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After 12 Hours of Hellā¦ He Finally Slid Out of Me š„
Iād been pushing for twelve brutal hours.
My belly ā once just a kink experiment gone too far ā had become a living, contracting boulder that refused to let go. Every contraction felt like my spine was being pulled through my pelvis. I was soaked, shaking, legs spread wide in cold metal stirrups, gown rucked up under my tits. The doctor between my thighs didnāt flinch. Heād been inside me more times than I could count tonight ā gloved fingers checking, stretching, sometimes disappearing to the wrist when the head wouldnāt rotate.
All those nights I spent training with the biggest plugs and my own fistā¦ they helped. But they didnāt prepare me for this.
The crowning lasted forever.
I felt every ridge of his skull pressing against the inside of my hole. The ring of fire wasnāt a metaphor ā it was white-hot, stretching me so thin I thought Iād tear. I pushed until I tasted blood in my mouth. The doctorās voice stayed low and steady: āThatās itā¦ breatheā¦ give me another one.ā His fingers were right there, massaging the burning rim, coaxing my flesh to open wider around my sonās head.
A deep, wet pop that I felt in my bones.
The widest part of his head finally crested. My hole bloomed open around him ā shiny, stretched, obscene ā and the doctor caught the slippery crown in both palms. One more savage push and the shoulders rotated free with a gush of fluid. The rest of my boy justā¦ slid. A long, slick, unstoppable rush. He landed in the doctorās hands with a sound Iāll never forget ā wet skin on latex, a tiny gasp, then that first strong, pissed-off cry.
Ten fingers. Dark wet hair already curling like mine. Umbilical cord still pulsing between us, warm and alive. The doctor lifted him, checked his airways with practiced hands, then laid him on my heaving, deflated belly. Skin to skin. My wrecked hole was still twitching, gaping slightly from the stretch, but I didnāt care. All I could see was him.
Born through the same hole I used to train for this exact moment. Born because my body decided it was ready, even when I wasnāt sure I was.
I lay there shaking, crying, laughing like an idiot, while the doctor clamped the cord and the nurses cleaned us both. My belly ā that massive, shiny, impossible thing ā was finally soft and empty between us. And in its placeā¦ this tiny, furious, perfect little warrior who fought his way out of me.
Twelve hours of pure hell.
One second of pure magic.
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