Formerly SM-Maieusophile. Mainly about childbirth & pregnancy fetish with sadistic/masochistic streak. NSFW & 18+ only, sans underage content. Oh, and all credits goes to their respectful owners or authors.
The days went on like this, orientation ending and classes beginning. I got my first taste of the discipline of TCMB: classes were quite serious, although my attitude was anything but. Yet I couldn’t help but get the impression that many of my professors weren’t concerned about my inattention to detail. Let’s just say they seemed to appreciate my genuine “taste for the subject.”
One day Trina, Lucy, and I walked together to our first Intro to Midwifery class. Intro Midwifery was required for all freshmen at TCMB, and it was a relatively small seminar class: just twenty or fewer freshmen led by a graduate student and a senior TA. When we got to the classroom, I was stunned to find an impressively buxom, heavily pregnant thirty-something awaiting us at the front of the class. So that’s what a post-doc looks like, I thought.
Lana looked us over once or twice to size up the class, and I noticed how she looked at me suspiciously more than once. I was already getting a rise, and let’s just say I did my fair share of looking her over. Trina pinched my knee, made one of her nasty faces, and then gave me a quick thumbs-up and a wink. There was nothing quite like being stuck in a classroom with a gaggle of girls your age—with little choice but to drool over this ridiculously pregnant instructor from who-knows-where in the bowls of the school’s Department of Midwifery—a huge boner raging under the desk for everyone to see.
“Our goal this semester will be for you to get as much practical training in the art of delivering babies so that when you finally start popping at the end of the semester you will be prepared to deliver each other’s babies, or even deliver on your own, if necessary,” Lana went on. “The practical aspect of this course, like all courses offered by the Department of Midwifery, is essential. You must leave this course prepared to deliver babies if and when your services are necessary.
“Understand that we are not all midwives or obstetricians here at TCMB, and I do not expect you to leave my course an expert midwife. Far from it. Here you will learn the basics so that you will be able to survive the next four years here. By and large, I hope you will ensure to have a well-trained friend attend all of your births. However, we can not plan or time these things, and often enough it happens that girls with no training other than this course, and very little experience giving birth, end up having unassisted births on campus. Therefore, I must hold you to the highest standards.”
I might have heard half of what Lana was saying. Jill and Geraldine were sexy for sure, but an older woman like this—so heavy with child and apparently well-equipped to deliver and provide for it—was another thing entirely. She smiled at me with a motherly sort of smile more than once. I wondered if I would be able to walk out of the room when she finished speaking; already I was tapping my feet and fidgeting with my hands excitedly.
“Emma will be assisting me in training you this semester.”
We all looked at the older girl. She seemed unassuming enough; she didn’t give off any of the air of control or expertise that Lana or Anna did. She didn’t appear pregnant at that instant, but, of course, she was—just like all of the women in that room. Everyone, in fact, except me.
Next, Lana removed her sundress entirely, revealing her bounteous body to us without the slightest embarrassment. I can’t imagine the look on my face when she did it, but, judging by the faces of the girls around me, I wasn’t the only one who was shocked. Apparently, she wanted to demonstrate to us the primary positions for pushing, which she felt she could not do effectively with her dress constraining her and blocking our view. Trina stepped on my foot intentionally and nudged me with her elbow as Lana dropped into a squat in front of us, her belly surging outward around her broad thighs and thick crotch, the large breasts lying on top of it only making her look more like a fertility goddess statuette.
“Look at her,” whispered Trina. “She looks like she could push a bowling ball through that…”
Indeed.
Lana got up again and rubbed one of her breasts absentmindedly, shooting me another look. I desperately wanted the class to be over, and to do whatever I could to get closer to her. Horny doesn’t come close to describing the way this ridiculous show was making me feel.
Now Lana was on her hands and knees, encouraging us to stand so that we could see her. I was too self-conscious and bewildered to receive any of what she was trying to tell us. Instead, I just stared at her mountain of a behind and the way her belly and breasts hung below her.
“Gee, she’s gotta have a strong back,” Lucy commented.
“I take it back. I’m pretty sure in that position she could have a cow,” added Trina.
By now I could almost feel myself undressing, imagining how I would mount our instructor even in the presence of my peers. Lucy looked at me as though I were having a bad hair day or an unfortunate case of acne, and I was quite sure that someone somewhere on this campus was going to pay very soon for my embarrassment and arousal.
As Lana dismissed us, I approached her, my knees shaking in spite of myself due to her continued nakedness.
“I-I-I was w-w-wondering,” I began, looking up and down from her frizzy red hair and jade green eyes, to her plump breasts, to her belly and the deep v her panties made starting from her lower belly to the place between her legs. “Would you mind explaining to me in a little more detail the advantages and disadvantages of giving birth on hands and knees?”
She listened to me intently, acting as though I weren’t clearly on the verge of humping her leg like an excited dog, and smiled.
“I’m glad you’re taking such a quick interest in our subject,” she replied. “Sure, I would be happy to explain further. We need to vacate this room, though, for the next class. We can talk in my lab downstairs, however.”
At this point my palms were sweating profusely and I was praying she would carry me downstairs if I couldn’t balance my jittery knees enough to walk. Somehow we escaped to her lab; luckily I didn’t yet have enough of a reputation for my absurd lack of composure to be of any note to the other girls we passed on our way out.
Lana’s lab was something like a doctor’s examining room combined with a professor’s office. To one side, she had a desk with a computer, while on the other there was a metal table I could only imagine she used to help women deliver.
“Don’t they get cold on the metal?” I asked, still totally out of my senses.
Lana was already removing her dress again. She approached me unembarrassed, her huge breasts and overstuffed belly leaving me completely mesmerized.
“I have blankets I can put underneath so their bottoms don’t get too cold,” she replied.
Something about the way she said ‘their bottoms’ made me twitch. Lana smirked slightly, clearly enjoying her power over me.
“Why don’t you remove your shirt and pants so we’re on more even footing. After all, you’ve already seen so much of my delicate parts today.”
I removed my shirt and jeans without thinking. I don’t know why I didn’t take her then; something about her kept me rooted in place, waiting for her next command. She approached me and ran a hand over my shoulders, chest, and abs. I shuddered.
“My, my,” she continued. “It’s nice to see a young man who takes good care of himself. A girl wants to know she’ll be well cared for.”
Seeing my cock twitch violently at the suggestion that she liked to fuck fit guys, Lana’s hand moved to my crotch. While she discovered my manhood, she lifted my own hand to one of her breasts. Now I began exploring her immense orbs: the tits that felt like over-filled water balloons, the soft belly that, under a light layer of fat, was almost rock hard. Finally, the game degenerated: our hands were all over each other, my hands finally discovered her butt, her tongue found mine. She pulled me towards the metal table, where she sat down and pulled me close between her legs.
It was her bottom’s turn on the cold metal.
I removed her bra and started sucking on her fat nipples, which happily emitted thick milk into my mouth. I was slightly startled and more than a little aroused, but I drank away and continued my exploration of her breasts, which were soon sticky with a mixture of milk and saliva. Meanwhile she continued rubbing on my penis.
“I want it inside of me.”
That was all I needed to here. I pulled off her panties and my own boxers quickly. Her leg’s spread wide before me, I was met by the sight of Lana’s vagina, completely shaved and fat and swollen from her pregnancy. I quickly plunged inside, grabbing onto Lana’s breasts again, but was met by considerable resistance.
“Mmmph!... Wait a second,” Lana pleaded in pain, shifting a bit so that she was in a better position to receive me.
I tried again, forcing myself inside of Lana, this time getting considerably further although still being met by the resistance of her amazingly tight birth canal.
“Oh, God, you’re amazing!” I moaned.
Lana only gasped in response as her whole body shook with the rhythm of my thrusting. Her belly and breasts bounced in my hands as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy, already feeling as though I would blow at any minute. Lana was crying out now like a banshee and I literally felt as though I might die of a heart attack at any minute. As my cock started to convulse in climax, I lifted Lana’s legs, squeezing her ass as I literally forced her bottom up and down to the beat of my own thrusts.
“Done already?”
Lana was still panting from the vigorous fucking I had just given her, but she teased me nonetheless for my inability to contain my excitement. As she sat there on the table, legs still wide open, breasts leaking milk, I knew I was far from done.
“So about my question…”
Lana immediately got on her hands and knees obediently, turning to look back at me from behind her thick rear end.
This is freshman year at TCMB. Enjoy. Comments strongly encouraged.
by Pharaoh170
Continued
Lana cried out loud as my hips bucked against her ass, my penis driving even further into her vagina in this position than it had before. My hands rested on Lana’s chiseled back and fatty hips as round two started, her sweaty ginger hair thrown over her head as she supported herself on her hands and knees, looking down at the metal slab as my cock drove in and out of her. I reached around to feel up the enormous mounds of flesh that hung underneath her, her nipples dripping fresh milk onto my fingertips as I squeezed her breasts and her hard belly reluctantly swinging back and forth due to the shockwaves that emanated from my crashing into her rear.
I couldn’t tell if her cries were from pleasure, pain, or a mixture of both, but she was clearly enjoying herself—that much I knew. I certainly couldn’t complain. As I felt my stamina waning, my thrusting slowed, but by the increased vigor of Lana’s hips bucking against mine I could see that she was more than willing to pick up where I left off. I stood there, continuing to thrust slightly as Lana now took control, thrusting her rear end this way and that, forcing herself up and down on my cock. As her cries of pure animal lust continued, my own moans became louder. Coming close to orgasm so soon after the last, my penis twitched and ached against the pressure of her tight birth canal. Finally, it started to erupt, convulsing exaggeratedly for what seemed like an eternity until the pleasure of Lana’s tight birth canal squeezing against my manhood and the sight of the massive bottom bumping up and down was supplemented by a round of her own desperate cries. Throwing her head back and begging for more, Lana reached orgasm, the sights and sounds finally causing my own body to fly over the edge, my penis now twitching furiously, shooting another long, hot salvo of my seed into her.
“Mmm… Oh…! That… was good,” said Lana.
She stayed on the table, however, now resting on her elbows with her face against the cold metal. She let out another moan, but this one was longer and lower than the last, and I wondered if I had somehow managed to hurt her in my excitement.
“Are you OK?”
“M-m-m-m-mph…” she whined. “Roger… It’s time. I’m giving birth.”
I was a little shocked but also immediately aroused. My cock ached terribly now, pleading with me to stop lusting so powerfully for this miraculous woman. I looked at Lana, her sweaty butt pointed up at me, her birth canal clearly visible between her legs.
“Wow,” I said. “Is there anything I can do?”
“Just stay with me,” she said. “I can do this… Please, just stay with me.”
I was happy to do so, as the still increasing aching in my crotch attested. Lana got off the table and got into a squat on the floor, now leaning against the metal for support. Squatting again like she had earlier in class, but now completely nude, I couldn’t help but stare at her massive belly, thighs, breasts, and her swollen vagina. As she held onto the metal table, I began massaging the tight muscles of her shoulders, neck, and back, while she moaned from birth pangs.
“O-oh-ungh!” she moaned quietly as her bag of water ruptured and poured out of her onto the floor.
“Well, there’s that,” I remarked.
“Oh, God… this one hurts,” she complained.
She grabbed one of my hands and laid it on one of her breasts, again indicating her heavy front end wanted attention. I was happy to oblige, massaging the large mammaries that by now gladly gave up fluid with the slightest pressure from my hands. Lana meanwhile whined in discomfort as yet more bodily fluid dripped onto her drenched chest and belly, her insides meanwhile suffering from an entirely different discomfort than the one I had subjected them to. She let out a groan and bore down, apparently already starting to push.
“M-m-m-mmmm!” she moaned, her belly swelling outward as her muscles strained to expel her offspring.
“Wow, you’re doing great,” I said, amazed by how much her belly expanded when she pushed.
This was how an experienced mother and midwife gave birth, I thought.
“This is really hot,” I whisphered in Lana’s ear, simultaneously tweaking her sensitive nipples, elicitting a quiet, knowing whine of pain and amusement from the seductive dominatrix.
“You’re enjoying this,” she remarked.
“Of course.”
“U-u-u-ungh! Oh!” Lana groaned genuinely as she pushed through a contraction, though I wondered if she was pushing so intensely and being such a trooper for my own enjoyment.
“That’s it. Just a few more.”
She moaned in response to my words, as if to say, ‘Easy for you to say.’ Her belly protruded outward again as she gave a long, hard push, the baby’s head appearing between her legs. The next contraction came soon afterward, and she pushed immediately, ejecting yet more of the baby’s head. Geraldine and Jill had seemed impressive, but this show of pure maternal strength and endurance was something else.
“Heh-heh-heh,” breathed Lana after the contraction ended, replenishing her oxygen supply wisely in preparation for another strong push.
She squealed as a particularly painful contraction wracked her womb, recovering and bearing down to give it her best shot. The pain clearly had taken her off guard, but she managed to give a good push anyway, the rest of the baby’s head popping out of her.
“Here we go,” I said, “Not much left now.”
Lana groaned again as another contraction followed so quickly after the last. She refused to rest, pushing through this one as well, though the baby’s shoulders weren’t coming without a fight.
“Oh!” she cried, “M-m-m-m-mmmph!”
Still the shoulders didn’t budge. I rubbed her belly gently, but before I knew it she was pushing again, the belly bulging and literally rising beneath my hand. I watched her, amazed that she could maintain this deep squat for so long, let alone push with such endurance.
“You’re amazing, Lana.”
She whined in pain with the next contraction then groaned loudly as she pushed with all her might. Slowly, the baby was pushed further into the world until, finally, its shoulders were free. Before I had any time to react, Lana released her grip on the table, reached down between her legs while supporting herself in the squat with her legs alone, and caught the baby from between her legs.
I was stunned by this show of maternal instinct and selflessness.
“Take him,” she said.
I grabbed the baby and found a towel to wrap him up in, a little embarrassed I hadn’t reacted and caught the baby myself. He wasn’t as big as Geraldine’s last, as far as I could tell, but he seemed fairly big nonetheless. I was beginning to wonder if all newborns were so big. Then I noticed Lana was still squatting next to the table, breathing heavily and apparently preparing for another contraction.
“Lana?”
“There’s another one,” she said, unsurprised.
Another one? I hadn’t realized she was pregnant with twins. I sat beside her again, patting her back as she pushed with yet another contraction. This was too much, I thought. Weren’t newborn twins supposed to be small?
“Uh-uh-ungh!” Lana grunted, holding her knees as she pushed hard, still squatting on the floor. I couldn’t believe how strong her groin and leg muscles were, and felt my cock aching at the thought.
“God, Lana, I can’t believe this,” the thought escaped my mouth.
“What?” she managed, panting between contractions. “Never… heard of twins before?”
Lana grunted again, her face red now from her exertion, another head appearing between her legs. Her belly was much deflated compared to its earlier state, but it was still quite large. I might have known that huge belly had contained twins!
“O-o-o-oh!” Lana moaned as the baby’s head parted her lips. This one seemed just as large as the last.
Lana grunted loudly as she pushed furiously, appearing to want this baby out quickly. Now the head was crowning, and I found myself wondering how this woman was able to birth so much more quickly than my younger friends. Before I knew it, another loud string of grunts had produced the entire head.
“O-o-o-uh-uh-un-un-UNGH!” cried Lana, ejecting the baby’s body from her body like a cannonball.
I caught the baby this time; prudently, since Lana appeared to be far too caught up in doing anything she could to end the ordeal to remember to provide it with a careful exit. This baby is just as big as the last!, I thought.
“This baby seems awful big, no?”
Too tired to heed my naïve fascination, Lana just sat there on the floor of her office, her legs wide open in front of her. I sat beside her and caressed her, kissing her and doing anything I could to bring her back to the world of us sane people who weren’t presently giving birth. I wondered at that thought: not presently giving birth, but we all would be sooner or later. Well, they all would be.
The babies, it turned out, were eight-and-a-quarter and eight-and-a-half pounds each—the second one the larger of the two. I was stunned—until I found out that Lana had recently decided to collaborate with Professor Lockhart. Would I ever meet this professor?
I was a bit disappointed when I realized that neither Geraldine nor Lana requested my services when they were prepared to conceive again. Oh, well, I thought. I was only a freshman. Maybe I should just be glad Jill had given me that honor.
Things were a bit different now that classes were in session. Geraldine and I saw each other a lot less; I got the sense that now that her senior friends were back on campus I was just a curiosity from the summer. I still was friendly with her, Jill, and Max, though. In fact, I was rushing Omicron Chi quite seriously. However, now that I was stuck in the day to day of classes and labs I found myself with Lucy, Trina, and other, newfound freshman classmates a lot more.
Lana, for her part, continued ‘tutoring’ me rigorously. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted it anymore, but somehow I just couldn’t say no. Who was I kidding? Of course, I loved our sessions, and she clearly did, too. But it wasn’t all sex. She shared with me her incredible collection of birth videos, giving me insights into the world of midwifery that would prove to be invaluable. Plus, we both agreed: the videos were hot!
As I sat around the dinner table with the freshman girls from our house, one of them pointed out a guy across the dining hall.
“You see that guy?” she asked. “His name is Tom from Mammary House. Apparently the word just got out he was accepted to do his PhD in midwifery with Professor Lockhart! It turns out she has been using him in her experiments for two years now!”
“That guy, with the long hair?” asked Trina, blushing, her eyes wide open.
“Yeah,” replied the other girl. “Do you know him?”
“Oh, no! Does that mean he makes monster babies or something?” replied Trina, ignoring the question.
“My older sister told me he gave one girl a ten pound baby!” stated the girl who had caused the commotion.
“Ten pounds?” I mused.
“Yeah, my sister knew the girl. She was a senior, but she’s so petite! I saw her photos on Facebook. She was pushing for ten hours! Ten hours! Can you imagine?”
The girls around me were looking like they were going to be sick or quit school and find another profession.
“Ten hours for a ten pound baby. I guess that’s fitting,” I said.
“Oh, Raj, it’s not funny!” exclaimed Trina.
“Yeah, it’s not like you’re in our position,” Lucy looked at me accusatorially. Somehow there seemed to me to be a growing mountain of unspoken words between the two of us.
“OK, OK, I’m sorry. I didn’t bring up the subject anyway. Professor Lockhart is a well-respected scholar in her field. It’s not my fault she’s sick!”
“Oh, you love it, Raj,” said Trina, not making any of her nasty faces but instead clearly annoyed at me this time.
“Trina…”
Trina left dinner then and there, and I couldn’t help but notice the small bump beneath her t-shirt as she got up to leave. After dinner, I went to my room to watch one of my favorite TV shows. Then Trina knocked on my door.
“Hey, what’s up, Trina?” I asked, accustomed to her hanging out in my room and glad for the company. “I’m watching our favorite.”
“Raj, I don’t know what to do,” she said, looking like she might cry.
“What’s the matter, Trina? Is it about our conversation about dinner?”
“Raj, that guy…”
“What about him?”
“Don’t you understand?”
“No, I don’t. What’s going on?”
“That guy…” she began, fidgeting and looking down at her small, but clearly growing, belly. “Raj, that guy is the one who knocked me up!”
Tears were streaming down Trina’s face now. She told me how he had been the one to do the deed during her Processing. She had enjoyed it, she revealed to me—apparently big babies weren’t the only big thing about him—but now she was terrified.
“How will I be able to do this?” she cried against my shoulder. “I’ve never given birth before, Raj!”
“Sh-h-h-h, I know,” I patted her back and let her cry on my shoulder.
Could you write a story where multiple women are isolated and in labor and are struggling to give birth while trying to help and support each other as they labor?
I even couldn’t get the time to write two request that had been asked by a couple of my dear watchers. I hope someone could help with this story. Or maybe if I happen to find a similar story with this kind of plot, I’ll post it.
I'm looking for a story of a human woman giving birth in a forest and this guy comes across her and helps her give birth but it's the first time he's helped a human give birth- normally he helps animals or something else
I know the story. I posted it a while back on my old blog, but the author of the story had kindly requested to me personally to put it down. I’m sorry, but I respect the author’s wish. Please kindly understand.
hi I was wondering isf you or anyone else remembers a long youtube video (i think maybe an hour) of an asian woman giving birth unassisted on a bed? it was black and white but it had some great crowning shots and i haven't been able to find it for ages :/
My apologies. I’m not really familiar with birth videos on YouTube. Perhaps anyone got a clue?
Jessica could remember well the April night it happened.
She was still somewhat in shock from the news that he had been seconded temporarily to the Middle East by his employer to help set up a new subsidiary there and so their marriage would need to be postponed.
“It’s only for a couple of months baby,” Evan was saying to her once again, “You know I’ve got to take it because it’s such a huge promotion, it’ll mean big bucks for us later on. Besides,” in a wheedling voice, “you don’t have to stay home.”
“Evan Doherty,” she exploded, “You know how I feel about marriage. I’m not living in sin with you and that’s final. If you could just delay it for another month we could have the wedding and then we could go together.”
“Ohh baby,” he groaned, pulling her tightly to him as they sat together on the couch in her living room, running his hands over her expensive clinging sweater and feeling the warm resilient flesh beneath.
Jessica gasped with pleasure as his left hand caressed her breast, bringing a hot throbbing to her taut nipple, she wanted him sooo bad, but there was no way she was compromising on her resolution not to live with a man until she was married. It was the right way, as her priest had always stressed.
Not easy, however, in the slack morals of today and she was well aware that as head girl of her school and captain of the debating team she had been a target for many of the boys, and her attitude to letting them into her pants had got her a called by them, and by many of the other girls as well (only jealous, she told herself), Frigid Jessy.
That was one thing that she loved about Evan. From the first date, when she made clear the ground rules, he had respected her, and had always backed off when she made clear he was going too far. Of course he kept up the attempts, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She wanted for her mate a man with a man’s appetites, and everyone knew that men didn’t have the self restraint God had given women, so his continued testing of the boundaries: his unclothing and fondling of her breasts, his stroking of her pussy through her panties, were evidence that he wanted her, and like any girl, Jessica wanted to be wanted.
Now, distraught as she was that he was going away at such a crucial time, wrecking their marriage plans, she needed more than ever to be reassured about how he felt, and she cleaved to him, tonguing him madly as his left hand slid deliciously under her sweater and moved up, over the bare flesh of her belly to the pert swell of her lacy bra cup.
“OOuuumpphh,” she moaned as his fingers kneaded the firm breast mound, squeezing tenderly, in just the way that drove her crazy, at the tight little ball of glandular tissue at beneath the base of her stiffened nipple.
Somehow, the knowledge that this might be the last time they could be together like this just heightened the sensations to unbearable levels. Jessica couldn’t remember feeling so hot before and found herself squeezing at her thigh muscles trying to soothe the burning itch between her legs, and staunch the musky wetness she could feel, and almost smell, oozing out of her slit and drenching her brown, silken bush and her pretty lace panties.
“Ohh — Godd, you’re so beautiful Jes. I don’t know how I will stand it, being away for so long,” Evan crooned, “OOhh babe, I need you so bad,” and with that he pushed up her expensive cashmere sweater until it was bunched above her brassiere, bent his head to the small, lacy hillocks and, baring his teeth, took one rounded summit into his mouth and bit down gently through the soft mate- rial.
He was rewarded with a gasp and a sudden thrash of Jessica’s legs as she thrust upwards, thighs parted, to press her pubes with unmistakable pressure against the leg of his Dockers.
Emboldened by this, he then grasped her slender, naked waist in both his hands and slid them up her torso, feeling her hot, smooth skin which seemed to cling to his touch, until he could slip a thumb under each side of her sweet little bra and quickly snap it up, springing both round cups off their lovely charges bringing two firmly upstanding, classically shaped breast mounds quivering and tautly bouncing into view.
Jessica’s breasts were capped with perfectly circular aureolae of the palest delicate pink, with little nipple peaks of the same exquisite colour in the exact centre of each. These nipple peaks now appeared tense and extended so that each had almost a tiny dimple in its very tip. He bent down to them and pressed his tongue onto the tip of her right breast.
She whimpered softly and he used her distraction to slip a hand to his own crotch to free up the bone hard erection imprisoned painfully there and then to push that hand boldly up the inside of one squirming thigh until it felt the pouting lacy cup of a third quiv- ering mound.
“OOOhhh, honey,” she groaned, delirious from the delicate tonguing of her swollen nipple and the sudden fingering of her aroused and engorged labia, “Not so fast... I need... OOOuurrggh,” she gurgled as with two fingers he set up an expert, probing massage of the twin halves of the split peach inside her sopping panties.
She was on her back now, bottom on the very edge of the couch, and he was half on top, pushing his burning steel poker against the roundness of her thigh. With one hand he probed deeper,
pushing the flimsy rag that was her panty crotch into the slit that was now clearly evident between the turgid lips of her excited labia, with the other he now squeezed the aureole of her left breast, pinching out the stiff little bud of her nipple.
He then slid down her body, kissing the concave belly with its almost invisible but straight standing blond fuzz, slurping in her adorable tight furled belly button then lower, over her flat flawless abdominal plain, pushing down her panty waist as he went and meeting immediately the fine springy pale brown fullness of her bush.
She lay, breathing heavily, as his hot breath came closer to the passionate ache of her secret spot. She couldn’t believe he would bring a stop to the excitement by trying to take off her panties, that she had never allowed, and sure enough, having displayed a tantalising tuft of her intimate fur, he then bent to her panty crotch and plastered his tongue where poked up beneath it the stiffly arisen finger of flesh that was her clitoral treasure.
“AAeeeiiiii... huhh... huuhhh...” she squealed and panted, humping wantonly, she knew but she couldn’t help it, against his pleasuring tongue.
“OOOhhh Goddd, Evan, that’s sooo good.”
“MMffff, mmmffff, mmmffff,” he replied rasping his tongue up and down the musk laden lace plastered against her gaping nether lips.
“Yeah baby, that’s it... I need it... oooohhh,” she whimpered, clutching at her throbbing breasts, her mouth open and her eyes glazed with pleasure.
But he had needs as well and he grasped the waist band of her panties at her back as she lay squirming beneath him and tugged down, pulling them clear of the tight round spheres of her gorgeous bottom and on down her thighs.
Her pussy spasmed and lurched as the wet clinging material of her panties tugged free of the super-sensitive depths of her maidenly gash and she cried out in alarm.
But his tongue was back on her urgent parts and now he was reaming the unprotected membranes, “Ooohh Godd, OK just a little more... nearly there... hunhh... hunhhh... oouurghhh... Oh!”
This last was a response to the removal of that pleasuring tongue as he moved up her body again and lay against her. She could feel the hot monster of his naked manhood against her side as he caressed her flushed cheek and murmured, “Oh baby. Oh Jes, you’re so beautiful, I want you so much.”
Her mind was a seething blank. She couldn’t possibly beg him to start doing those dirty things to her again but, on the other hand, if she didn’t get to her climax she might go mad!
She tried rubbing her bare pussy against him to assuage the itching, and felt him hump his stiff, wide flanged pole against her in return. Then she realised that with him on top of her and her legs spread just like that and her hips arched up to present her slick, steaming canyon in that way, that the next time he humped that big, hard rubber cockhead it would be able to lodge... OOOhhhhhh, Mother Mary and All the Saints help me!! ... like that in her very sensitive hole where only one guilty little girlish finger (well all right, when she was very naughty, two) had ever been before and make her squeal with the tightness of it, and gush some more treacherous, slippery wetness onto that huge weapon.
“Ooooohhh... hooooohhh... hooooohhh,” she howled, “Evan Doherty, I’ll never speak to you again if you... aaaaaaaargghhhh!!” as suddenly the whole length of her untouched virginal canal was stretched by a great ramming log as he buried himself in her to the balls.
“I’m sorry honey... I couldn’t help it... aarrgghhhh!” he moaned and she felt his hot bony rod flex and pulse within her tightly stretched membranes.
“Well just... huuhhnnhh... huuhhnhh, so long... huuhnh... huuuhhnnhh, as you pull out... huuuuuhhnnhhhhhhh!!!!,” she gasped as her insides began to clench and ripple on the monster reaming her vagina.
“Uuhh... Sorry honey,” he groaned sheepishly, “But it doesn’t matter cause we’ll be married soon.”
“Oh Evan,” she sobbed, clutching him to her, arms around his broad back and widespread thighs curled up around his waist so that her small feminine feet were heel down on his hard manly buns.
“Oh God, I love you so much. You’ve got to promise you won’t ever leave me now we’ve done it together.”
“Hey honey,” he crooned, relief in his voice, “Don’t cry baby. We’re going to get married in August just as soon as I get back.”
Four months, she thought with sinking heart. Four long lonely months.
Busy, she was, for those next few months, working hard to get noticed in her new job as sales consultant for Downtown Bank and arranging her wedding, because now she was hiding a torn hymen in her panties, she was certainly getting a ring on her finger, just as soon as Evan got back from his tour of duty.
The problem was, with three of those months gone, Evan wrote to say that the project was a little behind and he would be another month ‘or so’.
Not that that would necessarily be a major issue except that, around that time Jessica realised that her pert breasts were becoming an awfully tight fit in her normal B–cup bras and, as she considered her diet, and anything else which could be responsible for her weight gain, she realised that she hadn’t had a period since her last night with Evan.
From then on life became an increasing nightmare for a well brought up young woman. She had to confess to her parents that she had given way before marriage and, understanding as they were, they shared her anxiety as weeks came and went with letters from Evan always postponing his return, while she fought with increasing difficulty to hide the shameful changes in her body.
Four months after her illicit copulation Jessica could wear her smart business suits only with the buttons at her waist undone and rubber bands looped through the button holes to accommodate the outward swell of her tummy, while new larger sized blouses were essential to button over her full, straining brassieres and drape loosely over her abdomen.
Another month and even these stratagems were no longer enough to hide from her co-workers that she nurtured an illegitimate child in her womb. With deep embarrassment Jessica went with her mother to a discrete establishment selling maternity wear and bought some beautifully tailored slacks with high cut stretchy waists to cup and hold her growing tummy and pretty blouses cut full and wide at the abdomen. The sales assistant pointed out though that, as she progressed further in her pregnancy, she would be better to go to stretch tops which could expand with her body. Jessica blushed furiously at the thought of flaunting her swollen body so blatantly, and determined to wear the most voluminous and concealing garments she could once the possibility of any remotely normal clothes was gone.
It was finding something respectable for church that most concerned Jessica. She wore loose dresses loosely belted at the waist, until she ran out of room on the belt. Then, despite the warm autumn weather, she donned large flowing pullovers to drape over her embarrassment. All this was to no avail however when, in front of the pastor and half the congregation, she suddenly felt a movement inside her and, with a gasp, clasped her hand to her rounded tummy, clearly outlining it to the surprised onlookers.
The story was from then on widely known and folk tut-tutted about her man who lured her into sin and then abandoned her to the shame of an unmistakable pregnancy.
At last Evan wrote to say that he was headed home within a fortnight and Jessica joyfully clasped her full, round belly, six months gone with child.
“Your daddy’s coming home, dearest,” she sighed with relief. “Your mummy and Daddy are going to get married!”
The dressmaker was the soul of discretion at the fitting for Jessica’s wedding dress, she might almost send brides to the altar heavy with child every day. She recommended an empire style of
dress, high waist sitting just beneath Jessica’s heavy, swollen breasts and the fabric then flowing out over the proud jut of her full abdomen and falling to the ground in a single long sweep of breathtaking white satin. Jessica was stunned by how demure the great ball of her tummy looked beneath the clean flowing lines of heavy satin.
“Of course, my dear,” said the dressmaker, kindly, “Early third trimester is not so large, after all. Carry a posy of flowers in front of you down the aisle and hardly anyone will notice.”
But she prudently added another three inches to the waist measurement because there was not yet a firm date for the wedding. A week later Jessica was shattered to learn that Evan’s return was delayed yet again.
It was Christmas before he finally returned. He was shocked at the sight of his fiancée’s heavily gravid body, shocked also by the wailing tantrum she threw, one hand clutching restlessly at the side of her huge straining abdomen as she accused him of abandoning her to unwed motherhood.
“You don’t know what it’s been like,” she sobbed, “getting closer and closer and not knowing whether you were ever coming home! I won’t let my baby be illegitimate! I won’t! I won’t! Oww!” and with a look of surprise she bent over a little and massaged the top of her belly. “He kicked me!”
“Easy baby,” murmured Evan, taking her into his arms feeling the tight jut of her monstrous belly and then, rather more interest-ingly, the plump weight of her enlarged breasts. “I’m here now, the wedding’s on.”
And the wedding was on, with great haste as Jessica was rap-idly closing in on the fortieth week from her last period and, although her doctor assured her that first babies were often a little late, he could not guarantee that.
So one morning in early January, the sun rising to shine in her bedroom window, found Jessica standing in her nightdress looking out on the new day, a day she had thought would never come.
On a hanger by the door was her wedding dress, on a chair beside it the lovely lacy bra and panties to go with it. It was a scene that could have been from any young girl’s dreams until one noticed the young bride’s unusual stance, her hand lifted up to beneath her breasts where it moved rhythmically. Move a little to one side out of curiosity and one could suddenly see the sunlight shining through the filmy nightdress outlining the shockingly distended belly of a teenager at the last stage of preparation before birthing an infant.
She gave a little gasp and shifted her hips awkwardly.
“Ooohh, hooohh,” she breathed softly, “Don’t do that, baby, you’re hurting Mummy.” Then “OOOHH! OOwww!” Both hands were now at her abdomen massaging cupping and massaging the taut straining mound.
“Patience, patience, one more day and then you can come out when you want. You wouldn’t want to spoil Mummy’s wedding day, would you?”
After a moment more of firmly kneading her overburdened tummy muscles, she let her breath out with a sigh and relaxed against the window frame. “Not long now,” she crooned softly, although whether she addressed herself or the passenger in her belly was not clear.
Turning she waddled slowly and carefully to the bathroom, her back arched to balance the weight of her child-filled belly precariously on her pelvic girdle, her huge round abdomen pushing the fabric of her nightdress taut against her.
Jessica turned the shower on and then bent awkwardly and slowly so as not to overbalance. All at once she felt strange as if she were wider between the legs and her babe was pressing harder against her pelvis. She groped for the hem of her nightdress and straightened thankfully, huffing as she tugging the filmy garment up over her enormous protruding abdomen, then crossing her hands over to peel it off her plump bosom and over her head.
Breathing harder from the effort she stepped into the shower, sighing with relief as the jets of water fell down onto her aching body. Little needles of water fell on her sensitive, bloated breasts, stimulating the tightly stretched skin and teasing the thick, chocolate coloured nipples which thrust from their tips into long stiff fingers. Below this the needles fell onto the wide upper surface of her distended abdomen, prickling on the thin, papery surface of her outstretched tummy. But as she surrendered herself to the soothing touch of the water, suddenly the back ache which had never quite gone away intensified, accompanied by a burning cramp clutching at her tummy.
“Ooohhh,” she gasped, “OOOOHhhhh!” pressing with her fingertips into her burning and suddenly very tight belly.
“Just heartburn, I guess,” she told herself. But, ohh, it was very intense heartburn and the way the it felt like a hot steel band was gripping her at the waist and squeezing her baby, and the way cramping pressure was beginning to build between her legs made her pant just a little bit.
“HHooofff... HHooofff” she puffed as her knees sagged and she put a hand on the shower wall to steady herself, I am not having a contraction!”
“OOoooohhh... HHnnnngggh,” she grunted as she fought to ride out the crest of cramping pain clutching at her tummy.
“Well maybe a pretend contraction,” she acknowledged ruefully, rubbing her hands soothingly over the full round expanse of her belly mound as the tension slowly eased and she knew that the wedding ceremony couldn’t come soon enough.
The hairdresser came in mid-morning and, if she was at all shocked by the size of the belly around which Jessica’s dressing gown was tied, she gave no sign. With her hair done Jessica was now filled with urgency to dress for the ceremony.
Slipping off her dressing gown she bent low grunting with discomfort as she again found that that position caused startling pressure to be felt in her bottom. She was therefore clumsier than usual and it took a couple of goes before she was able to tug the flimsy panties up her thighs, slightly plump but still firm and un- marked, and into place on her lightly trimmed womanhood. Since it was some time since she had been able to see that womanhood for herself, she had no real idea whether her trimming had left any of her maidenhair visible around the scanty cut of the panties and she blushed at the thought of the slutty sight she might present for Evan when she undressed for their wedding night.
Next she reached for her brassiere, soft and lacy but full cupped to hold her heavily swollen breasts. Her breasts were no longer the pert teenaged lovelies that Evan had fondled on that night nine months ago. Now they were elongated, plump torpedoes resting solidly on her huge tummy, and her pretty little coral aureoles were expanded to broad, dark brown circles which covered the whole end of the ripe melons, out of the centre of which stood thick dark nipple stalks, permanently raised and tender. There being no way she could do up her bra beneath her breasts, she pushed her arms through the arm holes and then tugged the delicate expanding fabric vigorously out and down to envelope her swollen bosom and then, bending forward a little, pushed and plopped her tense pliable mammary flesh into the capacious cups.
Capacious, perhaps, but in the weeks since Jessica had tried on the D–cup garment she seemed to have grown yet fuller and she must now struggle and wrestle to place the cups under her breasts for support and when she had finished, her ample, creamy, blue-veined breast tissue was forced upwards into a plump, deep cleavage.
Yet now she still had to fasten the broad supportive back straps, and so she twisted her arms backward and tugged. There was still a good inch between the fasteners. Groaning with frustration she took a stronger grasp of the brassiere straps and stretched them out to the limit, compressing her tender bosom against the cups. Then, as she arched her back, reaching for the connection, she felt it again: an agonising burning band seared around the point of greatest girth of her enormous tummy making her cry out in pain. Crying and moaning she tried to ignore the cramping torment of her uterus and the aching throb of her flattened nipples as she slowly forced the halves of her brassiere clasp to meet and engage. Then she bent over, gasping with relief and cradling her tummy, feeling its sudden hardness like a tight, urgent ball.
“OOOooohhhh... HHoooofff... HHoooofff,” she panted, “Please God, please make my cervix hold! HHoooofff... HHoooofff... OOOooohhh!!”
She felt urgency and pressure deep in her pelvis and she was afraid that at any moment she might pop her waters all over her beautiful underwear and go into labour for real, but her heartfelt prayers were answered and, after about a minute of anguish, her pain eased and she was able to straighten gingerly and mop perspiration from her heated forehead. With trembling knees she lowered herself carefully onto the bed and fought to steady her breathing.
Her mother helped Jessica with the wedding dress. When she came into her teenaged daughter’s bedroom she immediately sensed that something was wrong. Jessica’s face was flushed and weary and her hands stroked constantly at her distended abdomen. She understood the signs and knew that her daughter’s baby was becoming impatient for release. Still, she thought, a first baby often takes many days to fight its way out so no need to panic just yet. She knew what it meant to Jessica not to deliver an illegitimate child. She took the dress of shimmering satin down from its hanger and carefully opened it up for Jessica to step into. Even so simple a thing had the poor girl huffing with effort and clinging to her mother for balance and support. Her mother thought sympathetically of the lithe young teen of only a few short months ago. Next Jessica and her mother pulled the dress up over the vast, ripe boulder of her straining ab- domen, struggling and pulling at the dress so that it seemed like the seams might give to ease it over the girl’s stretched and protruding navel.
“Uuhh, Mummy...” Jessica said suddenly, “I think I need to sit down, OK? I think I got a pain coming on.” And with that she sat abruptly on the side of the bed.
Jessica’s mother watched with concern as her daughter slipped her hands inside the wedding gown where it rested bunched around her belly.
“HHoooofff... HHoooofff,” she panted urgently, “OOOhhhhh,” and her mother heard the low moan of serious belly cramps.
“How long since the last one of these?” she asked sharply.
“Uuhh... don’t... HHoooofff, know really... HHoooofff,” Jessica replied carelessly, “A while I guess... OOOOOhhhhhh,” and she bent low over her cradling hands, biting her lip, sweat beading her brow.
“Aaaahhhhh...” she sighed at last with relief. “That was a tough one!”
“You need to start monitoring the frequency of these pains,” her mother admonished, “You know what the doctor said about the early signs of labour.”
“Yes Mum,” sighed Jessica, “I’m not in labour. Doctor says it takes ages for the first one to really start. Just pretend contractions is all.”
Jessica’s mother was not fully convinced but neither did she want her daughter’s day to be ruined, and so without another word she helped her deeply breathing daughter to her feet and held up the arms of her gown for her.
The gown took much pulling and pushing to fit properly over jutting belly and straining bra, and then more trouble to hook and zip shut against Jessica’s heavily parturient figure. The final result was a vision of extremely gravid loveliness. The original flowing lines of the gown, which so demurely obscured the full state of Jessica’s embarrassment at the original fitting were now compromised by the way the fabric stretched tautly over the extreme roundnesses of her tummy and bosoms, the hard, slightly down-pointing navel clearly poking through the fabric and even a hint of twin baby feeders bumping out the peaks of her tightly moulded bodice, but the extreme fertility of her figure was complemented her lush peach like complexion to make her the timeless essence of womanhood.
A vision of loveliness as she descended the stairs and took her father’s arm to be escorted to the bridal car.
The chauffeur held the car door open and Jessica paused for a moment to contemplate negotiating the narrow entrance. All at once she knew she needed to sit down real fast.
Her father was already seated in the back seat when his daughter pushed her way in at the other door groaning with what he took to be the effort of prying her swollen body into the limousine. She sat and he was astonished to see thus at close quarters how great with child she had become, the angle of the car seat forcing her abdomen forward and down between her knees which he could see were wide spread beneath her skirts.
She was panting and gasping a little and her anxious father realised that this was more than just the effort of entering the vehi- cle. In amazement he saw how the great belly beneath the gown rose up, taut and hard, like a clenched fist and his daughter ground out a hard low groan, her mouth set in a grimace and the tendons standing out in her neck as she fought to ride out the sudden urgency in her womb.
The driver looked back in the mirror at the teenaged soon-to-be-mother, her hands clutching convulsively at the belly straining her gown, her knees thrusting wide at her skirts. “She’ll never make it,” he thought as he mentally plotted the route to the nearest hospi- tal. He had had many last minute brides in his car over the years but not one so lost in her throes at the outset. “At least the gown will protect the car upholstery when the baby comes,” he mused, philosophically.
“Honey, are you alright? Do we need to get to a hospital?” asked her alarmed father.
This was her longest and hardest contraction yet and Jessica knew in her heart that her labour had started for real, but she was determined not to deliver an illegitimate baby and was fortified by the thought that first labours took many hours to progress and her waters had not yet broken.
“Oooohhhhhhh!!” Jessica moaned in relief as the clenching in her uterine muscles relaxed a little and the heavy pressure of her baby’s head deep in her pelvic bones became less intense.
Her father pulled out a handkerchief and mopped the beads of sweat running down his daughter’s flushed face. “I still think we need to take you somewhere to be checked out,” he said worriedly.
“NO Dad,” she said urgently, “We can’t!” Everyone’s waiting for us at the church, and besides,” in a small trembling voice, “You can see how close I am, and you can’t let me deliver a bastard Dad, you just can’t!”
“Well if you’re sure,” he said dubiously, looking at his daughter’s anxious tearful face, but right after the ceremony we’re getting you to a doctor!”
Jessica’s contractions were coming closer together now and the short time of the drive to the church was enough for her to feel the dreaded cramping pain begin again. The limousine had pulled up in front of the church, the congregation was inside in readiness for the joyous event while in the car the desperate bride clutched at the hard, outstanding bowl of her belly as she moaned and panted through her pain. Her position was almost like a squat as the angle of the car seat forced her to spread her thighs to accommodate the belly pushed down between them. She felt that she was holding her gate open and only the monstrous size of her baby’s head was keeping it from squeezing through it and forcing its way into the world.
“I’ll be... Oooohhh, hooohhh... better when I can stand... Oooohhh, hooohhh... up,” she tried to assure her anxious father. “OOOhhhh, Uuungggh...” she groaned and felt a sudden urge to twist sideways. Then “HHooofff... HHoooff,” she puffed in alarm as the movement seemed to free something low inside her and she felt urgent pressure in her bottom. She panted and stretched upward in instinctive attempt to halt the pressure, lacing her fingers under her labouring belly and tugging upward to try and lift the babe from her weakening entranceway.
The crisis mercifully subsided and Jessica was finally led up the steps of the church and down the long aisle.
There was a respectful silence as the organ struck up the first strains of the wedding march, but then a sudden buzz as the bride came into view, back arched and belly swaying ponderously from side to side as she waddled carefully down the length of the church on her father’s arm.
Jessica’s condition was of course known to most in the con- gregation, but many had not seen her for some time, and she blushed scarlet as the astonished whispers spread about the church. It was scarcely unusual for a bride to come to church in the bloom of pregnancy, her dress showing off a fecund swelling at the waist or even flowing in discreet looseness over a rather larger tummy, but none could remember seeing a bride coming to the alter with a belly so extremely swollen and thrust out before her, her gait speaking so eloquently of her imminence. The effect was strongest on the older women present, who had given birth themselves and could immediately see how near motherhood the poor young girl had come, and recall their own last, ponderous moments.
Jessica’s best friend Kim was bridesmaid and, although she knew her friend to be at full term, did not know of the extremity of her present predicament. However she quickly realised from her friend’s awkward movement that all was not well.
“What is it?” she hissed in Jessica’s ear as soon as the moment allowed. Jessica merely looked down at her enormous mound and stroked it meaningfully, looking beseechingly at her friend.
“Ooohh!” gasped Kim in sudden understanding. “Oh Jess honey, how bad?”
“Bad enough,” the beleaguered teen mumbled and, indeed, Kim could now see the heated flush and beads of perspiration on her friend’s face.
“You can lean on me sweetie if anything, you know, comes on,” she whispered, grasping Jessica’s arm supportively.
Jessica flashed a grateful smile at her friend and then frowned as she felt the tell tale pressure begin again.
Like a sheet of burning pain her abdominal muscles clamped and fisted tight around her baby burden. Jessica moaned softly and forcibly pressed her knees together under her gown allowing no opening of her hard pressed pelvis. Standing up it was easier to resist the downward pressure, she thought, but much harder was the need to avoid giving voice to the agony gripping her body.
“Ata girl!” hissed Kim admiringly as she saw her friend’s face grimace with effort, the tendons bulging in her neck as she fought the pain wracking her.
Evan could also deduce what was afflicting his wife-to-be as he gazed on her glazed, straining face and the hand rubbing convulsively at her hard, round belly as she waddled towards him at the altar.
“Dearly beloved,” began the priest, “We are gathered...” but Jessica wasn’t listening as she bit her lip to keep from crying out at the heavy grinding pain pressing low, so terribly low, in her bottom.
“Ohh Lord Jesus help me!” she prayed as she felt the unmistakable sensation of her burden moving lower, jamming itself between her aching hip bones. “Please God let my cervix stay in place!” she pleaded silently.
Kim slipped an arm around the waist of her struggling friend and could feel the strength of the rippling contractions coursing through Jessica’s tightly stretched tummy muscles. She stared wide eyed at the flexing she could clearly see beneath her friend’s gown and could only guess at the fearful pressure that now battered at her uterine opening.
Jessica was now sweating and groaning softly and shifting awkwardly on her feet as she sought desperately to ease the worst pressure points building up in her pelvis.
“...if anyone present should know of any impediment why...” intoned the priest, “Why child — are you alright?” he asked, focusing with astonishment on the sweating face and heaving bodice of the heavily pregnant teen in front of him.
“Get on with it man!” snapped the bridesmaid. “Unless you want to do a christening at the same time!”
“Oh! Oh! To be sure,” spluttered the priest “Or forever hold your peace,” he went on quickly.
Looking again at the wide–eyed urgency on the bride’s pretty face, he skipped a page or two of the ceremony.
“Do you Evan...”
“I do!” replied the groom hastily before he could finish.
“This is it,” thought Jessica as the clamping of her womb eased but the unbearable pressure between her legs failed utterly to abate, “This is really it!”
“Do you Jessica...”
“Got to keep my knees together, got to keep my knees together,” Jessica chanted to herself as a mantra, but with the big bony boulder of her child’s head wedged firmly in her slender girlish pelvis that was becoming harder and harder to do. Terms like ‘middle stage of labour’ and ‘fully dilated’ were whirling through her head but her greatest fear was now building within her: the uncontrolla- ble urge to push.
“Jessy, Jessy” Kim was hissing in her ear. Everyone was looking expectantly at her.
“Ohh ! I do.” she gasped, “OOOhhhhhhh, I Dooooohhhh.”
At that moment, deep inside Jessica, her baby’s head, elon- gated by the force with which its mother’s abdominal muscles had pile-driven it into the funnel of her pelvic gap, finally slipped free and fully entered her tight, maidenly vagina. The sensitive, excitable membranes of her young love tunnel were thus forcefully stretched out by the four inch wide skull of her child like a soccer ball thrust down a fine net stocking.
No woman on earth can passively tolerate so distending a force on her delicate vaginal walls and, with a howl of pent up need she felt her knees part and she slumped against her bridesmaid’s shoulder.
“HHuuuuuuuunggg... HHuuuuuuuunggg...” she groaned and pushed with all her might at the huge invading coconut jammed between her legs.
Kim tried to hold onto her labouring friend but Jessica’s legs could no longer support the desperate bride, her knees bent outwards as far as the long skirts of the gown would allow and she sagged into half squat.
“Hhoowwwoohhh!!” she wailed as the spreading of her gate brought an agonised pressure on her bottom.
“Kimmy, hhhooooohhh... hhhooooohhh,” she panted urgently. “Help me... got to spread... ooooohhhhh.”
Her friend realised her dilemma and quickly reached down and gathered the voluminous fabric of the gown, tugging it up over Jessica’s straining knees as the moaning girl threw her hands back over Kim’s head to support herself.
The astonished congregation was now treated to a view of Jessica’s shapely legs all the way up to the top of her thighs, but worse was to come!
“HHuuuuuuuunggg... HHuuuuuuuunggg,” Jessica screamed, squeezing the ravaging rock in her vagina inexorably southwards.
Kim looked down her friend’s struggling, sweating body and saw her knees strain outwards to make room for the oncoming child.
“Quick, Evan,” she shouted, “Hold Jess, I’ve got to get her panties off.”
“Nooooohh,” howled the mortified teen.
“Jess, you’re giving birth whether you like it or not!” snapped Kim. “It’s too late for modesty now!”
Evan grabbed his wife under her armpits, supporting her crouching weight.
“HHuuuuuuuunggg... HHuuuuuuuunggg,” she screamed again as the urge to push overwhelmed her.
Swiftly Kim scampered around to be between Jessica’s legs. She threw the skirts of her wedding gown up over her labouring belly, now noticeably flattening as the bulk which it had contained was squeezed through Jessica’s pelvic gap, and tugged at her friend’s beautiful lacy panties.
“Knees together girl!” she shouted.
“Hhhooooowwwwhh, HHHHOoooowwwhh” howled Jessica as she fought the irresistible urge to spread and push.
“Atagirl,” cried Kim, stretching the panties over the still wide- spread knees, quivering with Jessica’s effort at control. “Now push!”
Jessica needed no encouragement. The astounded eyes of the boys who had tried in vain to get the slightest feel of Jessica’s well guarded womanhood saw Evan lower his wife’s bottom to the floor where she grasped a knee in each hand and spread her intimate furry treasure as wide as ever she could, wider than she would have thought possible and still she flexed her shoulders and heaved at her stubborn legs because nothing seemed as if it would be wide enough to accommodate the massive bony battering ram which was distending her delicate membranes to breaking point as it forced its way down her tunnel.
Jessica had only ever once had an object in her virginal tunnel and that was her husband’s organ nine months ago when he had got her with this child, and that one pleasurable reaming had in no way prepared her for the dreadful size of her full grown babe.
The boys’ leering eyes drank in the petite, fine haired nether lips of the young bride, gaping slightly open because of her position, as her cries rang stridently around the church. But there was triumph now in her agonised wails: the baby was coming, it was really coming, she was going to be a mother. Every ounce of strength went into each massive shove and now it could clearly be seen how, on each moaning thrust with her tortured tummy muscles, her sweet downy peach bowed outwards and the lips slid away to leave an oval gap.
Then, all at once there was a note of panic in the young girl’s cries: a particularly hard push had spread her entrance out until the lips formed a taut O and now she felt the age old problem of the first time mother: the baby’s head had been reshaped by her pelvis until it could fit her pelvic gap, but that was no guarantee that the head could pass through her largely unused love lips. Many a woman is cut at that point by a kindly doctor to spare her the ultimate agony and the risk of disastrous tearing of her womanhood, but there was no doctor present in the church and Jessica had no option but to endeavour to stretch her maidenly labia to the size of the bony mass now squeezing out between them.
“AAiieeeeaaahh,” screamed the tortured teen as her delicately furred lips stretched to breaking point, “Can’t! Too big! Aaarrgghh!!” as her need to push subsided and the elasticity of her near virginal maidenhood pushed the baby’s head back inside.
“That’s it sweetie, nearly there!” shouted Kim in encouragement. “One more push!”
Jessica was whimpering now with the pain. She could not remember why she ever let that bastard Evan do this to her and she was sure that she was never going to let him between her legs again even if she was married to him.
But her child could not be denied and again she felt the irresistible urge to thrust against the cruel boulder in her tender tunnel.
Jessica felt now the fear of every first time mother: that she was unable to stretch wide enough to deliver her baby. She looked at the shocked face of her mother who was aghast at her poor daughter’s humiliating experience of squeezing her baby out in the presence of her marriage congregation. “It won’t come Mummy!” she wailed.
But then her great need overcame her and she heaved and pushed with all her might, screaming at the agony. She screamed and gasped and screamed again at the burning pain in her overstretched pussy lips but then, just when she thought she must be tearing, something gave at her entrance and the huge painful head of her babe popped out.
As she gasped and panted at the effort she had just endured, Jessica became conscious for the first time of her mortifying position on the floor of God’s holy church, thighs gaping exposing her stretched vulva to the congregation. Tears of shame welled up in her beautiful eyes, but her humiliation was not yet finished.
Again the vice-like pain gripped and hardened her abdomen. Again she shrieked piteously as her fur-clad vulva strained outwards; but this time it was not a round, well-positioned head which thrust at her opening, but an awkward shoulder ledged under one burning lip.
“AAAaaiiiieeeee!!!” she screamed and instictively bucked and twisted in an attempt to dislodge the agonising obstacle.
“Nooooooohhhh!!” she howled and then an “Ooooohhhhh!!” of shock as her babe suddenly sprang loose and slid like a slippery fish out of the painful grasp of her overstretched vagina into the as- tonished hands of her bridesmaid.
Tugging enough for the purpose of the messy twisted rope out of her friend’s twat, Kim handed the new bride her child and Jes- sica hugged it to her swollen bosom, heedless of the smears of blood and mucus she was getting on her wedding dress.
After all, a wedding dress usually only gets to be worn on one occasion in a girl’s life, not many get to use it as a birthing gown as well!
A wood nymph enjoys a dalliance with a dragon and winds up in a family way.
Contains egg birth.
by Deloreli
Being a wood nymph, living alone in the forest had its advantages if you were the antisocial type. It sucked if you went to a celebration and drank too much. It sucked even more if you awoke the next morning next to a dragon twice your size.
I remember the warmth coming off his scales. I sat up, at once woozy, but thinking it was the after effects of the mead and other vile concoctions. Everything ached. I glanced down to see his member still unsheathed. It was huge, even in its deflated form, how in the hell had he fit that inside me? At least that explained the aches. I climbed carefully out of the nest that we had slumbered in and slipped into the woods unseen. I never saw or heard from him again.
I dont have a home in the traditional sense. I sleep on beds of leaves wherever I find shelter for the night. No I'm not a nomad, but I do have a territory around a lake. There are huge wayward pines to sleep under in the inclement weather, and the beach to fish from.
I'm young as far as a creature like me goes. That is to say that I am young in the ways of the world and stuff the like.
I chatted amiably with a salamander who was in the same condition as me one day not too long before I gave birth. She was due in the next day or so. I ended up attending her birth, it was her suggestion when I told her I was scared and unsure what would happen to me.
I watched fascinated as she panted and struggled to lay the eggs she carried. It turned me on to see her bringing the life forth, the way she stretched open as the egg passed through her birth canal. Her panting and moaning elicited sympathy pangs from my own distended belly.
In the end I couldn't reach my arms around my massive self. I weighed a tonne and was ready to go. And go I did. In the middle of the night the moon was caressing my skin in the way that I like so much. I awoke to a shifting within myself. I had felt similar sensations throughout the pregnancy but this seemed different. Then there was a rush of wetness between my naked legs. Immediately after that my great mound shuddered and heaved inward. I was in labour.
I knew that I would need more light for this than I was already getting from the dappled moon through the trees. I made my way as swiftly as possible towards the lake where I would birth on the beach, in the light of the full moon.
I was able to make it there before the contractions were too strong for me to move around. Once on the edge of the sand, where the lake laps at the shore, I created a small nest beside a sapling, where I could put the things within me once they came out. I have no idea where these thoughts came from, but suddenly I knew that there was more than one and that I needed something safe for them to stay in while I birthed the others.
As the waves took me from within I sat on the shore letting the water lick at my feet. I leaned back against the sapling growing too close to the water and waited. My belly contracted ever stronger. I moaned and panted with the surges whilst rubbing what I could reach. I imagined the salamander birthing her clutch of eggs.
I felt the need to push within an hour of the first contraction. It was a strong and guttural sensation. I got to my hands and knees before the next sensation. When it hit me I strained with all the strength in my abdominal muscles. It hurt as I felt the top of it enter my birthing canal. I could feel my flesh stretching to allow its passage. I pushed myself back with my arms sitting on my heels as I grunted, throwing my all into expelling whatever was lodged within me.
After three pushes I could feel the pressure of it pushing out the skin of my sex. I sat back on my heels and reached down to see what I could feel. Just inside was something smooth and hard. My distended labia cradled it snugly. Another contraction had me screaming it closer to the world. Its tip nudged out of me and I was beginning to stretch open.
With one hand I felt as I pushed the thing out further. It got wider and wider. I was squeeling and hissing as my lips gave way to the huge thing between my legs. I shook as I waited for the next contraction to allow me to push again. I wanted the weight out of me then and there. I was stretched too far and could not take it any more. Another contraction came and with all my strength I bore down. The thing got just a little wider and my scream was cut short as suddenly the pressure was gone. In my hand was a gleaming bluish egg about four inches across at the widest.
I sat there panting, catching my breath. I tucked the egg into the nest that I had built in the sand. I rolled over, my gravid form still gangly and awkward. Resting against the tree I felt my abdomen tighten and the next round begin. The pressure was nearly instant. I still needed to bring the egg down to be expelled but its top already filled my birth canal.
I took a few deep breaths and pushed as hard as I could. I did this three or four times and I was shaking and sweating when I felt the rounded tip part my folds again. I bore down feeling it stretch me open. It filled me completely, my breathing was ragged. I pulled my legs open and back as far as I could to try to give it more space. I pushed feeling it get stuck at nearly the same point as before. It was a little easier this time than the first. I squealed as I gave one final shove and it popped out landing with a solid thunk onto the sand before me.
I was sweating from the exertion and needed to refresh myself before the next egg. So I made my way carefully into the water. I floated there for a little bit, submerged up to my shoulders. I shuddered as another contraction went through me. I didnt feel the urge to push yet. This happened again. The contraction was stronger and I moaned through its many peaks.
I crawled back onto land, thinking that the water had had something to do with the fact that I wasn't pushing the next egg out. My expanded belly dragged across the rough sand until another contraction pulled it inwards. It felt like there was a boulder sitting in my birth canal. I screamed loudly holding myself. I didnt know what to do.
I was so engrossed in the contractions that I never noticed the shadow glide over me. I never heard the Dragon land behind me. I just knew that I was in pain and could not move the remaining eggs within me.
As I rocked on my knees maoning and crying out from the waves surging within me, he reached out and placed one of his massive hands on my lower back. The heat that radiated off of him instantly seeped into my aching pelvis. The pain eased and I relaxed.
When the contraction ended he turned me around. I was so happy to have anyone to help me. He gently laid me onto my back. His other clawed hand caressed my heaving protuberance, and he rumbled to himself. There are four more eggs at least, I heard him say into my mind. Breathe deep and I will help you.
As he finished another contraction gripped me and I was overwhelmed by the urge to bear down. He guided my legs into a knees bent position with my feet braced in the sand. Good, good, he purred to me, you are strong. The weight inside me still didnt move. I told him thus. Again he rumbled to himself.
I could not see much other than his head and shoulders over the orb that was my pregnant belly. I knew that one hand was on my left knee. The other hand, as it turns out, was near my lips. Gently he brushed one claw against me, sending ripples of pleasure up and down my lower half. Then he carefully inserted said claw. I could feel his heat as he probed within me. I pushed again trying to force his egg from where it was lodged within me.
Ahhhhh, he sighed inside my mind, it is upside down. The thought hit me like a tree. The widest part was coming first. I shivered. He shushed me with his thoughts and I quieted, although tears of pain and fright were still running down my face.
I felt his talons gently brush my womanhood again. A warm sensation flooded me. He gently nudged at my pearl as I pushed again as hard as I could. When the contraction ended he helped me to my feet. His thoughts of using gravity to help bring the egg down purred inside my head. My body was infused with warmth and relaxation as his thoughts calmed me. I held myself up facing the sapling. He lay down on his back with his head between my legs to watch the egg descend and lend aid where he could. I couldnt see much of him over my belly.
Another contraction came and I began to push. My arms supported my weight as I pushed with all my strength. I barely noticed his clawed hands supporting my buttox. I gasped another breath and pushed again. I still could not feel the progress of the egg. It weighed inside me like a boulder, yet still I pushed against it. Then another sensation hit me. I felt something hot brush against my pearl, it wasnt his talons, they were still supporting my rear. After wraping around my pearl a few times it slid down towards my gaping birth canal, then inside.
The heat was near intolerable, but the pleasure that it brought paused me mid push. There I stood shaking, holding the tree for dear life. I could feel the heated wetness of whatever it was making its way all the way to where the egg sat lodged in my cervix. I quivered with the sensation vaguely remembering something similar so very long ago.
The next contraction tore through me, it pulled a scream from my throat as I bore down with all my might. The weight shifted. The hot-wetness moved faster, it was inside me and rubbing at my clitoris. Caressing the skin around the egg and working me into a sexual frenzy. I needed to push again. Again the huge weight inside me moved.
His taloned fingers dug into the flesh of my bottom. I heard his encouraging thoughts telling me to keep going. I saw flashes of what he saw in my mind. I then realised what was going on. His tongue. He was using his tongue and elemental lore to help me. I saw the egg through his eyes. It was still deep within me, but my skin was beginning to distend again from the pressure of the egg.
His tongue worked at me furiously until I moaned in pleasure. HE held me in place as my legs shook from the forces inundating my body with so many sensations. He was now licking at the inner lips that cradled the egg. I was ready to crown. I was panting with commingled pain and pleasure.
That's it, just a little further, he kept encouraging me. I could see the oval of the egg just inside me. I tried to push with the next contraction but the stretch of my skin gave me pause. Crying out with the burning of my flesh as it stretched over the widest part of the egg. I panted hoping that it would just come.
I had another contraction, I tried not to push because the pressure was so great, and I wanted to feel his tongue on my flesh. I panted and gasped. It was a contraction that had many peaks. I contracted harder than the ones before, involuntarily I pushed with it. I could feel the egg bulging out further. It was so intense that my knees completely gave out. I would have fallen if not for his holding me up. The iron grip on my midsection eased enough for me to suck in more air before I was forced to push again. My feet slid further apart and my body bore down without permission. My throat frozen with the rictus of pain, I forced the egg from within me with that final thrust.
I slid to my knees panting and sobbing from the effort. He laid the egg down in the nest with the others. Then he wrapped his arms around me. He rocked me gently warming my body with his heat. His rough hands caressed my slightly diminished belly. Three to go, he sighed inside my head.
He sat us down. I straddled his crossed legs, resting my back on his muscular chest. His large hands rubbed at my still pregnant belly. The contractions weren't so hard for the time being. He leaned his head down to snuffle at my hair and neck. One of his hands went to my breast and began teasing at the engorged nipple.
The teasing of that nipple sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body. Those ripples were followed close by a pushing contraction. It didnt hurt as much as the others prior had. I wiggled a little against his flesh as I pushed. I could feel my inner flesh brushing against the next descending egg. I moaned as he continued to massage me and I continued to move on his legs.
My birth canal was suspended above the hollow between his crossed legs. I felt exposed and strange to be open to the air like that. But it was also arousing, with the other sensations his ministrations were eliciting. Then I felt it. His member had unsheathed and was beginning to brush against my backside. A contraction stole my concentration for a moment. Then it went back to the phallus which was increasing in hardness just under me.
He flinched a little as his sensitive parts brushed against mine. I pushed again feeling the egg descend easily. I could feel his hardness brushing against the space between my anus and my birth canal. I could feel the wetness of his excitement. I pushed hard, involuntarily, and felt as the narrow tip of the egg parted my lips and collided with his erection. He shuddered in reaction, a rumble coming from deep inside his chest.
The movements of his hands became more insistent. One reached down between my legs to cup at the emerging egg. Gravity in this position helped pull the egg downward, i barely needed to push as his palm ground against my pearl. His tip pressed at the underside of the egg as it emerged. I gasped and panted, my muscles pushing in small spurts to prolong the pleasure.
I sucked in a deep breath and pushed a little more. The egg had me pulled tight. I could feel his member putting pressure on the egg from the back. This pressure forced the egg foreword against my sensitive clit. I grunted as the widest part of the egg came down. He pulled it back and forth until with a final grunt it was free from my body.
Mentally counting down the number of eggs left I turned to him to see what was next. His eyes were burning with passion and he settled my body into the same position only facing him. Fluidly and gently he slid his erection inside my willing body. His heated flesh stung against mine. Together we moved to the rhythm of my breathing. I watched as his eyes closed in pleasure.
My hips gyrated as I straddled his still crossed legs. I kept moving as I bore down on the next egg inside me. Panting and moving the contractions intensified, but not painfully so. I pushed again, this time the egg met some resistance as it pressed against the dragon's giant penis inside me. He bucked against the sensation and pressed against the egg a little.
Holding his shoulders I bore down harder pushing the egg against him with as much force as I could. I saw that this was pleasuring him greatly. I felt him slip out of me as the tip of the egg landed on my labia.
I ground the emerging egg against his erect penis, letting my body do whatever it needed. One of his hands cupped a breast while the other hand rested, waiting to catch the next egg. My breath caught as I pushed the egg to its widest point. We let it rest there, his erection keeping it in place while I tried not to push, enjoying the full stretch. His claw now brushing my inflamed pearl.
We were both insensible with passion as the second last egg slid from my opening. Before I could even contemplate the final egg, he placed me onto the soft sand on my hands and knees. His strong clawed hands rubbed my back and buttocks in long sensual strokes. I couldnt see what he was doing.
Again a beautifully warm sensation hit me. His tongue flicked at my overstimulated pearl, slid over my lips in a tantalizing dance and then began to concentrate on my anus. I was shivering with pleasure and need. The contractions forgotten for a long moment. He teased my openings feverishly.
Then I felt him shift his weight. His heat was directly behind me. I felt pressure against my anal opening. Slowly he slid his huge self inside me. Doing so restarted the contractions. I pushed against him and the last egg as hard as I could. He shuddered as he started moving inside me.
Being twice my size he was also able to reach my clit throughout this. As I pushed involuntarily against him and his egg, he teased me into a fever like none I had ever experienced. The egg moved slowly from the lack of space. My inner flesh stretching further to accommodate. We rocked together in passion.
Finally the egg began to spread me open. The added pressure caused him to move faster, deeper into me. I could feel his flesh hitting the emerging egg as he slid into me. I was calling out with the forces crashing inside my body. There was so much pressure that I thought I would burst.
He thrust his body against mine one last time shuddering to an end inside of me. That was the moment the last egg reached its widest spot. I screamed as ecstasy crashed like a wave inside of me, the egg wobbling on the cusp of my flesh. The orgasm rocked my body dragging another from him. I could feel his hand caressing the egg as my body's pleasure forced it out.
I awoke on my side next to the clutch of eggs that I had just birthed. He sat at my head toying with a lock of hair. His thoughts joined mine and I saw flight and treasure, a home and love for his mate. I was his now. I would be his forever.
Together we watched as the eggs began to rock and crack. They were hatching. Six little ones that would be fully grown in less than three months. Then we would have more.
I’ve been having this little fantasy lately where I’m big and pregnant and overdue. I didn’t even want to have a baby, but I got knocked up and had to keep. I go into labor and the person who’s supposed to be with me for the birth makes me think we’re going to the hospital when we get into their car.
Only, they trick me. We drive around and around, they pretend they can’t find the hospital and they drive slow. They keep going as the contractions get worse and closer together. I’m screaming in agony, groaning and grunting with each contraction, my huge belly getting so tight I can see it under my shirt. My water breaks and I panic. The whole time they’re filming every little thing. I scream at them to please get me to the hospital. I’m in so much pain.
Then I feel the baby coming. I tell them to pull over and I get out of the car just in time to need to start pushing. They’re still recording, not helping me and they stand over me as I give birth by the side of the road, barely able to get my panties down in time, where everyone passing by can see me. I beg them to help even as I’m pushing, screaming at the top of my lungs that it hurts, that it burns so much I can’t take it and the baby is coming, it’s coming right now.
After the baby is out and I’m crying and shaking, they tell me they were paid to set me up so I wouldn’t make it to the hospital, and that the video is going to make them a fortune.
If sales are so low, then you’ll have to get me knocked up again whether I like it or not and stage a repeat performance.
Maybe even something where people can see it live. This time, you don’t stop on the side of the road, you take me somewhere that people can watch me, alone and terrified, heavy with an unwanted baby (or two) and struggling to give birth while begging for help and getting none.
I’m pregnant with an 11 pound baby, my belly is massive. I’ve dropped just days away from birth. My husband and I living in Louisiana decide to go on an airboat tour. Boarding the boat we get settled and the driver takes off. We are enjoying the view and the alligators in the water listening to the driver tell us facts and stories about the bayou. The vibrations of the boat stimulate my over sensitive pregnant pussy and I grip my husbands leg about to orgasm hard. I gasp as I cum continuing to orgasm for a second and third time. Then I feel my dress start to get wet between my thighs. Wetter than usual that is…
Feeling my belly squeeze hard and I double over in pain. Alarmed, the driver stops the boat. Here I am in the middle of the bayou, my baby plunging through my birth canal. Feeling so primal I begin to cum as the baby begins to crown. The alligators swimming around the boat like there’s nothing going on. Soon enough my little swamp baby will be in our arms.
I want to help you cum with words. Express your deepest fantasy, and I'll respond. Get as filthy as you want, put down everything that's on your mind, tell me how badly you want to feel rope after rope of hot cum trickling through your pussy, how you can feel the first contractions coming on, how you need me to fuck you so bad, because you're so horny and you can't even reach your clit... tell me everything.
I’m sprawled on my back, the first contractions of labor gripping me. My water hasn’t even broken, but I’m already writhing in pain from a heavy contraction. Though it’s early in my labor the contractions are strong—some of them so powerful you can see the muscles in my belly tightening. My belly is massive, so large I can’t reach my pussy to relieve some of the pressure and arousal. My hips buck as my belly contracts, and I beg you to fuck me, to break my water and make me cum. I know being brought to orgasm will intensify my womb’s contractions and speed my labor, and I want more than anything to feel the glorious pain of birthing baby after baby, only to be fucked full of an even bigger brood.
We’ve already got the fertility drugs ready to go once you’re healed, so all that’s left now is to get those babies out the way they got in. I know how horny you are, how bad you need to feel my dick spread open your engorged pussy lips and stretch you out inside. Your moans, your screams, pants and whimpers are like music to my ears. I’m naked, and my cock is harder than diamonds as I watch you, legs spread, hips bucking as the pressure bears down on you.
I walk forward to the bed you’re lying on, spread-eagled, your huge belly heaving, and I already know just what to do. My rough, strong hands push your legs back even further, gripping your soft thighs as I angle your laboring pussy for the deepest possible penetration. I can’t possibly wait any longer, and so I begin working my thick meat past your lips and deep into your depths. I gasp and groan as I feel your walls contract on me, your screams for pleasure making me begin furiously thrusting in and out. I bury my cock to the hilt inside of you, going faster and faster, your pussy slick and wet from how horny you are, despite the pain.
I all but scream as you fuck me, the pleasure and pain mixing to become overwhelmingly intense. It takes mere moments for you to make me cum, and the powerful orgasm is enough to break my water. As it gushes out I feel another contraction grip me, more powerful than the last one. I scream out in pain, clutching my spasming belly as if to soothe the pain. I know I’m not dilated enough to push, but the urge is already there. I want desperately to push, to force the first of your numerous babies out of me. Instead I simply ride out the contraction and focus on the second orgasm that I can already feel building. My hips roll and buck wildly from the pleasure and desperation to push out your baby.
“Don’t push yet, you still have to dilate more,” I tell you through grunts and moans, coaching you through the birth even as I rail your sore, swollen pussy and snarl your name through gritted teeth as you milk my cock. “I love how horny you are right now,” I snarl. “This hard dick shot inside you and made you so pregnant, just so we could enjoy ourselves like this right now. Your body was built to birth, and you know it. Even now, you’re grinding your pussy on my cock, as I watch your belly clench and heave, as I listen to you scream and cry out.”
I lean over you, your legs on my shoulders as I dive into your depths again and again, watching the ripples in your belly and hearing the screams and pants from your mouth. My hands move to the gravid orb of your womb, stroking all over your glorious pregnancy as I impale you on my cock. I practically use your round belly to brace myself as I thrust hard into you, awash with lust at the sight of you laboring on my dick.
My contractions are practically on top of each other now, gripping me with wave upon wave of pain.
“Fuck, fuck, I want to push, I want to get these babies out of me,” I moan, arching up off the bed as pain shoots through me. “God, please, fuck me harder, make me cum even more…” I’m on the edge of cumming as I beg for more, my swollen pussy throbbing around you. I moan through another powerful contraction, my whole body tensing. My pussy tightens around you as you fuck me mercilessly.
“I’m gonna cum,” I gasp, “I’m g-gonna—” Before I can finish, I’m launched into another earth-shattering orgasm, my whole body bucking and writhing with pleasure. It mingles with the pain of my contractions, intensifying every clench and spasm of my womb. I scream out, overwhelmed.
“Oh, fuck!” I roar, and as the next orgasm tears through you, I lose all control over my hard dick and heavy balls, and spasmodically thrust inside of you a few more times before burying myself to the hilt inside you. My cock throbs furiously as I throw copious amounts of semen inside of you, splattering all over your slowly-dilating cervix.
I pull out to recover for a few minutes, but the pleasure won’t stop, can’t stop, not for you. So I move to sit behind you, my legs splayed around your curvy hips. My lips and teeth begin marking your neck and upper back, kissing, biting, breathing hot and heavy. My left hand moves up to stimulate your nipple, and my right hand brings a deft little pocket rocket to your pussy. I slowly, steadily, move the pocket rocket up and down your soaking wet lips, edging closer and closer to your clit. My cock is already begin to stir again, up against your ass. As I harden, I rub my dick across your ass cheeks and lower back, once again searching for a way to bury myself in you.
I whine and rock my hips up, desperate to feel it against my clit. As I feel your cock harden against me, I grind back into you, pleading without words for you to fuck me. At this point I don’t even care what hole, I just need to feel you inside me as I labor. I feel the first baby moving closer to my cervix, and I struggle not to push until I know for sure I’m fully dilated. The urge is so strong, but I resist, hips rocking helplessly as my belly contracts even harder than before. I cry out in pain, both hands pressing the unyielding skin of my heavy belly.
The toys, the stimulation, it’s nothing but preparation for the next round. This time, I lie back, my stiff cock bending towards me, but very close to being straight up in the air. I help you turn around, and then guide your birthing pussy down to be speared by my cock.”Ride that dick,” I command. “Milk my fucking rod, bounce your swollen, pregnant body all over my cock.” With that in mind, I hold on to your hips as I help you get a rhythm going. I buck my hips up in pleasure, moving even deeper inside you as I watch your incredible pregnant body bounce on top of me. “Good, very good,” I tell you. “You are learning quickly! You’ll have more chances than this, of course, after I knock you up again and again.Our brood is going to be huge…
I ride you as best I can while my belly strains and spasms, bouncing on your cock as steadily as I can. It penetrates so deep, nearly nudging at my g-spot. I moan and grunt as I fuck myself on your cock, my pussy throbbing. I hold my belly with one hand to keep it from moving too much, but I don’t even bother trying to keep my heavy tits from bouncing. They leak milk in spurts and dribbles, and droplets roll down the curve of my belly. I can feel how low it hangs, how ready I am to birth our child.
“I need to push,” I whimper, “I can’t stop myself anymore, I need it…”
“Wait for the next contraction,” I caution. I help you down onto your hands and knees before the next contraction, so you can bear down and push by yourself. Of course, I can’t control my hardness much longer, and I am already getting hard again. “Pleasure me with your mouth,” I growl, moving my erect meat close to your face.
I take your cock in my mouth, bobbing my head vigorously. The motion makes my swollen tits sway and jiggle, and milk drips from my painfully hard nipples. I can feel the beginnings of another contraction, my belly tightening slightly. Then, all at once, it overcomes me, clenching my belly so tight it no longer presses against the floor. I cry out around your cock but keep sucking it as best I can while I desperately push. I feel your baby enter my birth canal and I push as hard as I can, my belly spasming.
As you cry out around my thick cock, I lose control once again, throwing my head back, unleashing a bestial howl. My seed begins to spasmodically blow out of my cock head, splattering all over your lips and chin. After I recover for a moment, I use my recovery period to stroke your arms soothingly as I lock lips with you, briefly tasting my own cum as my tongue explores your mouth. Your desperation to push only speeds my cock’s recovery. “Push now, do it, let our baby fill you up as it grinds out of you. How horny is this making you? This is our biggest fantasy. Let the pain become pleasure, too. Cum as you birth our first!”
I scream out in pain and pleasure as I push, clenching my belly as hard as possible, my whole body shaking. As the first of many babies slowly crowns, it brushes my clit and pushes me over the edge into a massive orgasm. My screams intensify and I push harder and harder, my body rocking and bucking from the intensity of my contraction and my orgasm.
Even knowing how hungry for cock you are right now, I can’t fuck you without hurting you or the baby. So instead, I move to kneel beside your ass as the head begins to crown. I grip my meat in my right hand and begin to pound it, my left hand stroking your bubble ass, drunk with arousal at your shaking, laboring form. My moans of pleasure mix with your screams and grunts, your birthing body continuing to push me well over the edge. “Fuck yeah, your hot pregnant pussy is stretching so tight,” I gasp. “Fuck yourself from the inside as you push our baby out, and then I’ll give your raw pussy the burning fuck you crave. I’m ready to catch it, push it, push it out!” I cum once again, shooting my hot cum all over your back and ass cheeks.
I scream and moan as contraction after contraction grips me. Though I’m still pushing as hard as I can, my progress is slow. I feel another contraction building, stronger than any I’ve experienced. It grips me, my belly tightening in visibly, and i give one more massive push, shrieking gutturally with pain. With an audible pop, the baby slides out of my stretched pussy.
Your straining body has my cock hard for as long as it can possibly go before it hurts, and I am forced to relieve myself all over your ass and back just to give my aching dick a moment of respite. But when you give that final push, I’m already prepared, moving quickly to cut the cord, wrap up our firstborn in a blanket, and remove excess fluids from its sinuses before it gives a strong, healthy cry. “It’s a girl,” I tell you, a warm smile on my face for you. “You did it, baby. She’s as beautiful as you.” I move to gently place her in the bassinet before I turn back to you. My smile becomes a wolfish grin, and I look over your still swollen, pregnant form. “Are you ready to get the next one moving out?” I ask, my thick cock stiffening once more. “We’ve got so much fun to have before you push out the next one…”
Interesting story. The author has a couple other good ones too.
By Shashukerome
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An epidemic was spreading around the world, causing sickness and death to toddlers not older than two. Even unborn babies were affected as well when more cases of miscarriage were reported. Babies became so sick and were unable to grow properly. Whenever they were given milk or baby food they would threw up blood. Babies became malnourished and died soon after. It had been two years, and there had been no signs of the pandemic stopping because more mothers lost their babies before they were even born.
Botanist-turned-scientist Nina Samuels discovered a method of speeding the process of pregnancy and helping future mothers to have healthy babies by using growth serum. Video documentaries of her were found weeks later in the lab at her home. But Nina was nowhere to be found.
Video 1
The first video showed a completely nude black-haired female lying on an inclined bed in what seems to be a laboratory, or a hospital room. There were medical equipments and glass beakers containing various chemicals on a table beside her. A tray was attached at the end of the bed. The female appears to be Nina Samuels, the missing scientist. A spotlight was hanging over her head, illuminating her figure.
She was shown to be in a state of pregnancy; there was quite a big bump in her midsection. Judging from the size, the pregnancy seemed to be in the last trimester. The camera was placed in front of the bed, facing the scientist who looks as if she was in labor. She was panting and moaning loudly, rubbing her contracting swollen belly. Her perky breasts rested atop of it, rising up and down following her breathing. Her whole body was drenched in sweat, and her hair was matted on her forehead which she did not bother to fix. When the pain seemed to subside, she was finally able to speak, looking directly at the camera.
“Ugh, that was too intense. Good day everyone. My name is Nina Samuels. As you can see right now, I am in a full blown labor.” She stopped to catch her breath. “I am having contractions every two minutes, but I think it’s getting closer. I can feel it.” She ran her hands along the base of her belly as she spoke.
She didn’t even bother about her state of undress when she addressed her audience, as if she’d done this many times. She exhaled heavily before she continued, “Let me explain about my condition. About 9 days ago, I am not even pregnant. I will elaborate more on that after I’ve given birth. I have been in labor for about 5 hours now, and it’s getting close for the birth. I’m actually giving birth to a… Ohhhhhh here it comes!” She groans loudly, clutching her belly.
“I can feel it! The egg…it’s descending down. I think….gnnnnnhhh I think I’m gonna push!” she cried as she spread her legs wide on the bed, showing her vagina in full view of the camera. It was fully dilated. She gripped both her knees and pushed hard, her face beet red as she strained hard. Her vagina was pulsating as she pushed. Her groan became louder before she stopped to pant. Her contraction lasted for about a whole minute. She continued to rub her belly and breathed slowly.
“Oh my God. That was painful.” She rested her head on the pillow behind her head and took a deep breath before she looked at the camera again. “That was my first push. For your information, I am actually giving birth to an egg. A chicken egg, to be precise. The egg was injected with a Growth Serum that I have produced in this very laboratory. I’ve injected enough for it to grow to the size of an ostrich egg. I…”
She grimaced suddenly, her mouth wide open. Clutching her contracting belly, she bore down again while deeply grunting. Her vagina was opening wider now, bulging as she pushed, but nothing came out of her yet. She stopped pushing to pant before she bore down again. Her vagina formed a tear-shaped opening, and slowly the tip of an egg can be seen peeking out. Nina released her push and slumped back to the bed. The tip of the egg that was barely seen retreated back into the folds of her vagina.
She managed to recompose herself before she spoke to the camera, “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before, ladies and gentlemen. Only—never with anything in this size. I have a feeling that it might be bigger than I intended it to be.” She became wide-eyed suddenly as she said, “Oh my god here it comes again!”
She spread her legs even wider, gripping her knees and bore down again, harder than her previous attempts. Her groans echoed throughout the room. This time, her effort paid off as more of egg became visible and started to stretch her opening. She continued pushing, her head towards her chest and her face contorted in pain. The egg emerged quickly and in a matter of minutes the egg was crowning. She stopped and panted wildly. The egg stayed crowning; the only way blocking its exit is her stretched labia. She lowered one hand down towards her sex.
“There it is, there it is,” she whispered, her breath ragged and short. Her hand stayed there for a while, brushing the tip of the egg. She removed her hand and placed it on her belly, gripping on it as she pushed again. Her belly went rigid, from the powerful contraction and her bearing down. Her sex bowed outward to accommodate the size of the egg.
“It’s comingggggggggg argghhhhhhh!” she screams as the egg crowned slowly to the widest point, causing her labia to stretch and thin. The egg pried her open even more before it stopped halfway, too big to pass. She stopped pushing and gasped loudly, clearly in pain. But the odd thing was that if people observed closely, they can see that the egg seemed to slowly grow bigger whilst still stuck between her vagina. The egg’s size was almost as big as a rugby ball!
“Oww it burnssss!” she hissed, her fingers grasping the flesh of her inner thighs to help relieve the pain and open up her vagina. Her eyes dart towards her less swollen belly, dropping low now that the egg is almost out. “Hahhhh hahhh it burnsssss! Fuck!” she swore loudly. She smacked the back of her head repeatedly against the pillow, as if hoping that the pain would be transferred somewhere else other than her private area. The egg was halfway in and halfway out, grossly opening her vagina in a wide circle.
Her breathing was more quick and sharp as she waited for the next contraction. When it assaulted her, she pushed down hard while gripping the egg on both sides to try maneuvering it out. The egg seemed to be wedged pretty good because it didn’t budge, as if it was planted there firmly. She seemed to momentarily panic because of that, but she put her chin to her chest and bore down hard again, hands now gripping both sides of the bed. Her legs shivered as she pushed, not holding anything back. Judging by the desperate look on her face, she did not try to hide the fact that the birth was not going as well as she thought.
She squirmed on the bed and opened her legs wider to allow an easier exit for the egg. She grabbed the egg and tried pulling it out while she pushed, and held her push for too long her face turned deep red. When she released the push she was almost hyperventilating. She sucked in another deep breath and push again for quite a while before stopping. She pushed again, and again, taking deep breaths in between, and the pattern went on for about 20 minutes. Still, the egg didn’t budge.
When pulling the egg out did not seem to work, she stretched her vaginal lips, although it has already been stretched too thin by the egg. Her inner muscles seemed to grip the egg too hard it was essentially lodged firmly inside of her and blocking the egg’s movement. Finally, she hunched down and pulled the egg again, and this time she pushed with renewed strength while screaming. She screamed so loud that the veins on her head became visible.
The egg plopped out of her as she released the egg with a loud cry. The egg rolled down the bed into the awaiting tray. Birth fluids seeped out of her vagina into the sheet of the bed. She slumped back hard against the bed in exhaustion. Her chest rose up and down wildly as she tried to recover her breathing. Her belly now shrunk evidently, but still looked a little bloated and saggy. Then she looked down at the egg now lying in the tray, covered in birth fluids.
“Will you look at that?” she said, smiling despite her ordeal. She closed her legs carefully, as every movement caused her to wince. She crouched forward to pick up the egg. She held it up and cradled it to her breasts. “It definitely is bigger than an ostrich egg.”
Video 2
The video showed Nina, seated in a chair in front of a table, with the camera directly facing her.
“Hello again everyone. It’s Nina Samuels. Two days ago, I’ve given birth to an egg a.k.a Exhibit C10, as shown in the video. Sorry if that took you by surprise. I needed a strong start for people to pay attention. I am a scientist, and I have created The Growth Serum used to enhance the size of the egg.” She lifted up the egg, which apparently grew bigger within days, from rugby ball-sized to an oval soccer ball-sized.
“I work alone on this project because I wasn’t given authorization by my supervisor to carry on with this experiment. But I did it anyway, and that is why I do not have anyone with me. The risk for this experiment is for me alone to handle. The egg is a step forward for me to determine the failure or success of The Growth Serum. And if it succeeds, I can take a step forward into the project and thus using the Serum to save the world’s population.”
She cleared her throat before she spoke again.
“I do not condone experimentation on animals, but for this serum to be safely used on human babies, I’ve injected the serum on some animals also. No animals were harmed or perished during this experiment.” She got up slowly and measured her steps carefully, as the pain and soreness from the egg birth were obviously still affecting her body. She walked behind the camera and carried the camera as she walked somewhere. She stopped in front of a cage, and inside it contained a big rat and a hamster.
“Exhibit A16 and A17. I injected the mothers with the epidemic cells, and then injected their embryo form with the serum inside the womb of their mothers.” A clip was included, showing both the baby hamster and rat separately right after they were born. The video showed fast-forwarded progress of the rapid growth of both animals in the course of a week. Both animals were developing in big sizes and good health.
The video is switched back to Nina looking at the camera again. “None showed symptoms of sickness or became malnourished. Both grew healthy and strong. After the success of the test, I’ve moved on to testing a serum-injected organism to stay inside a human womb for a period of time, my womb to be exact.“
“I need to grow the egg inside a womb. An egg is easier to use to stimulate birth compared to, say, live animals. I do not want to torture animals more than I think I already have, so growing animals inside a human womb is out of the question. I also do not own an incubator to monitor growth of organisms due to lack of resources, and since I’m a woman,” she shrugged, “might as well use my own womb.”
“I’ve never given birth before, so I have read everything about childbirth and watched birth videos. In order to make this experiment safer for my body, I am practicing to prevent errors and miscalculations. To prepare myself for that, I have tried to…how to say this politely,” she paused, looking unsure before she continued, “insert objects into my vagina.” She added quickly, “But not for sexual purpose. It’s to stimulate childbirth.”
“Previously, I’ve experimented with various objects and organisms. This,” she held up a palm-sized ball, “is the first object that I’ve inserted in my vagina. This is inflatable and very soft, so it’s safer for me to try and stretch my vagina.”
She included a clip of herself in a squatting position, wearing only lab coat that was fully buttoned and nothing underneath. The camera then zoomed in on her vagina bulging out and the ball halfway out from it. The labia around the ball are flaming red and stretched tightly. Her slow heavy breathing can be heard from the background. Then her breathing turned to soft groans. The ball emerged out slowly from her opening. Then, the wet ball shot out of her vagina on the floor with a soft thump.
The video switched back to Nina once again. Next she held up a strawberry with the size of a small cantaloupe. “Exhibit B27. This strawberry is the first plant that I’ve injected with the growth serum. It grew to this size in approximately 21 hours, since plants absorb this serum more quickly.”
Again, another clip of her was included, only in a different position; she was lying flat on her back, just like in the previous egg birth experiment, seemingly on top of a table, with her legs spread wide open towards the camera. She was still wearing a lab coat with nothing underneath, but the buttons from her stomach down were loosened. The outline of a big, odd-looking lump can be seen on her abdomen, just below the belly button.
She lifted her lab coat towards her breasts to expose more of the odd lump on her belly. “I’m going to push it out now,” she said to the camera, her face came into view from between her legs. She then proceeds to push. Her face showed a slight strain as she pushed, looking down towards her private area. Then the tip of the strawberry can be seen poking out from her vagina.
She pushed again and more of the abnormally big strawberry poked out from her vagina. She massaged the area above the lump, probably trying to ease out the fruit or fix the position. Then she tried to push again harder this time, evident strain can be heard from her voice. The strawberry slowly made its way out bit by bit, only the widest part was still inside of her. Nina moved her bottom to make herself more comfortable. After inhaling a deep breath, she pushed again, this time letting out a long moan. After pushing for almost 10 minutes while grunting and massaging the lump in her lower abdomen, the strawberry popped out of her along with fluids from her vagina. Then she walked towards the camera and shut it down.
Her face came into view of the camera once again in the current video, still holding up the strawberry.
“This strawberry was difficult to put in, but it was fairly easy to push out. Although as you already saw, I struggled quite a bit because it grew more even after I inserted it in. it was only supposed to grow to the size of an orange initially.” She put the strawberry down.
“I realized that the egg birth was quite difficult, as you can see from the previous video. I had a panic moment there because the egg was stuck. I almost gave up pushing and wanted to break the egg. Luckily I did not tear during the process. If you’re wondering why I am not removing the egg surgically, well, I refuse to do so for I am not that well-equipped, and since I work alone, it will be quite a mess, don’t you think?”
Nina looked intently at the camera as she said the next words. “The egg was a huge success for me,” she said. “Not only am I able to grow the egg inside of my womb, I was also able to stimulate a real, though rapid pregnancy and birth. I’ve injected myself with labor pain stimulant at the end of the egg growth stage, which I also produced, all for the purpose of this experiment. So, all the pain that I went through was real. The contractions, the crowning…” She shivered slightly, as if still reliving the pain.
“All in all, I want to make a scientific breakthrough with this. If I injected a suitable amount of serum into an embryo, it will grow strong and healthy. When the embryo grows strongly in the womb, it should be immune to any sort of disease that will weaken or kill it. And hopefully after it was born, it will grow into a healthy child. Then we can overcome the epidemic. It’s a long term experiment with risks of errors and failures. And…the only way we can be sure of its success is to test it out—with a human embryo.”
She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes and expelled her breath in one big blow. Her gaze towards the camera was intense and determined. “Well ladies and gentlemen, let’s have a baby now, shall we?”
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You are an extremely naive and religious young woman and I am the minister at your church. After I trick you into having sex with me at your most fertile time, I find an excuse to get you to live with me while your belly grows with our child. You have no idea what's happening, and I don't intend to tell you. Even as your water breaks and your contractions come full force, I take pleasure in watching your confused face as you try desperately to rid your body of whatever is ripping it apart inside
I still can’t figure out what’s wrong. My shirt is so tight over my stomach. I know I’ve been gaining weight for the last few months, ever since my parents left me to live with you while they went off to do charity work on a whole other continent. I’ve tried to lose the weight. It’s been so strange how it’s only been my stomach and my breasts that have gotten bigger.
The horrible cramps started hours ago. I told you I thought something was wrong with me, but you just smiled and said maybe if I walked around some, it would start to feel better.
At first it did. It felt better for a little while, then I’d get cramps again, they’d go away. I’ve been walking around the house, out in the yard for a long time now. The cramps have gotten so bad that I bend double and moan, eventually falling to all fours out in the grass, pressing my hand to my stomach. I can feel it cramping so hard under my hand. When I sit back and lift my shirt, I can see it move a little.
I can’t help but think this is some kind of punishment for something I’ve done. I get to my feet and waddle into the house. It’s so hard to walk, it’s like there’s something inside me, something heavy that keeps getting lower and lower, that keeps spreading something inside me, tearing me open.
I find you sitting in your chair. You’ve been watching me this whole time and you seem amused a little.
“Something’s wrong with me!” I tell you and then groan until I’m screaming and drop to my knees on the floor. Something’s very wet between my legs. I look down. “I think I peed myself,” I gasp, but it doesn’t feel like I did.
“Well, you better go get those pants into the wash,” you say very calmly.
I nod but I can’t move at the moment. I give little scream of anguish, I’m so terrified. What’s happening to me?
It’s hard for me to get up again, but I get to my feet and stagger out into the garage where the washer and drier are. I just barely get my pants and panties off of me when another cramp comes and that heavy thing dropping down inside me gets worse. I hold on to the washer and let out a moaning wail of agony as I sink to the floor.
I can hardly breathe but some instinct tells me to press down, press like I want to get this thing out of me. I can’t stop myself and I feel it move down.
You come into the garage.
“There’s something inside of me!” I sob. I bear down again, hard. When I can stop for just a second. “I think God is punishing me! AghhhhhH! Hnnnnnnnn! Help me!”
You don’t say anything, you just watch. I bear down again and it’s moving, slowly, down inside of me and I think it’s going to come out of me. I feel between my legs. There’s something solid there, something that’s making a bulge.
“Oh god oh god oh god, there’s something coming out!” I wince hard, throw my head back and bear down. Still on my knees, I put my hands on my thighs and press down with all my might. My entire body is shaking with the effort and it burns down there, it burns so badly I can hardly stand it. I’m ripping apart, I can feel it, I’m tearing.
I feel again and something has started to come out of me. I cramp up again and press and it moves, more emerging from me.
“Help me please help me just pull it out!” I beg. “Pull it out of me! God forgive me I’m sorry, make it stop! AGHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I press down so hard that every muscle in my body hurts, but it moves more and I feel it passing through me, I can’t stop, I can’t stop now. I’ve never been in so much pain in my life, but I can’t stop.
Suddenly, it’s out. Blood and water gush out of me. I look down at what’s come out and even I know what it is. A baby.
I look up, trembling. “You…” I’m panting and can hardly catch my breathe. “You did this. You made me have a baby. All this time, you made me have a baby.”
You smile. “Well, now that you’ve done it once, you’ll know what to expect next time, won’t you?”
I start crying and between my legs, so does the baby.
