Want to be stuffed with tentacles that pump, in and out, pushing past my cervix and fucking countless eggs into my womb, then fertilizing them with lots and lots of hot, intoxicating cum. Want to be high and delirious off it, my brain turned off, only aware of the eggs growing, writhing inside me, my skin pulling taut and then further still as the eggs expand over… hours? Days? Who knows. Want to feel my tits grow heavy and painful, feel my nipples become swollen and puffy. And then eventually, after what feels like an eternity of eggs and heat and neediness pooling within, I want to feel the rush of pain and pressure, and the intense, almost orgasmic release that comes when my water breaks, more liquid than has ever poured out of me before. I want to feel every inch of every egg as my body pushes them down, towards their entrances into the world. Want to feel the pressure mounting between my hips, then pressing into my cervix, opening and opening and coming down until it’s bulging out of me behind the lips of my cunt. Want to feel my legs shake as my lips finally start to part, burning as I realize just how much my tight hole is going to have to stretch. But the pain is pleasure, my moans with each contraction laced with eroticism, fueled by the eggs themselves, their membranes seeped in whatever sedative the creature’s sperm contained. Want to feel my legs spreading on their own as the massive egg widens my hole, my toes curling, my tits starting to leak simply from the force of each of my desperate pushes. Want to feel the pressure grinding against my clit from the inside, only intensifying as the egg approaches a crown. Gasping, breathing shakily as the widest part of the egg begins to breach my opening. Taking a moment to bask in the pleasure of the burn and the stretch. And then when the next contraction begins, pushing with all my might. Want to feel the first egg finally wrest free of me with a loud pop! And a long moan of pleasure on my lips, the release causing an orgasm to ripple through my entire body. Over and over and over again until the end, exhausted and with only a few eggs left to birth. Want to be sucked of effort to give, the sedation wearing off as there’s less and less of the eggs and their membranes to intoxicate me. Feeling the burn worsen each time a pulsing egg shoots out of my raw cunt. Until I don’t have anything left, so my body has to take over, pushing in short bursts as I fade in and out of consciousness. Falling asleep while my cunt stretches around the rim of an egg, where the widest part sits just inside me. Waking with a scream as a more intense contraction begins, my body pushing involuntarily, eyes opening as the final egg shoots out of me. Want to be panting, finally empty, drunk on my body’s hormones, when I feel the familiar touch of a tentacle, working its way back into my ruined cunt. Want to feel it push past my cervix again, still not yet closed after the days-long birth. Want to feel eggs, smaller this time (for now), but more numerous, deposited back into my newly-emptied womb, and want to feel myself fading into sleep again as the tentacle pulls out of me with a wet squelch, satisfied with having bred me again.
The urge strikes me suddenly, pulling a ragged gasp from my throat as I rock back and forth on my hands and knees. "I-I think it's... oh, it's time to push," I grunt, sliding one hand between my thighs to press against my cunt.
There's a slight bulge there, the force of the baby's head pushing through my canal causing my labia to swell outwards. I provide counter pressure as I groan through the tail end of the contraction, fighting against the urge to bear down.
"It's coming," I pant, trailing my fingers over my red hot labia. "You're coming, baby. I feel you c-comingggg." Not even 45 seconds had passed since my last contraction, but another pain had taken hold. Starting in my back and spreading around to the front of my belly, pulled low and heavy with the pressure of the pain, the iron band grips and seizes, shoving the baby down with such power that I have to shift my hips further open to make room.
"Oh god, oh god, oh- fuckkkk." I keep my hand firmly in place, all but holding the head back as it barreled through my cunt. The pressure is unlike anything I'd ever felt, tapping into the most primal side of me. Contraction on top of contraction, I tried to groan and not scream, though the urge, much like the urge to push, was becoming unbearable. "Mmmmmphhh, GOD."
I am finally overwhelmed by my instincts and I bear down, and the baby's head surges forward and begins to emerge as a small, wet teardrop pressing against my fingertips. "Nooo," I whine, half delirious with the pain. "No, no. Not yet." I couldn't give birth yet. I couldn't give birth alone.
I drop my head, resting my chin against my heaving chest. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I brace one hand on the edge of the bed and struggle to push myself up, keeping my hand firmly over my bulging hole. My efforts amount to nothing, however, when the action of shifting my hips pushes the baby down further into the birth canal. I cant hold it back any longer. I cry out in shock, and the cry turns into a scream as the head begins to crown.
"OHHHH, IT BURNS. FFFFFUCKKKK, BURNING." I land back down on my knees and give in to the pressure, fisting the hand that isnt supporting the head into the blankets as I push, and push hard. My labia, angry and red and burning, spread to accommodate the skull, and I let out another wild scream as they begin to sting. "Coming outttt. Gotta get it OUTTTT."
A hazy fear of tearing crosses my mind, but its gone with the next contraction. As my womb squeezes down around the baby, I throw my head back and wail, bringing the head to a half crown before it slides back in. "One more. Just... one more. Oh goddddd." I grunt and feel my labia stretch around the head, feeling impossibly tight for a few seconds, and then one hefty shove brings the baby to a full crown.
I struggle to catch my breath, stroking my fingers over its soft hair. "Almost," I whisper, half to my child, and half to myself. I inhale deeply and tighten my hold on the blankets as the next contraction builds, using it to anchor myself. "Almost, almost, alm-ohhhh, here. HEREEEE. ITS COMINGGGGG MMMMMMPFFFFF-FUCKKK!"
My words become an incoherent screech as I scream through the final stretch of the ring of fire, pushing until the baby's head pops free in a torrential gush of fluid. "Come on, baby," I grunt, feeling the presenting shoulder rotate and come free. "Here you are. Oh, here."
With one last tiny push, the second shoulder pops out, and the baby slides into my hands. I hadn't needed help after all.
Happy Sunday, bunnies! Hope y'all are having a lovely weekend so far. I just want to share a free-for-all story that hopefully y'all enjoy reading.
Status: Complete
Word count: 2,091 words
Summary: A woman gives birth in the back row of an economy cabin over international waters.
Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Unassisted in-flight birth, graphic crowning and delivery, gushing fluids, concealed labor and birth in a public setting, a nursing infant, a husband who jerks off to his wife giving birth secretly in public. All characters and scenes are purely fictional. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
"Ma'am, can I get you anything? A pillow, some water?"
The flight attendant — young, neat ponytail, name tag that said Cara — was already reaching for the overhead compartment before Reggie could answer, and Reggie kept her face as composed as she could manage, which was getting harder by the minute.
"Water would be great, thank you," she said, and her voice only caught slightly on the last word because the contraction that had been building for the last thirty seconds chose that exact moment to crest, rolling through her lower back and down into her pelvis with a deep, grinding force that made her press her thighs together under the blanket.
Cara set the cup on the tray and moved on down the aisle without a second glance, and Reggie let out the breath she'd been holding in a long, controlled stream. "Hoo... hoo hoo... hhhh."
"How far apart now?" Dax asked from the aisle seat beside her, not looking up from his phone.
"A minute forty," she said through her teeth. "Maybe less."
He set the phone face-down on his thigh and turned to look at her then, and she knew that look. She'd known it for twenty years, had catalogued every version of it, and this particular version had nothing to do with worry.
His eyes moved from her face down to the enormous, low-hanging globe of her belly, round and gravid and pressing heavily into her lap even with her knees drawn up as far as the seat would allow, and something in his expression settled into that private, focused attention that made her want to hit him and also made her stomach flip despite everything.
"You're fine," he said.
"I know I'm fine," Reggie said. "I'm just telling you how close I am."
Three rows ahead of them, their older three were out cold in a heap of travel pillows, the eldest with her mouth open and her neck at an angle that was going to hurt later. Nobody back here was awake.
The nearest passengers were a row up on the opposite side, both wearing noise-canceling headphones, completely sealed off from the world. The back of the cabin was dim and close and, for the moment, theirs.
“I knew we shouldn’t have flown to see your mother.” Reggie said bitterly through another tightening.
Theo stirred against her side and she guided him back to her breast without thinking about it, and he latched and settled immediately, his fat fist curling against her with the total confidence of someone who had never once in his eleven months worried about anything.
"Get the leggings down," Dax said with a wry smile.
Reggie stared at him. "We are in economy, lest you forget."
"And you are about to have a baby in economy," he said so calmly, it’s getting into her nerves, "so get the leggings down and keep the blanket over your lap, and nobody is going to see anything."
She hated that he was right.
She hated it with a specific, well-worn bitterness that had been accumulating since the seventh month when he'd first floated this whole scenario as though it were perfectly reasonable, but hating it didn't change the fact that not only their fifth baby currently lodged in her pelvis had a non-negotiable opinion about its arrival but she also deep inside love this whole idea.
She worked the leggings and her underwear down her thighs in the cramped space, shifting her hips, and got them free of one ankle and bunched around the other before she pulled the blanket back over herself.
She pressed her palm between her thighs and felt the swollen, taut heat of herself, her labia already full, bulging and aching, the baby's head bearing down so far into the birth canal that even the light pressure of her own hand sent a sharp wave of sensation flooding up through her core.
"It's right there," she said, and her voice had gone very low. "Dax. The head is about to come…hoooo–hooo hooo hoooo–”
He reached over and lifted the edge of the blanket just long enough to look, and she watched his jaw tighten in a way that had nothing to do with alarm.
"Yeah," he said, and let the blanket fall back. "It is." He grabbed his own blanket and set it over his thighs, too, trying to cover is growing bulge there, too.
The next contraction didn't give her a warning.
It arrived hard and low, seizing her from the base of her spine and driving straight down with a force that shoved the baby’s fat head forward against her hand, and she crammed her face into Dax's upper arm and bit down on the sound that tore up her throat.
"MMMPHH — nnHH — oh god —hooooooooo–hooo hooo hoooo–" She ground her teeth into his sleeve, her fingers pressing desperately against her vulva, feeling the head surge against them with every pulse of the contraction. Her perineum burned, already stretching, the whole front wall of her vagina pushing outward. "HhhhNNGH — Dax, it's pushing through, I can feel it pushing —"
"Don't fight it," he said, low in her ear.
"I'm trying to slow it down, if I just —" She shifted her hips and immediately regretted it because the movement brought the baby down another fraction and the pressure from her movement and the toddler she was carrying went from enormous to total. "HHMMPHH — okay, okay —hoooo hoooo hooooooo—"
"Stop trying to slow it down, Reggie."
"There are people on this plane," she hissed, lifting her face just long enough to say it.
"Half of them are asleep and the other half have their headphones in," he said, perfectly level.
She pressed her face back into his arm and bore down because her body had already made that decision, and she felt her labia spread around the advancing head, felt the deep hot stretch of her perineum pulling taut as the baby worked through her cervix and down through the last of the birth canal with the focused, patient insistence of a fifth child who had done this before.
"HhhhNNNGGH — MMPHHH —" The sounds came out in bursts against his sleeve, each one half-swallowed, pressed into the warm bulk of his arm. Her free hand fisted into the blanket. "It's coming through, I feel it coming through —"
"I know you do," he said, and his hand came up to press against the back of her neck, heavy and unhurried. His breathing had changed, she could hear it, the way it had gone slightly uneven, and she knew exactly what that meant.
"You are such an ass," she breathed into his arm.
"Head down," he said.
She put her head down on his arm.
Her palm cupped against herself felt the shift — the teardrop shape of the head pressing outward between her folds, small and firm and wet, pushing against the stretched ring of her labia with a force that made her clitoris ache from the inside out. The skin of her perineum was pulling to its absolute limit, and amniotic fluid was already leaking steadily over her fingers and soaking into her leggings beneath her.
"HHhhNNGH — MMMPHHHH —" She pushed into the next contraction, long and grinding, and felt the head advance another fraction and hold, lodged at its widest point with her labia stretched in a burning, stinging ring around the crown. "Ohhhh — MMPHHH — it burns, it burns so much —"
"Breathe through it," Dax said.
"Hoo hoo hoo — hhh — hoo hoo —" She panted through the worst of the stretch, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes from the sheer searing heat of it, her fingers spread wide against her perineum to ease what pressure she could. Her vulva was swollen and flushed and stretched fully open around the baby's skull, the shape of the head clearly visible to her own touch, every ridge and curve of it pressing against the taut walls of her vagina as it inched forward.
Through it all, her toddler suckled and slept, milk-drunk, it seems, on her engorged breasts.
Down the aisle, Cara passed through again with a drinks trolley and Reggie felt her go past without looking up, face pressed into Dax's arm, the blanket pulled high, breathing in hard controlled bursts through her nose.
Cara paused.
"Is she alright?" she asked Dax, keeping her voice low.
"Migraine," Dax said, without missing a beat. "She gets them on long flights. She just needs to stay still and keep her eyes closed."
A brief pause, and then the trolley moved on.
Reggie would have laughed if there had been any breath left in her body to do it with, but another contraction rolled in on the heels of the last one and she pushed, hard, bearing down with everything she had left, and felt the head inch forward into a full crown — fully out, fully free, sitting heavy and wet and slick in her cupped hand with amniotic fluid running in a warm, gushing stream down her inner thighs and pooling in the leggings beneath her, catching on the hem of the blanket.
"HHNNNN — MMMPHHHH —" The sound tore out of her muffled and desperate, her whole body trembling, and she felt Dax's hand press harder against the back of her neck. "Haaaahh — haaaah — okay — okay, the head is out, Dax, the head is —"
"I know," he said. "Keep going." at this point, he looked around and brought a hand under his blanket to reach inside his sweatpants, giving his hard and leaking cock a few pumps.
She snorted at what he did but bit her lip and stroked her thumb over the wet hair plastered against the skull between her legs, feeling the baby shift and rotate under her fingers, the presenting shoulder turning into position.
She knew this feeling. She loved this feeling, even now, even here, pressed into the back row of an economy cabin thirty thousand feet over the Pacific with her husband's arm as the only thing keeping her from making a sound that would wake every sleeping passenger from here to the galley.
She genuinely, in her bones, loved this.
“Dax,” she whispered hoarsely, and he looked down on her, eyes glossed over, hand pumping himself as discreetly as he can.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Kiss me…”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned down and kissed his wife as he continued to pump himself, feeling his balls start to tighten a bit as they made out.
The next contraction built and she pushed into it, and the first shoulder eased through with a long, wet, squelching resistance that pulled a sharp, muffled cry from her throat.
"HHNN — MMPHHH — there — that's it —"
“Let me see, Reg.” He tells her and she sat back and slightly lifted the blanket just enough for him to see it.
“There you go—Mmmmpphhh—haaaaaah–hooo hooo hooo–”
One more push, shorter and decisive, and the second shoulder came free with a slick, gushing rush, and then the rest of the baby slid out into her waiting hands in a warm, wet flood of fluid and relief, trailing the last of the amniotic sac, and Reggie pulled her daughter up against her chest under the blanket and held her there, next to the nursing toddler.
Dax made a grunting sound as he came into the blanket draped over him.
“F–fuck yeah…”
Cara came back through with a stack of napkins six minutes later and stopped at their row again, looking at the blanket-covered situation with eyes that had gone rather wide.
"Oh my god," she said, keeping her voice very low. "Is that — did she just —"
"She did," Dax said, entirely unbothered.
Cara stood very still for a moment. Then she said, "I'm going to get the first aid kit and the senior attendant, and I'm going to need you to not move," and she was gone before Dax could answer.
Reggie looked at the babies on her, one toddler now milk-drunk and deeply asleep and the newborn just latching, her hair sticking to her forehead, her new daughter warm and breathing against her chest.
"You know she's going to file a report," Reggie said.
"Probably," Dax agreed.
Reggie looked down at the babies, then back up at her husband, and she laughed — short and exhausted and completely helpless, the sound muffled quickly against the top of her daughter's head.
"You are so lucky I actually love doing this," she said.
Dax's mouth curved, slow and satisfied. "I know," he said. “I can’t wait for us to do it again.”
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*WARNING: Fetish content* This is a shorter one but it has:
Anal birth (old school mpreg)
Big baby
Hard pushing
Encouragement and support
Intensity
1:55AM.
Ensuite bathroom.
"Oh let it out, baby, push it out."
Ben has been pushing, bearing down straight into his asshole, for an hour, and he is completely spent. He's not sure how much longer he can go on. So he tries so hard to focus, for his baby, for his boyfriend Andre, and to just squeeze right down into his bottom. Sitting on the toilet in a dark room should be helping. It's not doing much.
Straining crudely and loudly in the echoing bathroom, Ben feels his face curl up, his throat close up, and his hair stand on end, as he surrenders any last bit of tension in his anus and pushes with the power of gods.
He holds it so, so long, until his head is going to pop and he thinks his innards will fall out. Inside him is the tightest, most impossible squeeze, but he can feel the baby nudge down. The second he bursts it out, though, he can feel the baby suck right back up.
It's by sheer will, knowing there's only one way to end this, that Ben bears down again. He lowers his shoulders, his belly, imagining launching his slimy baby down and out in one solid push. His body perspires and breaks out in chills, and still he's pushing into his anus, way deep inside, trying with all of his might to poop.
Andre whispers to him, "You show us how it's done baby, oh yes, huuuuuuuuuge beautiful push, the head is so big but you can do this."
An hour of constipated, strenuous pushing like this. And three more to go.
2:48AM.
Bedroom, just outside of ensuite.
"Poop, papa, open for that big baby."
Hearing his friend and midwife, May, but bearing down uncontrollably, helpless to the strong expulsions of his body, Ben does the impossible and doubles down even harder.
His anus opens like a flower under his massive effort, and he manages to drop the baby's big hard head down more.
It feels like a lot to Ben, but in actuality the head is barely visible. All that can be seen is Ben's tissues and anus bulging down, trembling and red. It bulges quite a lot, then immediately sucks back into nothing the second Ben lets up to breathe.
He's hardly breathing at all anymore, just knows that no matter the cost, he has to get this head out. It has to come out. But he's pushing far beyond the human limit. He's not sure how much more he can take.
May encourages him. "Good work Ben, now come back to it. Don't give up on me. Bear down with everything you've got in you."
He hitches down. "HERG----....."
"Yes-- yesyes, oh Ben that's beautiful. You're pushing your baby so hard, making us all so proud."
Somewhere near his ear, he can hear Andre whispering, tense but gentle and loving.
"That’s it, push our baby... push our baby... you're so beautiful Ben, so strong for them."
Ben's face is on the verge of exploding from the pressure, so he has to let up and burst out the push. His knees bend up as he does so, and he presses his feet more firmly into the floor. He's standing in a bit of a crouch, completely naked, back arched forward tensely, gripping Andre's shoulder on his left, who is kneeling beside him, and gripping his own wide open thigh with his other hand because he just needs to dig his claws into something.
May is coaching him. "Guide it doooowwn through your bottom, steady and powerful. You're safe. It's only us with you. You can let go, push your baby down deep. Deep, deeeep, Ben, biggest, deepest push."
Ben's release is an airy strain, and he spits and sweats and shakes with it.
"Good," May praises. "Another big long one. Your baby's almost here, don't give up on them. Biggest strongest push ever. More. Mooore, so hard Ben, even more. Yes."
As she speaks Andre is also whispering, "Down into the cracks sweetheart, oh you're incredible. You're working so hard for them."
Again, Ben's effort explodes from him, and his entire body trembles. He's so stretched out, he believes he's almost crowning. He's almost there! Closer than ever. Wanting to get it over with, Ben gears up, gripping his boyfriend and gripping his thigh, and opens his bottom and his throat and absolutely roars down.
It burns like hell as he feels his anus spread open from the inside, the immense pressure of his baby’s huge hard head spearing into him, down and out. He knows he has to keep pushing past that feeling or this will never end, so he gears up with the quickest breath, and then with everything in him, PUSHES strong and focused for at least twenty seconds.
His supporters praise him as he works hard, and he would feel powerful and awesome if he wasn’t so focused on just getting this kid out.
“Incredible Ben, that’s the spot, don’t give it up. Bear down right through it, you can do this, you’re opening up, push push push!”
“You’re so good baby, so fucking strong. Oh I can see their head, babe! Push hard!”
Ben strains and holds soooo hard, until his vision starts to go dark and he can hear his heart slamming in his ears. His entire body is trembling with effort, and the horrible sliding-stretching-burning feeling of the baby moving down his canal is making him almost gag, his skin breaking out in a new sweat until he’s soaked. He only lets go of the push because his body doesn’t give him another choice. He makes an inhuman sound with it, and realizes he’s drooling and crying as he cries out.
“Ican’tpushanymore!”
“Yes you can, baby!” Andre encourages him. “One more really big one, you can do it! I saw their hair!”
And for Andre, Ben does the impossible. There’s no air in his body, but he does it anyway. He crunches down, feeling his entire body strain down, squeezing through his anus, pushing with every fibre of his being to get this baby out.
He has no idea that he’ll still be doing this for another two hours.
4:19AM.
Bedroom still.
Standing at the foot of the bed, drenched and dripping with sweat in the low light, Ben’s nails scrape the wood of the bed frame where he’s gripping each pillar. He makes it to the end of an absolutely dizzyingly massive push, and then he’s panting so hard, just trying to get some oxygen into his brain. The baby is a bowling ball in his pelvis, and the head burns like a hot poker where it’s just sitting there so stubbornly, barely stretching him anymore. He’s trying so hard.
May catches him panting for too long. “Push again just like that, papa, show us this big beautiful baby. This head wants to come out.”
“Crown them babe, c’mon just a little more.”
Ben knows he’s crying and whining as he sucks in a full breath and launches down, his arms wide as he grips the sides of the bed frame and trembles hard, bending down down down and opening his legs as wide as he can as he pushes with every muscle in his body. He has to imagine his baby sliding out. The classes told him it would help. It’s not doing much, if the hours of pushing he’s sustained already have to show for it.
May and Andre are both behind him, watching his bottom bulge with the baby’s big head. They narrate what they can see to him, for encouragement, but Ben is only half-listening, just focusing hard on birthing this head.
Another twenty minutes go by like this before Ben makes some real progress. The head drops down and stays there, spreading his anus open to its physical limit, just a big hairy globe inside the tightest puffiest ring of tissue. When Ben feels that burn, the slight shift that means he moved his baby down just a little more, he shrieks.
May holds warm towels to his bottom and reminds him to send the sound down low, and god he tries so hard. But the pain is blinding and worse than anything he could possibly imagine, so he can’t not scream. He tries to scream deep in his chest instead, sending the sound down with his body, spreading his knees wide open and rocking down, down, down, trying as hard as he possibly can to push this huge head out.
“You’ve got it baby, they’re coming out,” he hears Andre saying.
All he can feel is burning and stabbing and ripping pain, his entire body shivering with intensity. He knows he’s screaming, but he can’t really hear himself. He just shoves down, almost squatting, as he pushes as hard as he possibly can into May’s hands, who is supporting his burning ring of tight tissue. He actually feels the baby’s skull spread him open, and he feels himself tear just a little, and he feels his stretched-thin tissues peel over the baby’s brow, then nose, then mouth, and then he can’t push anymore.
He can feel the baby’s head suck back in just a bit as he raises up, sobbing. “I CAN’T! I CAN’TICAN’T, GET IT OUT!”
May and Andre are talking to him, but he only catches a few words, the pain is so intense.
“We can’t, you have to push them out! Come on papa, just one more!”
“They’re right there baby, one more huge push and it’s done! I’m holding their head!”
And when Ben hears that, he knows how close he is to meeting his baby. Something primal and ancient just takes over him, and he raises up to fill his lungs…
Then with every last ounce of effort in his body, he gives his baby the biggest, hardest push of his life. Wide open, bending down, grunting like an animal, he does not stop pushing. He feels the baby’s chin pop out, feels some fluid spray, and he’s still pushing, roaring his baby out in the safety and privacy of his bedroom. There’s no telling how long he pushes. It could be ten seconds, it could be thirty. His big baby’s shoulders pop down one by one, then their chubby chest and belly, then their hips, and Ben is still pushing, not letting up for even a second, not letting the baby suck back in even an inch.
Then when his mind separates from his body and he can no longer feel the pain, the intensity of being ripped open from the inside, he feels a release like nothing he’s ever felt before, and his body feels so light, and he hears his baby crying.
Behind him, Andre bursts out a sound like he was pushing too, and he’s crying. The baby’s lungs sound so healthy as they screech. On the verge of passing out from the intensity, Ben manages to look over his shoulder and see his boyfriend, who’s holding their slimy pink baby in his hands.
“It’s a boy!” Andre cries, showing Ben their beautiful chunky baby. “A boy, babe! Oh you did so well. I’m so proud of you.”
“I’ve never seen anyone push so hard,” May praises him. “You can rest now, papa. That was hard work.”
I’m sitting right next to bro in our college 8am, squirming and moaning under my breath, squeezed into my desk as my contractions quickly get closer and closer together. Bro is sitting right beside me, bored and sending me memes that I’m not looking at because he has no idea I’m pregnant or in labor. I’m gyrating my hips, holding my massive, aching belly while I try to silently get through this labor. I’m so humiliated, so embarrassed, so ashamed of my unplanned, unclaimed pregnancy that I haven’t told anyone at all. All of a sudden, my water breaks, absolutely soaking my thin, tight, stretch leggings, along with my seat and the floor under it. I dont think anyone noticed, but bro definitely heard something, and now he’s paying attention to me, so I have to be even quieter and more secretive about the baby I’m giving birth to right FUCKING now.
My hormones are surging now, and without thinking, my hand goes down my pants and starts rubbing my clit for pleasure and pain relief while my puss is already beginning to bulge outwards. Now my legs are opening, partially from the ecstasy and heat between my shaking legs, and partially from my uncontrollable instincts forcing me to birth in this humiliating situation. My puss bulges even more now, obvious through my leggings that something is going on down there, and the head of my baby barely peaking out, only a spec able to be seen if I were naked. As I continue touching myself, losing myself more and more to the pleasure, my hand moves downward ever so slightly and I realize just how close I am to giving birth. “Fuck, I’m already bulging!” I whisper, just a little too loud. Bro looks over at me, confused, not making sense of what he just heard. I know I have to get out of here. I need to. I can’t give birth in front of my whole class, that would be… far too humiliating. I get up, and walk towards the bathroom, but I’ve unfortunately sat in the front of an auditorium style classroom, meaning I have to walk up the stairs to get out the doors in the back, and I can’t even close my legs. The pressure is so fucking low, so heavy. I slowly make towards the back of the room, struggling with every step. When the urge to push comes, I try as hard as I can to resist, but IMMEDIATELY fail. All I can do is stay silent and hope nobody looks at me. I hold my heaving, contracting belly with one hand and the railing for support with the other, bending over and pushing as hard as I possibly can against my will. In spite of my hoping against hope, some of the people in my class have started looking over at me. It’s extremely obvious at this point that I’m pregnant with a litter of babies, but they don’t realize I’m birthing. Except for some of the boys, that is. While some of their eyes drift down towards my ass (the feature that got these babies in my belly) they a bulge. A GROWING bulge. It’s suspiciously round… almost like… like a huge head crowning out of my puss, bulging my leggings outward more and more and MORE. Because of how tight they are though, the massive head slips back in as my contractions stop and the urge dies down. I try hard to hurry out of the classroom before another contraction comes, but they’re so close together now, and I’m so heavy and so slow. I make it near the back, where all the students who hate this class sit, ignoring the professor while scrolling on their phones. The contraction hits. This one is even stronger. I helplessly drop down to my hands and knees, painfully close to privacy, to solitude… at least for a little bit. Long enough to birth at least one of my babies. But it’s no use. Instead, I shove my hand into my panties once again and furiously rub my clit while my puss bulges obscenely into my soaked, straining leggings. The guys in the back row who notice me crowning massively into my leggings and liking it are taking pictures and videos now. I’m too busy giving birth to this huge baby some stranger put in me to even notice. Little do I know, my wish for privacy has just gone out the window. Soon, the whole school, everyone I know, and millions of strangers will have seen the viral video of me cumming while I crown into my ruined leggings, legs shaking wildly, back arched, head thrown back in pleasure. Finally, my body relents, but I’m stuck at a truly MASSIVE full crown, waddling slowly and awkwardly to the exit, finally.
I strip my clothes off. All my clothes, without thinking. I’m not thinking anymore, I’m just birthing. I can’t stop. My instincts are in control and they want me naked. I’m on all fours, completely naked, right outside the door of our classroom, and FINALLY, I can push without my leggings getting in the way. I spread my legs as wide as the can go and rub my clit some more. Instantly, with a loud, pleasurable moan, I birth the head. I move my hand further down and cup my baby’s head while they turn. “They’re so BIG!” I say to myself. But before I can think anything else, I’m pushing the even bigger shoulders out. I moan and whine, desperate to birth this baby, knowing full well that I have 2 more to go. At last, with a huge push, I finally birth the whole baby. But my next baby doesn’t want me to have any relief. Within minutes, I’m bulging massively around another head. I cup my bulging pussy, wanting to feel myself crown this time. I haven’t even opened yet and it’s already so… big. I find myself, to my shame, wishing someone would catch me now. This is private, intimate, personal… and yet… I can’t help feeling incredibly sexy. It would be so much nicer to birth for someone.
I’m going slower this time. I’m opening so very slowly around this head. My aching, bulging puss has be forced into a teardrop by now. I can’t stop tracing its shape. I’m birthing on my knees this time, so that I can use the other hand to keep rubbing. Not only does it help a ton, but it feels so damn good… All of a sudden, I hear the door swing open, and then someone’s breath hitch in their throat. Their breathing becomes fast, and heavy. I feel THEIR hand cupping my crowning puss gently as well. I let them. I move my hand and put it on top of his, letting him know I want this. I look back at him while in between pushes. A gorgeous skater boy, wearing vans, a metal band tshirt, and has long hair. He’s obviously into it. He whispers what a good boy I’m being. Tells my what an amazing job I’m doing. How perfect I look. I’m deeply embarrassed, but also… even more aroused. I let him enjoy the view as I bulge harder into his waiting hands. He gasps, ever so gently rubbing my crowning puss with one hand after noticing I was doing it while continuing to cup me. I can’t help but feel warmer, safer with his hands on me. I’m so embarrassed by it, I don’t wanna like it… but I love it. I want more. I hear him gasping and whispering in awe as I stretch and crown, just for him. He tells me what a pretty boy I am. How incredible I am. How he wants to treat me right. I can’t help myself liking it, falling for it more and more. How sweet he’s being, but at the same time, how HOT he thinks I am right now. He won’t take his hands off my most intimate parts, and I don’t want him to.
I come to a full crown in Gavin’s waiting hands. He tells me how big my baby is. How stretched out I am. How he wishes the babies were his. I can’t help myself any longer, a big urge to push comes and I quickly birth the whole baby right then. I turn around and pin him down, making out with him sloppily until I need to birth the last baby. My hands are exploring him. His hands are exploring me. His tongue is down my throat. My breath is racing. My belly is still big, and he rubs every inch of it while helping to support me so I don’t fall over. He moves his lips down to my nipple to suck it, and to both our surprises, I squirt a thick stream of milk down its throat. His eyes glass over, and he drinks even drop he can get.
Finally, after 30 minutes, I need to push again. I shove my puss back in Gavin’s face as I start to bulge once more, but now he’s REALLY turned on. I’m on all fours, bulge growing bigger by the second, when he starts eating me out. I can’t contain myself. I get loud. The pain nearly goes away. I’m moaning, almost screaming his name. He continually has to readjust as I crown harder and harder right in his fucking face, pressing back into him, his tongue making me completely forget where I am. His hands are all over my belly. I’m bulging obscenely already, puss in a full O, almost fully crowning once again. I’m building towards a climax again. “Fuck Gavin, yes, I’m gonna cum for you!” I moan loudly, and don’t get a response. His tongue is all over me, absolutely overwhelming me with pleasure. Right then, the class we’ve been skipping for birth sex lets out, and I cum hard, gushing, and birth the baby right in his lap for everyone to see as they walk out.
(Surrogate mother, quads, 43 weeks overdue, ready to pop, home birth, water birth, all fours, long labor and birth, in!!st, filming, too big head)
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When you introduced me to your new girlfriend, I was a little angry that you forgot my mother's memory. And also because I wouldn't be the only woman in your life anymore. But then I got used to it and it wasn't so bad. She was nice to me, and then when you told me you were getting married, I was happy for you. But then it soon turned out that she couldn't get pregnant, even though you both wanted babies. Then I agreed to carry a baby for you, but... I didn't expect quadruplets.
I didn't expect anyone to carry my daddy's babies to full term, but here I was, three weeks past my due date. I couldn't do anything without help, my body was almost ready to burst at any moment. I was on all fours naked on our living room floor, my breast pumps working nonstop. I had so much milk, it was like I had already given birth to your huge babies and needed to feed them. My belly was pressed against the carpet, hanging and sticking out all over the place. I felt like a terribly pregnant cow. I was panting heavily and I could feel your babies writhing in my huge belly, as if they never wanted to come out. My teenage body was stuck pregnant forever. I had given up hope that I would finally go into labor.
One camera was always facing my pussy, trying to capture the perfect moment when my water finally broke. The other two cameras were filming my very heavily pregnant body. Your wife, Katie, slowly crawled behind me and spread my thighs a little wider. My pussy was very swollen and a little red. She placed her hand above my pussy, on the bottom of my belly, and gently rubbed it. "It's okay, sweetie, I'll check the babies in a moment." She whispered to me soothingly, while continuing to rub. Katie always had to touch my belly. Meanwhile, you knelt next to me and rubbed my protruding belly on the onw side slowly, with reverence. You couldn't wait to finally be a father, and the proud father of quadruplets. I couldn't believe that I was going to give birth to my children and siblings at the same time...
Katie hooked up the ultrasound to a monitor and put some gel just above my pussy. One of the babies was already very low down, I was having a hard time walking because of the head and the pressure. Then she smeared it with the ultrasound and started examining the baby. "Baby A is fine, she's probably about 15 lbs." Katie announced with a big smile on her face. "She's head down, she probably won't be long before she starts coming out." Her hand rubbed my thigh soothingly and she looked at the huge baby on the monitor in awe. She was a little jealous that she didn't get to experience this, but she loved rubbing my belly and watching me get bigger and bigger. Then she moved on to the next baby and looked at him closely. "Baby B is also 15 lbs, he's a big boy. They barely have room to move around, they're all in separate amniotic sacs. Your womb must be full of amniotic fluid, sweetie."
Then your wife looked up at you. "We need to turn her over so I can't see the other babies." Katie said, and when you nodded, the two of you turned me over onto my back. My huge belly was pointing up at the sky with its gigantic form, it was too massive. You leaned into my neck to kiss it and whispered softly. "It's okay, baby girl. The babies will come out soon." Meanwhile, one of your hands reached under one of my thighs to pull it up, spreading me wide so Katie could fit in more comfortably. "You do a great job with your daddy's babies, you're so good." You continued to whisper to me. "I love you, daddy" I replied tiredly, panting, the full weight of the quadruplets weighing on me.
Katie pushed the doppler to the right of my protruding belly button to check on the third baby. "Another huge baby boy.. a 16 lbs. He looks perfectly healthy." She giggled and looked up at you proudly. To find the last baby, she had to run the ultrasound all the way to the top of my belly. "And the big girl of the litter.. an 18 lbs beauty." She giggled and turned off the machine, then handed you some paper towels. I could see the pleasure on your face as you wiped my huge belly and I kissed your cheek. Katie grabbed her phone and started videotaping me. "This is our baby girl, Vicky, our young surrogate." She reached out and patted my belly, then started rubbing it in circles. "43 weeks pregnant with quadruplets, they're huge and if they don't come soon they'll be too big to fit in her tight pussy. We have two 15lbs babies, one 16lbs and one 18lbs. This little girl has some big challenges ahead of her and here's the one who caused it." She raised her phone camera and grinned at you, then moved closer to my belly so you could see the strong kicks under my skin. I sighed heavily and moaned softly, feeling you rub my navel, then reaching under my belly and rubbing my low belly.
Not long after, you helped me walk a few laps around the living room. You held one hand on my huge belly and rubbed it soothingly, while the other held my waist. "Careful, baby girl, just at your pace" You whispered in my ear and slowly rubbed my belly, you were very hard because of my condition. "It's so heavy daddy" I moaned loudly and held on to your shoulder. The first baby was putting so much pressure on me, every step was almost painful. "Your babies are too heavy" I complained again. You continued to gently rub my huge belly and guide my steps. You knew full well that I must be going into labor. "Shhh, sweetie. Katie and I are here to help. You're amazing at carrying your siblings.." You slowly walked behind me and reached under my belly. You didn't lift it up, you just rubbed my lower belly and let me lean against your chest. I reached back and grabbed your neck, letting you to rock my body. "Huh... huh..." I tried to take deep breaths, but I was panting a lot.
Katie came over to me and stood facing me, her hands sliding over the top of my huge belly and slowly rubbing it. "You'll definitely be in labor soon, sweetie. Don't worry. These huge babies will definitely come out soon." She tried to comfort me, her stepdaughter then gave me a kiss on the forehead. She took off my breast pumps and then took me to the kitchen so she could pour it into a bottle. Meanwhile, milk was continuously flowing from my breasts, running down my belly onto the floor. I felt you grab one of my breasts and slowly rub it, and with your other hand, you rub the milk into my belly. "Oh daddy" I moaned sweetly and innocently, my head falling back against your strong chest. You smiled widely and kissed my lips as you slowly continued.
In the evening I was sitting on your lap on the couch, my breast pumps working again. My legs were spread apart, hooked into yours. But my huge belly hung between them. Katie knelt in front of me and stroked my belly with you, another day passed without me starting to go into labor and there was still almost no sign of it. The cameras recorded every intimate moment, Katie was very insistent on this. "I can't take it anymore.." I sighed heavily. "My back hurts so much too.." Then I felt your hand immediately slide over and you slowly rubbed it. "Just hold on a little longer, baby girl, you've carried my babies so beautifully so far." You kissed my ear gently. Katie bent down and started kissing my belly, then continued rubbing. "Would you like to go for a walk again? Maybe we could go out into the garden, maybe the fresh air will entice the babies out..."
You two supported me naked out into the garden, it was quite dark, so you brought a flashlight with you and illuminated my lower body, while your wife brought the doppler and her phone. She was filming me again. "Our pregnant mama cow can't really take it anymore, she needs to move. The calves will finally arrive soon." She told me teasingly, teasing me and my huge body. I was just panting very hard and leaning on your arms, every step I took was so difficult. Then the next moment a very strong contraction hit me, I screamed and clung to your shoulders. "Baby girl, are you okay?" You asked immediately and supported me with your strong arms so that I wouldn't fall. Katie also rushed over and when you shone the light between my legs again, my water suddenly broke, a lot of it was dripping down my legs and my stepmother managed to record it. "Oh, Vicky! You've finally started going into labor! We're so proud of you." She started rubbing my waist gently. "My belly hurts so much." I panted and you started feeling my belly, it was rock hard, much harder than before. "It's okay, baby girl, take a deep breath. These babies are going to be born soon." You looked into my eyes and continued to stroke my belly. "We're going to have to get her into a position where she can give birth," Katie said and she rubbed my bump too.
The next moment I found myself on all fours in the grass, your wife pressing the doppler against my heavy belly and monitoring the heartbeat of the first baby. Until then, you had been helping me through my very hard contractions. I moaned loudly and screamed when I had to, I didn't hold back. The only thing you could use to light me was the flashlight, Katie had her phone pointed completely at my pussy. "The baby is ready, sweetie, it all depends on how fast you dilate" She said and kissed the side of my stomach. "Now... how far am I now?" I asked hopefully. You leaned over and stroked my swollen pussy, then pressed your finger in lightly. "You're still very dilated, Vicky. We still have a lot of time, and these are your first babies.." You said, then sat down opposite me and let my body sag, I immediately wrapped my arms around your neck and let you rock. I cried with the rough contractions, although it helped when you rubbed my pussy. And Katie watched the baby to make sure everything was okay. It was dawn when I started to dilate, I was already eight centimeters. She slowly helped me dilate my tiny pussy with her fingers, with some circular movements, rubbing. "You're doing great, sweetie" You whispered in my ear. "Your young body is ready to push out my first baby. You're good." I felt your hand on my stomach again and I looked at you with sparkling eyes, breathing hard, tired. "I love you so much daddy... I need both of you.." I screamed with another contraction and lowered my head, pressing it against the ground.
"Daddy I have to push" I moaned in pain, suffering and clenched my hands into fists. "Good girl, you're ready, push hard!" You said smiling and started rubbing my belly. At first I started pushing as hard as I could. My belly pressed against the ground and the night air caressed my pussy. At first the pushes seemed so hopeless, there was no progress. I was panting tired and my body was sweating, my milk was flowing because my breast pumps were full and none of you wanted to go back to the house because then you would have missed part of my birth. You illuminated between my legs with your free hand, and Katie followed the baby closely. "I feel.. I feel it sliding down" I moaned after about four hours. I started pushing again, panting, at that time my pussy opened very slightly. From there it opened wider and wider, and I screamed in pain every time. Your wife opened my pussy so she could see the baby, the dark haired head was already faintly visible. "Good girl" She patted my ass. "The baby is coming slowly." It took many more hours.. I tried to push with all my might. After about two hours, the tip of the baby's head pushed out of my pussy, then slowly the rest of his head followed. "Arrghh... huh... huh...mhhhmm" I moaned and one of my hands had to rest on my lumpy bump. I pushed long and hard, but the process was so slow through my tight pussy. My stepmom took lots of pictures while she was videotaping it, while you had to rub my swollen pussy. With the next push, the baby's forehead became visible. "You need to spread your legs more" You noted, then you grabbed my thighs and spread them apart more. Katie finally put the doppler aside and focused on the first baby's huge head.
"Daddy this...this burns!" I screamed as the baby's forehead started to protrude from between my pussy, it had to expand more and more, I felt like I was about to burst. I dug my nails into the ground and felt you pull my thighs wider than before. "This head is huge!" Katie exclaimed in shock. I lowered my head, panting, when the contraction passed. I felt the many other babies writhing inside me. You took a deep breath and rubbed the side of my belly. "Just keep pushing with the next contraction, babe. It'll be okay." You patted the side of my belly and tried to encourage me. I nodded in pain. I didn't have to wait any longer, the next contraction was coming soon... "Aarrrgh!" I screamed in despair and the huge head forced my pussy to stretch even wider. Your wife couldn't hold her hand back and started rubbing the baby's head. "Good girl, push, push harder!" She ordered me. "I'm tearing apart!" I cried out in despair. She felt me crown the head now, it was very painful and too big for my teen pussy. I had to keep my legs almost horizontal. It was already light when I held it here, this much progress I had made all night. You could almost hear my pussy stretching. Then suddenly the huge head popped out, a lot of water squirting out of my pussy with it. "Nice job!" You patted my ass and patted me. "Only the shoulders are left." You fondly stroked your baby's huge head, you simply couldn't believe your eyes. "It won't.. it won't work. I can't take it." I panted tiredly, I could hardly move. Your wife took a picture of the first baby's head sticking out of me. "But you still have three heads to push out, sweetie." She chuckled and started rubbing the side of my stomach.
Over the next few hours, my contractions seemed to intensify, but the process didn’t progress. The huge head just stuck out of my pussy, but I couldn’t push my shoulders out no matter how hard I tried. Katie shook her head and looked at you. “The baby’s stuck.” She sighed. “Maybe changing positions would help her. Go to the pool, see if the water relaxes her muscles.” You suggested. With the help of the two of you, I got up from the ground and had to keep my legs wide apart. “You can’t close your thighs!” You warned me and I nodded in pain. My huge belly bounced with my movement as you started to lead me to the outdoor pool, there was one inside. “You look incredibly sexy with that huge head between your legs!” Your wife grinned. Meanwhile, she went back into the house, got out the ultrasound and a clean towel. Then she placed the cameras around the pool, and one waterproof camera was placed at the bottom of the pool. You were grinning at me as I waddled with the big head. I was very slow and my huge breasts were constantly leaking milk, everything was completely milky... I was panting heavily and trying to rub my bump.
I was sitting on your lap in the pool, you had my legs spread wide, so wide that it almost hurt. My bottom was pressed against your manhood. The cool water soothed my aching, swollen pussy a little. Although I still couldn't see anything of the baby's head. Katie set up the cameras so that she could now record the rest of my labor in a more professional way. Then she climbed into the pool and stood between my legs. She gently stroked the inside of my thigh. "You have to push this baby out. Next time, take a deep breath and push as hard as you can." She made sure once again that the underwater camera was filming my vagina perfectly, then she started rubbing my belly.
The next contraction I honestly tried to push as hard as I could, but I still couldn't push the baby's shoulders out. I grabbed your hands and squeezed them as I pushed. My thighs were shaking so much, as was my pussy. "I'm going to burst! It hurts too much!" I screamed in despair and it didn't help that you both were stroking my belly. I spent hours in agony before my shoulders finally popped out at noon. Katie didn't hesitate for a moment, she grabbed the baby and pulled him out of my tight pussy. Even in the water you could see how much amniotic fluid was coming out again. She laid the baby on my chest, who was crying loudly, and I hugged her tightly. My body was shaking from exhaustion, but I hugged my first baby tightly. "You did it, good girl." You praised me and looked at the baby with teary eyes. She was a very large overdue baby. We wrapped the towel around her and I gently stroked her body. I cried too, it was such a beautiful moment. Meanwhile, Katie took the ultrasound and started looking at baby B... She took a deep breath. "The next baby is completely breech."
“Easy,” I murmur, “easy.” I show her what a deep breath looks like, trying to steady her growing panic. Her body shakes, her blue eyes wide, sweat glistens across her forehead. I rub my thumb against her knuckles, her hand gripping mine like life depends on it.
“It hurts,” she whimpers, eyes closing with a hard wince. My other hand closes around her jaw and I softly blow hair into her face to cool her down.
“I've got you, darling.”
She shakes her head in refusal, a cry bubbling up her throat, “oh. Oh.”
“Tension isn't helping our baby, please relax.” She gives me a look that makes me want to bury myself alive to recover from it. A hopeless scared gaze that makes me want to claw out my eyes on top of being five feet underground.
“Help me,” she whines, “get him out of me.”
I flash a look at the royal healers around me, their eyes mildly impatient. I give them a cold stern look that has them shifting into action to avoid my ire.
“I'm still convinced it's a little girl,” I smile, brushing her hair that's matted onto her forehead.
“There's nothing little about her then,” she groans and shifts away from me, her body locking up, “no, not again,” she cries and her fingernails dig into me. I have several of these wounds now but I can't even register it with the way I've been watching her so intently.
“Breathe,” I remind her quickly, “breath in and out. Relax your jaw.”
Her teeth are bared to the world, the entirety of her rigid, airless.
“Breathe,” I bark, my worry crawling up my mouth.
She does but the sound that leaves with it is enough to drive me over an edge. My hand leaves her face and falls onto the swell of her stomach, bare to the room, our child begging to escape it. A blanket covers her lower half and I'm tempted to tear it away to see if there is progress. A healer beats me to it, bending my wife’s knee up and opening her legs like a butterfly, blanket falling away.
“That's the sound we were waiting for, your majesty,” the midwife coos gently. “You’re ready to start pushing. It’ll all be over soon.”
Terror strikes me like a hard fist to the jaw and I sit there in stunned silence. My wife on the other hand starts a tantrum, limps a chaos as she tries to leave the bed. None of us expect this but with her so bloated, she barely makes it before I'm holding her still, pinning to the mattress. Her eyes are crazed and dazed with pain and anger.
“I am not pushing,” she hisses at me as if I was the one who suggested it.
“Are you saying that because you're afraid of the pain or because you don't think you can do it?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow. I dare to let my hand travel down between her legs, my fingers breaching the now expanded opening. I almost groan, “darling,” my head slumps towards her with near relief, “you are so close.” I feel the spot of thin hair, the curvature of a baby’s head. Our child.
“Get your fingers out of me,” she groans, whimpering.
“First I've heard that one,” I smirk. She flashes me a warning look that I eat up.
She again seems to be primed with a retort when both hands furiously find the bottom sheet. Giving my hand, wrist, and arm a break from her piercing touch. A terrified little yelp breaks from her mouth and one leg loses grip on the bedding and kicks out.
“Oh please,” she heartbreakingly pleads. So unlike my vicious wife. “Make it stop.”
I instinctively brush my knuckles to her cheek, my other hand resting low on her stomach. “You need to push, darling,” I press on her skin, “and hard. You're going to be just fine if you do that.”
She says something incoherent, a blubbering mess of raw emotion, exhaustion, and pain. Still she does what we all hoped, pushed. Her face tight with determination, chin to her chest, the sound of an animal in full heat coming out of her. She's never looked so beautiful.
“That's it,” I encourage softly and twist, getting a cold cloth for her forehead and neck. She relaxes instantly, tears streaming down her face.
“I can't do this,” she says, voice breaking.
“Of course you can,” I say softly.
She shakes her head in defiance of my words. Head tipping back against the pile of pillows behind her. My wife shrieks, her body shaking violently. “No, please, no,” she begs.
“It comes, your majesty, push,” the healer beckons.
My focus waivers between how vulnerable and how strong my wife is in this moment that I too am breathless for a spell before I am smiling, staring down at the peek of dark hair.
“I see her, darling, push oh please push.” Our ‘please’ is so contrasting that I laugh. She follows my suggestion and cries out again, this time her hand finding my forearm and holding tight. She looks at me, a face full of unabashed fear and loathing, “you did this to me.”
I still can't wipe the joy from my face so my, “I know,” comes out manic.
She whimpers, tears cascading down her face and mingling with sweat. She swears colorfully. That head of dark hair moves forward and now holds her folds open and taut. She's screaming loud enough to break the windows and I'm there, holding her head against mine, getting closer and closer. “Shh, it's almost over, you're doing so well.”
“Small pushes now, blow out, stretch wide,” the healer mimics the breathing she wants to achieve but my wife just lets out the most pathetic of whimpers.
“Hurts,” she mumbles.
“You're amazing. I'm so impressed,” my lips brush into her sweaty hair.
“Don't say that like you're surprised,” she huffs at me.
I chuckle, leaning back to take in her burning blue eyes. “I'm not surprised.”
“Just a few more pushes,” the healer coaxs.
I watch the head pop out with a bit of liquid and a shrill cry from my partner, who now pants wildly, eyes lidded with weariness. “Pull it out,” she demands, narrowing her gaze to menacing.
“You'll push in a minute here,” the healer amends for her.
“Just take it out,” she begs and then groans deeply, eyes closing quickly, “ohhh nooo” I watch in fascination as the baby starts to rotate slowly.
“Hold on, dearie,” the healer tugs the cord up and over our child’s head eliminating a threat against its life already. “Open these legs wider for me, there you go. Push, push, push.”
Thankfully my wife follows her orders. Her face bright red, and voice raising as more and more of the child emerges. Unceremoniously the screaming is replaced by the baby who now flails around in her mother's arms. Her. Our daughter. My wife and I lock eyes, her face split with adorable shock as if she hadn't just gone through all the work to make this happen. I slump towards them both, my adrenaline wearing off and I'm realizing my own hand has left crescent moons into my flesh from concern. I relax my body and take a deep breath.
“Thank gods,” I murmured to no one in particular. I look up timidly to my wife who wipes our baby with a towel and scrunches her entire chin towards her neck to get a better look at the purple screeching face. Our daughter finally has a lapse in annoyance and her eyes open, stormy gray eyes forming a perfect mirror to gaze into. My wife drops back, a lifeless laugh forcing out of her, “all that only for her to look like you.” She sounds both bitter and proud.
I grin, “she will no doubt be a stunner like me then.”
She huffs loudly but matches my smile, content with such a notion.
Contains: Pregnant sex, Lactation, Orgasmic birthing, Oral sex during birth, Size difference, Aphrodisiacs
“5 silver for the camel feed. Ask again and that price is going up!”
I groaned at the underwhelming result of my bartering as I coughed up the coins. If I wanted any transportation out in the desert I needed to feed my camel. Parting from the stand I counted my coins and calculated that between an inn and a meal, I could only afford one. And it was looking to be a cold night in the desert town.
My stomach rumbled as I approached the camel pen outside of the inn. A wooden cart with display cases of the largest fruit I had ever seen in my life. I wasn’t sure if my eyes deceived me. It must have been months since I had seen fresh produce, but the fruit was beautiful. They could have been their weight in gold. Grapes like clusters of smooth amethyst, apples that glistened like rubies, every individual specimen in each crate made my mouth water
“Good afternoon, traveler, has something caught your eye?” a smooth voice glided from above my head. My neck craned in order to find the source of the voice
As I looked up I caught the eyes of a woman with a dark tan hidden under the shade of the wooden cart. She casted a shadow over me. Her features were sharp. Her eyes, her lashes, her nose took to me with her undivided attention. All while she towered over my head. The window opened up space for her body, namely, a round, full stomach that rested heavily against her lap.
She rested against the counter, the dried fibers of a half eaten date between her fingers, and providing a perch for her body was the round of a greatly pregnant belly that poked through the window of her cart. I couldn’t imagine the inside of the cart to be incredibly spacious, I wondered how it was possible for such a woman to be inside of the cart
I hadn't realized how close I had gotten to her while observing her products, and right before me was her chest. Her gigantic breasts sat against either side of her belly, casually covered by loose purple fabric that drew their full teardrop shape closely.
“Um… Ah… Melons.” I spit out. A cringe crept around the corner of my lips.
The woman chuckled, amused watching the movements of my face. “Melons? I have a few” She replied without any ounce of offense taken. She set her date down, and held her belly in place as she huffed, pulling a variety in a wooden bin from behind her. Her eyes dropped as she found a crate of fruit behind her,
“The rain's have been plentiful. These may be overripe…” Her fingers drew closer across the wooden counter towards the reptile-like skin of the cantaloupe between us. Even as she brought them out I could smell the fruit from within. They shined among every other product on display.
“That shouldn’t be a problem. What’s wrong with overripe melons?”
“These plants bore their fruit too soon. Pollinators are scared away by the burgeoning melons that grow on the vine, hiding away the other flowers on the plant.” Her eyes drifted from the fruit. A hand subconsciously drew across the stretched fabric of her dress. She grounded herself to the touch against her unborn child.
“They grew much further than the capacity of their skin. The flesh is taut, the flesh may be juicy, but at a cost of the fruit's body. It's more than that poor skin can contain. How much more could that fruit take… Nobody can tell for sure…”
The merchant shrugged, the gaze from her sharp eyes narrowed onto me, watching with intention. Her fingers seemed to barely hover over the loose clothes covering her heavily distended midsection. Her tone hid feelings of longing melancholy, one that felt especially unusual for an expecting mother. Whatever her background was I knew she wasn't just talking about fruit.
A flick of her fingernail sent a crevice snapping throughout the entire rind of the melon, loud enough to make me flinch.
“Pop.” She cooed playfully. The flesh parted on the inside was engorged freshness, juices dripping onto the table in front of us. She gestured towards the exposed section of fruit before me. “Have a taste.”
My emaciated body could not hold back any longer. The crisp flesh yielded under the most bare pressure of my tongue. I was slurping the fruit down voraciously. The flesh was sweet and nourishing. The cart owner looked down at me with curiosity and stroked her stomach gently, watching with enough intent to make me self conscious.
“Please forgive me. I’ve never had anything like this before.” A smile turned to soft laughter as the merchant watched me, amused. I'd never thought twice about the concept of pregnancy, it had felt so far from my life. Her fertility was right in front of me on full display. The way her clothing hugged her growing body, how she had to maneuver around her large bump only intrigued me more. While I was surrounded by the bounties of nature, the shop owner carried her own.
“I’m glad you’re satisfied.” She nodded.
“How much for the melon?” I asked, attempting to hide these overwhelming emotions behind my coin shack. She waved her hand. “Take as much as you’d like. I’m not sure if I’ll find somebody with your perspective.” The space between our words was palpable. I felt regret, witnessing such an ephemeral beauty pass me by in real time.
“Thank you, miss. I hope I can repay you soon. May I know your name?”
“Isme.” she extended a hand. It was natural for a merchant and a customer to exchange a handshake. But as mine were embraced by her especially large hands there was a line that was crossed. Our hands lingered a second longer, interrupted by another shopper that lined up behind me.
“Might we be reacquainted soon.” She pointed towards the field on the outskirts of town in their magnificent display of the entire spectrum of colors. The sun started to go down as I brought my arm full of fruit to the inn. The air was looking to be much warmer than anticipated with a subtle scent of flowers beginning to waft through the air.
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Night fell as I rested in front of the long day ahead of me. My stomach is as full as it could be. I rolled in my bed with the thoughts of Isme clouding my mind. The scent of cherry blossoms began to waft into my room even stronger now. I had a moment of peace before the commotion came in. The lobby filled up immediately, not one person had come in alone and their partners for the night were draped over each other’s arms.
On the first floor the scent of sweet pollen hit me like a tsunami, the experience dazed me to lose my footing under me as the embers of desire began to ignite within me. My heart began to race, I felt needy for attention, the touch of another human being. But none of the people who had filled into the lobby could satiate the craving I had developed in the day.
The sound of pollinators buzzing through the skyline with their gentle symbiosis. Not a fig wasp nor moth moved with any aggression. The smell of nectar wafted intensely into the air. Lines wrapped around the pubs and brothels alike. The silhouette of opened windows behind curtains echoed passionate sounds of pleasure where couples were clearly making love. Strangers would seemingly pass each other in the street and disappear into the inns and alleyways only to emerge from them minutes later.
The scent of nectar was overwhelming now. Into my sinuses and directly into my brain that felt like it was melting. My heart began to race. It was as if my peripherals were highlighted in a pink hue. There was something in the air, literally and metaphorically. In the sweet miasma there was a lust catalyzing hysteria, and I was also a victim.
“Haa… Haa…” my lust was verbal now. It was even hard to control my motor function. Even the rubbing from my underwear was overwhelming. My erection was twitching in my pants. From our short interaction she was the only thing on my mind. Nobody had ever left an impression on me as she did. I retraced my steps into the dark inn where people were attached to their lovers along the walls. The sounds of pleasure echoed further into the alleyway as I pursued the location of the fruit cart.
The cart was gone, and in my lust driven daze I felt deep regret as I saw the fruit cart gone from its morning location. I had missed my opportunity, and I may never see a woman like Isme again. How long would it be before I devolved into a horny monkey.
“You made it, traveler.”
The sight before me filled me with a primal sense of purpose. She dawned the same color violet fabrics, though far less draped over her bronze skin. Two pieces of clothing were held together by a couple of thin gold bands supported by her dramatically distended stomach at the center of her torso that were at my eye level. Her stomach distended far past her hips than my arms could ever wrap around. My head only reached the bottom of her ribs. I noted the strength of her backside to carry such a weight in preparation to birth her child. As she came to a stop her exposed skin rippled. Though heavy with a child in her womb she was still a flower in full bloom
The apt description of her ripe melons were hers alone now. The exposed skin let me marvel at the miracle of her life giving body. “Isme…” I uttered in relief, my cheeks lit aflame for her to see me in such a state, but as we got closer I realized we were under the same condition.
Her chest rose and fell, also under the spell of the night breeze. Under her translucent veil I could see the redness on her dark cheeks. One knee pointed inwards “You must be feeling it as well. You were just in time for the mass pollinator migration.” She took my hands into hers, picking up exactly where we had left off in the afternoon.
“I… apologize for being so… Mmh… forward…” I looked her in the eyes. The desire against either of our touches answered it so clearly that the verbal agreement was only a formality. “May… May we have sex?”
With the same haze in my eyes, Isme nodded with enthusiasm. She guided my to the hidden corner of the alleyway where her cart rested and her stalls of fruit were hidden, a little closet of space where the moonlight shined into the room.
Hinges unlocked and the bottom of the cart flew open. An entire wall had to come down in order to fit the pregnant woman who followed behind me. Her arms rested on my shoulders, guiding me to a bed that made up the majority of the cart's space. Her cart was illuminated by the moonlight. Her sheets were fuchsia under the azure moonlight.
I felt the warmth of her breasts and belly, our bodies pressed together, as we craved touch immediately. She turned me around and set me gently against her bed to see her from underneath and recognize the scale of our size difference.
“Was it melons that caught your eye earlier?”
She unclasped the top of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts that dropped heavily with their engorged fullness. Her amber droplets rolled readily against her dark breasts leaving behind a wet trail to her nipples. “Don’t be shy. There will be more than enough for my child. Drink.” My body desperately gave into her instruction. Her heavy breasts required physical labor from both hands to guide her into my mouth. Every touch caused her nipple to leak, down my chin beofre her heavy supple flesh filled my mouth.
Her body rocked back and fourth as she sucked air sharply to the sensations of lactation. Her milk filled my mouth with every suckle, nourishing me as she did before as I was indulged in a way only a mother can indulge me.. I was on fire. Her hands stripped me until my bare skin exposed itself to the night breeze before she explored my body. Her fingers slowly familiarized her with the shape and size of my body, it was as if she was evaluating how much I could take. Whatever she assumed, I wished that she would give it to me twofold. Last of which to be touched was my erection that had been growing against her body.
“Keep suckling. Let me feed you.” Her large hand enveloped most of my shaft. The bottom of her thumb rolled against my most sensitive spot at the bottom of the head. She began to stroke. Firm pumps gave the stimulation that my body crazed under the humid haze of aphrodisiacal pollen in the air.
My moans were muffled into her breast as she bit her lip to my sounds. Her touch directed the fire igniting all over my body. Nursing on her leaking teat became second nature. My airways were surrounded by her breasts, her scent, and the taste of her milk. My brain was overwhelmed by Isme. My hands began to explore, finding any foothold to reach Isme closer as she continued to work me agonizingly slowly.
My hands sunk into her flesh. The new grooves of a pregnant woman's body. The sensations of her body against my fingertips. The softness of her sides, her wide hip bones, and finally, the firmness of her belly parked up against my side as she leaned forward to nurse me. She pressed her midsection into me, allowing myself to enjoy the part of Isme’s body that truly caught my eye.
A pound, almost like a muffled thump. I would have thought to look at the entrance if it hadn't been for Isme's reaction.I looked down to find her belly contorted to sharm angles as limbs poked through her drum tight skin. My eyes could deceive me into seeing the details of a toe through The surface of her skin.
“Your nursing is making me have contractions.”
Her white stretch marks decorated her body like those on the burgeoning melons from before. They only looked more stunning while highlighted by the yellowish metal that draped over her maternal frame. She huffed. Her sheer size was too much to handle. Anxiety grew on her face, like she was watching a fleeting moment pass by. She took her hand off of my cock, leaving me to sigh in sexual frustration. She wore no bottom to cover her sex.
“Will you have me, traveler?”. She arranged every massive pillow on her bed to support her body. Her heavy, milk laden breasts were parted by the massive dome of her midsection, the undercarriage spread twice the width of my shoulders. She spread each of her tree trunk thighs to invite me into her. I was drawn to her belly as proof of her stunning fertility.
Her pussy was glistening in ways that I never thought imaginable. The entrance of the especially large woman was proportional. I couldn’t forget her tangent from earlier in the day. She was every bit the ripe fruit that she spoke about, and under the spell of the night I felt like if we didn’t have sex, I would die.
My whole body needed to accommodate her to take form to the love we’d make. As my hips pushed into the plush padding of her crotch my body parked against her firm midsection. There was a baby in here, one that had been growing inside of Isme for 10 long months.
I had to lift her heavy malleable belly to access her sex. I felt the weight of her child shift as she was relieved from the heaviness of her womb. She sighed, satisfied and exposed while my hands carried no less than half my body’s worth of weight.
With her child in hand, I finally thrusted. “Mnnnhhhhgggg.” came from my throat as her warm sex enveloped my body, sending a chill down my spine. Her insides were warm, nearly hot and full as they pushed against me in every direction with softness to give. Every angle of every thrust parted her walls in new exciting ways that made her moan and shutter in excitement. There was so much woman to make love to, and I only had one night to do it.
Her walls began to collapse around me. She gasped as she was forced to address the cramping that took hold of her abdomen. A contraction took hold around me and her uterus that went solid under my hands. Wetter, together, I felt every ridge around me as Isme's body tightened to ready herself to begin labor. She winced in pain as her fingers began to dig into the mountain of pillows behind her
Her pussy, pulsing and contracting. Her breaths steadied as I moved. Isme's stomach began to tighten, receding inside my arms. Her firm belly hardened around the shape of her uterus and refused to yield.
“Hooooooo…” left her lips. Her chin pointed towards the sky as she took in a deep breath and let a long exhale groan from her relaxed jaw. She stroked her stomach, quelling the movements that bobbed against her stomach between us.
“Please keep moving…” She begged to keep taking her as the contraction. Her walls pulsed and contracted with every thrust. I felt like I was interrupting her body as it labored, but I was privileged to feel Isme’s most intimate process. Every thrust was a fight as her body clung onto me as I pulled out, but hungrily took me back into her. Our moans blended together, releasing the feeling of her contractions against our sex.
Isme’s hands held my body, stroking my back and hips with idle lust as the powerful contraction came to an end. The area around her popped naval was red under the tension and the rest of her body grew hot. There was an intoxicated look in her eyes before she lifted her hips from between her legs.
Effortlessly she dragged into the pile of body size pillows. While she rotated her cumbersome body around me, her gold chains jingled against her stomach and before I knew it one of her soft, heavy thighs straddled my hips and swallowed me into the soft ocean of her warm body.
The weight of her round dominated my torso and pushed my breath out of me. “Mnnha-” I sighed, a breath was forced out of me as the weight of her hips and her belly sat against my torso. In an unprecedented erotic peril I realized that the pregnant merchant was going to use me.
“Forgive me traveler. We don't have much time.” She slurred as she maneuvered my cock against her entrance. I gasped, feeling the size of her entrance that was going to swallow my throbbing member whole. Isme’s soft, wet sex was intimidating to the sheer size of the pregnant woman on top of me. I flinched at the feeling of her wet juices subconsciously dripping from her wet hole like nectar from a flower begging to be fertilized. Her lust only made the developed young she carried in her uterus only more alluring. “I understand. Your body as it is… Haa… Is the greatest privilege.”
She took a deep sigh with a softened gaze to my comment. With the overwhelming anticipation of sex Isme plunged into me. “Mnnnnhhhh!” was forced out of my crushed lungs as my body sunk into the pile of pillows as I was swallowed into her gravid body. She groaned with heavy satisfaction as her body buckled forward. Her baby thrashed against me. The pressure of her womb was tangible as I felt the healthy life inside of her body.
It wasn’t enough for either of us. She maneuvered her large body over me, and slammed down all of her weight against my disproportionate member again. The sounds of our bodies filled the room as we collided onto her massive mattress. The bedframe groaned under the power of her pregnant body.
She couldn't hold all of her weight, causing all of the weight of her baby laden belly directly onto my shaft. My hips were crushed by each one of her heavy pumps. Her back arched as she threw her weight into me for her pleasure. Her body rippled with the effort, her breasts leaked a trail of milk that rained over my face and stained her bump. I could feel my body bruising and I didn't care. No price was too great for a lover her size
I could feel the pressure building in her hips as she rode. One hand sat atop her belly, steding her and digging into my body more and more. She held my hands against her mattress as we indulged. Her stomach began to tighten from over me this time. Her stomach receded back into her body
“Annnhhh~” I groaned, feeling the weight of her womb as it descended into her birth canal. With the mother in control she continued to ride through her labor pains. Her folds contorted around my cock, her gel-like juices stained my cock and ensured I could glide against her contracting vagina.
“Hnnggh!” She cried sharply as I felt a hard, muscular lip at the tip of my penis. With a quick inhale she moved again. “I-mmnnh-can-haaaa… Feel you against the baby.” she moaned through clenched teeth We climbed, further and further amidst her pains.
Her hips dominated me, her ass crashed into my pelvis with recoil sending vibrations to her dilating uterus. “Oh fuck…” I groaned. “Your baby is so low…” My comment drew a smile on her face. Her hands lifted and supported her belly at the height of the contraction. From below her I took control, thrusting into her heavy body as best I could as her face contorted in the characteristic features of sexual pleasure. “Nhha~ Yes-Yes!” she cried as her whole body tightened.
She felt every one of my thrusts sending vibrations to her womb as I hit her harder and faster. I prodded her dilated cervix until finally her hips gave in and sunk into my body. My cock jabbed into a thin, rubbery layer before releasing my seed into her exposed uterus. My ejaculation released a pent up sensation from within her that had been building for 10 long months.
“GUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAAH!” Isme cried. Her hips spasmed as she grinded over me. Her pussy twitched wildly to accept every drop of semen her pussy demanded from me. Her fingers ran through her scalp as she gyrated her nude body over mine. We panted, our sensitive sexes riding the sensations. My hands drew across her engorged womb between us, worshipping her virile round under its weight. As my palms contacted the surface of her red, taut skin the thin layer separating my penis from her baby ruptured.
Isme took a sharp gasp as the protective layer within her audibly popped from within her. Immediately a bathtub of warm waters erupted onto my waist, leaving myself and a majority of the pillows under me drenched. We took heavy breaths in disbelief against her stained sheets.
“Your… Waters…” I said, half in observation, half in question. Isme nodded with a look of shock and disbelief on her face.
“You… You popped me, traveler. It looks like you picked another overripe specimen” She joked. Her smile disappeared quickly with a wince of her labor pains. “A-ahhh~” she cried, the pains forcing her to keel over my body.She held onto my body, vulnerable and afraid on top of me as intense labor pains reduced her to tense, shaky breaths.
“Stay with me, traveler?” she asked, as if leaving my lover of the night to labor alone was an option. “Of course.” I reassured her. I assisted her as best I could onto her side where she rubbed the bottom of her stomach in the new, overwhelming pain.
“Mmmnhhhh-” she groaned, pressing our foreheads into each other once more. “Ah~ Ah~” her knee swayed side to side as the effort of childbirth and adrenaline coursed through her veins. I wanted to relieve her
I pressed my forehead against hers. Slightly, she let go of some tension she carried in her face. She took deeper breaths and allowed the contraction to do the work of sending her child downwards. We both watched as her belly changed shape at the end of the contraction. The gravity of the moment was palpable. Isme was giving birth and I was watching her.
Between contractions we heard the moans and sounds of sex around us. Sweet pollen still lingered in the air. Our warm bodies still craved more.Her sounds blended in with the sounds of the lovers around us, filling in the air with erotic sensual background noise. The atmosphere was not lost on us
Our lips met and we began to touch. Through kisses her jaw released the tension she held. She opened her mouth, her tongue explored the inside of my mouth, leaving us longing for more. “Can you feel my baby, traveler?” She requested.
“From inside?” I asked. She nodded. My hand followed her hot, red midsection down to between her legs. My fingers led a journey across her gigantic body before I found her outside lips from under her belly. Isme let out a sigh at the contact. She spread her legs further, making it easier to find her labia, and deeper, her entrance.
“Mnnnhhhh~” She moaned as my fingers parted her delicate folds and pushed into her. Her chest rose as she softly thrusted against my fingers. My fingers grazed a warm, round mass. “Haaaa-nnnghhh!” Isme groaned suddenly. Her thighs began to shake as the walls of her vagina began to close around my fingers. I watched her stomach crunch itself again. From within her I moved my fingers
The lip of her cervix hugged the head as it descended. I held my breath, watching the large, round head of her child separate the lips I had passionately thrusted into just minutes before. As she let go of her push the head receded back into her slightly. Tired, childbirth was every ounce the endeavor I understood it to be. My fingers slowly exited her body with the effort of her pushes. “You’re making such good progress.”
Through deep breaths she smiled and nodded, her face lighting up with pride. Isme demanded more kisses by leaning her face closer to which I obliged. Between her contractions she pressed her forehead to mine and we kissed under the illumination of the moonlight. Sweat stained my forehead as she whimpered into my body. Her tender noises of sex, she ended her contraction with a smile.
Her face tightened in the middle of our kiss. “A-annghhh!!!” She groaned against my lips. She sucked air in sharply and bore down with power, My fingers were forced out of her as the head occupied her entrance and spread her labia open. “Mnnnghhhh!” Isme moaned before she moved with the contraction again. The head spread her open, the round shape stayed as she pushed but as soon as she let go the head receded back into her slightly.
“Oh goodness, it burns.” She groaned. “That must be what the head feels like.” I communicated. The update seemed to stun Isme who looked at me with a glint in her eyes.
“Would you like to feel?” I offered. She nodded and I slowly guided her hand across her large body. Isme gasped, her hand patted the little head between her legs with relief. We felt the delicate little orb that was slowly being born through Isme’s grueling effort. Her crotch was still sensitive as we felt her body accommodating her baby’s head. Slowly, I drew circles around her stretched skin.
“Touch me, I’m having another contraction-ohhhhhhh.” There was a head engaged between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I drew my fingers in a circle around the head.
“Unnnnghhhhhh!” Her pushes came directly from her base. Every graze against her sensitive clit got Isme to take a deep breath and relax to feel all of the sensations of the crowning head, the pleasure and the pain. “Nnnnghhhh!” Through the steady stimulation her breasts began to leak again. The droplets were whiter now. Her body must have known that her baby was almost here. The head stretched her vulva even more. I could feel the head underneath my fingers as it passed through their mother’s opening.
Between isme’s legs was the size of a cantaloupe. Her clit poked above that head. With one finger placed upon her sensitive nub I massaged her outer lips as they stretched around the orb. Her eyelids fluttered as she moaned, exposing more of the child's head. “You're making me so wet…”
The crown was a beautiful sight, a provocative, indulgent sight that I needed to savor every moment of. Isme’s laboring pussy was every bit the flower that attracted her mate. She gasped as she saw that I was headed between her legs as she readied herself for the next intense feeling to claim her partially born head and her trembling clit teased me to pleasure her more.
To indulge every one of my ambitions I buried my face between her gigantic legs. “Mnnnnhaaaa~” she gasped as her pitch raised. Her folds were saturated in juices, making my tongue slick against her most sensitive areas.
The sensations made her tremble as her sharp moan elevated into a high pitch squeal. “I didn’t know a laboring mother, mnnhhfff, could feel so much pleasure!” Isme cried. Her hands found the back of my head and held me in place against her pussy as she labored.
“Ohhhhh… Fuuuuuuckkkk!” She chortled as she suffocated into the throws of cunnilingus and labor. “I’m going to cum, you’re going to make me cum while giving birth to my child.” Isme squealed as her toes curled against the sheets of her bed.
“Push, Isme.” I instructed. “Deliver your baby.”
“Mnnhhh.” My attention towards her erogenous point lightened for her to build the energy for a decisive push. “Nhhhh-haaaaa-hooo-hooo-hooooo.”
Isme's fingers dug into the sheets. Her calf began to rise over my head, its size blocked the moonlight above me. The leverage focussed more energy on the mother. The cavern created by her massive thighs tremble around me. She hummed, low and powerful, her voice peaked, growing as her body’s tremors climbed into an earthquake of pleasure. She held her thighs open for her child and my tongue. The weight of her belly sat directly on my forehead, and the mass was only going down
“MnnnnnhhhaaAAAAA!!!!”
She lifted her hips and thrusted against my face. A shoulder popped free from her first violent jerk. “GUAAAAAAAOOOOOHHH!!” The second shoulder followed.
But the heavy child still sat in her birth canal. The rest of the body needed their mother’s effort to be born.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! Her vocal chords rang until they grew hoarse as she exploded into a shrill scream that silenced the entire block as her orgasm shot the rest of her child's body onto the bed. Isme’s body spasmed as they returned to her laid down position. Her child was heavy as I took the slippery, squirming newborn into my arms and onto the mother’s chest for her to witness the first breaths of her child.
With relief she embraced her young with her arms as I got to witness a new milestone of life, the very moment a woman became a mother. In a pool of her own fluids, covered in sweat, with her child still attached to her body, Isme was beautiful.
The first moment Isme could let her head rest against her pillow she did. She looked at me. “I never asked you for your name, traveler. I want to know the name of the man who gave me this pleasure.”
“Rayn…” I answered. She panted, cradling her newborn son in her arms. “What a wonderful name. Perhaps next season we will make a child that has that name.”
I blushed. “They may have that name as long as I have the privilege to watch their mother as she bears that fruit.”
