He only just settles down in a chair before a contraction rips through him painfully, and he struggles to catch his breath. Clutching at the bottom of his overdue bump, he leans his head back and breathes heavily, trying to remember the breathing techniques from his birthing classes. He can barely reach his arms around his overly swollen belly and he has no idea how he'll be able to reach down to check himself as he dilates and pushes. As he raises his other hand to rub wide circles over the bump, the contraction suddenly spikes and he can't help but to moan. The contractions have been getting worse all day and he's not sure what to do while he labours alone in his apartment. Whether he's ready or not, it's too late to do anything about it now, this baby is coming fast and it'll be time to push soon.
I was reading your story about birthing in a college class (love it soooo much) and was wondering, would yoy do like a version of it where reader does leave the class, and makes it to the quad to give birth there, maybe trying to meet up with her partner instead of getting to a hospital?
ooh, I'd love to do a remix of that one, sounds like it could also satisfy a couple of other prompts I've received! This was probably your inspiration for asking but just in case you've never read it (or if someone else reading this hasn't), this sounds a lot like Overdue with No Extension by @bellyloveerotica, another fantastic fic!
(I've got a similar blurb that fulfills a lot of the same prompts that I'm going to post tomorrow but this is the superior one imo so I'm posting this first)
Tags: clothing birth, public birth, fluff (kinda)
Word Count: 1911
Your chemistry prof was the kind of hardass who didn't tolerate lateness, extensions, or anything else that would imply that you have an existence outside of his classroom. One example of these strict policies is that if a student walked in late or left early, he would stop lecturing and stare at them until they found a seat or walked out the door. Of course this drew the attention of every other student as well, though your more sympathetic classmates tended to fix their gaze down at their notes until the staredown ceased.
Now you had never asked about his policy about students going into labour in the middle of a lecture, but the suggestion that you had any priorities other than Chemistry 201 was unlikely to go over well. However, getting up in the middle of his teaching and stumbling your way to the door was probably going to be less disruptive than pushing out a baby during the lecture so you were going to have to take the risk of getting out of the lecture hall before it was too late.
Pretending to continue typing up your notes, you pull up a messenger tab on your laptop to send a quick text to your partner about being in active labour. They immediately call you and you're so grateful you put your phone on silent before coming to class because you didn't want to draw any attention just yet. You text them again, warning them not to call while you're still in class.
💖Lover💖: im omw rn, dont worry!!
💖Lover💖: jsut keep breathing and ill be there soon, i love you!!!
You try to keep your face impassive as you respond to their frantic messaging, telling them not to cause a scene and to just wait outside your classroom until you can find a good moment to slip out.
You: Just wait outside of my lecture hall, I'll meet you in the corridor in a minute
💖Lover💖: are u serious?? how far apa rt are the contractions???
You haven't been able to properly time them through your panicking, but they're not very far apart at all and they hurt really badly. You're trying to pack up as discreetly as you can while texting your partner about the pain, bracing as you feel your belly tighten with your next contraction.
You: Idk, they're pretty close together now
💖Lover💖: but ur water hasnt broken yet, right?
The contraction is an intense one, stealing your breath and drawing all your focus within you before you can respond. You press your palms against your bump and it's rock hard. The pressure builds in tandem with the pain, reaching a new peak that you've never felt and it makes you feel like your baby is just going to slip out of you the second you move. You can feel the pain slowly begin to fade as the contraction ebbs, but the pressure abruptly disappears with a pop, leaving you confused.
You shift in your seat and register two new feelings–that a new, worse kind of pressure has settled low in your hips; and that your sweatpants are wet. You run your hands down your belly and feel that the bump is much tighter and lower, no longer as round as it was when you walked into the classroom. The baby's head is engaged in your pelvis, stretching you open wide.
You: You jinxed me :(
💖Lover💖: what hte fuckk does tht mean?????
💖Lover💖: babe?? did your water break??????
You ignore their increasingly panicked texts as you slip your laptop into your bag, no longer caring about being discreet when you slip out of the classroom. Thankfully you sat at the back, so you stand up and quickly wrap your sweater around your waist before anyone can catch a glimpse of the growing wet spot between your legs.
The professor stopped speaking as soon as you stood up and his eyes are fixed on you coldly. Unfortunately, your escape plan is thwarted by the shifting in your belly as soon as you stand up, gravity pulling your baby's head lower into your canal and making you grunt under your breath. You hold your tote bag in front of you to hide your soaked sweatpants and you take a step forward, waddling to accommodate the feeling of the head between your legs.
Between your flushed face and wobbly gait you're sure a number of your classmates can tell what's going on, but you keep your eyes focused on the door and your partner's anxious face peering through the window. You groan with each step, the twisting of your hips bringing the head lower with a trickle of fluid every time you move. Your contractions seem to be coming much faster without your waters acting as a cushion in your womb and you have one hand supporting the bump as you waddle as fast as you can. The pain is beginning to worsen again and you feel the urge to squat and bear down right in front of the blackboard. Thankfully, your partner opens the door for you and you're able to slip through before you're doubling over into their arms.
They shuffle you away from the window, rubbing your back soothingly. You can hear your professor start speaking again but that's quickly drowned out by your ragged breathing and the pounding of your heartbeat filling your ears. Leaning all of your weight against your partner, you widen your stance to relieve some of the pressure you're feeling in your hips.
"No, no no, stop," they stammer, trying to pull you fully upright. "Don't push, not yet. We can get you to the university hospital, we're not far."
Ignoring your whining, they begin to tow you down the hall past gawking students, cradling your bump with one arm as they push people out of the way with the other. Each step feels like the baby is going to slip right out of you but you manage to stumble alongside your partner and into the bright sunlight of the quad.
"Mmm-mmmmmm.... wait," you groan, pausing on the steps of the building as another contraction begins. Your partner is looking back and forth between you and the parking lot, unsure whether to support you or try and get you to safety. You moan again and they give you their hand to squeeze, breathing deeply along with you. Despite their pleas you can't stop your body from its primal instincts and you feel your walls tightening as the head gets closer to your entrance. You press your head against their shoulder, rocking your hips as you try to fight your urge to push your baby into the world.
Your partner is tugging you towards the parking lot and you follow as fast as you can, keeping your legs spread apart with a hand pressed between them in a futile attempt to hold the baby in. You make it halfway across the grass before the next contraction overwhelms you and you know that it's too late to go anywhere. You stop in your tracks, your spread legs and low center of gravity keeping your partner from pulling you any further. They turn to face you and see that you're squatting down, slowly trying to get to your knees.
"Don't- ohhhh fuck!! Don't try to...uhhnnnnnnn... get me somewhere safe, it's too late!" You can't help but to whine as you give up on getting to the car, resigning yourself to giving birth right where you are.
Their hands settle on your waist as they help you kneel, finally giving in to what they always knew was going to happen. They get on their knees in front of you and let you wrap your arms around their shoulders, keeping you steady as you focus on pushing. You can feel their fingers skimming your bump searching for the drawstrings on your sweatpants, slipping a hand into your waistband to check you.
A finger reaches your folds just as you begin to feel the sensation of being stretched and they look incredibly alarmed. You spread your thighs wider and it feels like the head is pressing against your vulva, causing you to bulge without actually stretching your slit. Your partner slips their finger into you very shallowly, eyes tearing up as they feel the hair on your baby's head in their attempt to stretch you. They slip a second finger into you and spread you open just as you bear down again, causing a sliver of the head to slip through.
You shriek at the sudden burning sensation and your partner massages your pussy as it stretches around the head, applying even pressure to the straining skin. All of the students on the quad are staring at you, some of them are probably recording you as well, but you can't bring yourself to care about anything other than what's going on in your little embrace as you both work to bring your baby into the world.
"Th-uhhhhhhh... baby's coming ouuuut! Hnnnghhhh... hmmmmmm... you need t-ooooohhhhh... to catch it!," you say raggedly and you feel your partner nod and kiss the top of your head.
You can feel yourself getting louder the more you push, the head slipping down into your partner's hand as you bury your face into their neck. Biting against their collarbone is barely muffling your vocalizations and their encouraging words are the only thing you can hear over the sounds you're making. When you try to shift your hips you can feel your partner's hand against your inner thighs as it cups your baby's head. It feels incredibly sticky, your sweat and all those juices soaking into your sweatpants as you give birth into your clothes, but the alternative of getting naked in the middle of campus isn't great either.
The ring of fire is overwhelming now and you can feel your cunt throbbing as the massive head stretches you out. Your partner's massaging of your lips is now causing you more pain than relief but you're too overwhelmed to speak so you just pant and moan against their skin until the next contraction. Despite your hopes, the baby's head doesn't emerge quickly once it has fully crowned and you feel it slip out of you inch by inch and into your partner's waiting palm. Their voice sounds choked up by awe as they press kisses against your face but you can't make out the individual words as you continue to bear down.
Your next push is the worst one yet, you groan with effort but you're not able to get the shoulders out, leaving you stretched wide open. Another contraction hits you and your partner gently turns the baby's shoulders as you bear down. You can feel every second of the burn, each minute movement of your baby and of your partner's fingers skimming against your swollen and aching cunt. One shoulder slides out of you, then the next, and finally your partner catches your baby as it fully slips out. You have to pull down your waistband so that your partner can get the wailing and squirming baby out of your sweatpants. Exhausted and relieved, you collapse against your partner and they bring the baby to your arms. Now that you're holding your child in your lover's embrace you're glad you decided to call them for help; even giving birth in the quad would be better than in chemistry class alone.
Biggest birth kink/fantasy is car or public birth into clothes, also the idea of people who i havent seen in a while watching me birth
ooh that's definitely a fantasy of mine as well, I always end up conflating car births/public births into public transit births because it's the best of both worlds to me (plus I'm a big advocate of comprehensive, reliable and accessible public transit but that's a whole other tangent lmao).
i like to imagine the mortification I would feel at having to give birth while being watched by a crowd of strangers as well so i would try to hide it for as long as possible. shifting in my seat, trying not to draw attention to myself, but in such an enclosed space it's kind of inevitable that someone would notice. of course, i'd deny it and pretend i was fine. maybe eventually someone takes pity on me and forces me to admit it, helping me to deliver while everyone averts their eyes in discomfort–or ogles me. i would try to push them away and keep denying it, but the pain and desperation would eventually have me giving in, pushing the baby out right into their waiting hands. but maybe if i kept quiet enough they wouldn't notice until it was too late. until i'm staring straight out the window to hide my expression, crowning into my pants and still trying not to call attention to myself. at that point, would anyone try to intervene? or would the bystander effect kick in and they all just look away instead?
haha I turned this into a long ramble, I was actually super confused as to why I was getting anons telling me their fantasies until I went back and checked my posts lmao. what a great surprise to start my morning! if you're also into public transit births, I HIGHLY recommend One Way Ticket by @hixorkicks. Their writing is so consistently fantastic and they also created some of my favourite audios on here.
Glad to see more clothing birth enthusiast here. I'd personally love the idea of the mother intentionally giving birth into her pants. In a lot of stories, the clothing birth are either by coincidence, accident, or forced by others. But I often imagine myself at home, giving birth unassisted, enjoying myself giving birth into my shorts (my favorite piece of clothing of choice for giving birth into pants) or giving birth in public on purpose.
Speaking of, what would be your favorite clothing of choice if you are to give birth into your pants?
ooh I've never really considered an intentional clothing birth before. the idea of it happening to myself is definitely hot but at the same time I love clothing birth because of the suddenness and constriction and the panic to get clothes off. i'm not sure what exact kind of shorts you mean, the idea of tight daisy duke shorts stresses me out but i feel like basketball shorts/sweat shorts would ruin all the fun haha
it's a super interesting question that i've never thought about, I'd say a pair of tight sweatpants/joggers. something that allows a decent range of motion but might still be difficult to get off, and there's tightness but not so much that you wouldn't be able to eventually give birth into them
Oh man public birth just get me soooo excited in fantasy world, I dunno how id handle it in real life but thats kinda the point of a fantasy right?? just pure enjoyment, keep up the stellar worm!!!
i feel the same way, i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! ♡
My fav birth fantasy is my partner being hella possesive of my birth and excluding actual harm, wanting me to birth with just them their
honestly, not to be a freak on main, but possessive partner fantasies are sooo good!! gives me very primal vibes, like i love to imagine a possessive terato partner, like a werewolf or orc or someone who instinctually feels the need to hole me away and protect me and our children from everyone. they want to be the only one with their hands on me, they don't want anyone to be around me at my most vulnerable, they can keep me safe and secure and deliver the baby by themself. so possessive that they growl if anyone tries to approach me, keeping me calm by holding me tight. wanting to take care of me more than anything but not letting anyone else do so because i'm theirs and they're the only one to look after me like this, the only one who can be there at my most helpless moments, the only one to hold our baby for the first time.
Ok first, I love your blog, but second, I am incredibly shy but I also really want to be a dad, so dating is something that has to happen for me.
First: How do I start? I’m lost
Second: How do I show my fetishy stuff to them? Like, I’m a massive sub and I have a strong adoration for pregnancy, but I don’t want any future partners to leave because of that
Regardless of answer, thank you for listening!
i'm super grateful that you like my posts so much but i'm just as lost as you are lmfaoooo!!!
in general for dating my suggestion is dating sites, specifically hinge and bumble because those are more geared for LTRs. but i'm a Youth™ so I just use apps for everything, meeting people irl is not my forte. for kink stuff there are two roads you can go on, you could try looking for partners/connections in kink spaces like Fetlife (or other sites if they exist) or local sex/kink clubs if you have some in your area.
if you find a partner through a mainstream route, I'd say just start slow with revealing kinks, if you're nervous you could try a couples kink questionnaire to suss out their kink stances? or you could go from mainstream to more niche kink, like breeding -> pregnancy? of course please don't lie to a partner about anything, but it could be easier?? or maybe just rip it off like a bandage? if kink is important to you in a sexual/romantic relationship then you might want to be upfront with it (but not like 'mentioning it on the first date' upfront).
