Since my asks were glitching:
@pickledpet :
“I hope you're getting worked up, this would be unimaginably hot...😵💫
I'd feel so guilty cause I'd want to help you give birth but I wouldn't be able to stop myself from constantly complimenting your huge belly and I could only tear my eyes away from your labouring cunt to stare at your shirt that has become see-through due to your breasts leaking so much.
I'd keep finding excuses to stroke your belly, touch your nipples and "help you stretch" around the baby's head. I would hardly be able to keep my composure watching you like that, my cunt would be so fucking wet...💕💕😖
I'd secretly hope you have another baby tucked in the back of your distended womb, waiting to dip down your cervix and fill your birthcanal. 😵💫”
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Ughhhhhh absolutely please 😩
And I can just imagine, as you lift the newborn out from out between my legs, forcing me to start to finally process the meaning of the events that had just transpired I let out a wail as I am wracked with another large and agonizing contraction, the sensation of something opening me from the inside once again causing me to scream that there’s something else inside me, the thought of twins far from my mind.
You cradle my first born in one arm and press your hand of your other against my opening as it flutters between the final contractions before the head begins to press against me from the inside. You tell me I could be having twins and to give a nice big push like I had before. I bear down, refusing to believe your words.
I push and push but make little headway other than the burst of amniotic fluid that comes spilling out of mg my sore and swollen cunt that keeps gaping open fruitlessly with every push. I’m drained and sensitive beyond all belief from the first birth, and somehow this second one feels larger, determined to make me accept that I am pregnant, and the only way to make it so I wasn’t was to scream this larger one out
