Ugh I love pregnant businessmen… really like the idea of a high level exec with like 800 important projects frantically waddling around in a shirt like four sizes too big for him but the buttons are still straining around the torpedo triplet belly that enters rooms long before the rest of him. Everyone’s afraid to question him but they can’t help but stare at his visibly contracting belly, and he tells them yeah yeah he was supposed to have had the kids and be on paternity leave already, but it’s fine, he has so many loose ends to tie up!
He arrived at work at 7AM sharp with the labor suppressants on hand but he hasn’t taken them yet cause they’re an extreme measure. So even though he keeps having to stop during conversations to lean on tables and groan his way through brutal contractions, he still doesn’t think it’s time for the pills. He’s coated in sweat and idly circling his hips as he talks to coworkers, trying to find a way to stand where the lowest baby’s head doesn’t feel so heavy.
He’s touching base about his most important project at 10:00AM when he starts to feel the need to push. But he just… doesn’t. Resists it even though it makes him feel squirmy and uneasy and like he wants to scream. Mumbles, “Don’t push, dooon’t push” to himself as he tries and fails to jog to his office after, too bow-legged by the feeling that a head is about to fall out of him.
He manages to duck into his office’s private bathroom and get his pants off before his water breaks. But when he examines himself in the full length mirror, he finds the first baby already making a bulging dome of his pussy, and resigns himself to pushing it out. He leans back on a chair he brought in for this purpose and watches his cunt slowly flex open with each push, shuddering at the sight. The pressure makes his meta cock stand up, making it look as huge and swollen as it ever has.
After a good half hour of watching the head bob closer and closer to its widest point before sinking back in, it finally stays, spreading his hole in a tight crown. He throws his head back and groans in pain, toes curling as he drags his fingertips delicately over his taut cunt lips. He massages his perineum and applies counter pressure as the head slowly, slowly teases him, always looking ready to pop out. Finally it bursts out, and he yelps, shuddering. He delivers in a few more pushes.
By 11, he’s sent his first baby on its way with one of the nannies he’s had on standby and is ready to jump back in to his schedule. He tosses back a dose of labor suppressant pills before he goes, and they work like a dream. The contractions ease up enough that they’re practically background noise, only the pressure of a low head occasionally reminding him that birth is imminent.
He works all the way until 4PM before the pressure starts to be too intense to think through, and he decides he should probably at least check what’s going on down there. He steps into the empty office of someone who went home early and reaches into his pants—only to find a head peeking out into his underwear! It thrills him almost as much as it annoys him; they should really have a warning on the label if the pills can’t handle a birth canal that’s already opened for another baby.
Oh well. Nothing for it. He limps back to his office and drops into a squat as soon as he closes the door, groaning at the relief of his pelvis flaring open. He hisses through his teeth as the head surges forward, stinging his cunt, and cups his bulging lips, exhaling shakily as he tries to massage them. The positioning just happens to make his palm into a nice little divot for his swollen cock to rub against, and he feels it going rock hard as his cunt grows round and heavy with the barely-held head. He keeps it there, rocking his hips and massaging for a long while before finally the pressure is unbearable, and he starts to push.
He crowns quickly, and this time as he tends to his stretched lips, he circles his fingertips around his perked cock every once in a while, too, teasing it. When he births the head, the release of pressure almost feels like something more, so much so that it leaves his cock pulsing and tender to the touch. But he leaves the poor little thing lonely while he guides his second baby out, easily pushing out one shoulder and then the other.
After another nanny from his team whisks away the new child, and he rubs the limp, heavy shape of the one remaining in his womb. He glances at his watch, seeing it’s only a bit after 4:30. The pills might not be enough to get him through the business dinner tonight—hors d'oeuvres will start at 5:00, main course at 6:00, and the execs will probably want to stay for coffee after the sales guys leave, so that could go to 9 or 10, easy. And with his birth canal now twice-loosened… he needs something more.
He unlocks the special drawer of his desk and hums thoughtfully as he surveys the contents. His selection of toys has seen a lot of use during his pregnancy; sometimes nothing can satisfy the hormones like wearing a vibe all day or sitting on a dildo during a video call. But one item that hasn’t seen much use is a massive plug. He intended to use it to stretch himself out before the births, but his one attempt to get it in had failed after over an hour of trying. Now, though…
He spreads his legs, and gently holds his tender, birth-stretched lips back. He had to give up at 3/4ths of the way inside when he first tried it, but this time the plug glides easily to that depth. His aching birth canal clutches at it, and he rolls his head back, squirming in exquisite pain. With slow, gentle screwing motions back and forth, he works the plug in. It’s massive, but it still feels small compared to a head.
“Come on,” he moans, “come on, c—AH!” His body jerks as the plug pops inside, settling happily beyond the still remarkably elastic muscles around his opening, nudging heavily against his poor cervix. He cringes and squirms a little, feeling something almost like suction as his dilated cervix flexes around the blunt nose of the toy. “Ohhh fuck…”
It’s massive. His overused cunt stings around it and the discomfort of it peeking into his womb makes him feel almost sick, but he knows one thing for sure: that baby isn’t going anywhere while he’s plugged like this.
He staggers to his feet, and spends the whole time getting ready for the dinner groaning loud and long as the plug shifts inside him, its weight bullying his cunt for every moment. His little cock tents his briefs, standing so hard that he can even see it through his slacks, though he doubts anyone else would notice, especially beneath the shadow of his still-huge belly. Though he’s pushed out two of the triplets now, his womb still feels half-full, maybe more.
He’s still big enough that no one at the dinner seems to suspect that he’s already started delivering. They can tell he’s close, what with the slow, wincing, wide-stanced way that he walks, and how he can’t stop shifting when seated, but no one bothers him about it as he keeps his spirits high and the subject on business.
After it takes two employees to help him groan himself to his feet, he waddles heavily into the bathroom to check the plug. There’s so much pressure that he isn’t surprised when he sees his crotch bulging obscenely low, so stretched that it’s shaped like a head is halfway out of him even though there’s barely a glimpse of the dildo’s silicone between his puffy red lips. He shudders and strokes his perked dick, eyes rolling back at its sheer sensitivity.
Though he could spend hours touching his birth-swollen cunt, he knows the other execs are waiting for him in the lounge. He’s shuffling slow with a hand to his back and his hips heavily forward when he joins them. Without the employees to behave for, half the exec board is coming over to tease him about how close he looks, and tell him he really should be in the hospital, and feel his still-shockingly-taut belly beneath his straining shirt. He indulges in their attention, subtly rocking his hips to feel the massive plug.
But soon, too soon, he feels the breath-stealing cramp of a head splitting his cervix. His cunt lips sting, cupped between the weight of his plug-deformed pussy and the crotch of his slacks.
With ties loosened around the room and more than a little of someone’s flask of whiskey shared between most of the execs, they’re bolder in watching him. One of the board members reclines on a couch, trailing fingers over the stark line stretching the crotch of his slacks. The vice president of marketing sits on the arm of a chair, her sharp pencil skirt hiked halfway up her thigh and her hips rolling against the upholstery.
It’s the CFO who finally approaches him.
“What’s this?” His deep, cool baritone makes the pregnant man shudder, and that’s before the heavy hand with the Rolex on the wrist cups his bulging crotch. “The head’s coming?”
“No.” He groans and lets his head fall back, settling his weighty cunt in this powerful man’s hand. “Head’s… in my cervix. Mmh.” The suppressant is beginning to wear off, the single steady cramp he’s felt all around his pelvic cradle tightening into something with more promise. “Ohhhh…”
“Then what’s this?” The CFO gently hefts the weight in his hand, and the laboring exec moans wretchedly.
“Ohhh, fuck. It’s- a plug. It’s plugging me up. Keeping the baby in. But- I feel it coming.” Before he knows what’s happening, his cunt bulges and the plug presses firmly against the CFO’s palm. “Oh- fuck, I’m pushing… oh…”
The CFO makes a low, purring sound. He strokes the straining pussy in his hand. “Why don’t you show us, baby?”
His head spins, the burn in his pussy increasing as he pushes the head firmly into his cervix. The contraction passes, leaving him gasping, swaying his hips, groaning. The CFO, still holding him by the bulge of his crotch, guides him by the plugged pussy to an ornate rug in the middle of the room. He unbuttons the laboring exec’s slacks and tugs them down, along with his soaked underwear.
“Come on, be a team player and show us.”
His cock aches as he sinks shakily to his knees. As a contraction grips his lower back, he groans and falls forward onto his hands, leaving his bare pussy upturned between his legs, showing the room how it stretches obscenely around the massive plug. The whole room watches as more and more black silicone inches out.
“Holy shit, he really plugged his cunt up,” someone says.
The exec in the pencil skirt draws a knee up and lets a hand fall between her toned thighs, openly circling two manicured nails over the seam of her pantyhose. “He likes it. Being good and plugged for us this whole time.”
With a wrung-out moan, he releases the push, shuddering as he feels his lips suck the plug back in. He rocks in place, limbs trembling as the muscles in his lower body remain seized tight around the head in his cervix.
He’s still catching his breath when his belly tenses towards him again. He gasps, disoriented by how quickly that came on, what was that, a minute? 30 seconds?
“It’s coming,” he groans as his cunt squeezes uselessly around the plug. “The baby’s coming, I need to push it out…”
“Hm.” Footsteps behind him. Then, a playful tap on the base of the plug, barely a nudge but still enough to make him whimper and jerk away from the stimulus. “Well,” says the CFO, “I guess you need to push out this plug, first.”
The thing is, he could reach around and get the plug out of his own pussy if it came to it. There is no actual reason to continue to endure this pain, the gut-twisting discomfort of being blocked from birthing.
But his cock is so hard.
Panting, he hangs his head and pushes.
Though the plug is a bit smaller than the heads he’s already crowned today, the base is so unforgivingly flat that every time he gets close to expelling it, his burning, swollen cunt lips just won’t relinquish the corners. He can feel his cunt bulging out far, so stretched that he realizes with a lurch of twisted heat that it will never be the same after this.
And every time the plug sinks back in, the corner drags over his gspot, making his engorged cock jump at the peak of his yawning cunt.
He pushes for a long time, until his whole body quivers and drips with cold sweat. He manages to push the baby’s head through his cervix, but that only forces it in alongside the plug, making him wail as the plug wedges at an angle against the wall of his birth canal, straining it well beyond its ability and forcing his opening to stretch abruptly to the left.
“AUGH!” He sounds like a kicked dog, his voice coming in rasping barks and whines. “Fuck, I need it out, I need it out, the head, the head—!”
“Aw,” says the CFO, pulling out of the drooling minor exec who’s been choking on his cock, “it’s okay if you can’t do it. You should have told me it was too big.”
He pants, feeling the part of the child still in his womb bounce with his aching abdominal muscles. His cunt twitches futilely. Then, when a contraction comes, he tucks his chin to his chest and lows as he pushes with everything he’s got. The plug surges inside him, straining at his entrance for a second, two, three…
“AaaaaAAAAUGH!” A throat-tearing scream busts out of him just as the plug does. The hunk of silicone makes a thunderous noise when it hits the floor, and people around the room gasp and marvel at the sight of it.
The CFO laughs in delight and calls him a good boy, and he only half-listens, because the shoulders of his final baby just spread his cervix and the head is heavy in his cunt. After so much stimulation, the pressure of the skull on his gspot makes his cock so hard it stings.
“Ohhhhh…” he starts to rock on his hands and knees, swiveling his hips around. “Oh, please. I need it. There, there, there—“ he babbles desperately to his own body as he tries to position it just right, chasing that swelling, pulling feeling beneath the pain, that release just a breath away…
He contracts and screams as he pushes the head to a crown. “I’m so full,” he groans, “so full.” He hears exclamations and expletives as everyone looks at his swollen pussy framing the perfect circle of the emerging head. “So full, the pressure, it’s so, it’s so…” He goes down on his elbows and keeps rocking, moaning brokenly as the position piles pressure on his gspot. His cock is a burning, pulsing point of sensation.
“Ohhhh here it comes, here it comes, I’m gonna push it out, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—!” He goes lightheaded with effort and feels his cunt budge the head as it clenches, his cock tingling, and-
The sudden relief of birthing the head tips him over the edge, and he screams as he cums, rutting weakly in the air as his twitching cock goes overstimulated and untouched. It keeps washing over him, making him twist and grip at the carpet and keep pushing, and with a surge of agony and unbearable pleasure, he thrusts his hips back and cums out the shoulders.
He collapses with the baby still halfway in his cunt, eyelids fluttering, whole body pulsing. People are speaking to him, but he ignores them for the moment to enjoy the aftershocks; after all, his paternity leave has officially started.
Having the egg right at the opening at the start of your work shift, so you have to hold the egg in so you can finally deliver the egg back home.
*Sorry folks it's gonna be a long one. I got a good writing flow and idea for this.*
I knew that going into work today was probably not the smartest idea, but I needed the money and had signed on for a double shift. I started early, driving to the bakery I worked at around 7:45am. A few months ago I had signed on to help a friend out with a science project for one of their classes at our local college, which ended up being something a lot more out of the ordinary than I had initially thought.
"Human egg incubation. But not like a human egg, you have plenty of those. I found these alien eggs on the black market and need a test subject to see if these are even real. Can you help me please?" And me, being weak when it came to them, said yes. It has been 4 months since we inserted one of the eggs into my womb, at the time it was as small as a pea. They were a light green color, slightly glowing. To a normal eye, you wouldn't notice any difference with me. But I could see the beginning of a bump forming, the slight distended look of where my womb is, looking like I had just a little too much to eat. The bump was firm if I pressed against it, and I could often feel the egg shift when I moved around. It had definitely grown, I'm unsure by how much but enough for me to feel it's weight at all times.
When I pulled into the staff parking lot, I felt a sudden shift in my womb, more intense than the usual movement. Running a hand across the tiny bump, I felt to make sure that nothing was breaking before heading into work. Greeting my co-worker Annie, I moved to grab my apron when I felt a twinge deep in my belly. Placing my hand against the bump again, I felt the egg shift in a harsher way than normal. Weird, but it's not gonna stop me from getting my job done, I thought to myself as I tied on my apron and began to open up the bakery.
It wasn't even an hour into open when I had to excuse myself for a bio break, quickly rushing to the bathroom as another wave of pain washed over me. As soon as I was in a stall I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down enough to expose me stomach and underwear. Looking at my bump, I noticed it was a bit more pronounced and I could feel the egg shift again uncomfortably, holding back a groan at the feeling. But the pain wouldn't let up, a near wiggling feeling from how much the egg was shifting again the walls of my womb. Then it all came to a crest when I felt a pop like feeling, a small rush of what seems to be blue slime coming from between my legs and soaking my underwear.
"Oh, fuck me." I cursed under my breath as I grabbed some toilet paper to quickly wipe away what would be best described as my waters, really it was a mucus sac the egg had developed around itself to keep it safe. Once I was cleaned enough, I pulled my pants back up and quickly rushed to the break room to grab my phone, texting my friend that the egg was on its way. That's when it dawned on me, I had signed up for a double shift today. Realizing that I had to stall the birth of this egg as much as possible, I put back on my apron and walked back to the counter with determination: make it thought this shift without having this egg.
Not even halfway though my first shift, I realized that was easier said than done. The egg, which turns out was massive, had managed to fully get into my birth canal and weighing heavily on my hips. I was saving my groans until I was in the pantry or couldn't be heard over the espresso machines. The worst part though, is that I was so turned on by it. The hiding, the weight and feeling of the egg shifting lower and lower, and nobody else knew that I was using all my mental strength not to give in and push the massive egg out of me. Moving throughout the motions of making yet another caramel macchiato, I bent down to grab another carton of milk when the egg shot forward, resting just behind my lips. I let out a startled yelp at the feeling, Annie giving me a weird look at my sudden outburst. "Hit my head." Was all I said and she gave a nod of understanding before returning to the customer.
By 3pm, I was sweating, constantly denying my bodies cry to push practically every minute as I moved around the bakery. My confident walk had turned into a slow, almost waddle. It felt like there was a bowling ball between my legs, and with every step the feeling of the egg shifting right at my entrance was torture. But I couldn't push, not here and definitely not right before the after-school rush of students. Standing behind the counter taking orders, a regular walked up and began chatting about her annoying professor. I felt myself relax a bit, swinging into our normal conversation. Biggest mistake. Not even realizing, my body began pushing, feeling the sudden stretch of my hole making me whimper out in shock and pain. Without apologizing, I rushed to the bathroom and quickly undid my pants again, pulling my underwear down too. I could see the tiniest bit of hard, glowing green shell peaking between my lips. Running my fingers against it, I moaned out as I pushed it back in, my body protesting as I did. Once I felt safe enough, I returned to work, only for all the progress I had just undone to return, feeling my opening begin to spread again just a bit as the egg slowly shifted downward.
Finally, after two hours of feeling the egg ever so slowly stretch me open, I left work for the day and as quickly as I could rushed to my car. The second I sat down, the angle from the seat and my jeans pushed the egg back into me a bit, causing me to groan at the feeling. I pressed a hand to my throbbing cunt, feeling the slight outline of the egg though my pants. It wasn't crowning, but it was getting close. Driving home was almost as bad as working, the constant burning and subconscious pushing but the egg not being able to move due to my underwear and jeans.
I managed to get into my home with only a slight waddle, not being able to fully close me legs with the giant egg weighing between them. I didn't even try to get to my room, heading to the couch in the living room and striping off every article of clothing on my body. I pressed one hand over my pussy again, feeling the egg against my palm. It felt like it was tearing me open, at least the size of an ostrich egg, and hand more of a bumpy texture. I whimpered for hours as I squatted and tried to push the egg out of my cunt, playing with my clit to try and ease the slide out with arousal. Around 11pm, I finally got the egg to crown, crying out as it felt like I was being split open and simultaneously orgasming, managing to have the egg pop and slip free of my poor, overstretched cunt.
Contains: Rapid pregnancy, masturbation, orgasmic birthing, and fluffy couple nonsense
Description: Years following the birth of her first child Ruby finds a spell to live through her birth fetish one more time. Will she be responsible and end the spell before things get out of hand? Or will she lose another lover that experiences her indulging in her greatest kink?
She took one more glance in the other room before she decided to go down. The course of the night had been constant surveillance into the other room. The second, third, and fourth times she peered, she saw her partner, Alf, leaned over her Weiss’, her son's bed with a picture book in his hands. She couldn’t help but smile, dealing with a toddler was exhausting work, and Alf was adamant about bearing as much responsibility as Ruby did.
Ruby hastily made her way down the steps in her cellar with a bag of goods in a large basket, haphazardly leaving the doors open. She figured she wouldn’t be long.
Every step echoe in ways that she had never realized before.
“Have I gained weight?” She asked herself. Her footsteps had grown louder and her nightgown was filled with even more body than the last time she had paid attention. Another insecurity was the last thing the poor woman needed.
She was average. In every sense of the word. Average height, average eyes, average bust, wit a body type that could be described as soft. The only things that weren’t typical of the young woman were features of herself she saw as actively detrimental.
Ruby was a divorcee and a mother. Gone was her purity and the intimacy of sharing her firsts with her new partner. Her body held onto the postpartum weight, but she had assumed that the youth of the very beginning of her second decade would make her body bounce back. The more she denied, the more it became clear to the young woman.
Ruby was used goods. She had already ruined every prospect of self respect in her future, and she had done it in record time. These thoughts had become reality in Ruby’s mind a long time ago. Meeting Alf was a feat of it itself, and the relationship that had been cultivated for Alf to accept Ruby and her young son was nothing short of a miracle. And for the future she wanted with him, she could do anything in her power to keep it.
The young woman clutched the spellbook to her chest tightly. The worn leather clung to her body and she felt its gold band through the clothing.
There was hope for her. The way that Alf acted around her son was exceptionally telling. He was every bit the father she wanted her children to have. If she could do it all again, Alf would have been Weiss’ father. She would do anything to maintain that future.
Inside of that leather bound grimoire were hundreds of tattered parchment pages. The musty paper flipped where she had left her bookmark, polluting the air with dust that may have laid dormant for centuries. She coughed and swatted the fumes as the book cracked open.
The handwriting is indicative to the font of generations long past. It’s content being in a dialect she could barely understand, but she finally landed on the elevator of the table of contents where Ruby’s fingers stopped on a dime.
‘Incubus Kiss’
The page below it was filled with the cryptic instruction of how to activate the spell. In her bag were household items, a sewing needle, an egg, exotic flowers and spices. As the ingredients were laid out together in a magical circle immediately all of the components hovered.
Wind formulated in the room. The gusts flew irregularly and erratic, it was as if thousands of faeries whizzed past her body. All of the materials swarmed around her with the winds of a miniature tornado picking up around her. Ruby was in its eye. The air twisted and blew her nightgown gently over her hips.
“W-woah!” Ruby blushed, instinctually holding her skirt above her body. Her underwear stayed in place. As if the winds were only interested in the exposed skin directly above the material, as soon as it flowed into her lower stomach the air dissipated.
The air was eerily still now, at the moment, she didn’t feel different. But now, she saw the cobblestone road beneath her, far clearer than the simple adaptation to her glasses. The light came from her.
Dulled from underneath her gown, Ruby lifted her skirt to find the source of the light hot pink tattoo flamed into existence against her clear skin, illuminating the dimly lit room. The crest wore directly above her crotch and towards her uterus that took the form of a heart with curved outlines suggestively tracing vague lines around her reproductive organs with a heart flared around her uterus and flames drawing sharp, pervasive lines of her fallopian tubes and ovaries.
Before she could stare too long a tingle diffused into her lower stomach
“Eek!” Ruby cried as an otherworldly force began to inflame deep inside of the young mother. Her hands flew to her mouth before her eyes slowly looked down at her tattoo.
The crest lit up the entire cellar as the magic worked at its full capacity. Warmth flooded her midsection, like hot tea being poured against her skin. Pressure filled the skin above her womb and a tingle on either side of her uterus filled her with every ounce of lust she felt during ovulation. The warmth surrounded her body as she felt the area between her legs getting hot.
“Hahh-” buzzed from her lips as she felt a compulsive pleasure claim her body. Her mind was invaded with flashbacks of her greatest sexual experiences like she was living through them again.
Her vision was a collage of Alf and the many positions. His tongue embedded between her legs while he ate her standing in a semi-public walkway, savoring every ounce of her. Her legs collapsed beneath her when the images of her getting on her hands and knees. She could feel his long cock spread her insides far enough to poke through her stomach. The upside down angle when he guided her chin to look up as he took her from behind.
Her chest heaved up and down as she flipped herself over. She drooled at the thought of the greatest sex she ever had in her life. She could stare as her imagination conjured the feeling of his large, slender body as he rutted into her hungrily. Every one of his thrusts sent ripples through her maternally shaped body. She felt the thumping over the entrance of her cervix, the opening to her uterus that quaked to be filled. Grunting like a woman possessed
“Mnnhh~!” Ruby moaned, remembering the night of passion. It was as if her pussy was contracting around Alf’s pistoning cock. Womb quivering, missionary sex. It was the feeling she had craved since she had gotten pregnant with her son.
Breeding.
“Annnhh~!” She failed to stifle a high pitched gasp. Her throaty growl into elation made her womb descend to accept the mysterious. The sudden sensations felt like the fluid was diffusing into her womb, uterus inflating with viscous fluids that clung to the walls of her uterus. The tattoo illuminated again, like a gas lamp was exposed to the crested area.
Vertigo claimed her entire body as if all of the symptoms of her first trimester washed over her in a moment. She could feel her stomach acid coming up as Ruby covered her mouth. As soon as she thought she could vomit the discomfort, nausea claimed her vision. The room spun around her, and the only thing Ruby could do was stare at her stomach as the loose fabric of her nightgown grazed her soft stomach.
“N-no way!” she thought to herself. She opened her legs to pull her gown taut. It was slight, but the subtle curve.Instantaneously it felt like the viscous fluids within her took solid form, inflating her and beginning to stretch the rigid walls of her uterus.
The tattoo lit up again. The aches and pains were all overcome by the intense tingling induced by the spell. “Auuuooohhh~” Ruby moaned as her stomach become distended slightly. Ruby felt her loose nightgown unable to reach her thighs
“Hah-hah-hah-!” Ruby panted as she felt the mass begin to push out her midsection. In a matter of milliseconds her nausea subsided but the sensations were immediately replaced with intense arousal as a cascade of hormones flooded her body. The small mass only grew and took the form of rigid limbs within her.
She felt her lower half expand as her underwear struggled to contain her thickening thighs. The flesh on her hips plumpened until soft flesh began to spill from her waistline. Subconsciously, she felt her begin to lean forward as her weight was skewed in front of her. She felt her gown grow scratchy against her nipples, and when she looked down, her breasts had begun to spill out from the sides of her sleepwear entirely!
The part that grew the most was her roundening belly. Weight and pressure focussed around the very center of her navel. A pinch of pain and a knob of bare, exposed flesh laid exposed into the air. “Ouhhhh!” She moaned as her naval had popped free, relieving some of the pressure on her poor stomach.
Her soft body had completely rounded out. She was exactly where she was when she turned 20, the motherly marks of her body disappeared into her rounded form.
Her pitch heightened as her eyes grew wide. She could feel the stitches coming undone on her delicates. “My… m-m-m-m-my!” Her cheeks flushed her deepest shade of scarlet. The shape of a child rapidly developing in her. In the most imperative moment of the spell, at Ruby’s most sensitive she stared at her naked, mountainous stomach in front of her.
A little point of a foot pushed her skin into a little point with more movements fluttering behind it.
“Oh gods. Oh my gods!” It truly happened! The spell had worked. Her trembling fingers rubbed at her stomach. She was soft, definitely softer than she was after her first pregnancy. But the fit with her body felt more natural. The tattoo around her stomach had grown with her, consuming an unignorable portion of her belly, evident that she had submitted to a supernatural power to put herself into her current state
Her stomach was soft, she could squish her stomach, poke, and prod the sorcery induced child within and feel it move inside its cramped room. Yet, under her fingers the muscles around this life filled space she called her uterus and it began to harden. The thumping of her fingers made Ruby bite her lip into its growing sensitivity. Before she could celebrate the relief of the spell working a moan undulated from her throat.
“Mnnnghh!” She groaned as she felt that weight surge downwards.
Her pregnancy wasn’t over yet.
“A-ahhhh!!” Ruby stumbled. She felt her legs fall unbalanced from under her like her legs locked completely.. Her weight completely distended forward, catching her body off guard. Though the spell had primed her womb to swell with child, the rest of her body struggled to hold the weight.
Ruby stumbled as her legs tried to remember how she used to stand right before she gave birth to Weiss. She needed every ounce of muscle memory to stabilize her body.
The weight of this one was practically identical, her first singleton child that she went overdue with by a week. With all of her womb distended it pushed against all of her organs as the symptoms of instant extreme pregnancy jutted out her ribcage and misplaced her insides.
Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her child dropped into her rapidly opening cervix.
“O-Oh!!” She gasped as she felt the room around the magical child constrict dramatically. With a powerful twinge an ankle covering amount of fluids shot out from between her legs and drenched the skirt of her gown.
She panted while she leaned her weight against the wall. As soon as she could stand with relative comfort Ruby looked down and her eyes grew wide. The round distention of her nightgown consumed all of her peripheral vision.
Ruby was scared to open her legs. The feeling of the magical baby’s round head sitting so close right above her crotch, she was scared that if she opened her legs the baby would fly out of her.
In an act of trust towards her pelvic floor she groaned as she allowed her knees to separate. Her womb continued to shift, it was like every breath brought her body closer to crowning. But at this very moment, it stopped for long enough to observe all of the changes in her body.
She undid the top button of her gown and freed the clothing from her top, letting her over the shape of her belly and gushed over her pregnant form. She felt so natural as a mother as she twirled with her bump with a massive smile on her face.
Every ridge and fold of her skin filled her with the familiar intoxication of being pregnant. With all of her will she tried to fight the intrusive thoughts. The tingling that overtook her body.
When was the next time she was going to feel this big?
She reached down and touched herself, missing the feeling of her sensitive, swollen folds. Ruby blushed with how hungrily they clung to her fingers and how wet her insides had gotten at her excitement. Even though this mysterious child didn’t fall from her immediately, it’s real place from within her wasn’t too far behind. The young mother’s fingers felt the dropped head.
Between her legs she gasped as her fingers immediately sunk into her vagina that had grown incredibly soft and tight. She had to let either strap of her underwear down her hips and thighs one strap at a time. A glistening line of thick wetness connected her outstretched vulva to her underwear Kept her soaked panties onto her body, letting the soft fabric cling to her hips
And her breasts, she had stopped nursing about a year ago. The spell had tricked her body to perk back up again with swollen ducts.
Her fingers explored her inner thighs, sensitive with the struggle of pushing out the magical baby. Her body was a blaze, aroused as the intensity seized her body, over, and over again. The loss of control with every breath, uncontrollable sensations that forced the young mother to address her body’s desire to birth the lively babe inside of her.
“Ahhh…” Ruby sighed, feeling herself bend over to her own fingers. Her legs buckled to the self induced attention. Her fingers pushed past her own tightness with the pressure of her belly weighing into her walls. The walls that had been neglected throughout her last pregnancy.
Ruby shooed away the dirty thoughts. She was here for a reason that was greater than depraved masturbation. Her only responsibility was to listen to her body trying to give birth to the faux child within her.
Before long, a pinch in her womb grew to a full body constriction centered against her midsection. The infant progressed gradually down her birth canal, making the mother take a deep gasp with her head towards the sky.
“O-oh!” Her breath hitched as she felt the head begin to stretch her lips. The curve of the baby’s head stretched her out wonderfully, making use of every millimeter of her swollen puffy folds. She loved how the head made her feel. The overwhelming pressure of the mass in her stomach emerging into the world.
It's size sat with familiarity with a sliver at her opening. Was it really about to be over so soon?
Ruby couldn’t see past her belly. Though her young hole stretched around that head, she had no idea where it was.
The delicate little sphere that pushed her legs open. It was so small and round with the motherly instinct to protect it. From her upright position, she held her hand mirror between her legs to see the wet head exposed to the cold cellar air.
Ruby’s fingers groped all over the orb caught beneath her fingers, thick fluids and membranes made her sex unbelievably slick.
She moaned as her fingers caught her hot, bulged out skin. The magic had perfectly replicated the feeling of a head pushing through her crotch. The pregnant woman’s fingers explored herself further. How her vulva stretched deliciously around that round, wet orb, Her perineum was on fire.
“A-ahh.” Before Ruby knew it, she was playing with the crown as she slouched flat on her back once again. The inefficient position that poised the child's head back into her opening. Her insides were burning up, she was panting and purring to the mass that stretched her vagina.
The pleasure that drowned out all of the pain. The burning of the round skull separating her folds. The same thing that made the father of her first child leave her. She wanted the future so bad. But for one moment, Ruby needed to indulge herself, she needed it like she needed to breathe. If she didn’t cum this head out, she would die.
Her clit bulged grotesquely from her. She was masturbating with a completely different body! She could feel the head shift from the force. Her other fingers would slip and stroke the wet hair, a reminder that the partially birthed child was right there.
“Yeagh… Ye-ah… Oh my god…” she moaned. Her clit was a button of pure heat and ecstasy that made her gasp full capacity into her lungs. Ruby’s back arched and she could feel the head shift and crown just a little further as she pushed against gravity.
As her hips lowered she felt her chest heave with the massive weight of her inflated breasts . Her hands rubbed her clit hard enough to send tremors that wobbled her popped bust. It took an entire arm holding her breasts to stabilize them, and even still, they spilled out of her grasp. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive in labor.
One hand cupped a singular breast as a finger pinched and flicked her chocolate brown areolas.
Her eyes were going into the back of her head. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, panting like a dog. She was fucking herself stupid at the sensations of childbirth, exactly like she had done when giving birth to Weiss.
As she flicked her clit the baby’s head threatened to shoot out of her with all of the power of her building orgasm. If she had let go of the head the incantation would have flown out of her long before she would have come.
The most embarrassing display of her own lust in her own solitude. She felt her eyes cross with her tongue hanging far outside of her mouth. The ugly sound of a guttural groan.
“OUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!!” She screamed. Her legs opened to accept the form of the baby receding back into her. The room lit up with the familiar glow of punk from her tattoo. The inside of her womb pushed her womb outward, each already identifiable feature of her child grew even larger, more pressure welled up within.
“GHOOOOUUUGGHHH!!” Her thighs trembled. As the large crown spread her pussy again Ruby’s tissues clung and circled around the head as she masturbated with the push.
“Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-Hoo-HoOOOOOGGGGGHHH!” Her teeth clenched. The silhouette of her child receded into her. The torso entered ofer body again, the shoulders jerked her insides.
“GHHHOOOOUUUUGGGGG-FUCK!!” She came again as the weight of the head forced back into her. One eyelid fluttered as her words became inaudible.
Her orgasm was stifled by the powerful force of the head receding back into her birth canal. Her walls closed in on the round head, in the middle of Ruby’s orgasm. Her body fought to reject Ruby’s animalistic nature to finally give birth. The body apathetically entered back into her body, undoing all of the progress, the shape of the babe forced back inside of her.
Ruby rested on her face and knees with enough to support her stomach. Her body equilibrated its euphoria and logic as she came back to her senses.
I got a little carried away…
Ruby’s stomach looked even larger than before. Although her waters had broken, the walls of her uterus felt even more tight and uncomfortable. In her hazy, post-orgasm state.
She noticed the last word of the page being cut off, and Ruby’s eyes grew wide. No title, a continuation of rules and conditions, another half page of rules she didn’t account for when she greedily indulged her greatest kink for the final time.
Two rules immediately caught her eye:
‘The infant will continue to grow linearly, indicated by the glowing of the crest’
Ruby looked down. The child must have grown at least 2 kg the way its dense weight slammed against her body.
‘At feelings of intense sexual pleasure, the birthing clause will be reset’
She could feel the growing pains of the magical fetus weigh down on her body. Her muscles grew sore as they attempted to support the weight of the plumpening child inside of her. Ruby attempted to move to distribute her weight in some way, any way to relieve the soreness and ultimately landed on her hands and knees.
The head remained at the entrance of her birth canal, and when a contraction binded her stomach Ruby finally bore down
As her stomach clenched into a rock her lips whimpered, taking a deep breath into her lungs. “Heeeeeeehhhh…” She held onto the breath into her chest, waiting and squirming as the contraction took hold of her body.
At its peak, she bore down with all of her might. “Ooooohhhhhh.” The contraction continued. Textbook from. But when she was this focussed on labor, nothing happened
The sensations of labor sent shockwaves of stinging pleasure to her crotch.
“Ngggghhh!” She groaned through gritted teeth. The head grew larger against the opening of her cervix. Each kick knocked the wind out of her. Yet, she felt herself grow wetter with the weight that encumbered her. Her stomach was pressed into the cold, hard cobble.
The baby was so large now. Her pushes barely moved the infant an inch. Despite being in the middle of a contraction. Her stomach still grew right before her.
She crawled towards the wall and dragged her growing body against the cold, wet stone. Felt all of her curves hang from under her, she felt like a naughty breeder, carrying the weight of all of her pleasure.
Ruby huffed her weight to a knee and began to stand, one foot at a time. She leaned against the wall, hoping that her upright position would assist the weight down into her with the increasing heft. The muscles of womb were yielding to the false baby within
To her horror, the pain was only matched by an even greater pleasure that seized her entire standing body. While the head parked against her pelvis the bulge grew. The fetus Remained at a deadlock from inside of her.
Gasping and pushing wildly, she had no clue whether it was an orgasm or a contraction. The clauses of the spell acted at the same time. Every time she pushed and made a little bit of progress the baby spread open her insides and grew again.
With two unbelievable pushes that shook her entire core and left the mother light headed. For her hardest pushes she was rewarded with absolutely nothing. Her plump stomach was stretching red to its full capacity. Her skin had grown hot and sensitive, and with the hard head against her cervix she wasn’t sure how her vagina would handle the new mass.
Anxiety built within the young mother. Without a second thought, she thought of the only solution she could think of. The doors were open.
“ALLLLLLLLLLLF!!!” Ruby pleaded across the hall of her cellar.
She heard the cellar door small against the stone walls, the metal fence crashed open as swift, frantic footsteps followed Ruby’s echoing pleas. As the footsteps became closer, Ruby recognized that her situation was about to get much, much stranger.
Alf turned the corner. His dirty blonde hair clung to his forehead. His sensitive elven ears twitched in their fully perked up state as he found Ruby. He took one step towards his partner as he was halted to the appearance of her body.
She was splayed out onto her side completely nude as she laid across her nightgown, cold, exposed, naked, and very pregnant.
“Oh gods…” Alf uttered anxiously as he tenderly approached his partner. One of his stable arms wrapped under Ruby’s back, lifting her from the cobble floor. He cradled Ruby’s head, making sure that she was lucid. “Are you okay?!”
Ruby could barely meet his gaze. Whether embarrassment or exhaustion, she couldn’t bare to see what he could assume, but she knew she needed his help. Her body couldn’t spare her a moment to fabricate a lie.
“It… Hurts…” Ruby managed as she felt her legs open again. With only the slightest of hesitation Alf assisted Ruby , carrying the weight of her body in order to use all of her strength to bear down. He stuffed his hand into her palm, and instinctively she gripped with all of her force.
The elf looked at her perplexed. As he looked between her legs his eyes grew wide. Deeply embedded her sore, red pussy as the sliver of something round inside of her. A head was poking out!
“I’m sorry!” Ruby apologized with panic and fear in her eyes. Ruby's beautiful hole bulged forward. Her pussy that she shared with him their most intimate nights, unprotected. Her snarls and groans of labor filled the room as she lost all composure to the unyielding head trapped behind her pelvis.
“It’s okay, let’s get you through this!”
The muscles between her legs remained tight. Her entire body remained tight as it consumed all of the oxygen she took into her erratic breaths. Amidst the panic, one instinct reigned supreme that demanded Ruby’s full attention, a fight between her life and the faux life within.
“Push!”
“Gnnnngghhh!!” She bore down with all of her might. She focussed entirely on childbirth. Her tissues felt so tense. Her birth canal closed around every surface of her child as it refused to make progress from inside of her. Heavy pants echoed against the walls. “I can't!” She cried.
“You can, Ruby!”
“I’m so tired…” Her heat and coolness perplexed the mother. She didn’t even know what she wanted him to do. She wanted, no, she needed the baby out! Her life depended on it!
The instincts of her struggle lit a flame that she tried her best to conceal. She was holding her breath and pushing against her contractions with complete disregard for her natural urges for sexual pleasure. Her teeth grinded together as she tried to suppress the horrific growl of her body’s mortal urges.
“Get it out, please, pull it oUUUTTT!!” She could feel her voice go hoarse as she screamed into the burning head.
Out of options, Alf followed her instruction, yet as his fingers grazed her, Ruby’s hips shot up, her vulva stretching around the large orb.
“HHHHA!” Ruby gasped as she felt his hands gently caress her bulging nether regions. In an instant all of her muscles relaxed as she thrusted into Alf’s hands. With all of her bottlenecked effort the head exploded out of her. The strict rules of another orgasm forced the birthed head to disappear back into his partner under his very palms. The pink crest shined from her stomach once again.
He recognized the tattoo as it glowed. Ruby’s head shot towards the ceiling with a throaty groanas another 2 kg of weight grew inside of her contracting stomach. The crest bore a striking resemblance to the characteristic symbol of a sex demon despite Ruby being a pure human. Alf looked around the room and saw the ancient text near Ruby’s body
“‘Incubus Kiss’!” Alf shouted in his realization. Of all of their dirty conversations Ruby remained reserved. “A Lust Training spellbook… Ruby…” Alf’s head cocked towards his partner. A look she couldn’t quite identify, opting to hide out in shame.
“I wanted to tell you after we had a baby.” . Ruby could only look away as her partner came to the conclusion. She remembered the look of Weiss’ father in disgust as he looked at Ruby birthing their child.
A hand clasped her chin. Alf guided her eyes back to his, and to her surprise, he wore a warm smile of relief.
“I can’t believe you’d look forward to having our child? How could I possibly be mad at you for being excited about this?”
His reassurance could almost make her forget the massive weight that would soon decimate her crotch once more.
Almost.
“HOO!” Her face scrunched with intensity as a force squeezed against her gigantic uterus.
Ruby got into the only position she hadn’t tried left. A shameful position. She squatted back to the balls of her feet and spread her legs for her partner. The massive head shifted in irresistible ways that stretched her cervix to the very limit of her pelvis. The head was a tight squeeze that made Ruby lightheaded with all of the pressure.
Alf offered his hands to stabilize her position, allowing him to show off her ripe body in the act of labor. It was as if he took a glimpse into the future.
“I need you to look at me. You mustn't cum until the baby is completely out.”
Through pointed lips, Ruby nodded with understanding. Her hips rolled as the next contraction seized her body. Loosened up with the curious gaze of her partner she felt her muscles open up to the incredible diameter of the head. She moaned through grit teeth as her birth canal was mercilessly spread
“Unhhhh~!” She moaned with embarrassment, fruitlessly attempting to hide her deep scarlet blush. His large hands moved them to get a good look at the bliss in her eyes.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, a gentle hand stroking her body. Kissed by acute, magical pregnancy his fingers teased around her midsection. Through a groan Ruby mustered a hazy nod. He felt her stomach tighten with the incredible force to labor such a large child. Her trembling body with her powerful will.
“That was an amazing push.” Alf praised her. “The head is spreading you so nicely.”
Ruby could feel her blush deepen and her heart pound to the praise. His words and his actions lubed up her birth canal for even more progress to be made.Alf gently stroked the false child's crown as her tissues opened up for the massive baby.
“Make those beautiful noises, my love.” Her heart skipped a beat. She realized she could finally share her most shameful trait with another person.
“OUUUUGHHHH!!!” She shrieked as she felt the head open up with her effort
She was grinding the air. In her grotesque squat with a crowning head dangling between her legs, all her hips could do was make the head Rub against her sensitive areas. She felt Alf’s arm pull her into a deep embrace that gently restrained the mother. His palm cupped the head, letting Ruby’s body ease the gigantic dome through her vulva and denying another orgasm.
“Gnnnngghhhh!!!” She moaned into Alf’s strong shoulder. The head slowly made progress into his hand was Ruby began to pant out the massive head, little by little. He couldn’t help but picture his partner with the wet head of his child engaged in her pelvis.
“UNNNNGGGHHHH!!!” She pushed with the contraction, against Alf’s supportive hand and with her desperate body the massive head popped free from her sex.
The tattoo glowed again. The partially born infant began to glow, and in Alf’s hands, grew even more, expanding Ruby’s opening.
“OWWWWWWWWW!!” Ruby screamed in a loss of control to the bliss. The shoulders spread her open and forced Ruby cross eyed as she felt her entrance widen with the explosion of girth.
“Almost there, give me a strong push for those big shoulders, and I’ll give you a reward.”
Her thighs trembled at the prospect. She could feel the thick shoulders bulging slowly from her upright position. Drool pooled on her tongue as groans leaked out of her mouth from every impulse in her body that told her to cum. But she wouldn’t.
She clenched her knees and met the final contraction. The head wiggled from between her legs from the effort of moving such a mass from inside of her. Ruby could feel the mass slowly descend down as she delivered the rest of the massive body into Alf’s supportive hands.
Alf lowered between her legs and flicked his tongue against her little button above the head. “MNNNGGGHHOOOOOOHHHH-!!!!” Ruby screamed as pleasure seized her body. Alf pulled the body from her as she squirted the baby’s massive body free from her.
Alf pulled a glowing child into Ruby’s sight, the endorphins of her orgasm and childbirth caused the mother to giggle with satisfaction for the partner that made her cum in childbirth. The child was about 12 kg and the length of her arm. And as the couple doted over the babe it began to dissipate into pink particles into a little gust of wind.
Though the false child was gone, she knew that she would do this again with Alf’s child.
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.
Completely natural, unassisted home birth of a 10lbs 15oz baby, with an orgasm
At 41+2 I started having contractions during the night, very sporadic and not very painful.
This went on for a couple days, then at 41+5 I got up and did the school and daycare drop off. I Started having more painful contractions whilst parking the car at the school, and by the time I left to drive back home they were 5 minutes apart, I had to keep pulling over due to the pain!
By the time I got home I managed to put my 13 month old down for a nap, it was taking everything in me to not moan in pain and wake him up.
I called my husband saying I think it’s happening now, with this being my sixth I know when I’m getting close to the end. He left work straight away, and 20 minutes later when he got home he found me swaying my hips back and forth whilst holding on to the dresser, moaning with each contraction.
“What do you need me to do babe?” He said, our plan was to have it be an intimate birth experience just us two. I had a hospital birth with my first and another with my twins, and then 2 home births, one of which I was completely alone, so I felt comfortable with our plan.
I asked him to unpack the kit I’d made (waterproof pads, towels etc) and to put on some relaxing music. I took my clothes off (nothing more irritating than clothes in labor) and I leant my elbows and head on our bed, swaying back and forth, each contraction going all around my huge bump, round to my back and down my legs.
I knew something was different as I’d never felt the contractions in my back to the severity I could. Last scan she was the right way round… but what if she’s turned?
At this point my contractions were 2 minutes apart lasting for a minute, and it had only been 45 minutes since I got home. Things were moving quickly.
My husband starting rubbing my back and holding a cold flannel on my forehead whilst I groaned in pain. Within 10 minutes my contractions were back to back - no relief or escape from them, just pure pain.
Then I felt it - the pressure. The unmistakable pressure of the head moving down, and wow, so much pressure on the bottom of my spine. It was like someone was taking a knife to it.
My husband asked to check me, and when he went to he felt the babies head straight away. He asked if I felt like I needed to push, but I couldn’t even respond. He helped me lie down on the bed and sat behind me, propping me up a little. I had a mirror so I could see what was going on, one big push and I could already see her head.
I pushed for another 15 minutes but her head just kept showing a little, then going back in. My husband was encouraging me and telling how well I was doing, I know it can take a while. But there is nothing more infuriating than seeing that head go back inside you, when you just want the pain to end.
Then my husband put his hand on my clit, and started rubbing it. Something I was never expecting him to do - he finds birth amazing, but he doesn’t have a kink like me. Wow - the combination of the intense pleasure along with the even more intense pain - I can’t even describe it.
My body started to relax and the head was now staying out with each push. I could feel myself stretching, my body opening up. The pressure on my back was still very intense, but my husbands hand being where it was was really easing all of that.
When I was almost crowning, I stopped to allow myself to stretch. I know I make big babies, I don’t want to tear. Whilst the head sat there, stretching me open, my husbands hand carried on rubbing, and I experienced something I never thought I would during birth - an orgasm.
It was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. The pain of being stretched almost to my limits and the pleasure of the orgasm running through my body. Once it had finished I asked my husband to help me to squat. Once swatting, one more push and I was fully crowning. He commented on how big her head was, and I could see in the mirror. She was HUGE. I’ve never stretched this much, I thought.
One more push and her head came out and it was clear why my back hurt so much, she was facing the wrong way, she was facing up towards the ceiling. For 5 minutes I tried to push the shoulders out but I couldn’t, and the pressure on my pelvis was excruciating.
My husband helped me on to all fours, and with a bit of help from him and a lot of pushing her shoulders came out and she was born after 40 minutes of pushing. 10lbs 15oz - my biggest baby yet!
Orgasmic birth does something to me. Like there's already birth that's super hot. Something so heavy is sinking into your pelvis, your belly squeezing on itself, and you're pushing uncontrollably. Your legs are splayed out as you're grunting and yelling and panting.
Then the orgasmic part kicks in, and the grunts turn into moans. Tdick throbbing because your hole is starting to stretch and bulge around this huge baby. You don't even realize you're trying to reach it and pump/rub it frantically going "ah, ah, aAAHH IM GONNA CUM!!" and then seeing stars and screaming in pure ecstasy from the pain and pleasure of the head popping out.
Lucky for you, the shoulders are also a piece of work. Have fun!
Been feeing pretty birthy lately. Something about being in labor…I want to be in labor. At the peak of my pregnancy, as big as I’ll get, my uterus finally deciding its time. I wanna feel the contractions of my uterus inside of me. So uncontrollable. I wanna feel my big litter of babies sink low in my womb and stretching out my cervix so so wide. I wanna feel my pussy stretch as wide as theyve ever had to to accommodate the girth of my babies. Fuck. Someone please get me pregnant so I can give birth…I wanna cum while giving birth…I wanna squirt as the babies come…
i 100% need a fat, overdue baby trying to come out in my panties rn. I want my water to break in public, i need my underwear/pants to be so tight that it's keeping my baby logged up in me until you give me the relief i need 😩 clothes so drenched with fluid that they're clinging to my body, needing you to rip them off me so the baby can slide out. like please just let me give birth oh my godddd!!! im such a good lil pup, such a good carrier. can you imagine me with an enormous bump, laying on my back while struggling to pop out ur seed? thighs so slick, belly so heavy. im so horny just thinking about it. my loud, wild screaming filling the room, thick sweat and contractions take over my body as my tiny opening is stretched with the huge head of your child, playing peak-a-boo as I push with all my strength, but it stays put. sitting heavily between my lips. you'd give me encouraging phrases, showering me with attention, swooning over me as I brought our child into this word. "I put a fat one in you, huh darling?" you'd coo as I wailed and squirmed beneath the pain, your eyes fixated on my slit being spread so wide with the crown of your baby. words cant express how ready I am to be bred, my belly needs to be round and plump. I physically need to be pushing out someone's baby rn 💦💦
