Imagine: Struggling On Arrival
Your partner comes home to you on your bed, shaking and sweating, rocking on your hands and knees and gripping the sheets in clenched fists. He drops his stuff and rushes to your side, holding you as you let out a guttural scream through another contraction.
As you're catching your breath he asks how long you've been in labor, whether your water broke, trying to gauge how much time is left but as another contraction takes over, drowning out your response in another scream of pain, he realizes there's not going to be any time. Even without you saying anything, he can see you're trying not to push. Your contracting belly takes up all your visual space, your heavy body swaying in between the contractions.
"IâŠI thought I'd have more time," you pant as you return to swaying on your knees with your hands on your back for support, the pressure in your cervix enormous, "I thought I'd have more time before you got home, b-but then my water broke, and Iâ!"
You're cut off by a huge contraction, your words dissolving into a hoarse scream as you double over, gripping your tightening belly.
"OHHHHHHH the baby's coming!" is all you manage you groan.
Your husband holds you up to keep you from falling, and you drape your arms around his neck in search of relief. With some of the weight off your back you moan into his shoulder in agony as the pressure mounts behind your womanhood. You've been laboring for hours, struggling for hours. Your husband trembles as he holds you, anxious about what's to come.
"Just try and relax, breatheâ"
"OhhhHHHH, I h-have to pushâI HAVE TO PUSH!" Your moan turns into a scream as you double over again, sinking into a squat of sorts as your hips widen in preparation for birth. You give a few small pushes before the contraction ends and you lower yourself to your bottom.
"Let me lie back, please, I'm exhausted," you sigh, rubbing your belly and lying with your back propped up on some pillows for comfort.
Your partner is getting comfortable while you await your next contraction. You wonder how much longer you can be so heavily pregnant, how hard it'll be to push out this huge baby.
You don't have to wonder long, as another contraction is upon you. You arch your back and pry your legs apart as far as you can hold them, grunting at the top of your lungs at the pressure between your hips and ass.
"Can you even see it yet?" you gasp when the contraction subsides.
"Not yet," he says, lying down beside you to offer comfort and assistance, rubbing your belly.
Another contraction; they're so close together now. You hold your legs apart and push with all your strength, feeling the head inching through the birth canal. You release the push with a gasping cry, already tiring yourself out but seeing no other way but forward. You push again, feeling the strain in your lower body as your child fights to be born.
"Oh, it hurts," you whimper, reaching down in hopes of feeling something but it's taking its time moving down so all you can feel are the engorged lips of your vagina.
"Just breathe, try to let it move down on its own if you're tired."
But you can't, you're already pushing again, your body contorting and scrunching in on itself. Every time you push it feels like it's stuck just from emerging, sliding back inside as soon as you relax. You just can't seem to push hard enough to get it out.
"This head is huge!" you growl at your husband as another contraction mounts and you push again.
"I saw the head that time! Just keep breathing, let me find a mirrorâŠ"
But you don't want him to leave when the contractions are this close together and you're struggling this hard, and you cry out as another pain hits you and you arch your back from the force of it.
"D-darling, come backâ!" You scream as you push again, groaning at the weight in your pelvis. It hurts so bad at this point, all you want to do is push out your baby and be rid of the pressure.
He returns with a mirror and positions himself before your opening to hold it up while gripping your hand tightly. You don't have to wait long before another contraction has you curled around your belly, holding your legs apart and screaming. In the mirror you can just see your lips beginning to part. Motivated by the sight, you pull your legs back and push as hard as you can, watching in awe as a tear-shaped opening begins to form beneath your heaving middle. When you release the push, the baby slides back inside, leaving only your swollen red slit visible.
You're ragged by this point, lying back with your legs splayed open, heavy breaths moving your body rhythmically. Your partner lies beside you, stroking your belly, watching you intently. You're barely aware of his presence at this point, exhausted from trying to give birth to his child.
Until a roaming hand comes to rest on your laboring vagina, exploring fingers caressing your clitoris and opening. You moan in surprise, but melt into the touch, desperate for relief from this torment.
"You're so beautiful right now," he whispers hungrily in your ear, gently rubbing wet fingers over your throbbing, aching nub. Another contraction is building, but when he leans down to tenderly kiss one of your leaking nipples all you feel is mind-numbing pleasure. Encouraged by your moans of ecstasy he gently massages your breast, flicking his tongue over your swollen nipples. The contraction is building, but so is your orgasm. You're delirious with pain and pleasure, straining and steeling yourself for what's about to come.
"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MY GODDD," you scream as you cum harder than you can ever remember, your womb clamping down and forcing your child down and into the birth canal. You snarl and writhe in agony and ecstasy, your legs spreading apart to make room for the head rapidly making its descent.
"Push, honey, it's right there!" you hear your partner from the other side of your heaving tummy. You can't even see straight and blood is pounding in your ears but you bear down as hard as you can. "Keep pushing, you're starting to crown!"
With a cry you release the push, gasping for air and even more exhausted than before. But somehow the pain is getting a bit easier to manage as you progress. Your partner hurries to grab the mirror again before your next contraction, and helps you sit up to see the baby's head peeking between your folds, the tissues surrounding it rounded and bulging.
You're panting for breath, awaiting the next contractionâŠ
"It's sliding back in, honey," your partner says, and you let out a groan of exhausted frustration. You lean back and adjust your hips, hoping next time you'll be able to push hard enough. Then an idea enters your head, your laboring body sweaty and limp and aching for comfort.
"Can you make me cum again?" you ask almost sheepishly, wondering how you must look asking for sex when you're in this state. But your opening is throbbing again with need, your contractions stalling as you wear yourself out the longer you labor.
Your partner looks like he was hoping you'd ask, his head disappearing behind your massive belly. You're quickly a trembling, sweaty mess, always loving the way he looks hidden behind your pregnant belly while he's eating you out. You feel a contraction coming on again, and you run your hands over your enormous, tingling breasts to help things along.
You feel his tongue rasp over your clitoris in soft, quick movements, his hands holding onto your legs. You're deep in labor yet have never felt so erotic, the way your body swells and rolls with life.
"Ohhhh!" You cry out as his fingers enter you, slipping in and out, just coaxing your g-spot while his mouth works magic. The pressure mounts, your hands squeezing your leaking breasts in mindless ecstasy.
You scream, cumming hard on your partner's fingers as they continue to coax and tease you. With it, a contraction washes over you, and suddenly you're screaming in pain as you're pushing with all your strength once again.
"Push! Keep pushing!" you hear from beyond the throes of your orgasmic contraction. You're screaming animalistically, bearing down as you continue to cum. His hands are on your thighs now, but it barely registers as you can feel the baby's head between your legs.
You release again, shaking hard and gasping for air.
"Have I ever told you how incredible you look bearing my child?" your partner says in awe as he wipes his mouth, one hand still on your thigh. You let out a weak laugh in response, unable to speak yet. The pain is getting worse again as you feel the head bulging between your straining thighs, finally making progress. Your partner holds up the mirror for you again, and you lean forward to see the baby's head sitting firmly in the birth canal. Just a few more pushes now, you hope.
âRRRRRRRRRrrrrggggghh!â you snarl, tucking your chin to your chest and pushing again. You watch as the folds of your entrance part, the dark, slick head slipping in and out from your efforts. Push, push, push. Your vagina is bulging now, the huge head straining behind flesh already stretched to its limits. You canât hold it any longer and fall back onto the pillows behind you, panting hard and fast.
âBeautiful, keep breathing. Just lie back and let yourself stretch, just a couple more pushes.â
âItâŠhurts,â you moan, arching your back and shifting your hips. The head is lodged firmly in your pelvis now, heavy and filling you with indescribable pressure. You just want to give birth. âPlease, get it out.â
âYouâre doing great, just keep going,â he says, stroking and stretching your opening to coax the baby further. Youâre breathing so hard at this point you canât even see straight. Another contraction is coming. It sweeps you away with its force, and you canât get your bearings in time, pushing sporadically and writhing in agony.
âGahâGET IT OUT!â you scream again, an animalistic sound ripping its way through your throat until the contraction subsides.
Your partner waits just long enough for you to lie back before he buries his face between your thighs again, pleasuring you with his mouth while you struggle to give birth. His hands run soothingly across your hips, thighs, belly, and breasts. Your hips are buckling from the pleasure and the sensation of something huge building up between them.
âOHHHHHH MY G-GODDDD,â you howl as you cum again, a contraction clamping down on your womb once again, this time you feel yourself spreading. Your orgasm only helps, fluid building up and lubricating the head to slide out of you.
âItâs crowning!â you can hear your partner say from far away, but your being is consumed by pushing right now. Cumming and pushing, pushing, pushingâŠYou feel your partner press his hand to your bottom, applying counter pressure to help you. âKeep pushing, youâve almost got it!â
With a clenching roar your vaginaâs opening goes completely round and your baby crowns.
You take a moment to catch your breath, staring at the head between your legs in the mirror, your partnerâs palm just cupping the bulge announcing your babyâs impending arrival.
If you hadnât been so aroused, the pain of stretching around the headâs widest point would be too much. As it was, things felt like they were progressing now, the sight of your babyâs massive head urging you on now.
You take a deep breath. Any minute now.
Then your back is arching and you let out another moan. Theyâre so sudden now, these surges of pain and pressure in an effort to expel your baby. You try to relax and save your strength, lying back to let your body do the work this time. Your belly is so hard, moving downward with each push. You hear a splash of water and scream in shock as you feel the babyâs head shoot out of you in one great big push.
âBeautiful!â your partner yells out in equal surprise. He reaches down to cradle the head dangling between your legs and continue applying counter pressure. The relief is incredible, and looking down at the massive head hanging out of your vagina you wonder how the hell that thing was just inside you. You pant, breathe, shift your hips. The rest of the baby is still in there, taking up all the space in your pelvis. Thankfully, this pressure is much more bearable than the head you just birthed.
âBreathe, breathe,â your partner coaxes, feeling your body tensing beneath his fingers. He can see youâre close now, just on the cusp of giving birth to his baby. The head rotates quickly, your breathing helping it along.
âOH! OHHHH I canât!â you cry as another contraction takes you, but you can and you are. Youâre pushing now, groaning and panting for the release you know is coming.
âKeep pushingâŠkeep pushingâŠitâs almost out,â your partner gasps, though his focus is entirely between your legs now, cupping the head of the baby as it emerges further. You grip the backs of your knees now, bearing down as hard as you can. The body is big just as the head was, but with the time youâve had to stretch this part is going to go much faster. âPush! PUSH!â You keep pushing, pushing until everything bursts and flows from you in one massive release. You pant, trembling at the effort, and hold your baby to your chest while your partner kisses your forehead.
