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12. suggestion: A young woman on Willy Wonkaâs tour snags The Gumâ˘ď¸ and  instead of turning into a blueberry, her skin turns blue and grapefruit  sized blueberries start growing in her womb. Her clothes tear as her  belly expands in front of everyone, her boobs swell with blueberry milk,  and soon she gushes juice and goes into labor. Maybe she has to let the  Oompa Loompas feel her belly and check her cervix as they prep a  delivery room for her. No exploding please, just blueberry birth. c:
A/N: Long time lurker, first time submitting. Hoping to write more in the future. I didnât follow the request in full but I hope this is still enjoyable. Reader is gender neutral but does have breasts and a vagina. Happy reading!- @keket-bumps
My sister had won an exclusive tour of Willy Wonkaâs factory and given our mom couldnât get the time off work to take her and as the only legal adult in the house, it was my responsibility to go with her. I wasnât the biggest fan of sweets, but free candy is free candy. I also couldnât help the excitement bubbling in my stomach, not many people had seen the inside of this placeâat least not in a long while. Mr. Wonka was a tall, spritely man adorned in clashing patterns and colors on his clothes, topped with a suede top hat. His zany attire and attitude added a more fun and whimsical aspect to this day. We were led to many different rooms around the factory, and I noticed Mr. Wonka keeping a keen eye on me. I wasnât sure if I should be flattered or not, the look in his eyes almost seemed sadistic. I feigned ignorance as I looked at all the interesting inventions whirring around the room. We were in the invention room, a testing ground for new innovations to create candy with. Most of the group was watching the pop candy machine, laughing at all the random sparks of electricity that sizzled out. Some were watching the taffy puller twirl through thick globs of the pink substance.
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Imagine you volunteered for an experimental fertility treatment to help pay for college.
You sit in the observation room, waiting. Everything is hospital room sterile and leaves a lingering unease in the pit of your stomach. But you need the money. Besides, the procedure wonât be that bad, itâs just nerves.
Thereâs not much in the room: a cabinet and counter with a sink, the chair youâre seated on, and a strange looking metal saddle with a large rubber nozzle in the center. The implications bring a slight grin to the corner of your lips. But you donât have time to let your imagination run wild as you hear a sound and turn.
The door clicks and swings in, a dark-haired doctor in spectacles walks in. Her smile is warm but professional and you can tell sheâs about to give her prepared spiel that she gives everyone. You almost wish sheâd skip it and go straight to the procedure.
âThank you for volunteering, Iâm Doctor Dubois,â she says and shakes your hand firmly. âNow, I know youâre in the dark about what exactly youâre volunteering for and we do apologize but discretion is of the utmost importance.â
You nod. âYeah, the only thing I know is you guys specialize in fertility?â
âThatâs correct, but I have to warn you, we can tolerate no leaks on this. And a simple NDA wonât suffice. Once I tell you about this experimental procedure, you have to stay here for the duration, even if you opt out.â
This is a sequel to a two-part story I submitted about two years ago called Incidental: The Procedure (Pt. 1) (Pt. 2)
a. Voxlette
(Part 7 of 7)
âNot enough?â Dean was terminally focused on Henryâs big, shiny, heaving, flexing belly. He was growing more desperate. He kept thinking of his ex-wife, how difficult her labor had been. This was clearly as difficult for Henry - a cisgender man, with scientific equipment for birth but no mental armor. They were running out of time.
âHenry, Iâm sorry,â he said. He couldnât meet the other manâs eyes. âIâm the one who put that baby in you. Iâm the one that made you like this. I fucked it into you andâŚnow Iâm going to fuck it out.â
âW-what?â
âItâs the only way,â he spread Henryâs legs to the side, pinning them before he could move. He leveraged his body weight onto Henryâs bent knees with his hands.
a guy in his early 20s going for just a regular medical checkup in a new town, but his doctor (a futa) turns out to be an insatiable birth fetishist. She impregnates him with her ultra-potent seed, and he undergoes a rapid pregnancy and gives birth anally to large multiples in her set up birthing suite, as she coaches him and checks his progress just like any doctor would at a regular birth, though sheâs clearly enjoying herself. Bonus points if she examines him with medical gloves on.
(Part Two of Two)
Henry felt queasy as Dr. Tallis dragged him through the door heâd seen earlier. Why werenât his feet listening to him? It was like they were doing only what his ears heard, not was his mind said, and all his ears could hear was Dr. Tallisâs voice, hoary with sex. It led, not to a lab, but to what looked like another exam room. Only this one was dark, except for the surgical lamps highlighting a much fancier bed, with stirrups and straps and - restraints? The smell of antiseptic hand foam pervaded everything.
He felt bile rise in his throat, and it burned his mouth as it splashed on the floor. Dr. Tallis looked him over.
âRight on track,â she said to herself. Right on track? Right on track for what!? She deposited him on the bed, which had no sheets, and went to a sink to wash her hands. Henry blinked up into the bright lights, took in the machines which beeped softly. An EKG, an ultrasound machine? A fetal heart rate monitor? It was easy to recognize them - they were available in his companyâs catalogue.
Your master is a fan of cows, eager for you to lactate for him. He already has you wearing a cow print outfit at home, a bikini top and a skirt, the tiny skirt barely obscuring the cow tail buttplug your master insists on. Youâre learning to love it though, because for the sake of a few moos, he fills you with his massive cock; an agonising 7 inches in length and 2 in girth.
Youâve mentioned getting pregnant a couple of times, knowing it would bring in your milk, but your master is against it. He doesnât want children. So you take a different approach. In the throws of passion, you whisper to him how desperate for his cock you would be. You wouldnât just crawl to the door to greet him, youâd be there, an utter mess, milk dripping all over your body, over your swelled stomach, onto the floor, where youâre masturbating furiously, so horny and needy for your masterâs cock.
You have to do this for several weeks, easing him into the idea, and trying not to show how much you want to get pregnant, to be able to rub your huge belly as bask in parenthood. Maybe your master would even take you out on walks, heavy belly and tits swinging low as you crawl after him. You know however, that just one child wonât satisfy you.
You have a friend in biochemistry that you reach out to for fertility medication, and swap them with your contraceptive pill. Itâs a huge breach of your masterâs trust, and you know if he finds out, heâll punish you, but youâve got it into your head that you need this and if your master only agrees to one pregnancy, you might as well find out what multiples feel like.
Luckily, about a week into your fertility medication, your master tells you to stop taking the pill. Heâs finally agreed to impregnate you.
The sex that day is fast, hard, and has you spewing the dirtiest thoughts imaginable, getting him to cum into you several times over. You ache from all the sex, but feel so good at the same time.
To make certain his seed has taken, you are given a number of pregnancy tests to take. One each morning as your master leaves for work. If itâs negative, he fucks you until youâre bow legged. The first three come back negative and you lie about two more, all the while still sneaking your fertility drugs. You do the cleaning and garbage, so your master doesnât doubt you, patting your head fondly and fucking you like usual.
He suckles your breasts every day after the positive test, three times a day and more on the days he doesnât work. Other than that they get sore and swollen from all the attention, you do pretty well for couple of weeks before tiredness and morning sickness come in, leaving you weak and nauseous for three months. Your master still fucks you, and you are still happy to spread your legs, and tell him you love what heâs done to you, but it does mean you spend longer sleeping than normal.
As you donât have your belly covered unless you leave the house, it doesnât take either of you long to notice youâre showing eariler than expected. It sends a thrill through you, and you wonder how many babies you have inside your womb. Your master frowns a little and tells you to stop sleeping so much, not wanting you to gain too much weight from the baby. You nod and promise that you wonât.
Your belly continues to swell over the next two months and your tits grow much faster than either of you expected. Now 5 months along with GGâs bulging out of your bikini top, you look at least 8 months along. You expected your master to be angry, but your milk came in last night, spurting everywhere as you orgasmed on his cock. You had to clutch your heavy stomach quickly as he shoved you back, leaning over you and wrapping his mouth around one nipple, taking long hard sucks that had you squirming, face red with blush, cumming again and stirring your children. Your stomach is alive with movement and as you gasp and buck your hips as your master drinks from you, you rub your huge belly, trying to calm your children. Your hand knocks your masters and you belatedly realise heâs stroking your stomach too. You look down to see his still guzzling your tit milk and smile, feeling so happy about the whole situation.
By month six, youâre waddling about the house, sometimes on your feet, sometimes on all fours. Your master has given you a larger outfit, as your previous one is near tearing, so big have your hips and boobs become. Kindly, your new bikini holds your breasts to your chest comfortably, the weight of the milky orbs not weighing you down. Your master also requests that you milk yourself every few hours. Some you know is donated to adoptive parents, some your master consumes, and some he has you ingest. You have almost the same amount of sex now as you did when trying to conceive, but now itâs with a heavy, shifting weight in your lap, milk flowing from your breasts with each thrust, soaking the sheets, or the floor when you arenât having sex in bed.
Today, your master came into the kitchen while you were cooking. He has you with your hands and leaking tits to the wall, gripping your hips firmly as he pulls you on and off his cock, stomach jiggling as you pant and moan, mooing like the breeding cow heâs made you into. Each time one of your children kicks, your pussy clenches, drawing a moan from your master, and making his next thrust that much harder. Neither of you last long these days, orgasming minutes into each session. Your master can still shoot more than one load though, and still fills you to the point of leaking, not stopping until heâs completely flacid.
When you arenât rutting like animals, and once all your housework is done, he has you sit on his lap to watch tv, your naked pussy wet and leaking cum on his lap while he rubs your belly.
âHave you worked how many are inside?âYou shake your head, leaning on him and panting softly. You feel so damn heavy and tired all the time, but those hands on your belly feel so good. A flurry of kicks go for your masterâs hand and he pats your belly softly, chuckling.
âWeâll find out soon then. Iâve booked you for a scan.â
A scan. That meant going outside. You flush, finding yourself rocking gently in his lap.
âDo you like that, my sweet cow?â You nod and he raises one hand to take your breast. âThen drink with me, I want to make sure youâve been drained properly.â You nod and twist your other breast, putting the nipple between your lips and suckling, drinking your own breastmilk as your master drinks from the other. You take over stroking your belly as his hand comes down to rub your soaking pussy and clit, pleasuring you without entering.
The next day, it occurs to you both that you have nothing to wear to the hospital. You still don your bikini top, though it has again begun to tighten, your milk jugs growing into H cups. On top, your master has chosen an old summer dress. It makes your tits look even bigger and you start to pant after only a half hour of wear, itâs so tight on your stomach. You havenât worn underwear since becoming his pet, so neither of you consider any clothing on your lower half, leaving your pussy dangerously close to exposure as you go to your appointment.
Triplets, youâre told. Large ones. Youâre apparently measuring the same as a mother full term with a single child and are in good health which pleases you both. On the way home, your master pauses at a park. He reaches into the glove compartment and pulls out your leash. Your eyes light up like saucers, you havenât been on a walk since before getting pregnant! You wriggle in your seat, eagerly exposing your neck for your collar. He reaches over, running a hand down your stomach before sliding under your dress. Your belly forces you to sit with your legs slightly apart, meaning you donât have to move them for him to check how wet the situation is making you. The seat is soaked as is your pussy, making him chuckle. He asks you to get out, opening his own door and walking around.
You ease yourself out of the car with all the grace of a shored whale, holding your belly to try relieve some of the weight, stumbling and leaning back on the car. Your master puts a comforting hand on your shoulder and kisses you, and gestures you into the park woods. You walk together, his arm wrapped protectively around you as you enter the treeline, hiding you both from view. He helps you remove your dress, and attaches your collar and leash, binding you to a tree so that he can fill you before your walk. Pussy slick with your mixed juices, he takes the leash in hand and you slip to your hands and knees, curiously crawling around the woods. Semen dribbles down your thighs and your bikini top gets heavy as your arousal gets them leaking again. You see the occasional person, and it sends your heart a flutter, knowing you canât get away if they see you. No one turns your way though, and if they do, you are usually hidden by trees or thick grass. It doesnât make you any less excited though.
You have to stop often to rub your belly, your children not always comfortable when crawling. It hangs low from your body, occasionally rubbing on a rock or raised tree root. You moo freely, the noise loud enough for only your master to hear. He rewards you with petting and rubbing your exposed sex, fucking you twice more before you turn back.
Back in the car, he has you get in the back, where the windows are tinted, and exposes your breasts to feed, drinking for what feels like half an hour before releasing you and getting into the driverâs seat. You remain in the back, panting and drooling slightly, hands rubbing your belly near constantly, moaning occasionally.
The back seat is also drenched when you finally get out, waddling as fast as you can, back arched pressed to the base of your spine and the other holding the underside of your belly.
You collapse to the ground almost immediately upon arriving home, struggling to expose yourself and masturbate, one hand on your breast, milking it. Your master smiles at you, even as he tries to sound displeased. âSuch a mess.â He helps you out of your dress before going out to get the car seats cleaned.
The next morning, you awake feeling sore and full, belly looking even bigger than yesterday. You rub it lovingly and slowly sit up, ready to go pee, when you feel something odd. Reaching down, you discover not only is your ass plugged, but your pussy too!
âYou can only take it out for the toilet, sex and birthing,â your master tells you, watching you with a smile from his laid down position. You blush at the mention of birthing and nod in understanding.
You both love and hate your new toy. There was no mention of masturbating, which meant you couldnât remove it to relieve your sexual frustration. It makes everything tidier, as less fluid leaks from you, but you find yourself cumming almost every hour, filling your channel with pussy juices and soaking your tits with their own milk.
Month eight rolls by and you find yourself mostly in bed, moving only when your master helps you up, even if itâs just for sex. Everytime your plug is removed, juices flow out, making you think your water has broken. But is hasnât. You havenât felt any contractions, but your hips ache from all the sex and you know theyâve gotten wider as you strain to wear your skirt. This is when your master decides to remove your clothing, only leaving the plugs.
J cup tits hang from you when you crawl, and sit on your belly, leaking at the most minor provocation. Your children have grown to make you feel and look like a hippo, belly now huge enough to touch the floor no matter what you try when on all fours. When you sit, it spreads your thighs wide and when you walk, your gait is wide and slow. You bend over a lot on counters, rails and chairs, tired from moving, and your master takes it as invitation for a good fucking, making you come in moments.
Itâs during one of these moments, leaning on the kitchen counter, that you come, spraying liquid all over the kitchen floor. The excessive amount of liquid surprises you, until you think about how low your stomach has been lately. And the sudden lance of pain making you shudder confirms it.
âI-Iâm giving birth!â you tell your master, who nods, but doesnât remove his cock, thrusting evenly into you. You whimper and shake as he fucks you to another orgasm, the contractions far enough apart that neither of you are bothered about moving.
âI can feel them,â your master says. âYour contractions feel so tight on my cock. I want to fuck you until my children come.â You nod and carefully, he gets you onto your knees, not once pausing in his thrusts. You come again before the first oneâs head comes down your birth canal. Moaning and crying out, you writhe as you feel the need to push. Your master shifts his grip so that heâs rubbing your clit and suckling as you give birth, his cock not receding until it bumps against his progeny.
Youâre cumming as your son falls free from your womb, afterbirth following. You pant and your master eases you onto your back and places the child at your breast. The next one, a girl, arrives an hour later and the final boy not long after.
Sweaty and exhausted, it takes you a long moment before you feel a cold gel being squirted into you. You open your eyes to find your master squirting lube into you, his cock at full mast.
â⌠Master?â
âIâve always wanted a farm.â
(A very special thank you to @feeling-pushy for this art, which was a gift when I got sick!! It's so sweet and so perfect. đ And, of course, thank you to my lovely Patrons, who helped choose how this story went! It started as a piece of writing that I never got to finish...and now it's been finished! đâ¨đ§¸)
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The bright, cheerful sunlight streamed into the room, making all the colors seem more vivid. It was a gorgeous, warm summer day, and Grace was spending it in the absolute best way she could think of.
Nuzzling her face against the firmly-stuffed panda bear tucked under one arm, Grace took a deep inhale and slowly let it out, her eyelashes fluttering against her lightly flushed cheeks. The panda bearâs soft fur felt good against her face, and she felt comfort clutching it against her sore breasts.
Her other arm laid stretched out along the side of the inflatable pool, the painted fish dancing along the clear plastic sides casting bright splashes of light onto the walls. Sheâd bought this just in time. It really was a case of good timing, she thought to herself. Who knows what she would have done if this had happened a couple months later in the year?
Shifting a little bit and turning a little more onto her side, Grace let out a soft groan, just at the feeling of her heavy belly adjusting and moving with her. However, it came to rest against one of her longer plushies, a soft marshmallow dog, and a small smile flickered on her face as she stretched. This really had been a good idea.
She hadnât told anybody where she planned to give birth, of course. They would all think she was crazy. And maybe she was, a little. But when going through something like thisâŚit was her wants above everything else, wasnât it?
So sheâd found the cutest kiddy pool she could, laid a plush blanket on the bottom, and filled it with as many of her big, soft plushies as she could fit. She wanted to be surrounded by them, have them touch her at all times, have them be her midwives as she brought her new baby into the world.
Sheâd climbed into the pool just after her water broke, after sheâd tied her hair back with her favorite rainbow scrunchie and pulled on her well-loved, light pink Hello Kitty shirt. It fit more like a dress, and she feltâŚsafe, warm, and snuggled wearing it.
With every contraction, as she stretched, wriggled, and felt herself opening wider and wider, she leaned on and clutched at her plushies for support. Sheâd used them as headrests when leaning forward against the wall of the pool, tucked them under her feet when she needed to prop up, and laid the slightly firmer stuffed ones on her chest for pressure and company.
It had only been a couple of hours, at most, but Grace could feel her baby sitting low, so low in her pelvis, and she knew it was time. Taking a few deep breaths, she snuck a hand between her legs and pressed on her puffy, slightly wet vulva, and smiled, purring and nuzzling her face harder against her panda bear.
Keeping her hand there, Grace slowly lifted her leg and rested her ankle up on the side of the pool, a soft giggle escaping her at the squeaking sound it made against her bare skin. Opening her eyes, she blew out a slow exhale and looked down at herself, her eyes glittering and sparkling with excitement.
With a soft bite of her lower lip, Grace carefully shifted her hips. How close was she, actually? She knew her baby was low, but that was about all she knew. She needed to check.
Turning her face into her soft panda plush for grounding and support, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she gingerly inserted two fingers into her vagina.
Close. She was so close. A smile flitted across her face as she felt just how open she was. However, the prodding at her cervix caused another contraction to rev up, pressing against her lower back, and she quickly removed her fingers.
Rolling slightly more onto her side, she let her leg be supported by the side of the tub, her hand falling into the softness of blankets and plushies as she centered her breath. Slowly. In and out. Focus on that opening feeling.
She clutched the panda closer to her face as she dragged in a deep inhale, then moaned it out in a lightly shaking voice. Her belly moved with her effort, rolling and shifting against the plush blanket and the soft marshmallow dog resting against her.
Calmed and reassured by their presence, Grace pulled in another deep breath, then allowed herself to moan a little louder on her exhale. It felt good to use her voice. Like she was gaining power and releasing the energy of the contraction at the same time.
After a few moments, a few more long, moaned breaths, the contraction subsided, and Grace let her eyes flutter open, panting with her efforts. Her eyes flitted across all of the plushies here in the pool with her, across the pastel colors of the blanket puddled beneath her, and she smiled.
Bracing her elbow against the floor of the pool, she lifted her leg off of the side of the pool and brought it back down, flipping herself onto her back and propping her head up on her big purple teddy bear. She looked down at herself, palming her belly and drawing her hand up and down the curve.
It would be time to push, soon. A huge smile spread across her face at the idea, and she couldn't help but giggle a little bit.
"Okay."
Grace softly blew out her breath, then braced her hands on the floor of the pool, panda still tucked under her arm, and carefully began to push herself more upright.
"Hokay...let's...let's figure this out." She murmured, at first to no one in particular. "Up...I wanna be...more up."
Turning herself around, she giggled again, softly, at the squeaky rubber sounds of the pool. The soft smile and rosy cheeks of her big marshmallow dog came into view, and as silly as it felt, she immediately began to speak to him instead of to herself.
"Here, can you...can you tuck under here..." Rising up onto her knees, she scooted the pillowy body of the dog until it was under her belly, supporting the heavy globe.
"And then you..." she shifted the panda into her hand and rested her on the rim of the pool. "Wait here for a second..."
Taking in a deep breath, she rocked back onto her heels, then closed her eyes and busied herself retying her ponytail. She needed to concentrate, feeling that pull inward, toward her baby and toward herself. She needed to center.
"Okay...I might be pushing soon, so I need you guys to...to just stay put and stay close. Remember you guys might get dirty or a little gross but that's okay, cause Dee promised she'd help me clean you guys up and take you to the dry cleaners or the nice laundromat if you need it. So don't worry about that, we just gotta..." ponytail secured, her hands dropped to her thighs, and she rocked her hips subtly side to side, head dropping forward and eyes drifting closed. "We gotta get this baby here..."
With her next deep inhale, without opening her eyes, she reached out and pulled her plushies closer, wanting to feel them against her skin. By feel, she could tell most of them apart. The axolotl with the silky iridescent scales, the wispy feathers of the flamingo, the worn tight curly wool of the big squishy sheep.
A soft moan rumbled in her chest as her next contraction began, and she rose up onto her knees, belly resting on the marshmallow dog, and leaned forward onto the side of the pool, grabbing the panda bear in both arms and shoving her face into her belly.
It was time. Her baby was coming. As the contraction crashed into her, she could feel fluid leaking, running in tiny rivers down her thighs. Grace gasped softly, then pushed her knees a bit further apart, thankful for the softness of the blanket underneath her and the pressure of her friends against her sides and hips.
A soft grunt bubbled in Grace's chest as the contraction rolled through her, her breath catching in her throat and then slowly escaping. She sat further down into her hips, then lifted back up onto her knees, shoulders tensing and grip tightening around the soft panda bear.
Following her instincts, letting herself being guided by her body, Grace pulled in another deep breath and slowly let it go. She was almost there. Almost, but not quite. What did she need? What did her baby want, what did her body need?
Letting go of the panda and the side of the pool with one hand, Grace palmed her belly, sliding her fingers between her and the marshmallow puppy cradling the lower curve. She pressed in a bit, then inhaled as she slid her hand slowly up to the top of her belly.
Giving a gentle, steady pressure, she slid her hand down the heavy curve, massaging deep into her skin and focusing on opening, on low, on down. Another low sound rumbled in her chest, and she let it come, rocking her hips forward slightly so her belly pressed tightly against the puppy between her knees.
As her hand slid back down again, her fingers found the paw of one of her older plushies, a light brown teddy bear that was floppy from ages of cuddling and washing. Grasping his paw in her hand, she pressed her own palm and his paw to the underside of her belly, letting a deep moan rumble in her chest.
She could do this. Surrounded by softness and support, this baby was coming. She just needed to relax and let it happen.
Slowly and carefully, Grace rode through the next couple of contractions. Hips swaying, belly hanging low between her thighs, hands alternating massaging her belly with the help of her longtime soft friend and the support of her panda underneath her head. She was tired, but she knew it was only a matter of time before...
At the peak of her contraction, her eyes popped open, breath sticking in her throat as she straightened her back and lifted up on her knees. Staring into the middle distance, Grace slipped her fingers between her legs, using the pads of her fingers to feel...
With a soft gasp and shaking fingertips, Grace traced her opening, touching the just visible top of her baby's head. It was soft, squishy, and damp. A huge smile bloomed across her face, and she squealed a soft laugh, tipping her head back and clutching at her teddy bear's paw with the other hand.
"Oh! Oh there's my baby! Hi baby! Hello! Oh my god I'm having a baby...I'm having a baby!" She gasped, giggles of joy bubbling from her and bouncing her belly between her thighs. Pulling in a huge breath of air, she pursed her lips and blew it out as slowly as she could, shifting her hips carefully to one side and then the other as she relaxed and felt her baby's head slip back inside.
The smile still on her face, Grace melted into a soft moan, raising up fully on her knees and leaning hard on the edge of the pool. "Okay...okay. Mmmh. We got this. Ohhh, baby's right there...!"
She shakily palmed her opening, then slid her hand up, fingers brushing past her clit before grabbing onto the squeaky edge of the pool.
With a soft hitch of breath, Grace bowed her head and nuzzled her nose into the soft fur of her panda bear, eyes sliding closed. The pool edge squeaked underneath her as she slightly adjusted her position, and a smile flickered the corner of her mouth.
The contraction was fading, and as she explored her opening with the pads of her fingers, she felt her baby's head gently retreat, sliding back inside. The bulge of their head remained, though, and she palmed herself, taking in a deep, shaky breath and letting it out.
"Ohh, I'm having a baby...I'm having a baby!" Grace whimpered, voice muffled by the plushie under her head. A soft gasp, and she slid her fingers up to press on her clit, the bundle of nerves sending a thrill running down her spine.
She was so happy. Surrounded by softness, her baby under her hand, doing things exactly the way she envisioned them...nothing could be better. With a soft whimper, Grace began to gently rub circles around her clit with the pads of two fingers, letting her mind wander to thoughts of her heavy belly, the wideness and openness of her hips, the softness and squishyness of the panda underneath her cheek, the dog cradling her belly, the teddy pressed to the side of her belly.
Her whimpering turned to a soft moan as she widened her knees a bit, sinking into her hips as she rubbed herself. This was happening, and she was safe, and she felt...beautiful. Her free arm dangled over the edge of the pool, fingers relaxed and open, and Grace let herself feel- heavy, pregnant, laboring, and ready.
The next contraction, spurred by the stimulation of her rubbing, crashed into her hips a moment later, but Grace was ready. Her breath hitched in her throat for only a moment, hips twitching, but she very quickly sunk back against the pool and moaned, lips parted and voice rumbling in her chest.
Pleasure and love running through her body, Grace slid her fingers down to her opening and felt- there was her baby, just a teardrop peek of their head. A soft squeal of happiness bubbled from her, and she quickly slid her fingers back up to press against herself as the squeal fell and turned into a deep, grunty moan without her permission.
She needed to push. It was time.
Grace pulled in a deep breath, filling her lungs and imagining the oxygen flowing down to her baby. She pursed her lips and slowly blew the air out, a small shiver rolling down her spine. Sliding her fingers down to press lightly against her opening, a small smile flickered across her face as she felt her baby's head retreating.
Once the contraction also pulled away, she grabbed the panda under her head and sat up, looking down at herself. A new position would be nice, she needed to feel more open before she gave in to that pushing urge.
With a soft humming purr, Grace sat back on her heels, pulling her hand from between her legs and wiping her fingers off on the hem of her shirt.
"Okay. Okay...let's...do this." She whispered, half to herself to her baby and half to the plushies surrounding her. Tucking the panda into her elbow, she turned and sat fully down, grabbing the long sausage dog and tucking him back behind the small of her back. Pressing her heels together, she tucked her feet closer to her hips, butterflying her knees. Her thighs rested against the fluffy flamingo and the long snake, and she couldn't help but huff a couple of soft breaths as she grabbed up her old teddy bear and nuzzled him against her belly.
"Hah. Hahhh." Grace moaned, leaning back on one hand and letting her head fall back. Eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks, and she smiled. "Okay. Alright. You can come right on out, baby. We're gonna catch you...it'll be okay. We got it."
She gripped onto her teddy bear's paw, lifting the other hand and sliding it back between her legs. Fingertips found her clit again, and she inhaled sharply through her nose as waves of pleasure mixed with the incoming contraction.
It was unmistakeable. With the next contraction crashing into her hips, Claire needed to push. Dropping her jaw, she took a couple of big, sighing breaths, readying herself.
She rocked her hips side to side ever so slightly, feeling not only her baby's weight nestled deep into her pelvis but the comforting, loving softness surrounding her, and she couldn't help but smile a bit. It was time. This was it.
Taking in a big, deep breath, she pressed her teddy bear into the side of her belly, curled her head forward, and gave her first push. A gentle grunt bubbled in the back of her throat, melting into a squeal as she felt her baby move down lower.
"Come on, baby. Come on!" She purred, then pushed again, catching her breath in her chest and letting her head fall back toward the ceiling.
She could feel herself swelling, feel fluid trickling free and down her skin, feel the baby moving down and stretching her with each grunt and gentle push. Turning her head to the side, she buried her nose into her panda bear and took a few breaths, giving herself a rest as the contraction ebbed. Her whole body seemed to tingle with excitement and new sensation as she waited.
Her next contraction signaled its approach not too long after, and Grace spread her knees wider to welcome it, lifting her hips up and just off of the floor of the pool. With a deep grunt in her chest, she bowed her head and pushed, curling around her belly.
Nestled in with her plush and the sun warming her skin, Grace gently pushed with each contraction, working alongside the ebb and flow of the pulses. She drifted into a deep focus, eyes closed, fingers stroking the fur and fabric of her friends surrounding her when she rested, and clutching them tight to her belly as she pushed, working to bring her baby down further.
Finally, during a pause, she slowly reached her hand down and stroked her fingertips across her opening, carefully checking for progress.
Grace's fingers gently stroked her opening, and a small smile flickered across her face as she felt just the tiniest bit of her baby's head, no bigger than her fingertip. She gently stroked the spot, then sighed and rested her head back against the pool's edge, returning her hand to her knee. She still had more work to do, but she was, indeed, making progress.
Waiting for the next contraction, Grace shifted her panda in her arm, then rubbed her palm across her belly, pushing her shirt out of the way. Grabbing up the old worn teddy and one of her floppy dogs, she plopped one on top of her belly for the comforting weight, and pressed the other to the side of her belly, the friend sitting on her thigh and leaning against her.
Feeling all the stuffies cuddled so close was an immense comfort, and Grace visibly relaxed as she waited, taking a few deep, sighing breaths. She imagined the air going down to her baby, giving them their own energy to come out and join the world.
A small sound escaped her as the next contraction began to press against her hips and tense up her belly. Sucking in her breath, Grace puffed her cheeks, bowed her head, and immediately began to push, groaning softly at the feeling of opening. She felt...full, and heavy, and round, and she could tell her body was opening.
She huffed out her breath at her push's peak, then immediately took another and fell into her next push, giving a little wriggle against her stuffed animals. Her back arched, and her jaw clenched as she unconsciously gave a deep and pulsing grunt.
What was that?
Her hand darted between her legs, pulling the old stuffed bear with her. She prodded gently with her fingertips, eyes darting open as she found...
...that her baby hadn't moved. The slightly squishy head was still sitting just there at her opening, as if waiting for her.
Grace whined, shifting her hips side to side and cupping herself soothingly with her full hand. "Ohh, come on baby. Come on."
Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself, bowing her head and letting her eyes drift closed. Everything was okay. She just needed to focus. Don't rush. Take everything in and follow her body's signals.
She rested there, cupping herself with her full hand and cuddling the panda bear to her side with the other arm, until the next contraction needled at her lower back. With a grunt, Grace rocked forward, then slowly back. She knew what she needed to do.
Carefully, she rocked forward again, this time rising up on her knees. Taking the panda and the soft teddy with her, she moved forward onto her hands, then flopped down onto her elbows, backside raised in the air and back lengthening. A deep groan bubbled in her chest as she felt herself stretch, felt the weight shift, and felt her hips open. Her face nuzzled halfway into the panda and halfway into the cool scales of the big snake, she inhaled deeply and pushed as soon as she felt settled enough.
Her belly tensed, and she couldn't help but smile a little as she felt the plushies underneath the weight. It was like they were helping her push, reassuring her that she could do this.
With slow and steady grunts rumbling deep in her chest, Grace pushed and rocked her way through her next few contractions, now not even busying herself with checking her progress. She could feel herself opening, slowly but surely, and that was all she needed.
With a loud grunt, Grace released her push as her latest surge ended, sitting up on her elbows and swiveling her hips from side to side. "Come on, little baby. Come on." She panted, ignoring the sweat beading on her forehead. "I'm ready for you...come on."
Through the next half an hour, measured not in minutes but in contractions, Grace continued to push, holding the effort as long as she could each time before grabbing a couple of panted breaths and falling into it again. Being on her hands and knees felt good, and she shifted and rolled her hips as much as possible between contractions and sometimes even between pushes.
However, after a little while, frustration began to bubble up in her chest. She should be holding her baby by now. She should be snuggling them here with all the soft stuffed animals. Was something wrong?
Contraction fading, Grace pushed herself up onto her knees and leaned on the edge of the pool, letting her arms hang outside. Sweat dripped down her temple, and she tilted her head to wipe it off on the sleeve of her shirt before reaching and grabbing at her cell phone. She needed Claire.
Tapping her number was like second nature, and she pressed the green call button before she could think about it too much. Clicking it quickly into speakerphone, she rested the phone on the edge of the pool and dropped her hands back onto the floor of the pool, curling the blankets into her fists and taking a couple deep breaths as she listened to the ringing.
"Hey sugar!" Chirped her best friend's voice, and Grace felt herself relax a little bit just knowing she was there.
"Hey...listen, I'm..." She shifted, licking her lips and letting her eyes close as another contraction nudged at her lower back. "I've been pushing for too long, I dunno if something's wrong..."
Silence, then Claire giggled. "You're in labor? Baby's comin'?"
"Yes. Nngh-" Grace bowed her head as she was overtaken, rolling her hips forward and sinking into her knees. Hauling in a deep, gasping breath, she let herself push, nose crinkling up a little bit.
"Oh. Oh wow. Okay." Claire paused, then immediately began coaching her with a soft, steady voice. "You got this, Gracie. You're already doing it. Push, honey, and on your next break we'll do some checks, make sure everything is okay. Okay?"
Grace could only answer with a soft growled noise as she pushed, belly tensing up against the soft blanket underneath her.
As she took her next deep breath, she tried to recenter her mind, one hand grabbing for the closest plushie. Her fingers found the cool, smooth scales of the snake, and she pulled it a little closer as she grunted.
Grace pushed, letting her body rock backward into her heels. It felt good, she felt like she was opening, but still that it was taking too long. That nothing was progressing as it should.
With a big puff of air and a groan, she released her push, grabbing gulps of air. As she panted, she slowly realized that Claire was still coaching her over the phone, her best friend's voice a welcome lifeline.
"You are doing so well, Gracie. So well, I can tell. Listen, I'm grabbing my keys, I'm on the way there, but I want you, right now, to try to relax. Okay?"
"Okay." Grace panted, nodding her head. "Yeah. Okay. I can...try."
"You got Mr. Fluffkin in there?"
Grace couldn't help but smile, just a little. Claire meant the gigantic plush dog with a bow tie. He'd been a baby shower gift from her bestie, a wink between the only two who knew how Grace intended to give birth.
"Yeah. Yeah, he's...right here- didn't we say he was a doctor? Ohh-" she melted into a groan, almost not hearing Claire laugh.
"That's right! Doctor. Okay, grab onto him, lay on him, and try to think open thoughts. As open as possible. I'm getting in the car, I'm on my way."
Instead of falling into a push, Grace grabbed onto her bestie's voice and tried to listen. Relax. Open. The big plush. Right. Hauling in a deep breath, she slowly rocked her hips side to side and made herself wait out the contraction, letting her body do what work it was going to do.
When it was over, she pushed herself fully back on her heels, then relaxed back onto her butt, letting herself fall back into the arms of Dr. Fluffkin. On second nature, her knees fell open, and her eyelashes fluttered closed as she hummed a deep sigh.
Her next contraction already prodded at her back, signaling. Grace bit her lips and slid one hand down between her legs, fingertips reaching for what she hoped to find.
There it was. She could feel it, just peeking out, squishy and soft. Her baby's head.
Feeling it there gave Grace a surge of strength, and she let her head fall back and a smie spread across her face, her belly bouncing as she tiredly laughed. "Ohhh! Oh, hi! Oh my gosh. Okay. Okay."
Setting her jaw, Grace pulled in a deep breath through her nose, then forcefully blew it out through pursed lips. Nothing was wrong. Her baby was coming. She wasn't alone, Claire was still on the phone and she herself was surrounded by her best plushie friends. She could do this, and was already doing it.
Pulling in another deep breath, Grace let her head fall to the side and rest on her shoulder, her nose crinkling up as she gave a gentle push.
It felt good, especially to use her voice. Grumbles rumbled in her chest as she held the push as long as possible, then relaxed back into Dr. Fluffkin. Another deep, ragged breath in, and another push.
Leaning on one hand, Grace found herself tilting further to the side, her foot coming off of the bottom of the pool almost on instinct. She grabbed behind her knee and tugged toward her chest as she arched her hips toward the ceiling, attempting to think open thoughts through the fog in her brain.
When she released her push, she also released her knee, letting out a few soft whimpers as she slowly laid down on her side, directly on top of Dr. Fuffkin. With her other hand, she grabbed up her floppy teddy and the soft flamingo, tucking them both against and under her belly for support and comfort.
"Ohhh...come on. Come on!" Grace softly pleaded before grabbing behind her knee once more. Tucking her chin to her chest, she fell into another push, the contraction not seeming to ebb anymore.
Grace's nose scrunched as she pushed, snuggled against Dr. Fluffkin and the plushies around her.
As she pushed, finally, something shifted, and she gasped, her eyes popping open and her jaw dropping just before there was a swelling feeling and then a pop. Fluid splashed onto her thigh and dropped onto the blanket beneath her, and Grace slumped in relief, taking a few deep, panting breaths.
"There we go. There we go!" She gasped for breath, then melted into a soft laugh, hand darting from behind her knee to reach between her legs. She was really bulging now, the baby's squishy head obviously having been held back by the sac. A smile spread across her face as she drew her fingers gently up and down her opening a few times before moving her hand back to grab behind her lifted knee.
"All good??" Came Claire's voice from the speaker, crackling with the sound of wind and engine behind her.
"Yep! Yep, yeah, my water broke!" Grace called back, then giggled and let her eyes drift closed as she tried to catch her breath.
"Awesome. I'm well on my way, you just keep pushing whenever you need to, listen to your body and that baby."
"Yep." Grace murmured, then took a deep breath and blew it out through pursed lips.
The next contraction very soon tensed her belly, and she all but melted into a push, amazed at how good it felt now that the bag wasn't there.
With a few soft grunts, she pushed, again and again. With soft pulses, she arched her hips back and forward toward the ceiling and down again.
After a moment, with a wriggle, she wiggled her other hand free from underneath her and slid it between her legs, almost rolling onto her back.
There her baby was, head gently pressing into just the center of her palm. With a breathless laugh, Grace arched her hips into her hand, then hauled in a huge inhale and pushed, her legs trembling.
It was exhilarating. Each time she pushed, bearing down and rumbling her breath in her lungs, she could feel her baby swelling further and further into her palm. She didn't even feel the tiredness anymore, all her focus and all her energy pouring into herself and her baby. The plushies around her, cradling her body with their softness, gave her even further strength.
Turning her face into Dr. Fluffkin, Grace dropped her jaw and cried out as she released her push, her hips twitching as her baby's head slid fully out. Cradled in her palm and supported by the short, soft fur of the panda (who had somehow migrated from being up by her head), the baby immediately began to turn, aided by the pressure of the contraction.
Grace couldn't help but squeal in excitement, fingers exploring her baby's face. Her eyelashes fluttered against her face, and she was vaguely aware of Claire saying something to her over the phone, but she couldn't make out any of the words, too caught up in the euphoria.
Grace panted for breath, slowly releasing the hold on the back of her knee and letting her ankle rest on the edge of the tub instead. The urge to push overcame her, and she drew her now-free hand into a fist, the fingers of the other coming to rest and gently pull at the skin on the side of the baby's head. Taking a big, deep breath, she let herself melt into another push, slowly lifting her hips up toward the ceiling.
The rest happened so quickly, all of the events almost blended together.
The front door opened and in swooped Claire, her best friend immediately kneeling at the edge of the pool and leaning her whole upper body inside, hands outstretched.
Grace let out a loud, excited yell as her baby's shoulders slipped free, her baby almost birthing herself up to her chest.
Both she and Claire caught the baby, Claire with her hands holding the baby's head and Grace cradling the little slippery body- and the panda, snake, and floppy brown dog caught the rest of the baby as she popped free, already flailing her limbs and crying.
It was the cuddliest and softest birth on record, even if it might not have been the gentlest or most serene. But the best part of it all was the little one was born with a bunch of stuffy friends already- ones who would be there for her for the rest of her life.
(and her mother's life too...and maybe her siblings'.)
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