothers incest baby.
Something happened. The pain mixed with that knowledge, with the raw intimacy of it, the deep, primal rightness of giving in, holding nothing back, feeling her labor and birth. The need to push, and giving in utterly to it. The satisfaction of pushing, of opening, of birthing.
It felt right.
It felt good.
So good!
Her body tensed. The push got much stronger, as her lips opened into a wide O. She cried out, as her grip on her brother's arms tightened.
He gasped. He felt it. He felt it. He knew this sensation. She was... Oh gods. She was cumming. Their incest baby was about to be born, and she was having an orgasm.
"Good... Just like that, don't fight it... It's ok for it to feel good..." He panted, the knowledge of what was happening too much for his own body, feeling his seed burn its way up his contracting shaft, creating an embarrassing, sticky mess over her butt and back.
The head fully emerged as the younger of the two's orgasm ended. She struggled to focus, finally gathering her thoughts. She knew she didn't have long before it was time, before this ordeal was over. She knew it was wrong. Knew her parents would never forgive either of them if they knew.
She didn't regret it.
She had never felt so safe in her life as she did here, having her big brother's baby.
It was time. A deep, gutteral grunt of effort escaped the new mother, as she bore down, and the shoulders slipped free, the body slithered out of her, and her daughter/niece began to cry.
After she delivered the placenta, her big brother ensured she got to the hospital, safe and sound. All the needed paperwork was filed, identifying the husband as the father.
The new born's middle name, against her husbands wishes, was her baby's real father's. She couldn't deny that need, to identify some part of this perfect baby girl as his, openly, the living product of their shame.
They promised one another they would never do that again. That this was enough, and this was already plenty wrong. Had already gone much, much too far.
But of course, as the months went by, new parents will inevitably need a baby sitter. And who safer to have around the house than her big brother?
