the little grunts of pain, the baby dropping low. the sub being too nervous to say any until you find them, panting on the floor with their legs spread and pussy soaking their underwear as you can just start to see the baby force its way to a crown and it bulges under the cotton.
imagine they look up at you with desperate eyes, crying as their hand cups their straining mound desperate for some relief. they just need you to tell them to push, and they’ll follow that urge.
“aww you poor thing, that looks like it hurts. yeah it does? you wanna push, don’t you? yeah? don’t do it, it’s not good for you. i know it’s big and heavy, but you shouldn’t push it out. you don’t need to know what’s happening, i’ll keep you safe. just listen to me and you’ll be okay, understand? deep breaths. no no no, stop pushing, not even gentle pushes. open up, let me feel. i know it hurts, it’s okay, you can cry if you need. wow, you’re stretched wide, aren’t you? yeah? it burns doesn’t it? it does? you’re so cute. no no, don’t push. your tummy keeps hurting? you poor thing. i know it’s scary, you’ll be okay. just don’t push and it’ll be okay.”