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Contents: Natural birth to triplets, lesbian fpreg, supportive and experienced birth partners, natural birth to large babies, intense, implied hyper belly
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It had just passed 5 in the morning, the orange sun barely shining through a small opening in the hut. Wyome was lying flat on the mattress, her stomach visible in her sight, a ball of light-blue, patterned fabric. She was making deep breaths, in and out, her girlfriend, Nascha, by her side, gently stroking her stomach. She’d been in labour since around half 3, but it wasn’t as bad as this, only a few occasional contractions.
“That’s right,” Nascha whispered calmly beside her, “take deep breaths, just like the midwife said, okay?” Wyome quickly nodded, closing her eyes as another intense wave of pain shot through her stomach, causing her breathing to rush. “I can’t believe there’s 3 babies in there~” Although Nascha’s voice was still comforting, Wyome found the reminder unpleasant, especially with how much pain she was in.
Wyome clutched the edges of the mattress, the pain becoming more intense somehow. She tried not to scream, not really wanting to bother anyone who was nearby; the hut was miles away from the village, but regardless any screaming could still be heard. She kept breathing few, whimpering a little as she waited for the pain to subside.
"That seemed tough," Nascha remarked.
"It was." Wyome's response was rather clear, she was able to speak due to the lesser pain. There was some rummaging at the front of the tent, causing Nascha to look over.
"I have some water," her midwife soothed, "ice cold, too." The bottles were in a bag that she placed next to Wyome, who despite being immobilised by her belly and the pain, was able to drink a little. "How was she?" She asked, turning to Nascha.
"She did so well. She used the breathing exercises you told her, even during a bad contraction."
"That's nice to hear." The midwife stroked Wyome's head, a thin hood covering her black hair. The pain was still there, still difficult to bear, but much less serious than earlier.
"This... it hurts so bad-" Wyome groaned, breathing out just after she did so. The breathing exercises weren't working really well, and the only thing the midwife could do was give her a sad look. It was about to get so much worse.
2 hours 10 minutes later
"hmmmNNNNNNGGGUUUHHHHHHHH!!" Wyome's groans were loud, caged barely by her gritted teeth. She held tightly onto Nascha's hand, as well as her mother's. Her mother had come around an hour ago, originally not intending to stay, but had felt an intense need to support her daughter.
"That's it," Nascha whispered, "big push, big big push."
Wyome pushed again, her face crunching up, the muscles in her neck bulging through the thick, blue fabric of the clothes she was wearing. "NNNNGHHNNNNN!!!" She held this for what seemed like ages, her pained grip practically crushing both women's hands. She'd lifted her head up as she pushed, in spite of the belly's weight. "aanNNNNNNGGNNNNNAAAAH!!!"
"You're doing really well, you know that? Making such big pushes for me..." Wyome opened her eyes, breathing out suddenly, just like she was doing before.
"Contraction.... contraction over..."
"That's okay, you did so well during that," Nascha reassured.
"How far along?" Wyome's mother asked, rather nervously.
"There's no sign of the head. She's rather dilated, though." The midwife spread Wyome's legs apart a little more, gently rubbing her thighs. Wyome breathed heavily, in and out, her cheeks puffing as she exhaled. Nascha gently rubbed her head, rubbing some of the sweat from her skin.
"It's okay, honey," her mother gently whispered, rubbing Wyome's arm as she shook.
"AAH!- NNNGGHHNNAAHHHFNNNFFF!!!!" This contraction was sudden, the pain exploding in her, her body pushing outside of her control. Nascha held onto her hand again, grasping tightly. "NNNGNNNNNNN!!!!"
Wyome's neck bulged, so much so that Nascha swore she could see a vein, despite the thick material of the fabric. She kept groaning as she pushed, more and more, even as she thought her body couldn't take the pressure anymore. She was shaking all over, sweat pooling and dampening the clothes, the belly bulging furiously. After 5 gruelling minutes of groaning, pushing, and encouragement that provided no comfort, the contraction was done.
"There's still no sign of the head," the midwife sighed a little, causing Wyome to make a desperate moan.
"Hurts... hurts too bad... it hurts..."
"I know, honey," her mother whispered, rubbing the belly softly, "I know."
"No... no, m-mom, you don't know..." Her mother didn't really want to giggle.
30 minutes later
"You're just at the forehead, okay?" The midwife exclaimed, her voice being drowned out by Wyome's pained groans. Wyome couldn't really register her words, nor could she make out the excited sounds from her mother and girlfriend. Her younger brother was here, too, having arrived around 10 minutes ago. His mood was a lot different; he simply stared, his eyes wide in horror.
"GKKA- GNNHHHNNNNNN!!!" Wyome's scream was primal, her head rested against the mattress as her body seemed to push for her, delivering a force that was almost impossible. Her mother excitedly stood up, rushing towards the midwife, her younger brother staring in sheer horror at the opening. The baby's forehead was there, with dark, olive skin just like Wyome's and Nascha's, and it was massive. So much so, her mother couldn't help but flinch at the size.
"Honey," her mother rushed back to her side, now realising the sheer size of the baby, "I've got you, honey, it's okay."
"That's it, push, push," Nascha whispered gently.
"GKK- I'mtryin- HNAANNNNNNNN!!!" Wyome's body pushed so hard, even if all she could feel was burning and stretching as the baby slowly, very slowly, came out. The midwife was gently pressing her sides, trying to get the large baby to come out. Light briefly entered the hut, caused by her younger brother fleeing in shock, before the hut was once again coated in a yellow darkness. "NMUUUUHHHH- AAANNNNNHHHH!!!!!!"
"They're coming out, they're coming out..." Nascha whispered quietly into Wyome's ear, who's eyes were squeezed shut as she was pushing so hard.
The midwife could only watch and gently aid as the baby was being pushed out by Wyome's sheer, primal power. It took 5 minutes for the first half of the head to come out. Even then, Wyome was not laying up. "You're doing good, Wyome," she yelled, over Wyome's desperate groans, "you're doing really good."
"HNNGNGNNNN- HNANAANNNN- FUCK!!!!" Wyome arched her neck backwards, briefly opening her eyes, revealing an angry, pained glare at whatever was behind her. She was still pushing, somehow, much to Nascha's glee. Nascha watched as her love's belly pulsed and quivered, her thick legs shivering as she pushed harder and harder, desperately breathing in and out...
After 3 minutes of desperate pushing, there was a sudden, wet pop. "The head's come out," the midwife exclaimed, "just a few more push-"
"AAANNNNHNNNNN!!!!!" Wyome screamed as she pushed further, getting the shoulders out within seconds.
"You're doing so well for us," Nascha excitedly whispered, "so, so well..." After about a minute of Wyome, screaming and pushing, there was a louder, wetter pop, followed by a loud, high screech. Wyome convulsed rapidly, her eyes closed but loose, breathing in and out just like she was at the start of her labour.
Nascha shot up, rushing towards their first baby. He was a boy, with a small head of black curls. "Oh wow..." Nascha wept happily, "can... can I show Wyome?"
"For now, it's best not too, whilst she's still delivering." The midwife responded, showing Wyome's mother the baby.
"Honey!" Her mother exclaimed. Wyome didn't acknowledge her, breathing slowly at the relieved, but noticeable pain, "He looks just like your little brother!"
10 minutes later
"Ghhhkk- NGGNNNNNNNN!!" Her skin was almost completely red as she pushed. Nascha had pulled down her hood and placed a wet cloth supplied by the midwife on her forehead, the most she could really do to help, gently running her fingers through the damp curls. She was just at the second baby's forehead, the head stretching her just as much as the first. Sweat had almost completely dampened the thick, azure fabric of her clothes. "HNNNNGHH- MNGGNNNNN!!- Fuck, getitout!! HNNNNNNNNN!!!!!"
"You're doing good, you're doing good..." the midwife exclaimed, not mentioning how the baby had suddenly stopped moving, despite 2 minutes of intense pushing. She didn't mention how even after 5 more minutes of pushing, aided by her gently pressing on the sides just like she'd done earlier, the baby still wasn't coming out.
"Can someone try and lift her back?" She asked both women next to Wyome. Her mother placed both hands under her lower back, lifting her the best she could.
"ARRGHHHH- NFFFNNNNN- Isit comingout.. NNGN-!"
"Yes, yes they're coming out," the midwife said; it was a half-lie, as the baby was moving, but very, very slowly.
"That's it, big pushes now," Nascha whispered. "Oh you're doing so well baby~"
"I'mtryin- NGNNNHH- AAANNAAHHNNN- OHHNNNNNN-"
"That's it..." the midwife smiled, seeing the baby move just a little quicker. "That's it, just like that..."
"ACK- JJHNNNNNN-!!!" Wyome pushed and pushed, even as her body felt closer to it's limit, a limit it seemed to reach hours ago. Her heart pounded, the sound drowning out the excited encouragements from her mother and girlfriend, until she felt a pop.
"Head's out, baby," she heard Nascha whisper in her ear, her girlfriend completely unable to contain the excitement in her voice. The village was about to be blessed with 3 huge babies. Another 3 minutes of pained, desperate pushing followed, before the second baby was out.
Immediately, Nascha and Wyome's mother rushed towards the baby. She was a girl! Just like her brother, she had dark, damp curls, and she screeched the moment she was delivered.
Nascha rushed back to Wyome. "One more now, baby," Nascha giggled, watching Wyome breathe wildly, "one more..."
25 minutes later
"ngh.... ghnnnnnnn.... NGhh-" Wyome groaned, her voice weakened by her excessive groaning as she'd pushed. Her mother and girlfriend were holding her up, due to the weight being lifted off of her by the belly. They thought it would make things easier. But instead, just like the previous baby, she was stuck at a crown, this time for the past 15 minutes.
"Try and bear down," the midwife whispered, pushing a little on her sides, trying not to tear. She was trying, so hard, but the head wouldn't budge.
"I... I can't... can't do it..." Her voice was hoarse. She couldn't push anymore, even though she really wanted to.
"Wyome," Nascha whispered desperately, brushing her hair. "I promise you can do this. You've already pushed 2 babies out, 2 babies! I promise, you can do this!"
It was that bit of encouragement that forced Wyome to push. She pushed with all her might, teeth baring as she held onto that push, and the midwife gasped as the baby slowly started to come out. Wyome couldn't even breathe, yet she was still pushing.
"The head's coming out!" Wyome didn't even hear the midwife through the ringing and pounding in her ears, but she felt herself stretching around the baby's large head, pushing for what seemed like millennia until finally, there was a pop.
Even then, she was still pushing. She moaned loudly through gritted teeth, not even registering her girlfriend and mother relentlessly encouraging her, pushing the shoulders out, then the rest of the baby's body.
Suddenly, there was the most extreme wave of relief she'd ever felt in her life.
"Wyome!" Nascha yelled, over the cries of the baby that had just come out. Wyome's head shot back against the floor, her eyes closing shut, smiling briefly at the sudden lack of sheer agony.
"Wyome, wake up! Your babies!" Nascha giggled innocently.
"Let her rest," the midwife instructed Nascha, who'd gone to look at their 3 babies.
Reblog if you’d rather give yourself papercuts between each of your fingers and then rub hand sanitizer all over your hands than use generative AI to write or draw anything ever
Character design commission that I had a blast with for @greatbigbellies !! Posting it instead of combining it with others so that they can later reblog it with character lore!
