I'm imagining helping the elf king through his births in his chambers. Helping to stretch his already wide opening even more. There's still a long way to go. But if he's a very good boy for the stretching then I'll massage his poor distended belly until it's time for the next stretch.
Telling him he needs to walk about if he's to speed the labor along. He tells me he doesn't know if he can. I'll tell him "fine. Let more of your subjects sneer at you behind your back as your labor drags on and on and you show your weakness more and more". He reluctantly stands up and I tell him how good he is. I reassure him that his next birth will be easier. Perhaps the next time he won't need my comfort, however it would be a shame to miss out on such a pretty picture as him laboring.
he’d be so lucky if he had you to help him! poor king doesn’t have anyone he could rely on.
Words 1478 | mpreg, birth, elven customs, public masturbation, giving birth in public, giving birth in clothes
He had done as the healer had instructed, turning the screw in the machination every hour. His passage was screaming for something to fill it. The emptiness of the open ring was horrid.
It was late morning already when Aldoran forced his tired and pained body out of the bed. His belly hung so low, but it was rigid with a contraction, and Aldoran fought against pushing. He rubbed his belly and dressed into a simple robe. He had to eat.
Walking was a shameful thing in his condition. His belly was so heavy that the king had to carry it with his hands, and now the metal ring spreading his anus open, forcing him to waddle even wider than before. He could feel fluid dripping from his gaping hole with every contraction. He couldn’t keep from pushing as he walked, but he kept them short and gentle.
Breakfast was served for him as he arrived in the dining hall. He looked at the food, leaning on the table for support while approaching his seat.
”Ouhh!” Aldoran moaned as he sat down heavily, the contraption in his ass feeling unnatural in every possible way. ”Ahhh…” his hips bucked, hard cock searching for some friction. Oh, what he wouldn’t have done to have something fill his opening. Preferably his baby.
Breakfast was slow to progress. He was struggling to eat as his belly contracted. He had to hurry, as he was to meet a lord soon after, and he still had to change his clothes.
His servant had picked out a robe for him. It was a glorious golden shade with metal ornaments along the whole front. Lacing in the back made it all the more beautiful. Struggling to fit into his robe while his anus was constantly stretched open was torturous. Once the robe was on him, a servant took up the task of lacing the back tightly. Aldoran moaned as pressure increased in his belly each time the servant tightened the laces. The metal detailing in the front of the robe didn’t allow room for any expansion.
He had asked the servant not to tie it up so tight, and still, once the robe was on him, his belly was tighter than a drum against the fabric and its detailing.
The elegantly dressed lord of his kingdom was waiting for him at the meeting table when Aldoran finally made it to the chamber. He tried to stand with his head held high, but the compression of his clothes on his contracting belly made him want to curl forward.
”King Aldoran, thank you for meeting me”, the lord said as he stood up upon seeing his king. He bowed his head, but Aldoran saw the scrutinous look that he gave at his midsection.
”Please”, Aldoran said and motioned him to sit back down, ”how may I help you. Is everything alright?” He tried to hide how difficult walking was for him. One foot in front of the other, he made his way to the opposite side of the meeting table. His belly was so tight, his ass so stretched as he sighed and sat down. He wanted to moan, but did not.
As he sat, he could feel the pressure inside him growing as the fabric and metal detailing of his robe bunched up and pulled downwards.
”Yes, my king, everything is fine. I was sent here by the council of the lords and ladies to check on you. To our understanding, your labor so far has not progressed quite as expected.”
Aldoran’s eyebrows shot up. They’d noticed.
”No, no no, everything is perfectly fine and progressing as should. Maybe ever so slightly slow to our liking, but progressing nevertheless.” Aldoran responded, waiving his hand in dismissal. He steeled his face against the agony his tight robes caused him, paired with the contraction that now squeezed his womb as well. His anus twitched around the stretching mechanism, and the king’s hand went to hold his belly.
”Oh? Would you mind describing your progression, my king? The council will be happy to hear of it!”
Aldoran smiled even as his teeth were grinding against each other as his body forced him to push. He could feel the mass inside his passage move lower by the second. The pressure of his tight robe pressed down on the huge mound of flesh and kept moving it lower and lower.
”Of course!” The king chimed. He breathed deeply as he pushed again, gripping the table. ”Or even better, I can show you. Have the council fetched here and you just might see the birth tonight. The head is about to come out!”
The face of the council member lit up as he stood and bowed, scurrying towards the door.
”Oughhhhh…” Aldoran moaned now that he was alone, and immediately regretted inviting the council to watch. He would have to stay elegant, stay effortless. The king’s hands flew to palpate his belly. It was so tight against the embroidered tunic that he wasn’t able to make even the slightest dent in the dome. And it was so low. The huge mass inside his pelvis made it impossible to close his legs.
If he could just birth the child before the council arrived.
Aldoran moaned as he hurriedly stood up, the momentum causing an uncomfortable churn inside him. He heaved against the table, belly hanging heavy from his middle. Back arched, he pushed with the next contraction. A sharp grunt forced itself from the king’s throat as the stretching device clattered to the floor.
He didn’t bother to quiet down his moans as he felt the head of the baby closing in on his entrance. He brought his hand underneath the hem of the tunic and found his leaking anus. Oh gods, how his flesh was swollen and bulged out. The head felt huge, almost impossibly so. But he could feel the hot skin of his child inside, and as he pushed, it came closer.
”Hoooo!” He heaved, grasping the table white-knuckled, knees bending to make more space in his hips. He was practically squatting in the meeting hall, hand feeling his anus, cock hard and dripping against his belly, as his asshole slowly but surely opened up to accommodate the emerging child.
”Oh I can feel it!” King Aldoran moaned at the feeling, ass twitching and trembling.
”It’s coming outtttt!” He groaned low in his throat as the burning stretch assaulted his senses. ”Ooooh…. Ah…” moaning openly, lewd and wanton as his hips bucked to rub his cock against the hot skin of his belly, Aldoran pushed to birth his baby. The stretching was horrible, his rim burning. His lips were drawn into a grimace as he hissed through the pain.
The door to the hall opened and the council, consisting of highly esteemed lords and ladies of the kingdom, as well as some friends and advisors, pooled in. Aldoran bit his lip as he stifled a scream from tearing from his throat as his anus opened around the babe’s head. The council watched in silence as the backside of the king's tight tunic began to bulge. It was slight at first, but as the king pushed, more and more started to show.
It was clear there was progress now.
The council was suddenly surrounding the king, watching without blinking as his hands gripped the edge of the table and he squatted low. His large belly was protruding like a torpedo between his bent knees. It was mesmerizing. They had never witnessed a birth so difficult. The babe had to be large and strong to make their king struggle so.
The king pushed, face reddening with effort.
Then suddenly he screamed, his hips bucking one final time, and he collapsed to the ground, on his hands and knees. The backside of his tunic was straining with a bulge so big that it was obvious to everyone what had happened. The front of the fabric was stained with a wet splotch where the king had ejaculated while birthing the head.
“It’s out… it’s out”, the king panted, exhausted. He reached for the tunic’s hem and struggled to pull it over his arse.
Everyone in the room gasped as the babe’s head was revealed, for it was not a head.
From inside the king’s obscenely stretched anus, parting his smooth ass cheeks, was a pair of legs and the bottom half of a torso.
“It’s the wrong way!” Someone yelled in horror. One of the ladies was already halfway to the door, her mission to tell the entire kingdom what was going on inside the castle.
“What?” Aldoran moaned as his belly tightened again in a contraction. His hand flew to touch between his legs and indeed found… legs.
He collapsed onto the floor on top of his contracting belly as his world went dark.
please are you ever gonna finish a labor fit for a king? it's soooo delicious
i absolutely will! it’s crazy how time flies by and it’s been so long since i last updated… but i have a chapter in the works, it’s just sloooow progress!
regarding A King Should Labor Effortlessly,,, you said you'd like some asks and i just,, oughh god this fic has made me insane for a month so
he's being stretched by healers now, and the premise of the fic has been that the baby (babies?) are coming much more slowly than he'd assumed, so,, what if the baby suddenly does come much sooner than he's prepared for? what if he and the healers are anticipating this stretching method will take at least another week before anything significant happens and then suddenly he's pushing and stretching and screaming,, the stretching instrument popping out unceremoniously as he's forced to suddenly begin the slow and agonizing process of crowning far earlier than is normally healthy,,, the first head peeking out of his asshole enough to expel any stretching instruments but not enough to let the birth end,,,
goddddd what if he's forced to attend meetings this way, stretched so wide that he's forced to lay back and spread his legs for the nobles that seek his audience; pushing and crying while no progress is made
please?
ohhh yes! i love especially the stretching device violently popping out of him. pushing while in a meeting: check. crowning while others are watching: check. crying: check.
Words: 1777 | mpreg, birth, elven customs, public masturbation
The audience continued after the small altercation. The people changed, but the king remained. He had found the pressure inside his birth canal to be increasing and it was getting more and more uncomfortable to sit down. A servant had picked up the dildo that had fallen from inside him.
He could hardly pay any mind to the citizens speaking as worry and fear were fighting over his mind. His babies were about to come. He could feel them squirming lower and lower into his birth canal with every contraction even if he wasn’t pushing. His hands were constantly rubbing his belly and his weight was shifting from one buttock to the other as the pressure built.
Back spasming he welcomed the last citizens of the day into the hall. They were noble elves, some of whom Aldoran could even call his friends. As he greeted them, he swallowed down a gasp of pain as his muscles contracted again and the pressure in his backside grew.
”Ah, still pregnant as ever, my king,” an elf remarked as he bowed politely. Through gritted teeth, Aldoran chuckled and nodded.
”Pregnant as ever, but hopefully not for long now, as I should be birthing any moment now,” the king responded, smiling as he forced his legs to carry his full weight again as the pressure in his back became too much to sit.
”We had heard you were nearing the end of your journey and wanted to see for ourselves, your grace,” his friend chimed in and watched with keen eyes as Aldoran, rather ungracefully, stepped down the steps from his chair. He waddled with his legs open wide, knees bent, and one hand supporting his back while the other held the bottom of his gigantic belly.
Aldoran hissed at the painful contraction and stopped midway through the steps as he gave a small push.
”Ouhhhhh…” he moaned as pressure built in his lower back and the next step he tried to take down the stairs was even more difficult. It felt like there was a boulder inside his hips and he had to walk with his ass pushed out and legs opened wide to make it down.
”We can see that you are indeed nearing the end”, one spoke, but the king couldn’t decipher which one as he was too focused on the pain in his hips as he walked down.
Aldoran groaned and stopped in his tracks to rub his lower back as the pressure only kept on increasing. His hips were too full, they almost felt like he could hardly move his legs anymore. He was out of breath and despite his hands rubbing his lower back at all times, the discomfort wasn’t easing. He huffed and took another step down, but his knees bent as the pressure in his backside was starting to become unbearable and he shouted out a moan.
The highborn elves were eyeing him with mild worry, although some of them looked more annoyed than concerned. They glanced at each other and spoke in hushed voices: ”It is clear this is the king’s first pregnancy… he has no grace at all bearing this child.”
”Agh! Ah ahhh…” Aldoran moaned as the pressure increased. The contraction still forced his body to push and as he did so, he fell into a deep squat.
”AGHH!” the king screamed once more through gritted teeth. His hands moved to his backside, feeling between his cheeks through his robe. He could feel a large bulge right around his entrance, with the whole area from his anus to his balls being swollen and pushed out. He could not have closed his legs even if he wanted to. ”Oh gods it’s coming,” Aldoran moaned through gritted teeth.
As he stopped pushing, the horrible pressure in his hips eased again. ”If you’ll excuse me, I think I must retire to my chambers now…” the king spoke with a strained voice, his hand moving to hold the railing of the stairs to hoist himself up again.
”Of course, my king,” they responded but before they stepped outside the doors to the great hall, they turned to look to see the king waddle with his legs open and ass pushed out with both of his hands clutching his heaving belly.
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He did retire to his chambers, although the walk there took him great effort and a long time. The soldiers guarding the halls did not comment on the way he would moan and shout whenever a contraction forced his body to push. He could feel fluid trickle out of his hole with each push. His cock was hard as ever underneath his robes and his chest was aching with every step he took.
Once he made it to his chambers, he locked the door behind him and immediately cast his robes to the floor. He moaned as his hands rubbed into the bare skin of his gigantic belly, and as he waddled in front of the tall mirror close to his dresser, his mouth fell open; his belly was tighter than ever, but the bulk of its mass was so low over his hips now, that the top looked almost empty. More than ever the wild and bulging shape of his baby bump made him resemble a stuffed turkey as the mass of the babe was gathered at the bottom.
Aldoran hissed as he turned and bent over ever so slightly to catch a glimpse at his backside.
”Oh my heavens…” he gasped at the sight of it. His whole perineum was swollen with a huge lump sitting right behind his entrance. His hole felt still loose from the stretching but didn’t yet reveal anything.
As he was observing his body in the mirror, another contraction seized his middle.
”Agh! Hmmmm,” Aldoran moaned. Looking down, he saw his belly change shape as the muscles worked to push the baby lower. He tried to keep from pushing as he slowly lowered to his knees and then braced his hands against the floor as well.
Now on his hands and knees with his bottom facing the mirror he pushed. He bore down harder than he had ever before, so much so that he felt the mass in his crotch almost surge outwards. He looked into the mirror to see the obscene-looking swell grow ever larger and finally, his hole started to open. It was a slight change, but the king saw it. He moaned and one hand flew to his backside, effortlessly dipped a finger into his hole, and felt it. Tears sprung to his eyes as he felt the mass of his child inside his passage with his finger. Then he was forced to push again and he felt the babe move towards his touch.
”Hnnng! Yes, baby… just like that. Come on out!” He spoke through gritted teeth as he pushed. His finger started to move around his rim in a circular motion, opening the hole for the baby to come.
He labored in front of the mirror until his knees screamed in pain from being on the ground for so long. Whenever a contraction wasn’t squeezing his middle and he was relaxed, his belly would almost touch the floor when it hung from him. The pull of it strained his back and he was constantly moving his hips to relieve the pain.
He had started to get desperate, it felt like what little progress he had made, had stopped. No matter how he pushed, his hole didn’t open up any larger, and when the huge mass of the head of the baby pushed his perineum outwards, it receded backward every time the king stopped pushing.
Face wet with both tears and sweat, Aldoran crawled to his bed so he could use the mattress to support him in getting up. Arms braced on the bed he rose to a squat, legs opened wide by the huge belly between them. When he touched his backside, it felt like the boulder inside his anus was even larger. Aldoran swayed his hips until another contraction had him bearing down.
He was tired and desperate, so along with push, he screamed. His ass bulged out and his hips felt fuller, but still, his hole didn’t open.
There was a knock on the door to his chambers.
”Yes?”
”It’s a healer, my king. The door is locked.”
Aldoran cursed under his breath and pushed himself standing despite the contraction gripping his belly.
”Ah… ah… ah…” he moaned as he waddled slowly to the door and unlocked it.
The healer didn’t bat an eye at the fully nude king and helped him back towards the bed. He instructed Aldoran to bend over so he could assess the situation and Aldoran did as he was bid.
”Hmm it seems you are birthing a rather large baby indeed. It might very well be that there is only the one inside you…” the healer mused as he touched Aldoran’s puffy rim with a finger, and then cupped his entire bulging crotch in his hand.
”AHHHH!” Aldoran screamed at the feeling, his cock twitching against his belly.
”Is it too big to come out?” Aldoran asked with desperation in his voice.
”No no, of course not. We just need to stretch your opening a bit more.”
He took out a satchel that sounded like it contained metal, by the clinking it made when moved. From inside the healer took out a circular object. It was sort of a ring, with a curved, soft edge and a screw protruding towards the inside of the ring.
”I think this one will be a good size…,” the healer mused and without a warning inserted the ring at the king’s opening. He used his fingers to stretch the rim around the object so that its curved edges wrapped around the rim from both inside and outside, securing it firmly in place.
”Ahhh no… it feels wrong,” Aldoran moaned at the feeling of his ass being stretched so open yet having nothing inside save his baby. ”Too open…”
”My dear king, it will be even more open.”
With that, the healer turned the screw on the object and Aldoran felt it grow larger, stretching his anus even wider.
”Ghhh!” He grunted and flinched away.
”You’ll just need to turn the screw on the machine a couple times per hour and we should have this child out of you in no time!”
The healer left with that chirpy phrase and Aldoran was left panting alone bent over the edge of the bed, his heaving belly hanging low towards the floor and his ass stretched open by a metal ring.
