#penis birth

[pregobirthlvr]

im a lil too shy to roleplay but i wanted to toss in an idea!! i think about penis birth a lot, and lately ive been thinking about it happening with like. eggs?? their hard surface has a lot less give than a squishy infant, so whoever's birthing them really has their work cut out for them. ive also been thinking about a birther jerking their cock off in an attempt to get the eggs to their tip faster. even if the crowning is agonizing, they just want it over with... but if theyre too careless while stroking themselves, they could jostle an egg into a more difficult position to birth, like sideways.

i just think theres a lotta potential for cock birth with hardshell eggs. hope this is interesting!

- W

Hard Shell, Hard Times

Word count: 900

I remember the day you told me the truth. You weren't originally from here and were looking for an incubator for your eggs. I was hesitant at first. My body wasn’t designed to incubate eggs. You assured me that didn’t matter. You lay your eggs deep inside the urethra, so any sex will do.  So one passionate and pleasurable night later I was full of over two dozen of your eggs. 

Nothing felt too different at first. Besides you insisting on keeping me full of cum due to it helping the eggs grow. As time went on the eggs grew and my belly swelled to that of a full term pregnancy. I couldn’t see my penis anymore over my huge belly. Soon after I felt the shells beginning to harden, which you explained meant I was close. 

Then the day came. The day my penis began to leak clear fluid and my eggs suddenly felt much lower. My penis and pelvis throbbed with pain as my contractions started. I breathed through most of them. You told me to let my cock loosen up so the eggs can come out easier. But as time went on this became harder and harder. The pain and frequency of my contractions increased. I could feel the eggs begging to line up behind my urethra. 

“How big are they supposed to be again?” I ask, gasping through another contraction. 

“Most are the size of large chicken eggs. But some can be larger, even getting to the size of a lemon.” You inform me. “Lets hope yours are average.” 

I nod as an answer. A new contraction rushed through me. The urge to push is greater than ever. 

I give in, I bare down and push.The first of my eggs starts to push forward into my penis.  I cry out and reach down. I grip the base of my penis and start to tug. The small amount of pleasure was helping. I gasped and bore down again. The tip of the first egg pushed itself down into my still tight urethra.

I now understood why waiting was necessary. The stretch of the eggs sliding down felt like I was being torn in half. The hard shell made it much more difficult than if it had even a little bot of give. I rubbed the taught skin surrounding the eggs. I jerked myself off harder as the next contraction started. I pushed hard again. The egg slid further along. I cried out in pain as it made its way further out. Just as the eggs fully entered my penis I felt the second eggs start to enter my base. 

I let out a cry as the first egg reached my tip. The second egg was fully inside my penis. A third was starting to stretch the base. I was jerking myself off with a desperation for any sort of relief. The only kind I was receiving was feeling the eggs move down faster. So with each contraction I gripped my shaft, there was no longer any pleasure, just the desperate need to get my eggs out. 

Then the stretch began at the head of my penis. My hole burned and ached from the hard tip of my first egg. I screamed through the burning and panted through what felt like tearing. Until finally the first eggs popped free. I barely had time to catch my breath before the next egg was sliding down, freeing itself with a wet pop. The pattern continued. I pushed out 5 eggs, before most of my crying became exhausted moans. 2 more before my hand started to get tired and slowed down. 8 more before I felt something was majorly wrong. 

My eyes flew open when I started to feel one of my eggs begging to turn in my shaft. The pain was excruciating, the skin stretched beyond anything it's already done. I tried to massage it back into place. Yet nothing worked. I screamed as my next contraction kept my eggs moving. The turned eggs stretched my penis the whole way out. I tried again to turn it before it reached my hole. I frantically tried to jerk it back into place. Until I felt the pain and my body started to push against my wishes. 

The egg surged forward against my hole. The skin stretched to accommodate, it sent white hot pain shooting up though my penis. I screamed and jerked myself off faster, trying to squeeze my hand at the head to get the egg out quicker. I pushed once then twice and with a shriek the eggs popped out. 

I barely had to push for the next three to come slipping out. I panted through my next 4. Now being much more careful jerking off as to not turn another egg. 

Then, I finally felt the last egg enter my penis. My contractions had weakened but thankfully I was loose enough I could push out the last 3 eggs stuck in my penis with my hand. Sliding them down my wrecked and stretched penis until they slipped free from the tip with little resistance. 

I collapsed backward. My stomach deflated and my penis, stretched and damaged, hanging limp between my legs. 

“26 eggs…” I groan. 

“That was good for your first clutch.” You say happily. “They only get larger now that your body is used to it. 

-

I had a couple of asks with this theme so I hope you all enjoy!

[aconitum009]

Sex while (urethral) birthing?

A/N: It's an mpreg birth story, and it's messy. It got really messy and wild. Might be disturbing for some, I don't know what I was thinking.

As mentioned in the title, this is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

word count: 4k+

Story:

Celon is heavily pregnant, ready to pop any day He has been having braxton hicks contraction for couple of days now. His husband, Mike, was working on his laptop. The baby was twisting a lot in Celon’s womb, so he can’t sleep peacefully.

It's 4 am in the morning, when Mike’s work is done. Celon was frequent to his bathroom trips and just lie down again in bed. Mike lies beside him. "The baby is moving a lot?”

Celon whimpers softly as the baby kicks again, his round belly tense and hard as a small foot presses against his ribcage. He rolls onto his side, facing Mike. "It's like it’s practicing karate in there.”

Mike wraps his arms around Celon’s swollen belly and pressing his face into Celon’s neck, "Mmm... that's because it's ready to come out." Mike’s hands start to roam over Celon’s belly, feeling the tightness and hardness. Mike kisses above his ear.

Celon clings to Mike, his nails digging gently into Mike’s arms as another strong kick makes him grunt. "It feels like it’s trying to break out," He whines softly, his voice muffled against Mike’s neck. His belly feels rock hard, like a bowling ball about to burst.

Mike slightly pulls back and watches Celon. He is heavily pregnant, his pregnant belly fully round, his breasts are full, he is completely naked under his nightie. "Baby..." Mike’s voice comes out rough "Are you trying to kill me? Wearing this... with nothing underneath?”

"Mhmm," Celon hums softly, knowing fully well how much his naked body and full breasts drives Mike crazy. He spreads his legs slightly on the bed, giving Mike an unobstructed view of his massive baby belly and his full, swollen breasts that leaked milk slowly. "Babe..”

"hmm?" Mike chuckles huskily, his large hands slipping underneath Celon’s thin nightie to caress his bare skin, " it's incredibly sexy, and it's making me want things.." Mike presses closer, letting Celon feel Mike’s arousal against his lower abdomen.

Celon moans softly, his body shivering as Mike’s hands caress his bare skin. He leans back against the pillows, arching his back slightly to push his belly and chest out more. "W-what kind of things?" He asks innocently, even though he knows exactly what Mike is thinking.

Mike groans softly, his hips pressing gently against Celon, "See what you do to me? I can't help it. You look so damn sexy like this." Mike leans down, kissing Celon’s neck, more insistently this time. One hand moves up to cup his breast through the dress. His thumb rubs over Celon’s hard nipples softly.

Celon gasps as Mike cups his breast, his hard nipples stiffening even more at his touch. "A-Ahhn... Babe, please..." He whimpers, his hands gripping Mike’s shoulders tightly. His belly tightens and hardens again as another contraction hits him, making him arch his back more.

Mike’s hands roam back to Celon’s belly, splaying out over his roundness possessively. Mike swallows hard, his mind wandering. One hand moves slowly down Celon’s belly, towards his pelvic area "Would you... be uncomfortable if I touched you there? Just to check?" His voice is a deep whisper against Celon’s ear.

Celon bites his lip, his breathing hitching as Mike’s hand moves lower. "N-no... it's fine." He spreads his legs a bit wider, giving Mike better access. "Just be gentle, okay?" His belly still hard from the contraction.

As soon as his legs spread, Mike’s fingers move to Celon’s dick. Mike swallows hard, his mind racing with hormones. He bites his lip, "Can I...?" Mike asks softly, his fingers moving to gently cup Celon’s dick possessively. "Just to see...?”

Celon nods quickly, his face flushed as he feels Mike’s gentle touch on his sensitive area. "Y-yes... just check if I'm leaking or something..." He whimpers softly, his hips shifting involuntarily as Mike touches him. His pregnant body is extremely sensitive right now.

Mike slides his finger gently between his dick folds. He maintains gentle pressure with his finger, feeling how Celon’s body throbs, both from desire and contractions. "Shit... your dick so fucking swollen..." Mike’s breathing becomes heavier as he imagines how Celon’s body is stretching and preparing for birth.

Celon gasps and moans softly as Mike touches his swollen dick, his body shuddering with pleasure and pain. Celon can feel his dick starting to leak a little, the pre-cum mixing with the contractions and making his area even more sensitive. "Ahhhn... b-babe...”

Mike loves how sensitive Celon is right now. "Can I be honest? Can I fuck you right now...?" Mike’s voice is low and husky as he imagines himself buried deep inside Celon, feeling his tight, sensitive anus contracting around his length. "Because you're so fucking wet and sensitive... I bet it would be so good.”

"Mmmph... yeah... it would be good..." Celon whimpers, his hole already clenching at the thought of Mike inside him. His voice is breathy.

Mike swallows hard, his mind filling with dirty thoughts. He spreads Celon’s thighs wider, pushing his nightie up to expose his baby bump. Mike gets hard quickly, his boxers tents up. He removes his hand from Celon’s dick and quickly pull out his boxers. His hard length springs free, already leaking pre-cum at the thought of being inside Celon. "Babe... I'm gonna be really gentle, okay?”

"Mhm... gentle is good... I'm really sensitive right now..." Celon bites his lip, his eyes widening at the sight of Mike’s hard dick. He nods eagerly, his legs spreading wider to accommodate Mike. His belly is so big and round now. "Come on, fuck me...”

Mike kneels between Celon’s widespread thighs, his dick throbbing as he lines himself up with Celon’s anus. Mark pushes forward, the thick head of his cock spreading Celon’s anus apart. Mike groans deeply.

"Ahhhn... it hurts..." Celon whimpers, his nails digging into the bedsheets as Mike slowly push inside him. He's so much bigger than usual, and Celon is so much tighter than usual due to his pregnancy. "You're too big...”

"Fuck... you're so tight, baby... and so wet..." Mike bottoms out inside him. His pelvis pressing against Celon’s sensitive anus. Mike stays still for a moment, letting Celon adjust to his size. Mike can feel Celon’s dick fluttering, the contractions growing stronger.

"God... your dick is hitting my womb..." Celon moans softly, his body shivering. His belly looks even rounder with Mike deep inside him. Celon’s dick is throbbing and leaking pre-cum non-stop now, the contractions making him horny and sensitive. "Baby... move slowly...”

Mike begins to slowly withdraw almost all the way before sliding back in. His pace is deliberate, matching the rhythm of Celon’s contractions. "Shit... this feels good." His cock throbs, leaking pre-cum inside Celon.

"Mmmph... yes..." Celon's hands move from the sheets to Mike’s chest, nails scraping lightly. His belly bobs slightly with each thrust, his whole body flushed and sensitive. The contractions have him clutching Mike tighter. "Right there... fuck...”

Mike completely lost in the moment, his primal instincts taking over as he fucks him. His hands grip Celon’s thighs tightly, spreading him wider as he pounds, hitting a spot that makes Celon moan loudly. Mike starts moving again, his thrusts a bit faster and harder now as he watches Celon’s belly expand and contract with each push and pull.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Celon cries out, his voice high and desperate. His belly shakes with each thrust, his pregnant body jiggling in the most erotic way. He clutches Mike’s arms, his nails digging in as he pulls Mike deeper. "Right there! Right fucking there!”

Mike abruptly pulls out his dick and change Celon’s position. Celon’s face buried in the pillows, legs spread and ass up in the air. Celon’s overfilled belly hanging underneath him. Mike takes him from behind, grabbing Celon’s hips tightly as he pushes himself inside Celon.

Celon screams into the pillow, his body shuddering as Mike enters from behind. The new angle hits depths he didn't know existed, triggering intensely pleasurable spasms. His swollen belly hangs heavily, swaying with each powerful thrust. "Hnnngh fuck... so deep!”

He whimper, feeling impossibly full. The baby roll and squirm like crazy, his lower back is straining, he can barely hold himself up. He begs Mark to change positions, but Mark is busy pounding into him.

Celon’s voice is muffled by the pillow as he begs, "P-please... change positions... I can't hold myself up... ah! The baby's moving so much!" He whimpers as another powerful thrust makes his belly jiggle violently. "Too deep like this...”

Mike presses him down into the mattress, his belly crushed between him and the mattress. Celon try to lift himself up but he can't; Mike is pounding into him vigorously. His belly hurts so much it's blinding, tears run down his face, but he can't hold back the moans falling from his mouth.

Celon sobs uncontrollably, his body wracked with pleasure and pain. The intense pressure on his belly and the relentless pounding have him seeing stars. He bites the pillow to muffle his screams, his anus hole clenching tightly around Mike’s dick with each thrust. "Hnnngh...”

His heavy pregnant belly is getting crushed between him and the mattress. Celon’s face contorts in anguish as his swollen belly suffers cruel compression. Tears stream down his cheeks, but his body betrays him, shuddering with intense pleasure. He tries desperately to brace himself, hands scrabbling at the sheets, yet he remains pinned. "Ahhhn fuck...”

They don't know how long they continued, but when they stopped, it was already 8 am. They are both, panting, lying on the bed.

Calon lies sprawled on the bed, his body covered in sweat and love bites. His belly is red and sore from being crushed between Mike and the mattress. He's panting heavily, his hand instinctively rubbing his aching stomach. "Fuck... I can't move...”

After taking some rest Mike says in groggy voice, "fuck, I'm hungry..”

Celon chuckles softly. He carefully pushes himself up, his body aching from last night's rough treatment. He's naked, his belly heavy and round. "Hmm, one sec..." He padded barefoot to the kitchen, his big belly swaying with each step..

He starts preparing breakfast, his movements slow and deliberate due to his large baby bump. He groans occasionally to himself feeling contractions. After a while, he calls out to Mike. They finish their breakfasts.

Celon stands at the sink, his round belly sticking out as he washes the dishes. He's still naked, his pregnancy glow making his skin look soft and luminescent. He groans to himself as he cleans, his belly occasionally hitting the counter as he reaches for things.

Completely oblivious to the potential progress of labor, Celon continues with his tasks. His belly looks incredibly heavy now, stretching tight against his skin. Every now and then, he pauses, gently massaging his belly. "This little one's kicking so much today...”

He bends over slightly to put the clean plates away, his big belly sticking out even more. He moans softly as a sudden tightness spreads across his belly. He straightens up, laughing softly. "Damn, this baby better not start now. I still have laundry to do...”

Celon turns back to the sink, but as he does, another contraction hits him harder this time. He gasps, gripping the counter for support. He shakes his head, trying to brush it off. "Just a Braxton Hicks... probably," he mutters to himself, continuing with his chores.

Despite his attempt to ignore the growing intensity of the sensations, the next few minutes see a series of stronger and closer-together contractions. Celon finds himself stopping frequently to breathe through each wave, his face twisting with discomfort. He pauses, leaning heavily on the counter, his big belly tightening.

He laughs softly, trying to convince himself it's nothing. "Probably just... indigestion..." He rubs his belly protectively. "God, this baby better not start cooking right now..." He bends down again to pick up the laundry basket. As he straightens up, he freezes.

His eyes widen as an intense wave hits him, doubling him over. He drops the laundry basket with a thud, his hands flying to his belly. "No, no, no..." He pants, his face contorting with pain. He waddles to the couch, sitting down heavily.

Celon's face contorts as another wave of contractions hits him. His large pregnant belly tightens and rises, his body language indicating that the baby is in a hurry to come out.

Mike calls out from bedroom, "Babe, can you bring my files from the study room?”

Celon tries to push through the pain, to get up and fetch his files. He waddles to the study room, his big belly swaying heavily. He winces as another contraction hits, his belly tightening and dropping lower, pushing his expanded belly button out even more.

Mike came to the living room and saw Celon waddling towards him. They are still naked, "Babe..you look so full.." Mike sees Celon’s puffier dick, "When did it expanded so much.." Not to mention, it's making Mike hard again.

Celon bites his lip, trying to focus through the contractions, his puffy dick twitching slightly. "It's been getting bigger for a few days now..." He hands Mike the files, leaning against the counter for support.

After watching Celon for some moment, Mike continues with hitched voice, "I'm getting hard again babe. Shall we do again.. please..”

Celon looks at him, his eyes widening slightly as he sees Mike’s growing arousal. Celon shifts uncomfortably, another contraction making him gasp. "Baby, I don't know if that's a good idea right now," he says breathlessly. "I think the baby might be coming soon.”

Mike holds his hand and pulls Celon towards him. "Come on babe.. let's do it." Mike desperately says as he go behind Celon’s back. They are both standing naked in their living room.

Celon allows Mike to pull him into his embrace, his big belly sticking out. He inhales sharply as Mike positions himself behind him. Celon’s puffy expanded member twitching with arousal despite the contractions. "You sure about this?" he pants.

"yes.." Mike hisses. His hands hover over Celon’s round belly.

Celon moans softly as Mike’s hands gently touch his round, low belly. He leans back against Mike, his body trembling with both pain and arousal. "Okay... but go slow," he whispers, his voice strained as another contraction hits. His puffy dick throbs, leaking precum.

"You are already cumming.." Mike smirks as he put his dick inside Celon’s anus.

Celon cries out as Mike enters into him. Celon’s expanded dick throbbing and shooting out a stream of warm, thick, white sticky cum onto the floor. He grips Mike’s arms tightly as Mike starts to move inside him, his big belly bouncing with each thrust. "Ahh, fuck!”

They are fucking in standing position. Mike is holding Celon’s hips spreaded tightly. Celon slightly bending forward as Mike thrusting inside his anus. Celon’s pregnant belly hanging low.

His swollen cock continues to spit out ropes of cum on the floor as Mike pounds into his ass. Each thrust makes his heavy belly sway hypnotically. He throws his head back, his body trembling with pleasure mingled with the intense contractions of his impending birth.

As the baby suddenly drops, Celon's eyes roll back, and he lets out a guttural scream, “Gggaaaahhh…”. His dick swells even more, becoming painfully hard and engorged. The pressure inside him intensifies as the baby's head presses down.

Mike’s thrusts push the baby's head further down, making Celon's swollen dick throb and leak clear fluid mixed with semen. He cries out with each thrust, his belly tightening with strong contractions. "Baby... you're gonna make me...AH!" He screams loudly as his dick sprays again.

Celon's dick is now fully engorged and incredibly sensitive, the baby's head trapped inside and expanding it even further. He's sobbing from the intense pressure and pleasure, his body shaking violently as Mike continues to thrust. "I'm... I'm gonna pop!”

Celon’s belly is rock hard and incredibly tight under Mike’s hands as Mike use it to pull Celon onto his length. Celon screams, his swollen dick throbbing painfully as the baby's head gets further inside his urethra. "You're gonna tear me open! My belly...”

"Oohh babee.. " Mike thrusts him harder.

The sudden hard thrust makes Celon’s belly ripple and jerk violently, causing his dick to throb uncontrollably. The pressure inside him becomes unbearable as the baby's head starts to move deeper into his dick. "Fuck... fuck... fuck!" He screams loudly, his whole body convulsing.

Mike’s thrusts cause his swollen belly to bounce and tighten, which in turn makes his painfully hard dick jump and jiggle synchronously. The baby's head slides slightly deeper into his urethra with each thrust, making him leak clear fluid and whimper softly. "Baby...”

Mike falls on his back on the couch with Celon, his dick still inside. He falls onto Mike’s lap, his massive belly bouncing and jiggling as Mike lifts Celon’s hips up and down onto his dick to thrust deeper into him. Celon’s dick bounces wildly, the baby's head getting pushed further and further into his dick. "Ahhh... fuck... fuck... fuck...”

Celon’s body is a mess of pleasure and pain, his dick throbbing and leaking copiously as Mike thrusts deeper into him. His belly is now bouncing wildly with each movement, the baby's head pushing against the sensitive walls of his urethra. "I can't... I can't take it!”

"Let's go to bed babe." Mike hisses as he pulls out of Celon and drags him towards the bedroom.

Celon waddles behind Mike, his massive belly swinging from side to side. He winces in pain as the baby's head shifts inside him, making him leak more clear fluid. He whimpers, his voice hoarse from screaming. "My belly...”

Mike throws Celon on the bed. Celon lands on the bed with a loud thud, his belly bouncing and jiggling violently. He groans in pain, his hands instinctively going to his swollen dick. "Ahhh... fuck..." The baby's head shifts inside him, causing more clear fluid to leak out.

Mike finally nptices Celon’s swollen enlarged dick. Mike gasps, "How... When did it happen…?”

Celon looks down at his dick, his eyes widening in shock. It's massive and throbbing, the baby's head visible inside the swollen urethra. "I... I don't know... it just kept growing and growing..." He whimpers, his whole body shaking.

Mike took his throbbing dick and Celon’s dick and jerk them together. "Your's one is so thick…!”

Celon watches as Mike jerks his dick alongside his swollen one, his eyes rolling back in pleasure and pain. "It's... it's too thick... the baby's head is stretching me so much..." He moans, more clear fluid leaking out. "Your dick feels so small compared to mine...”

"Yeah.." Mike hisses.. "I want it inside me.. babe, put it inside my ass. " Mike says with hitched breath.

Celon’s eyes widen in shock and arousal at Mike’s request. He struggles to sit up, his massive belly making it difficult for him to move. He grabs his swollen dick with both hands, trying to position it at Mike’s entrance. "Baby... are you sure? It's so fucking thick...”

"Yes..! Yes..!" Mike positions himself in bed and spread his butt cheeks further with his hands.

Celon takes a deep breath, his hands shaking as he tries to guide his swollen dick towards Mark’s hole. The baby's head pushes against the sensitive tip, making him leak even more clear fluid. "Fuck... it hurts so much..."

As Celon starts pushing his massive, swollen cock against Mike’s ass, intense contractions suddenly seize him. His belly tightens and jerks, the baby inside kicking vigorously. "Ahhh fuck! Contrac- ahhh!" He cries out, his dick throbbing violently as another gush of fluid escapes him.

"It’s so wet… Hurry put it inside!” Mike hisses.

Celon’s face contorts with pain and effort as he tries to force his thick, swollen head past Mike’s tight ring. "It's too big! It's not fitting!" He cries out, his belly jerking again with another intense contraction. His eyes fill with tears of frustration and pain as he tries to push his impossibly thick, baby-filled dick into Mike’s ass. The contractions are getting stronger, his belly tightening like a drum. "It hurts... it hurts so much! I can't get it in!" He sobs.

"Squeeze it babe.. Squeeze your dick and put it inside..!" Mike continues.

With a grunt of determination, Celon squeezes his massive cock as hard as he can, his fingers barely able to encircle the swollen shaft. And with the squeezing, the baby slides back just enough to make the tip of the dick slightly thinner. Tears stream down his face from the effort and pain. "Ahhhh! Ahhh fuck!" He screams, slowly pushing the baby back inside with all his might. His dick still half filled with the baby, with an agonizing roar, Celon finally manages to wedge the throbbing head of his dick past Mike’s resisting asshole. Suddenly, his swollen shaft plunges deeper due to another intense contraction, forcing a third of his massive length inside. "OHHH FUCK!”

"Aaahh.. it's so thick!!!” Mike screams.

"I know! I know! It's too fucking thick!" Celon pants heavily, his belly convulsing with another contraction. "Oh god, it hurts so much to push it in...!" He groans, trying to push more of his swollen length into Mike’s ass. The baby starts sliding again inside Celon’s dick.

"Aaaah!! It's getting thicker inside my ass!!” Mike continues.

"It's the baby, it's making my dick swell up inside you!" Celon wails in pain and pleasure, his massive cock throbbing and expanding further within Mike’s tight asshole. "Fuck, I can't stop it! It's gonna get even thicker and stretch you even wider!”

"Aaaah! It's too much!!! Back up! Back up!!” Mike screams.

Celon, panting heavily and sweating profusely, tries to pull back slightly, but his swollen cock is so thick and sensitive that even the slightest movement sends jolts of pain through him. "Ahhh fuck! It's too sensitive! I can't pull out!”

"Noo! Aaah! It's too thick!! Pull it out!!” Mike keeps screaming.

Celon cries out desperately, his face screwed up in agony as he tries to withdraw his impossibly swollen shaft from Mark’s painfully stretched asshole. "I'm trying! Fuck!" He screams, pushing and tugging frantically.

Mike hold Celon’s swollen dick tightly and squeeze it hard in pain.

*"AHHH FUCK!!!" Celon howls in agony as Mike’s painful grip squeezes his super-sensitive cock. His eyes roll back, and his massive belly heaves with another contraction. "Stop squeezing! It's too sensitive!”

Mike squeezes too tightly, making the baby go back fully. Celon cries out in distress.

"AAAHHHHHH!! The baby's moving back up! It hurts so much! You're making the baby shift back inside!" Celon wails, his massive belly convulsing in pain as the baby slowly slides back towards his womb.

With a sudden, violent motion, Mike squeezes Celon's super-sensitive, swollen cock as hard as he can and abruptly pull it out of his painfully stretched asshole. The sudden release sends an intense, searing pain through Celon’s entire body, and he lets out an ear-splitting scream.

Mike collapses on the bed, legs spread wide, and wincing as he feels raw, burning pain in his asshole. He lifts his legs slightly and sees blood on his inner thighs. "Ow... shit... It rip me..." Mike mutters, not considering Celon’s state.

Celon had fallen on the floor. Curled up in a fetal position, his massive belly heaving with each painful breath. His swollen, purple manhood lies limply between his thighs, still leaking thick, sticky fluids. "Ahhhh...”

When Mike finally sees Celon, “Babe...!" he gasps.

Celon slowly looks up at Mike, his eyes glazed with pain. He bites his lip, trying to hold back another scream as a contraction ripples through his enormous belly. "Don't... touch... me," he gasps out, flinching away. "Everything hurts...”

The baby starts shifting inside Celon’s swollen member again, it happens much faster and more violently than before. His massive belly convulses and contracts, pushing the baby down his engorged length at an alarming speed. "AHHHH!!” His eyes roll back as another intense contraction hits, forcing the baby down his throbbing shaft even faster. "The... the baby's dropping again! But... but it's moving so quickly now! It hurts so much more!" He screams, his hands clutching his belly and dick.

Mike quickly lay down Celon’s back on the bed. Celon is panting heavily, his legs dangling off the bed edge as Mike position himself between them. Celon looks down at Mike with terrified eyes, feeling the baby plunging rapidly down his hypersensitive cock with each contraction. "I can't breathe! Ahhh! It's going to pop out!”

"It's going to be fine.. its ok.." Mike rubs Celon’s dick and pregnant belly.

Celon’s body is wracked with intense contractions, his belly convulsing violently as the baby speeds down his shaft. Mike’s gentle touches on his swollen member and pregnant belly provide some comfort, but the pain is overwhelming. "AHH! It's coming out! It's coming out NOW!”

"Breath.. relax.. let it come.." Mike licks and sucks Celon’s nipples while rubbing his dick with one hand. The dual stimulation - Mike’s fingers gently caressing Celon’s aching cock and his warm tongue on Celon’s sensitive nipples - makes Celon moan despite the pain. His belly trembles and pushes down hard as the baby's head begins to crown. "Nghhh... oh fuck... that feels... AHHHHH!”

Mike grabs around Celon’s wet dick folds and starts licking it, while still rubbing it.

Celon’s body arches as intense pleasure and pain intertwine. The baby's head is stretching his delicate dick hole to its limit. Mike’s fingers and tongue on his sensitive folds and wet, pulsing dick drive him wild. "AAAAH! IT'S PUSHING!”

"Yes babe.. you are doing great.." Mike hums licking Celon’s dick more.

Celon screams hysterically as the next intense contraction forces the baby's head crowning. Tears stream down his face from the overwhelming pain and pleasure. "AAAAAAH! The head! Fuck, FUCK!”

Mike pulls back and sees the head, coming out spreading Celon’s dick hole. He rubs around the hole. "Yes, let it come..." He goes back to Celon’s full breasts and starts sucking his nipples.

The baby's head stretches Celon’s distended hole further, causing him intense pleasure mixed with unbearable pressure. Mike’s fingers gently rubbing around his gaping hole and greedy mouth on his swollen nipples make his entire body convulse. "OH GOD! I'm losing my fucking mind!!!”

"Push it out babe... Push it.." Mike says then bites his nipples. His hand goes to Celon’s pregnant belly to rub it down.

Celon screams in agony and ecstasy as he pushes with all his might, his belly contracting violently. Mike’s bite on his nipples sends shockwaves of pleasure through him, and his hand pushing down on the pregnant belly helps guide the baby out. "AAAAH! I'm PUSHING!!!”

"Yes, push!" Mike says breathlessly as he sucks more while rubbing his pregnant belly with more force.

With a final, screaming push, the baby's head fully emerges, stretching Celon’s hole impossibly wide. "NNNNGGGGHFUCK!”

Mike pulls back and watch, "The head is completely out. The shoulders are next.."

Celon is completely out of his mind now, his massive belly heaving with each labored breath. The baby's shoulders are the hardest part, spreading his already gaping dick hole even wider. He feels like he's being torn in half. "NO MORE! IT'S TOO BIG!”

"You can do it.. You can do it babe" Mike rubs Celon’s dick with one hand and starts smooching his neck while other hand is pinching on his nipples.

Celon’s eyes rolls back as he feels Mike’s hands all over him. The overwhelming stimulation combined with the intense pressure of the baby's shoulders finally breaks him. "AAAAH!”

"Yes babe.." Mike starts sucking his full breasts more.

Celon’s body convulses as he pushes with renewed vigor, Mike’s mouth on his breasts driving him wild. The baby's shoulders finally slip out, leaving only the smallest part left to deliver. "OH FUCK! IT'S ALMOST OUT!”

Mike pulls back again. "Okay, baby.. it will be down soon.." Mike cups the baby body to catch it. Celon’s body trembles as he pushes with every last bit of strength, his face contorted in pain. With one final, earth-shattering push, Celon feels the baby's body start to slip out. His stretched hole burns and tears as the baby's waist emerges, his massive belly finally starting to deflate. "NNNNGGGGGHHH! .. it's almost... FUCK!" With one final push, the baby shoots out into Mike’s waiting hands, followed by a rush of fluids. Celon collapses back, completely spent, his massive belly already shrinking noticeably.

As Mike cradles the tiny baby in his hands, he carefully examines the baby boy, who's no bigger than a large doll. His tiny body is covered in blood and fluids, his cry weak but healthy. He looks up at Celon. His massive belly has halved in size already.

Putting the baby on Celon’s chest, Mark left to get scissors to cut the cord. He returns with a pair of sterilized scissors. He carefully cuts the umbilical cord. As he finish cutting the cord, Celon starts to feel strong afterbirth contractions, his massive belly tightening and relaxing as the remaining fluids and the afterbirth itself begin to emerge. He groans weakly, his hands automatically going to his belly to support it. "Ahh... fuck... the afterbirth is coming...”

Celon gently hands the baby back to Mike, his arms trembling with exhaustion. He focuses on pushing out the afterbirth, his body shaking with each contraction. Mike cradles the baby close, making sure he's warm and safe as he watches Celon deliver the placenta.

With a final, powerful push, Celon delivers the afterbirth, a large, bloody sac that plops onto the floor. He pants heavily, his massive belly finally starting to shrink rapidly as his dick contracts back to its pre-pregnancy size.

[sharkytootha03]

You swallow over your knuckles in your mouth, hissing with each breath. Your boyfriend holds you, shaking your shoulder with concern. “Why the fuck did you do that?”

“I-If I got hurt, it’d be ok because I can take it.” You give a shaky thumbs up, before pain grips you again with a groan. He holds onto you tight.

“Do I look like I know what to do?? What if you get hurt?”

You lean your head against his chest, whining. “I’d rather you be here.” He looks down with worry, gripping you tighter. Another cramp seizes you as your back arches. He slips your hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.

In order to get close to the monster, to even hit him, you needed to get close. And as you did, with its appendages sliding over you forcefully you knew what it wanted. A thick one pushed back into your throat, pulsing gently as more moved across your hips and ass, trying to find its entrance. You just needed to get close enough, you had one shot to hit this thing. Dragging closer, Your clothes are peeled off your body. One the size of your fist ruts hard against your ass, pressing insistently. Something’s pumped down your throat. It makes your vision blur, the things rubbing harshly over your legs feeling vaguely pleasurable now. You feel like it’s trying to break your jaw as it forces deeper, the one at the back painfully breaching your ass. With a gagged cry it plunges deep, rubbing against your insides slickly. It rummages deeper, going farther than you thought possible. Thank fuck it wasn’t anyone else, this might not be survivable. Bright pain fills your stomach, and the thing grinds into you, thrumming and pushing. Your cock is limp against your leg, and something light and thin takes it, stroking over it. The contrasting pain and pleasure makes your vision almost white out, your dick getting hard against your wishes. You ball your hands into shaky fists, and the things stop for a second, observing you. You’re not close enough to do anything, you can’t move yet. You sob as the one deep inside you thrusts again, the pain sparking. The smaller one rubs lazy circles around your tip, feeling almost uncomfortable. It rubs over your slit, and your eyes flick down as more come in from the sides to restrain you. The tip slowly dips inside of you, and your hips and arms immediately move, rejecting it. The monster stills you, pressing deeper with a horrible stretching pain. You’ve had things in your ass, but never here. The pain is unfamiliar and your body screams in rejection as it slides so deep you feel like it must have met the other inside you. Sharp pain bites inside you again, and it starts to thrust, slowly. You cry out, trying to bite on the unyielding rubbery object in your mouth. Your stomach feels like it flips as the one in your ass moves impossibly deeper, snaking its way through. A thick warm huge lump the size of a watermelon rests at your ass, as you really start to freak out. You clench, trying to keep it at bay as it’s forced into you painfully, screaming. Your legs are spread, and it feels heavy and unyielding as it horribly spreads you, popping inside. It works its way deeper, an uncomfortable lump resting inside you, visible from your once flat stomach. As another meets your ass, a worse pain comes as something tries to come into your cock. You try moving your hips away desperately again, gagging as it presses hard into you. You feel it inch into your head, then through your shaft as another presses at the tip again. You hope this ends soon.

He gently rubs your back. “You’re so stupid. We could have done something, anything but this.” You take heavy breaths against him, shaking, the new pain too much to say anything. You’ve been filled, way too much than what should be possible, and your body’s trying to push everything out in rejection, even though it’s settled and grown inside of you. Another pain blooms up your back as your legs shake, hugging your boyfriend. “It needs to come out, honey.” You shake your head. Nobody should have to see this, he was supposed to deal with it alone. The objects in you feel like gravel against your insides. You’ve been alone for hours, your body can keep it in for just a few more until you’re alone. Another horrible pain hits you, you feel something shift painfully.

“n-no…” The monster was killed, your goal accomplished and nobody else hurt. He looks at you with a deep worry, propping you up against his chest.

“You need to, you’re in pain.” You know it’s going to hurt worse coming out than it did going in, the objects have only grown. He gently lifts up your legs despite your protests, and you feel something huge almost brush against your spine. You choke out a sob, and he squeezes your hand, kissing your forehead. “C’mon, please.” You bite your lip, another hard cramp hitting you as one of the objects shifts lower.

“I can’t... J-just let me wait until we get home-“ Another groan as a new pain hits, the object settling heavy against his hips. It rests uncomfortably against the bone, and your boyfriend gently presses into your ass with his fingers, opening you up gently. Pain radiates up your back. You hold onto him as you groan, his fingers meeting the smooth surface of the object. It’s an egg, hard and unyielding. You grip onto his arm as your body forces it lower against your will, your hips aching. It gets caught there, refusing to move lower for now. He can see the egg’s shell as you shake against him. He rubs your stomach.

“Push, honey. I can’t see you like this…” Another pain rolls through as your body forces you to bear down, as you hold your breath. The egg painfully comes to a crown, getting caught and scraping against bone.

“I-I want it b-back in… I can’t do this…” He kisses over your forehead as you breathe through your teeth.

“Keep going, honey.” He rubs against your lower stomach as another horrible pain hits, and you can do nothing but sob as the egg refuses to move.

“ Please…” Another sharp pain, and you push, your hips spreading impossibly far only for it to shift down a small centimeter. His hands press uncomfortably on your stomach, and he finds the fat end of the stuck egg. He gently pushes as you scream immediately, clenching hard. “n-no.. stop please…” He looks down at you pitifully.

“It needs to come out, I can’t watch you be in pain like that.” He squeezes your hand, pushing again. Your back arches as you try and hold it in, the egg grinding against your hips as your body and his hand work against you. With a sharp crack, pain fills your body.

“FUCK! S-STOP!” He jolts his hand away. Your fractured hips rub together painfully as your body continues to contract, the egg now pressing at your hole. A sharp, new pain hits. Your cock stirs impossibly, you should be in too much pain to be getting hard. Your boyfriend looks down at you as your eyes are glued shut, as something shifts in you. You cry out again, the egg causing your ass to wink as you feel pain like you’re about to split open. The fiery hot pain comes to rest as an egg sized lump against your crotch, behind your cock. You cry out, holding onto him as the urge to push rolls through you. “Something’s happening-!”

He holds you, unsure, as more pain and pressure builds at your crotch. “…Calm down, ok?” You groan, arching your back as it feels like the pain is squeezing through into the base of your cock, the round orb being visible.

“…oh god” He swallows thickly as you openly cry, your cock throbbing thickly against your stomach, refusing to let anything move further. Your hand moves down to your cock, and you desperately try to squeeze the egg back into you, the pain too much to deal with. It proves resistant, the second you inch it lower is accompanied by blinding pain. “stop doing that. You need to keep pushing.” You whine. Your body does it for you, another egg seeming to weave through you painfully, pushing the other into your cock.

“n-no!! stop it!” The egg is fully in, a bulge very visible as your cock stretches around it. A painful urge at your back tells you to push, your body insistent that both eggs leave. A weak push at your ass and immediately the one in your cock decides to move, with a scream. It rests painfully at your head. You thrust, crying out as the egg crowns and then keeps slipping back inside. It’s too big but the pain is too much to deal with. Another egg pushes into your cock impatiently as you sob. The urge to push again, harder as you bear down. The egg peeks out with all the effort you can muster, the tapered tip visible before you relax and it slips back inside with a cry. Another pain coming up from your stomach, another egg. There are three in your cock now, it’s incredibly painful and the first one is blocking their exit, the pressure building impossibly. Your head is stretched to the maximum, the soft yellow of the egg showing, but it refuses to stretch further, blocking its only exit. Another egg. It feels like you’re about to scream again as the fourth pushes in, there’s no room in your cock for four eggs. You see more of the egg slip through, but your head still refuses to stretch. You push, the egg slowly making its way through. “It’s n-not gonna fit!!” You say with a sob, pushing as hard as you can. With a sharp pain, an egg slips past another inside you, and you cry out, not stopping your pushing in desperation. The pressure is unbearable as more and more eggs line up behind it. You cry, pushing and pushing with little progress. Then another horrible urge hits you, the urge to cum. You jerk yourself off quickly, crying as you touch your cock, the bulges in it palpable. Your boyfriend watches you with concern, his hand slowly going to replace yours, jerking you off for you. He gently pumps you, and for a moment the pressure worsens painfully. You whine as he keeps pumping you, and with two more strokes you cum, the egg popping out while cum dribbles out of you. He kisses you, rubbing over your stomach as eggs slowly push out of you with the cum. The one at your ass sits there hard and heavy, your body clenching and pushing around it impatiently. He finds the end of it again, gently pushing. It makes a small crown, but can’t go any further without you pushing. It inches out, and something in him pops as he loses concentration. Something in his stomach moves and heaves.

“You need to. leave.” You say with a whine, the egg blocking the creature's exit.

“I’m not leaving you, honey.” You wail as it descends, resting at his aching hips.

“I need to push, please. Please I don’t want you hurt.” It presses hard against his hips, and he cries. “STOP!” The egg rests impatiently inside him, as this big creature places tons of pressure right on his hips. “It’s coming, please go. Oh my god please.” You clench around it, trying to slow it as it painfully pushes the egg out. It stretches, slowly coming to its widest point before sinking back inside. You cry out, bucking your hips. The egg’s really starting to become painful.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“n-no.. it’s coming please…” He kisses over you as the egg pushes out again, this time slowly popping out with a slick noise. He sees that the egg’s huge, and something even bigger is currently exiting. You get the urge to spread your legs as it barrels down lower, pushing as it quickly spreads you fully. It’s far too big to exit like this, and you cry as it continues to push even when you stop. A slick tendril pops out of you, pulling its way out as you cry, something tearing painfully before the mass slides out of you. He kicks it away.

“You did it honey. You’re so great, thank you.” He kisses you, holding you as you cry. “I love you so much.”

hey! Idk why the formatting is so weird but thank you :)

[abdomented]

Has Dash ever had to birth anything out of his prick? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

So *I’m* not personally into penile birth but for the sake of everyone out there who IS……..

……yeah probably. ;))))))

[pregobirthlvr]

can you please give us a fantasy you might have about penis birth? feel free to make it as long or detailed as you please >3<

You’re 3 weeks overdue and have been in labor for most of the day. Your penis has swollen and is leaking birthing fluids. You’re sitting on the ground, laying back with your back resting on the sofa behind you. Your massive belly spilled out into your lap. You’ve lost the ability to see your penis for a long tile now. Your hips ache from the baby resting heavily on them. The next contraction comes with your body telling you to push.

You take a gulp of air before giving in and baring down. The baby barely makes any progress before your contraction ends. Your hips aches even more now that the baby was now squeezing its way out of you.

The next contraction slowly creeps up. You grab at the towel underneath you and trying to focus on pushing. You grunt and start to push hard. You’re determination was cut short when you say the head start to stretch the base of your penis. “Ahh!” You tossed your head back and cry out from the pain. The burning was new and and sent red hot pain through the body.

You took a second after the contraction to catch your breath and let your penis to stretch to accommodate the baby. It wasn’t very long before you were pushing again. The head pushing further snd further out of your body and into your penis. You’re barely keeping it together, you’re close to screaming but have settled on deep moans and the occasional grunt.

It takes a few contractions before the baby reaches the tip. Your urethra begins to stretch as the head moves further down. Until you felt everything stop. You pushed and pushed but the baby refused to move. Your urethra wasn’t opening up fast enough.

You cursed at yourself for doing this alone as you reached for the medical scissors. But before you could make your cut a harsh contraction made you drop the scissor and push hard. You let out a scream as the searing pin of your babies head tearing your urethra open came with your pushing. Your head lulled back as the panted desperately to get air. The world was spinning around you. Your brain hazy from the pain.

“Please, no more,” you begged as the next contraction had you pushing again. With each desperate push the baby painfully slid out of your damaged penis little by little. You reached around your slightly deflated belly to grab at your penis and the baby sliding out of it. Your body forced you to continue to push. The excruciating pain of your urethra ripping even further almost made you miss the head slipping out.

You barely waited for the next contraction before continuing to push. You needed this baby out. With only two more extremely hard and painful pushes, the baby slide free.

You collapsed against the couch exhausted. Your penis lay limp and tattered, throbbing between your legs. You knew you’d have to call an ambulance now if you wanted to have any chance of saving it. But you also knew this wasn’t going to be your only baby. So maybe you’d leave it stretched out and loose to make it easier for the next time.

((This has been sitting in my inbox for so long. (Sorry about that) but I finally got around to answering it. Hope you all like it! ))

[aconitum009]

Noah's urethral birth

A/N: It's a mpreg birth story with long labor. As mentioned in the title, this is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

word count: 4k+

Story:

In this realm, Kunki has great influence and is highly respected by society because of that. He is a cold and sharp man. He was roaming around the streets alone when he saw a guy being dragged out of the hospital and thrown on the streets by the guards. He was full-term pregnant. He just lowered his head, and sat leaning back in the alley. Kunki approaches him.

“What’s your name?” Kunki’s voice cold.

He noticed Kunki’s presence and stared with his glazed eye, covering his pregnant belly.

“..It’s Noah. Master…please, can you give me some money? I really need some.” He glances towards the hospital.

Kunki observes him up and down, "I'll give you money, if you come with me."

Noah hesitates, glancing nervously between his stern face and his swollen belly. "With all due respect, Master, I... I don't go with strangers." His voice trembles slightly, defensive hands cradling his midsection protectively.

"Are you rejecting me now?" Kunki ask. He’s voice ice cold.

Noah freezes, eyes wide. "No, no! I'm not rejecting you. I just... I don't sell my body, Master. I'm a man. I have pride. Plus," He swallows hard, lowering his voice, "I'm heavily pregnant”

"Who said I want your body? You look ready to pop. I'll deliver your baby, that's it," Kunki says blankly.

Noah stares at him, shock written all over his face. "You... You're serious?" He laughs softly, disbelieving.

"Are you coming with me? Or do you wanna pop in the middle of the street?" Kunki’s voice eerily cold.

Noah closes his eyes briefly, knowing he has no choice. "Fine. Anything's better than giving birth in an alley." He pushes up from his seat with some difficulty. "Lead the way, Master..”

Kunki takes a glance at his belly and starts moving.

Noah follows slowly, waddling slightly. His belly is so distended that it seems like the baby could spill out at any moment. He breathes heavily, hand resting on his lower back. "How far is it?”

"Keep walking.”

Noah follows obediently, but his breath grows more labored with each step. "You know, most people don't offer to help without wanting something in return." He pants slightly, wiping sweat from his brow. "What's your game, Sir?”

"I just want to witness your delivery" Kunki says blankly.

Noah stops abruptly, turning to face him with wide eyes. "You... You just want to watch me give birth? Like some kind of... medical curiosity?" He sounds both offended and confused. His hand instinctively moves to protect his belly. "You are really messed up.”

Kunki gives him a stern look, "How am I supposed to help you give birth if I'm not watching it?”

Noah scoffs, shaking his head as he continues to walk slowly beside him. "Right, because that makes perfect sense. You want a front-row seat to a pregnant man’s most vulnerable moment." His tone drips with sarcasm. "Tell me, does witnessing a birth get you off?”

Kunki ignores him and tells him to get inside. They reach his private space, a secluded place with no one around. There are large walls but no ceiling. They get inside, and Kunki locks the gate.

Noah enters slowly, wincing slightly. The baby presses heavily on his lower back. "Damn, this place is huge." He looks around, eyes widening when he sees the open ceiling. "No walls?"

"It’s my personal space. Nobody knows about it. You are the first guest" Kunki says as he unroll a soft mattress on the floor that one can lie or sit.

Noah watches carefully, his expression thoughtful. "You're not what I expected." He mutters softly. "Most would throw me on the ground and have their way. You... You spread out a mattress like you're preparing a bed.”

"Are you thinking of birthing on the floor then" Kunki says nonchalantly, his voice cold and calm.

Noah glances at the floor, then back to the mattress, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. "Guess not." With a groan, he lowers himself onto the mattress, immediately looking more comfortable. "Happy now, Master? The pregnant man is properly situated for your viewing pleasure.”

Kunki looks at his gravid belly. His gaze unreadable, "It looks ready to pop.”

"It is. Too ready, really. The doctors refused to help when they found out I couldn't pay." He strokes his belly absently. "I'm actually surprised I'm still walking. Could go into labor any minute now." His voice shakes slightly, betraying his fear of what's to come.

"Hmm. I can see" Kunki goes to an almirah and rummages for something. "Take off your clothes.”

"W-What?" Noah stutters, eyes widening. "You can't be serious. I'm not going to give birth... Naked." He swallows hard, his heart racing. "Please, just let me keep my clothes on. It's cold.”

Kunki looks at him coldly, "It’s not cold. The sun is very bright in the sky. And you need to be naked to give birth. Be logical."

Noah hesitates, looking up at the bright sky visible through the open ceiling. "Fine," he mutters, his voice barely audible. He starts to undress slowly, wincing with each movement as his belly makes simple tasks more difficult. "Happy now?”

Kunki looks at him, his belly gravid, being full term. He looks at his puffy manhood. "Your type give birth through dick, right?”

"Yes," Noah hisses through gritted teeth as he looks down at his swollen belly hiding his manhood completely. "..It swells during pregnancy to accommodate the baby's head.”

“Hmm..”

Noah raises an eyebrow, his breath hitching slightly as he shifts on the mattress. "Then you know I can't just push it out like a female. It's going to be... messy." He looks down at his belly, his voice softening. "And painful.”

"Brace yourself if you know that much" Kunki says coldly as he starts preparing for other stuffs.

Noah watches him move around, preparing things he can't see from his position on the mattress. "You're really going to make me do this, aren't you? Give birth like an animal in the dirt." He swallows hard.

"This is the cleanest you could ever afford.”

Noah flinches at his cold words, his lower lip trembling slightly. "I suppose you're right," he murmurs, looking down at his naked, vulnerable body. "At least I won't be lying in my own filth when the contractions start." He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"How are you feeling?” Kunki asks as he puts some towels nearby.

"My back hurts. My legs are swollen. And... and I feel pressure down there." Noah shifts uncomfortably, his hands instinctively moving to his belly as if to protect the baby inside. "The doctors said first labors are usually long and painful." His voice cracks slightly on the last word.

"It is.." Kunki starts making fire in a distance, to boil water.

Noah watches as he moves around, his eyes following Kunki’s every action. He shifts again, wincing at a sudden twinge in his belly.

As the fire grows and the water begins to heat, Noah's breathing starts to change. He inhales sharply through his nose, his chest rising and falling rapidly as a contraction hits him. "Aaahh..." He lets out a soft, pained cry, his fingers digging into his belly.

Kunki kneels in front of him, "How’s the condition?"

Noah doubles over, clutching his belly with both hands. "It hurts..." He gasps out, his face contorting in pain. "The baby's moving differently. I can feel it kicking harder, lower..." He trails off, another wave of pain hitting him.

"Hmm. It's starting. Bear with it”

He laughs bitterly, his eyes squeezing shut as another contraction comes. "Easy for you to say," He grits his teeth. "You're not the one with something the size of a watermelon trying to squeeze out of your dick." He hisses out a breath, his body going rigid with pain.

"Save your energy.” Kunki says coldly.

Noah’s inhaling deeply through his nose and exhaling slowly through his mouth between contractions. As the minutes tick by, the pain becomes more intense, stealing his breath and making him feel lightheaded. "It's getting worse...”

Kunki put his hand over his pregnant belly.

Noah's belly is rock hard and taut under his touch, the muscles contracting powerfully. "Ahh, fuck! Don't touch me there!" He cries out, his hips bucking reflexively away from his hand. But then he collapses back onto the mattress, exhausted and sweating.

Kunki starts pressing around on his bump softly.

Noah lets out a strangled noise as he presses on his belly, the sensation overwhelmingly painful. He lays there panting, his eyes closed tightly.

Kunki press around on his belly to feel the baby’s position.

"Mmmph..." He whimpers softly as his hands move over his distended belly, feeling the movements of the baby beneath his skin. "It's moving around..." he manages to say between heavy breaths. "The doctor said it was engaged last week.”

"Hmm. It's head down, in good position.”

"Really?" Noah opens his eyes and looks at him for a moment before another contraction hits. "Fuck..." His voice breaks as the pain washes over him. "How do you know so much about..." He trails off, another contraction stealing his words.

"I just know." Kunki starts slapping softly the sides of his belly, around his baby, so the baby keeps in the straight position.

Noah lets out a startled yelp as his hand slaps his belly, the sudden movement causing the baby to shift slightly. But it seems to work, as the next contraction feels like the baby is pressing down more firmly against his cervix. "Ahh! That actually helped..." He pants, surprised.

"Hmm.." Kunki stops and heads toward the fire.

The pain is really getting intense now. "I feel like it's getting worse... Aaahh!" Another contraction hits, and Noah curls in on himself. "Ahhnnn..." he moans loudly, clutching at his swollen belly as the contraction peaks. "Fuck fuck fuck..." He pants rapidly, trying desperately to ride out the pain. Suddenly, he feels a strange, urgent pressure bearing down on his dick. "Wait, wait...”

Kunki was preparing towel and hot water, "What happened??”

"I... I think my water just broke..." Noah looks up at him with wide, panicked eyes as he feels a gush of warm fluid between his legs. "And... and something's pushing down there... like the baby is trying to come out already!" He starts to hyperventilate.

Kunki sees the water dripping. "Don't push yet. Let me see.”

"I-I'm not trying to push!" He exclaims, his voice shaking with fear and pain. "It just feels like everything is... moving on its own." He spreads his legs wider, looking down at his distended belly and the clear fluid pooling beneath him. "Hurry, please...”

"Take deep breaths" Kunki positions himself between his legs. "Your manhood has not expanded enough to fit the baby inside it. You have to hold.”

"How much does it need to expand?" Noah asks between deep breaths, only halfway listening as another contraction bears down on him. "God, it burns..." He spreads his legs even wider, giving Kunki a full view of his puffy manhood.

"Expand enough for the baby to drop inside it," Kunki says as he brings a hot towel and massages Noah’s manhood with it. Noah whimpers, feeling his dick starts to tingle and swell slightly under his touch.

"Relax, it's an automated process of birth. It will happen naturally. Give it time," Kunki says as he presses the hot towel over his manhood.

"Ngh... it feels like it's getting bigger..." Noah pants heavily, his manhood starting to engorge. Another contraction hits, and he cries out, feeling the throbbing in his groin synchronizing with the pressure in his belly. "Aahh! It's...”

"Keep breathing," Kunki says as he massages Noah’s lower abdomen.

Heavy panting mingles with painful moans as Noah feels his manhood swelling dramatically. The heat from the towel sends waves of tingling sensation straight to his core. "Ahhhnnn... It feels so weird... like everything's getting so sensitive..." He pants heavily, his manhood now throbbing and fully expanded. "Oh god... I can feel it... the baby is pressing...”

Kunki put away the hot towel from his manhood. "Relax and breath". He can feel Noah’s belly tighten under his hands.

"I'm trying... ngh... trying to breathe!" Noah moans, arching his back slightly as another powerful contraction hits. His fully expanded puffy manhood stands tall and proud, dripping cum, "The baby's dropping... I can feel its head...”

Kunki can see Noah’s groin and manhood’s upper side are getting fuller means the baby's head has reached there. "Keep breathing, it's happening.”

"Aaahh! It's burning so bad... my insides are stretching..." Noah pants heavily, gripping the sheets beneath him. "The head... it's really dropping... nnn..." His fully expanded manhood throbs visibly as the baby's head applies pressure to his perineum.

Kunki wets the towel in hot water and press it softly around his manhood. "I know. Let it happen naturally. Don't push it”

"Nhn... the heat is helping... but it's so painful..." Noah bites his lip, feeling the baby's head dropping into his dick. His manhood continues to leak cum. It’s now dripping onto his belly. "The head... it dropped... ahhhh...”

Kunki can see Noa’s manhood is getting puffier with the baby inside it. "Breath. Keep breathing. Let the baby drop completely inside your manhood first.”

"Fuck... it feels like there's a bowling ball in my manhood..." Noah tries to breathe through the intense pressure and strange sensation of having the baby's head inside his manhood. His fully expanded member continues to leak cum, becoming even larger and more engorged. Kunki keeps rubbing it softly with hot towel.

"Aaahh... that feels nice... but ..." He whimpers, his entire body trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure. His manhood is now at its maximum size, completely stuffed with the baby's head and upper body.

"Okay okay, try to hold. Hold for now. Your manhood is stuffed completely.” Kunki says calmly despite the tension.

"Mhm... God..." Noah leans back, trying to hold still despite the intense pressure. His fully engorged manhood is throbbing visibly with the baby safely inside. "It's so full... I can feel it moving around in there... nnnggh...”

Kunki touches the top of Noah’s manhood, the hole. It's puffy red but not fully dilate. "Okay, hold for now. Your hole is only 3 cm dilated. Keep breathing”

Noah manages to nod, taking deep breaths as instructed. His puffy, red hole twitches slightly around the baby's head, still not fully dilated. "Three centimeters? Isn't that... slow?" He pants, trying to distract himself from the overwhelming fullness in his manhood.

"it is. It's your first delivery. Obviously things will take time. Bear with it. It's going to be a while.”

Noah sighs, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Right, of course. First time and all..." He takes another shuddering breath, his abs contracting involuntarily around the bulge of his stuffed manhood. "God, is it supposed to feel this full?

Kunki rubs his lower abdomen to relieve some pressure. Noah hisses in relief as he rub his lower abdomen. His manhood remains fully stuffed, the baby's head and upper body taking up all the space inside. His hole is still only 3 cm dilated, slowly stretching around the baby's head.

Kunki wets the towel in hot water again and puts it around his manhood. He keeps massaging his lower abdomen. "Keep breathing”

Noah leans into the comforting touch, breathing deeply as another wave of discomfort passes through him. The hot towel wrapped around his immensely swollen manhood brings some relief, but the baby's presence remains acutely felt. "Breathing... yeah..." He mutters, squirming slightly.

As the next wave of labor hits, Noah's entire body tenses up. His manhood throbs in sync with his distended belly as the muscles there tighten and relax rhythmically. He gasps, clutching at the sheets as he struggles to breathe through the intense sensation.

Kunki touches the head of his manhood, "4 cm. Still too far”

Through gritted teeth, Noah manages to glance down. Seeing the dilation progress to 4 centimeters only makes him whimper in frustration. "Too far... I know..." He pants, his body shaking with another contraction. "It's still so full...”

"Relax and keep breathing. How are you feeling?”

"Ugh... it's... it's intense," Noah manages to say between breaths. "Every contraction feels like the baby is trying to burst out of my manhood. It's so full and tight, and every time I feel a contraction, it’s like the baby is pushing harder against my insides.”

"Hmm. it's normal. Try not to push though. We don't want you to tear apart.”

Noah nods weakly, gripping the sheets tighter as another contraction ripples through him. "Right, right... no pushing." He bites his lip, trying desperately not to bear down despite the urge. "God, if I didn't know better, I'd think my manhood might explode...”

Kunki takes another towel to clean up around Noah. Noah watches him move around, appreciative of his care. The hot water on his manhood feels heavenly amidst the intense pressure and pain. As another contraction hits, he unwittingly lets out a long, low moan. "The baby's moving more... I can feel it kicking inside...” Noah shifts uncomfortably, trying to find a position that alleviates some of the pressure from his enormously swollen manhood. Each tiny movement sends jolts of sensation through him, the baby's vigorous kicks adding to the overwhelming stimulation. "When will it dilate more?”

Kunki puts his fingers inside his manhood's hole. "Six. There's progress. Give it more time.”

Noah gasps as he feels his fingers slip inside his dilated hole, the sudden intrusion making his entire body clench. His manhood throbs around Kunki’s fingers, the walls spasming as another contraction washes over him. "Six... that's... that's a lot, right?”

"Right. But it needs more" Kunki massages his lower abdomen. Noah lets out a shaky breath, his whole body going limp with exhaustion against the bed. "More... I'm so full already..." His manhood aches and pulses with each contraction, the baby's head creating intense pressure against his entrance. "How much bigger does it need to be?”

"Almost 10 cm. It will happen soon. Keep breathing," Kunki brings some water to him. Noah gulps down the water gratefully, his dry throat burning. As he swallows, another contraction hits, and he has to pause, panting through the intense pressure building inside him. "10 cm... That sounds huge... Will it hurt more when it's that big?”

"We have to see." Kunki put away the glass and goes back between his legs, "Seven.”

Noah’s eyes widen as Kunki announces the dilation, his body instinctively trying to push despite his earlier warning. He grips the sheets tightly, his knuckles turning white. "Seven... that's almost there..." He lets out a whimper as another contraction hits, his manhood throbbing violently.

"Do not push. Breath through it.”

Noah inhales sharply, trying to follow his instructions as another powerful contraction wracks his body. He can feel the baby's head pressing against his stretched hole, the pain becoming unbearable. He pants, his body trembling. "It's too much...”

Kunki puts a hot towel above Noah’s lower abdomen. And with another, he rubs his manhood. Noah moans softly at the sensation of the hot towel on his lower abdomen and the gentle rubbing of his swollen manhood. The warmth helps to ease some of the tension, but the contractions continue to intensify. "Ahh... that feels... a little better," he admits between ragged breaths. He looks down at his manhood, watching as it pulses and throbs with each contraction. The sight is both mesmerizing and terrifying. "I can feel the baby's head... it's right there..." He lets out a low groan, his body shaking with the effort to not push.

"Yeah, it is.”

Noah nods, his breath coming in short gasps. The contractions are now almost continuous, and he can feel the baby's head pressing firmly against his entrance. Kunki mops some of his sweat from his neck and forehead, "You will soon be fully dilated. Try to relax.”

Noah leans into his touch, finding a small measure of comfort in the cool cloth against his heated skin. His body trembles with the effort to relax, but the relentless contractions make it nearly impossible. "Relax... right..." He lets out a shaky laugh, his voice strained.

As Kunki positions himself between his legs again, Noah's breath catches in his throat. He spreads his thighs wider instinctively, giving him a better view of his stretched and throbbing opening. "Ah..." He bites his lip, trying to stay still despite the intense urge to push.

"Try to relax. It's too tense.”

Noah takes a deep breath and forces his muscles to relax as much as possible, though every fiber of his being wants to push the baby out. "I'm trying... it's just... He whimpers as another contraction hits, making his opening twitch and contract rhythmically. His eyes widen as he feels the constant pressure and pain of the contractions. He can no longer tell where one ends and another begins. "They're... they're non-stop... ahh!" He arches his back, his hands gripping the sheets tightly. His face contorts with pain as he bears down involuntarily, his body pushing against the baby's head despite his attempts to hold back. "I-I can't... I can't stop pushing..." He looks at Kunki with panic-stricken eyes, his voice breaking. "It hurts so much...”

Kunki’s hand above Noah’s manhood hole. "Relax, relax Noah.”

Noah feels his hand hovering above his throbbing opening, and it sends a shiver down his spine. He tries desperately to relax his muscles, but the overwhelming urge to push is too strong. "I-I'm trying... ahh!" His body convulses with another powerful contraction. He grunts softly as the contractions milk his swollen manhood, pre-ejaculate leaking out of the tip. His body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hair damp and stuck to his forehead. He whimpers softly, his lower abdomen hard and taut. He takes shallow breaths. His body is shaking with the effort to relax his muscles. "I-I'm trying... but it feels like my body wants to push so badly..." He looks down at his distended belly, watching it contract rhythmically. His eyes widen as he feels a particularly strong contraction. "Ahhh... I can feel the head... it's right there, right at the entrance..." He lets out a low moan, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "I can't... I can't keep from pushing much longer...”

Kunki inserts two fingers inside his manhood's hole. "Okay, Okay, it's 10 cm". Kunki pulls out the fingers and put away the towels from his lower abdomen and manhood. "I want you to push with next contractions, but not so hard.”

Noah lets out a relieved cry as he hears the words "10 cm." His body, which had been fighting against the urge to push, now has permission to do what it desperately needs. He nods vigorously, his breath coming in short gasps. "Okay... okay... I can push...”

Kunki rubs around his puffy hole and expanded manhood. Noah gasps as he feels his fingers rubbing around his sensitive hole and manhood. The touch is a little too intense for him, his voice cracks as he tries to push gently with the next contraction, his face contorting with the effort. "Aah... it's coming... the head is crowning...”

"Yes. Push!”

With a choked moan, Noah bears down, pushing with all his strength while trying to keep it controlled as instructed. His hole stretches obscenely around the baby's head as it begins to crown. "Oh god... it's... ahh!... it's really coming out!” He throws his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as the baby's head slowly emerges from his manhood's hole. The stretching and burning is unlike anything he's ever felt, his muscles quivering with the effort. He pants heavily, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Push Noah. Keep pushing!”

"I-I'm trying!" Another powerful contraction hits, and with a guttural moan, Noah bears down again. The baby's head finally pops out completely, stretching his opening painfully wide. He immediately feels lighter, but the relief is temporary as another urge hits him. "Oh god...”

"The head is fully out! Take breaths. Take a break and relax.”

Noah collapses back against the mattress, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Tears stream down his face as he stares down at the baby's head protruding from his manhood's hole. He feels exhausted but relieved that the hardest part is over. "It's... it's out...”

Kunki’s hand cupping the baby head to guide it safely. "Breath, breath.”

Noah nods, focusing on his breathing as instructed. His body trembles with exertion and relief, but he knows the process isn't over yet. He takes deep breaths, trying to relax his muscles even as another contraction begins to build. As the next contraction hits, Noah lets out a loud moan. He pushes again, his body shaking with the effort. The baby's shoulders start to emerge, stretching him even wider. Tears of pain and relief mix on his face as he feels.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. Keep pushing.”

Noah bites his lip, pushing with all his might as the baby's shoulders fully emerge. He feels like he's being ripped in half, but the knowledge that the baby is almost out keeps him going. "Almost... almost there...”

"Yeah almost there. Keep pushing Noah." Kunki’s hand is guiding the baby out.

With a choked cry, Noah pushes with everything he has left. His body convulses as the baby's hips and legs slide out in one final, agonizing push. As the infant emerges completely, Noah collapses back, his body limp with exhaustion.

"It's out! It's out" Kunki holds the baby in his hands.

Tears of joy and relief flood Noah’s eyes as he hears those words. He looks down, his body shaking with the aftermath of the intense labor. He reaches out a trembling hand to touch his baby.

[aconitum009]

howdy there! i saw you put out a request for ideas for a story, and ive been a huge fan of your work, so i thought i'd give it a shot!

youre one of the only writers i know who writes penis birth, and i think the idea of some poor guy having to push multiple big, hard eggs out of his dick is kinda nice. bonus points if he's doing this in a setting where the people around him aren't really nice to him, they just want him to get the eggs out and don't care much for his comfort.

Title: Relentless Descent

Story:

"You're late again, Thomas," Mrs. Jenkins snapped, peering over her spectacles. Her voice cracked like a whip across the narrow hall.

Thomas froze, clutching his belly. His hands trembled against the round, swollen weight dragging low inside him. "S-sorry, ma’am," he mumbled, face burning. His words shook with the effort of standing upright. "I— I don’t feel so well today."

Mrs. Jenkins’s lip curled. "Well, that's your problem, not mine. Now, get to work. We've got a full house to clean. You’re here to work. Not whine. Mop bucket’s waiting."

The other staff, dusting and scrubbing, barely glanced at him. One of them snickered under her breath.

Thomas nodded stiffly, gritting his teeth against the discomfort that grew with each passing moment. He'd hoped to hide his condition, but the pain was becoming too much to bear. The eggs were heavy, pressing against his insides like an unwelcome burden that refused to be ignored.

Thomas took the cleaning supplies and headed to the guest room, his stomach lurching with the effort of walking. He tried to focus on his job, but the pain grew more intense with each step. He could feel the eggs shifting within him, demanding to be released.

Thomas swallowed hard, and as he shuffled toward the guest room, the weight inside his belly shifted ominously. His stomach cramped, heavy and solid, and he nearly dropped the mop. He knew—he knew—what was about to start.

He doubled over, gasping, his face pale. "Nnnnghh—!" His hand pressed to his belly, the fullness pressing unbearably down into his groin. He could feel them moving—the eggs. Hard, round, merciless things, dropping deeper. His dick twitched heavily in his pants, already reacting to the strain.

Mrs. Jenkins rolled her eyes. "Oh, don’t tell me it’s that. Then get it over with and don’t make a mess on the carpets."

The staff giggled cruelly.

Thomas stumbled into the guest room, clutching the mop for support before letting it clatter to the floor. His body folded in on itself as the first contraction gripped him, belly knotting up like iron. "Aa-aaaghhh! Ohhh, it hurts—!" he groaned, voice breaking into ragged pants. Sweat broke across his brow.

He yanked open his trousers with trembling hands, letting them fall to his ankles. His dick jutted out, flushed, taut, already swelling as the first egg pressed downward into it. He choked on a sob.

Inside, he could feel the hard weight shifting lower, grinding down toward his groin. The pressure was unbearable, like his insides were being shoved open from the top down.

"I-I can feel it moving—ohhh God—it’s starting—" he whimpered, rocking forward on his knees.

Thomas let out a strangled moan as the first egg shoved into the root of his penis. His cock throbbed violently, the base swelling up with the solid round shape.

"HHHhhhnnnnggggghhhhhh! Ohhh f-fuck—it’s in—!" He clutched his cock with both trembling hands, eyes squeezed shut as it stretched, veins standing out dark and swollen.

The pressure was brutal, forcing the dick to expand wider and wider. He sobbed through clenched teeth. "It’s too much—it’s gonna b-burst me—!"

One of the maids peeked around the doorframe, smirking. "Gross. Just push it out already."

"Sh-shut up—hhhaahhh!" Thomas cried, his voice cracking. He clutched his belly, sweat dripping down his temples. "It’s—it’s so heavy, I c-can’t—ohhhh—!"

The egg forced its way halfway down, distorting the shaft obscenely, like a snake choking on prey. The veins pulsed furiously, skin shiny with strain.

Thomas howled, grabbing the wall to steady himself. "HhhhaaaAAAAHHHH! It’s stuck—it won’t move—it’s jammed inside me—!" His whole body shook as he rocked his hips forward, trying to help it along.

The grinding pressure scraped raw inside him, every ridge of the shell burning as it inched downward. "Ohhhhhh God—it hurts—it hurts so bad—!"

His legs kicked helplessly against the floor, toes curling.

Then came the worst part: the tip. His slit began to stretch open, the egg forcing the head to swell obscenely.

Thomas screamed, thrashing against the wall. "No, no, no, no—! It’s too big—it won’t fit through—!"

The slit widened in slow, trembling pulses around the hard, unyielding shell. His shaft twitched violently, the head ballooning until it looked ready to split.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s tearing me apart!" he shrieked, tears streaming down his face. His voice broke into guttural groans. "Nnnghhh—hhhaaahhh—p-please, it’s killing me—!"

The staff only rolled their eyes. "He’ll be screaming all day if he keeps that up."

Mrs. Jenkins’s voice cut from the hall, sharp and impatient. "Keep it down in there! Some of us are trying to work!"

Thomas sobbed openly, voice hoarse. "I-I can’t—hhhaaahhh! I c-can’t do this, it’s too big—!" His fingers dug into the wall behind him as he bore down with every ounce of strength. "Ngghhhhnnnnnn—aaAAAHHHHH!"

Thomas bore down, throat raw, his whole body tensing as he pushed with everything he had. His scream peaked, a ragged howl.

"HHHHhhhhhhaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

With a slick, brutal pop, the egg burst out through his slit, his dick snapping forward as the pressure finally gave way. The egg landed in the waiting bucket with a heavy thud.

Thomas collapsed sideways, sobbing openly, drool running from his mouth. "I-it’s out—it’s finally out—God, it hurts—! ahhh God—one’s out—"

His relief was short-lived. His belly cramped again, even harder. He looked down in terror at his dick, already twitching, swelling as another egg pressed into it. "No—no no no, not again—!" he wailed, shaking his head.

The staff laughed from the hall. "Hurry it up, Thomas, we don’t have all day!"

"Shut up! It hurts—so much—hnnnnnaaaahhhhhh!" He doubled over, grabbing at his dick as the next egg descended, bulging the base obscenely. He could feel it grinding inside him, every ridge pressing against his raw walls as it moved down.

His dick stretched again, skin straining shiny and red. "I-It’s too big—ahhhhnnnhhhhhh! I c-can’t—!" His voice broke into high sobs as he panted, drool running down his chin. "P-please, just let it out, please—!"

The egg reached halfway, the shaft grotesquely distended. His knees buckled. "Ohhhhhh it’s tearing me apart—!" he wailed, before screaming as he pushed hard, muscles clenching.

"AaaaAAHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s coming! Oh God, it’s coming!"

The tip flared wide, splitting, the egg’s hard curve forcing its way into the open. His dick shook violently, veins throbbing. He howled, body jerking as the egg finally slid free with another heavy plop into the bucket. Thomas clutching his cock, sobbing openly. "Nnnhhhhhh—i-it burns—it burns—!"

"Two down," one maid muttered. "Sounds like he’s got more in there. Poor bastard."

Mrs. Jenkins sniffed. "I don’t pay him to whine. He can cry on his own time. Get the rest out and clean up, Thomas!"

Thomas trembled on the floor, face wet with tears. "I-I can’t… I can’t do any more…"

His belly cramped violently, cutting him off with a guttural moan. "Aaahhhhaaahhhhhh! N-no! Oh God, another one—!"

The third egg dropped hard into his dick, bulging him even more grotesquely than before. His dick distorted, skin glossy and veined.

"Ahhhhhh—nghhhhhh! Too b-big—won’t fit—!" He wailed, clutching the base with shaking hands as the egg shoved its way down.

Mrs. Jenkins clicked her tongue. "Stop dragging this out. It’s disgusting."

He sobbed openly, hips jerking forward as the egg crowned. The slit stretched wider than before, raw and throbbing. "It’s splitting me apart—aaaAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The egg burst free, splattering into the bucket. Thomas shaking violently, saliva dripping from his mouth.

One maid wrinkled her nose. "Gross. He’s drooling on the floor."

His body convulsed again. Thomas gasped, clutching his belly. "N-no, please—please let it stop—!"

The fourth egg shoved into his dick, already battered and sore. His eyes rolled back as the bulge forced the skin wider than ever.

"Hhhhaaaahhhhhh! My d-dick—ohhh God, it’s tearing—!" He screamed, gripping the bucket as his whole dick throbbed around the descending orb.

From the hall, laughter echoed. "Listen to him squeal. Like a pig at slaughter."

Thomas sobbed louder, throat raw. "P-please, just… just let it end—!" His belly clenched, driving the egg forward.

The slit stretched brutally around the widest point, his scream ripping the air. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The egg dropped free, followed by a gush of fluids. He slumped sideways, twitching, dick throbbing angrily.

Thomas whimpered, barely able to sit upright. "I-I can’t—my body’s finished—"

His belly seized, forcing the fifth egg into his penis. He let out a hoarse, animal howl. "HHHHhhhhaaaaAAAAHHHHHH!"

The bulge was massive, swelling his dick monstrously. Veins throbbed, skin paper-thin. He clawed at the floor. "It’s too much—it won’t fit—!"

The staff murmured mockingly. "Cry louder, maybe it’ll help."

He pushed desperately, sobbing. "Nnnghhhhh! Ghhhaaaahhhh! P-please—get out, get out—!"

The slit split around the shell, his scream breaking into sobs. The egg lurched free, splattering into the bucket.

Thomas collapsed forward, forehead against the tiles. "Ohhh God… I can’t… I can’t…"

His belly knotted one final time, savage and unstoppable. Thomas shrieked, curling over himself. "NnnnnnnAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s the biggest—it’s too big—!"

The sixth egg filled his dick completely, bulging the entire length until it looked ready to burst. His slit gaped obscenely around the shell pressing at the tip.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It’s splitting me—help me, please!" His cries were met only with silence, then quiet snickers.

The dick throbbed violently, veins twitching. Thomas screamed, body jerking as he gave one final, desperate push.

"HHHHHhhhhhaaaAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The last egg exploded out of him with a sickening plop, landing in the bucket with a heavy thud that echoed through the room.

Thomas collapsed flat on the floor, body shaking, fluids dripping down his thighs. His chest heaved, sobs wracking him. "It’s… it’s over… please… no more…"

Mrs. Jenkins’s heels clicked into the room. She glanced at the bucket, unimpressed. "Finally. Now clean up your mess and get back to work."

Thomas lay broken, his shaft swollen, raw, and twitching against his thigh. He didn’t even lift his head as the staff dispersed, laughing under their breath.

Only the sound of his ragged sobs and the faint drip of fluids filled the empty room.

[aconitum009]

Title: The King's Urethral Birth

A/N: It's an mpreg birth story about a king, whose baby is just too big. This is going to be a urethral/penis birth. Refrain from reading if you are not into it or it's too graphic for you. Characters, places, and stories are all imaginary.

word count: 4k+

Story:

The Puhin kingdom is waiting for its heir. Their king, King Protheon Stoneborn, is pregnant with his first child. Proheon is currently 37 weeks pregnant. His pregnant belly is huge to accommodate his big baby. Despite pregnancy, he is actively doing his duties as a king.

He is in his bedchamber. "This baby is really big." He huffs, caressing his huge pregnant belly.

His royal attendant knocks on his bedchamber door, "Your Majesty..”

"Come in." He calls out, his voice slightly strained as he tries to find a comfortable position in his large bed. The room is filled with the scent of lavender and other calming herbs, meant to soothe the king's aching body. "Ah, come here." He waves his hand weakly.

The royal attendant bows, "How is His Majesty feeling?”

"Ugh, this baby is pressing on my bladder. I need to pee every hour." He groans, shifting his weight to the side. "And my back is killing me. I feel like a cow ready to calve." He chuckles weakly, trying to make a joke out of his discomfort.

The royal attendant nods sympathetically and continues, “The durbar is ready. Everyone is waiting for His Majesty.”

"Ah, right." He sighs heavily, placing a hand on his massive belly. He tries to stand up, clearly struggling with his heavy pregnancy. He leans on the royal attendant for support as he slowly makes his way to the durbar. His movements are slow and deliberate, his belly swaying heavily with each step. As they enter the durbar, all the nobles and officials bow down.

The king takes his seat on the throne, his pregnant belly prominently displayed. He calls the court to order, his voice echoing through the room. "Rise and be heard!" He commands. The nobles begin to approach the throne, each with their matters to discuss or reports to give.

As the court progresses, Protheon listens attentively to each noble, his hand resting on his massive belly. He occasionally nods, his expression calm and composed despite his obvious discomfort. Suddenly, he feels a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. "Uhnng..”

Protheon grips the armrests of his throne tightly, his knuckles turning white as he tries to breathe through the pain. "Ah... ah... not now..." He mutters under his breath, hoping that the pain will pass quickly.

The royal attendant whispers on his side, "Your Majesty, is everything alright?”

He takes a deep breath, trying to hide the pain from the others. "Yes, yes... I am fine." He says through gritted teeth. Another pain hits him, and he has to pause for a moment before continuing. "Just... just continue with the proceedings.”

The royal attendant looks at his belly, "His Majesty is near his due date. Maybe what his Majesty is having are Braxton Hicks contractions.”

Protheon nods weakly, his forehead beading with sweat. "Yes... I know. The healers say it could be any day now." He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the matters at hand. But with each passing minute, the contractions seem to be getting stronger.

As the final noble bows and the durbar is dismissed, Protheon attempts to stand but nearly doubles over with a particularly strong contraction. He grabs the servant’s arm for support, his breathing heavy. "I... I need to retire to my chambers." He whispers urgently, his hand resting heavily on his belly.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the royal attendant helps him waddle to his bedchamber.

Protheon leans on him heavily as he makes his way to his chambers, each step agonizing. As they reach the bedchamber, he collapses onto the bed with a grunt. "Ah, gods... it hurts.”

"Take some rest, Your Majesty. They will be gone soon.”

Protheon nods, trying to catch his breath. "Yes, yes... I know." He lies back on the pillows, his hand still resting on his belly. The contractions seem to be easing slightly, but he knows this is just the calm before the storm. "Could you send for the midwife?” He groans softly, shifting his weight onto his side to get more comfortable. "Just... just in case. I don't want to risk anything." He knows the birthing process can be long and unpredictable, and he wants to be prepared.

The midwife confirms that everything is progressing normally and he is still weeks away from giving birth. Protheon nods, grateful for the confirmation. He tries to rest as much as possible.

Weeks passed in the blink of an eye. And today is his due date. He is wearing a robe, completely naked underneath. His belly is so huge and heavy. His baby is a big one.

His massive belly swaying from side to side, Protheon paces back and forth in his bedchamber, growing more impatient and uncomfortable by the minute. He feels like he's carrying a boulder inside him, and the baby shows no signs of wanting to come out. He pauses by the window, looking out at the kingdom below, his reflection showing a heavily pregnant king with a belly that touches his knees. He places his hands on the windowsill, trying to push himself up slightly to ease the pressure, but it's no use. "Come on, come on...”

The royal attendant knocks on his door, "Your Majesty.”

"Come in!" He calls out, turning to face the door as he enters. His robe parts slightly, revealing his swollen belly and the dark line running down his middle. He looks exhausted and frustrated. "Still nothing... I'm starting to think this baby is never coming out.”

The royal attendant bows, "How is His Majesty feeling?”

He groans and rubs his belly, "Miserable. Uncomfortable. Like there's a watermelon sitting inside me that refuses to budge. I'm tired of being pregnant. I want this baby out now.” He looks up at the servant with weary eyes, “Leave me alone for now.”

The royal attendant bows and leaves.

He watches as he leaves. He's the king, the most powerful man in the land, but right now he just feels like a vulnerable, pregnant man, waiting for a baby that won't come. He returns to his pacing, his mind racing with worry and impatience.

As the hours drag on with no sign of labor, Protheon finds himself growing increasingly agitated. He pauses by an ornate mirror, hardly recognizing the swollen, heavily pregnant man staring back at him. "Just when I thought I couldn't possibly get any bigger..." he mutters sarcastically to himself.

He suddenly doubles over, a sharp pain shooting through his lower back and abdomen. He gasps, grabbing onto the nearest chair for support. "Ow... ow ow ow..." He pants, waiting for the pain to subside. But as soon as it does, another one hits him, even stronger this time.

The royal attendant knocks on his door again, "Your Majesty.”

Still hunched over from the latest contraction, Protheon straightens up with a grunt, trying to regain some semblance of dignity. "Enter," he commands, his voice strained. As the servant steps into the room, he leans heavily against the desk, sweat beading his brow. "What is it?”

"The durbar is ready for a while. Everyone is waiting for His Majesty.”

The kingdom needs to go on.

"Very well," He replies tightly, already knowing he'll have to hide his discomfort. He straightens his spine, broadens his shoulders - the picture of a king. He mutters softly to himself, "Just have to get through this meeting without moaning or showing that I'm ready to give birth...”

His pregnant belly is huge and his dick is puffy. He shifts uncomfortably, trying to adjust his robe to hide the obvious signs of his condition. His swollen belly makes it difficult to move gracefully, and he knows that his puffy member is in discomfort. He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on maintaining his regal composure.

He waddles slightly as he walks, trying to maintain his royal bearing despite the weight of his pregnant belly. His subjects bow as he passes, whispering amongst themselves. He can hear snippets - "Look at his belly..." "He looks ready to burst...”

As they approach the durbar hall, a particularly strong contraction hits him. He stumbles slightly, a small gasp escaping his lips before he can stop it. He quickly recovers, hoping no one noticed. He takes his seat on the throne, trying to arrange himself comfortably despite his massive belly.

The durbar begins. He listens to the various petitions and reports, nodding and responding with regal authority. Despite the pain, he manages to keep his composure. However, as the durbar progresses, the contractions become more frequent and intense. He grips the armrests of his throne tightly, knuckles turning white.

Between answering questions and signing documents, he fights to keep his face neutral as another wave of pain hits him. He feels his belly tighten and harden, his insides shifting as the baby moves lower. "Just a little longer," he thinks to himself, sweat beading on his forehead.

He shifts in his seat again, trying desperately to adjust his position to ease the discomfort between his legs. His once proud manhood has swelling noticeably, becoming engorged and sensitive. He keeps his legs tightly crossed, praying that no one notices. The fabric of his royal robes tents dangerously.

Suddenly, he feels a strange, heavy pressure in his groin. He looks down in shock as he sees his royal robe tents more and more. His dick expanding rapidly, growing to accommodate the baby into it. He immediately puts his hands over to hide the tent.

His ministers and advisors continue their reports, completely unaware of their king's condition. His dick is now significantly larger, easily twice its original size. He keeps his legs together tightly, trying to hide it. He answers questions, signs papers, his body slowly preparing to give birth.

He tries to focus on the proceedings, but every few minutes, another contraction hits, causing his dick to throb and expand even more. The pain is intense, but he grits his teeth and bears it. He can feel the baby moving lower into his shaft, stretching him in ways he never imagined.

The royal attendant whispers to him, "Is His Majesty alright?”

He looks at him with pain-glazed eyes, trying to maintain his royal composure. "I am fine," he whispers back through clenched teeth, his voice strained. His dick jerks beneath his robes as another contraction hits, the baby moving lower still. "Continue,”

The durbar continues. He sits there, his face contorted with silent pain as his dick continues to expand, growing larger and heavier with each passing minute. He signs another document, his hand trembling slightly.

His chief minister bows deeply, "Your majesty, the durbar has ended. The hall clears.

His royal attendant bows, "Your Majesty, it's time for the secret court. How are you doing?”

He looks at him, his eyes dark with pain. He unconsciously spreads his legs slightly, trying to ease the pressure. "I am managing," he grunts softly, his voice deeper than usual. "Let’s go.”

He walks slowly, his legs spread wider than usual to accommodate his large dick. He tenses slightly with each step, trying not to moan as the baby drops a little more with every movement. He enters the secret courtroom, his robes hiding everything, his face serious and kingly.

The secret courtroom is a secret room deep inside the palace, where the loyal individuals who secretly report crimes, give insider information, and serve the king from the shadows gathers. It has a long table where everyone gathers around. There are no chairs, everyone stands around the table.

Protheon stands at the head of the table, his hands resting on the smooth surface as he listens to the first case. His mind is focused, but his body is betraying him. With each passing minute, his dick grows heavier and more sensitive. He shifts his weight slightly, trying to ease the discomfort.

His knuckles turn white as he grips the table edge, another intense contraction coursing through him. His breath catches in his throat as he feels the baby starts moving into his dick, stretching him beyond what he thought possible. Sweat beads across his forehead, despite maintaining his royal composure. He tries to focus on the noble speaking, but all he can feel is the baby descending further within his dick. His balls are heavy, aching with pressure. His grip on the table tightens even more, maintaining his composure only through sheer willpower.

His royal attendant whispers, "Your Majesty, is everything fine?"

He glances at him, his eyes widening briefly as another wave of intense sensation overwhelms him. He nods almost imperceptibly, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek. "Everything is under control," he whispers back, his voice strained. His thighs squeeze together involuntarily, trying to alleviate the building pressure.

He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tries to ignore the searing pain and pressure building in his lower abdomen. He can feel the baby's head dropping inside his distended dick, stretching him wider than he ever thought possible. His dick pulses and swells, making space for the baby's head. His body produces more lubrication, making the passage slicker. He grits his teeth to stop a moan as he realizes the baby's head is almost entirely inside his dick now. He spreads his legs wider subconsciously.

He forces his attention back to the court proceedings, his mind screaming with pain and discomfort. His hands tremble slightly as he keeps them firmly on the table, trying to hide the agony he's in. The baby's head is now fully inside his dick, and he can feel the shoulders starting to descend. He suddenly stiffens as a powerful contraction hits, his back arching involuntarily. His dick pulses violently, pushing the baby's shoulders down further. He bites his lip hard to suppress a groan. The nobles notice his sudden tension but attribute it to stress from ruling.

"Your Majesty?" the royal attendant whispers worriedly.

He glances at him, his face pale and sweaty. He's struggling to breathe through the intense pressure and pain. "Just... a moment," he manages to whisper, his voice strained. Another wave of intense pain washes over him as another powerful contraction hits. He grips the table with white knuckles, his body wracked with pain as he pushes through the contraction. He can feel the baby's shoulders slowly descending his dick, stretching him even further. Every movement is excruciating, but he forces a strained smile, nodding at court officials.

Despite his body screaming in agony, he fixes his gaze on the court, determined to maintain his composure. His dick throbs uncomfortably around the massive baby, the pressure almost unbearable. With each rapid contraction, his swollen, straining dick twitches horribly. He feels an urgent pressure building. Sweat beads on his forehead as he leans forward slightly, hands clenched under the table.

He swallows hard, trying to ignore the massive, throbbing pressure in his engorged dick. His belly is taut and round, stretching the fabric of his royal robes. He can feel the baby shifting inside him, pushing against his swollen dick. His dick hole is leaking wetness.

Breathing heavily, he shifts uncomfortably, his body trembling on the edge of desperation. The crushing fullness in his dick is unbearable now, his belly contracting visibly as another monster contraction hits. He knows he can't hold back much longer. With a choked gasp, he leans heavily against the table, his legs shaking violently. His dick pulses painfully, the baby's head pressing urgently against his stretched opening. He bites his lip hard to stifle a scream as another contraction hits, threatening to drop him to his knees.

The court continues without knowing anything.

Panting desperately, Protheon grips the edge of the table tightly. His soaked dick throbs wildly, his water surrounding the massive baby trapped inside. Each contraction sends shockwaves of agony through him, his hole twitching urgently around the baby's head.

"Mmph!" He chokes loudly as his water suddenly gushes out, shooting through his dick hole like a fountain. The baby drops lower, pressing brutally against his dick hole. His belly tightens painfully, his hole spasming wildly as more fluids trickle out.

With a deep, desperate moan, "Unngh!" He drops to his knees hard, his body wracking with intense contractions. His massive belly pushes down dangerously low, his dick hole twitching and gushing fluids. He spreads his legs wide, his body taking over as labor progresses rapidly.

"Your Majesty??” Everyone shocked.

"Ahh—" He gasps, unable to form coherent words as another contraction rips through him. His body convulses, and he leans forward, his hands gripping the floor for support. His dick throbs painfully, "Midwife! Get me a damned midwife NOW!" He screams desperately, his voice breaking as another massive contraction doubles him over. His water-soaked rob tented obscenely, fluids seeping through. He rocks on his knees, utterly helpless before the intense force of his labor.

The royal attendant rushes to his side and tries to make him stand.

"No! Don't move me!" He screams, his voice raw and desperate. "Just get the midwife here NOW!" He pushes away his hands, his body convulsing with another contraction. His dick throbs painfully, and he can feel the baby's head pressing urgently against his opening.

"Your Majesty, this is not the place. They can’t come here. You have to go to the birthing chamber" the royal attendant whispers as he yanks him up.

"Aaah!" Protheon cries out sharply as the sudden movement sends a blast of pain through him. He staggers weakly as the royal attendant pulls him up, his legs barely able to support his weight. His massive belly bounces heavily, the baby pressing dangerously low. "The... the chamber... hurry...”

The royal attendant helps him waddle towards the birthing chamber. His expanded dick filled with half of his huge baby, his belly still so gravid and heavy. Panting heavily, he allows the royal attendant to practically drag him towards the birthing chamber. Each jostle sends shockwaves of pain through his enormously gravid belly and throbbing dick. Half of his gigantic baby still fills his stretched cock, bobbing obscenely with each waddle-step.

"Ahh—ahh—" He grunts with each step, his body trembling from the effort and pain. His massive belly sways heavily, and his dick throbs intensely, leaking fluids with every movement. As they are out in the palace hall, seeing him, the servants rush to him, and hurry into the birthing chamber, their faces a mix of concern and shock.

As they reaches the birthing chamber, "Get me on the birthing stool!" Protheon gasps desperately as another contraction hits, nearly making him double over. His waterlogged dick is fully erect now, swollen and distended from the baby inside. Sweat drips down his face as he leans heavily against the servants supporting him.

The servants quickly position him on the high, curved birthing stool, his massive belly resting on the curved part for support. His expanded dick hangs heavily between his legs, pulsing with each contraction. He spreads his legs wide, the baby's head pressing urgently against his tight opening.

Midwives come rushing in.

He cries out, his voice hoarse and strained. He looks up at the midwives, his eyes wild with pain and desperation. "Get this baby out of me NOW!" His body convulses again, and he grips the edges of the birthing stool tightly, knuckles white.

The lead midwife rushes between his legs, her eyes widening at the sight of his immensely swollen member containing half the baby. The other midwives position themselves, ready to assist.

The midwife's brow furrows as she examines his dilated hole, realizing it's not nearly enough to accommodate the massive baby. "Your Majesty, your hole is not dilated enough for the baby's size.”

He cries out, another contraction hitting hard. He moans loudly, his dick throbbing painfully.

"We have to wait" the midwife says, “We need it to stretch further before you can push."

"Wait?!" He screams, his belly tightening as another wave of pain washes over him. "I can't wait!" He cries out, feeling the baby drop lower inside him, stretching his dick hole even more. "It's getting bigger! My dick is getting bigger!”

"Your Majesty, you have to hold, breath through the pain.” the midwife adds.

"Breathe?! Breathe through this agony?!'' He roars, his massive belly shaking with each word. "This baby is tearing my dick apart!'' He screams, gripping his belly tightly as another powerful wave hits him. "Aaah! Ugh! Grnn!”

The midwife places a hand on his heaving belly, feeling the baby's movements inside. "Your Majesty, try to relax. The more you tense up, the more it will hurt. I need you to breathe deeply”

He glares at the midwife, his face red with pain and anger. "Relax?!'' He snarls, baring his teeth. "How can I relax when there's a giant baby inside my dick?!'' He cries out, his belly tightening again. "Unngh!”

The midwives quickly prepare an oil to aid dilation while the lead midwife carefully examines him again. She begins to prepare fingers coated in oil. The midwife carefully inserts two oiled fingers into his tight dick hole, gently stretching the tender rim.

He snaps, his massive belly contracting painfully. "It feels like someone is squeezing my dick with a giant hand!'' He screams, gripping his belly tightly. "Ugh! Heeinngg!" Another wave hits him, even stronger than before. He cries out as the midwife adds another finger, stretching him wider. His huge belly tightens with each contraction, pushing against his unborn child.

After several agonizing minutes of stretching, the midwife finally pulls her fingers out. Protheon is in agony. His massive belly is rock hard, each wave of pain coming closer. "Mnh! Grnn!'' He groans, gripping the stool tightly. "I can't! It's not coming out!" He screams, his dick stretched painfully around the baby's massive shoulders. His belly is taut, the skin shiny with sweat. "It's too big! Aaah! Ughhnn!”

With a grim expression, midwife says, “...It's no use. Even fully dilated, the baby is simply too big to come out that hole." She looks up at Protheon, her voice tinged with urgency.

"So what am I supposed to do?!'' He cries out, another wave hitting him. "I can't push anymore!'' He screams, his massive belly shaking with effort. "It's not moving!'' He collapses forward, his forehead resting on the back of the stool. "I'm dying!

The midwives glace at each other worriedly.

"Aaaah!'' He screams, his body convulsing with the force of another contraction. "It's too much! It won't come out!" He looks down at his dick, seeing the baby's head straining against his stretched opening. "I can't do this anymore!" He screams, breaking into sobs. "Look at me! I'm dying! My dick is Torn apart! The baby won't come out!" Another contraction hits, and he lets out a blood-curdling scream. "NNNNNGGHG!”

He doubles over, clutching his belly as the contraction reaches its peak. When it finally subsides, he slumps back against the stool, panting heavily. "I can't do this anymore," he gasps, tears streaming down his face. "It's too much. I want it out. Give me anything!'' He begs, his massive belly heaving with each breath. "Just get this damn baby out of me!'' He screams, another wave hitting him. "AAGGGHHH!”

The midwife watches his body closely, seeing his manhood swell with each contraction. He lets out guttural moans and groans as his body tries desperately to push the baby out. "Unh! Unh! God... it's so tight! It won't come out!”

The midwife swallows hard, "…Then we can cut your opening wider to help the baby out. But it would leave a permanent scar...”

"Do it!" He screams, his voice hoarse from all the screaming. "I don't care! Just get this baby out of me!" Between moans and groans, Protheon’s body shakes with each contraction. His legs are spread wide, his manhood throbbing and red. He looks down at his dick, seeing the baby's head straining against his opening. "Tear it open! Cut it open! I don't care!”

He braces himself, gripping the edges of the stool tightly as the midwives prepare their tools. "Do it now!" He shouts urgently, his belly trembling violently with another contraction.

The midwife takes the sterile knife and positions herself between his thighs. She looks at his swollen, distended manhood and takes a deep breath before making the first cut. Suddenly, a sharp sting radiates from his dick hole as a midwife makes a quick incision.

"AAAAHHH!" He screams, his body convulsing as the pain shoots through him. "Do it! Do it faster!" He urges, his voice breaking with desperation. The midwives work quickly, widening the incision just enough for the baby's head to start pushing through. Blood mixes with his amniotic fluid as he bears down. "AAAAH! FUCK! IT HURTS!”

His body shakes violently as he pushes the head of the baby through the newly cut flesh. He gasps, feeling the baby's head slowly emerging from his torn dick hole. His dick hole is now tightly stretching around his baby's head. "Your Majesty, you have to push.”

He grunts deeply, bearing down with all his strength. "Ugggh! Unnggh!" He moans loudly, watching his dick hole stretch tightly around his baby's massive head. "It's not coming out!" He pants, his face red and sweaty. "Unhhh... Ungh, God! It's too big!" He screams, his dick hole burning with unbearable pressure as his baby's head emerges. For a moment, everything stops - the baby is caught right at the opening of his dick hole. "It's... stuck!”

"Your Majesty, push hard!" The midwife suggests urgently.

He grunts loudly, pushing down with all his might. "Ugggh! Unngh!" He screams, his torn dick hole stretching even wider to accommodate his baby's head. "It's... too tight..." He pants desperately. "It won't come out!" The midwives watch in concern.

"Push Your Majesty, push hard!!!”

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" He roars, his entire body shaking with the force of his pushes. His dick hole is stretched to its absolute limit, the baby's head barely moving through the tight opening. "It hurts! It fucking hurts!” The midwife quickly applies a generous amount of oil to his dick hole, hoping to ease the baby's passage.

"Ungh! Ungh!" He pushes harder, the oil helping to lubricate his dick hole. The baby's head starts to move more freely, slowly emerging from his stretched opening. "It's coming out! It's finally coming out!" He screams in a mix of pain and relief.

"Keep pushing, Your Majesty!" The midwife says.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" He pushes with everything he's got, his dick hole stretching wider than ever before. With a final, massive push, the baby's head finally pops out of his dick hole. Blood gushes out in a massive wave as the head suddenly pops out.

"The head is out, Your Majesty!" The midwife cups the baby’s head.

"Ungh! Ungh!" He starts to push again, his face contorting with pain and effort. "It's so heavy! It feels like a boulder is coming out of my dick!” The baby's body starts to emerge, slowly slipping out of his dick hole.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" He grunts with each push, his body trembling from the exertion. The baby's shoulders finally emerge, followed by the torso. "AAAAH! FUCK!” He screams hysterically, sweat dripping down his face. With a desperate, final push, the baby's legs emerge in a gush of fluids. His dick hole spasms violently around the infants legs as they pop out.

"AAAHHH! It's... It’s out! It's finally fucking out!" He collapses onto his back, exhausted and shaking. His once majestic royal attire lies strewn around his sweat-soaked body. The midwife quickly checks the baby, ensuring its breathing is normal.

"Well? Is the little monster... alive?" He pants heavily, refusing to look down at the afterbirth still slippery between his thighs. The midwife nods, holding up a squirming infant. "A prince! Congratulations, Your Majesty."

The midwife and servants quickly clean him up, washing away the blood, fluids, and afterbirth from his dick hole. Protheon hisses in pain as they touch his sensitive, stretched opening.

"How long... how long will it take for me to... heal?" He asks, his voice barely above a whisper. The midwife gives him a sympathetic look. "It will take some time, Your Majesty. At least a few weeks before, you can use your royal scepter again without discomfort.” A bitter laugh escapes Pantho's lips as he realizes the ridiculousness of his situation. He shifts uncomfortably, feeling every ache and twinge in his abused hole. "Bring me wine..”