#pushingrosie

[preggodaddy959]

“I think you should put two days worth of cum in me…just to make up for it, ya know?” I hummed, pussy slick and soaked as I spread my legs. “if you’re up for the challenge..that is..”

I kneel between your spread legs, rubbing my bulge through my shorts. "Lucky for you I have a few days of cum saved up for you," I murmur, brushing my thumb over your clit. "'m more than up for it if you are..."

[secretblogofdog]

you did SO WELL with the last one, I couldn't help but put some more potion into your coffee this morning. A human base with a painful birth with extra amniotic fluid <3

I'm not a coffee girl, but with how intense last night was, I need it to properly wake up this morning. It tastes smoother than I thought it would, though.

The bitter taste persists, though, and it kind of hurts in my stomach. Later, while I'm working from home, I notice some bloating. I would have thought it was just a leftover from last night, but then it starts getting bigger. Not again.

"What did you do?" I mutter to myself, stroking my stomach. My belly seems to be taut once again, but it's not an egg this time. When I felt a kick, I knew what I was in for. Hour by hour, I feel it grow larger.

And then it drops.

I feel my belly contract and I whimper, an ache shooting up my spine. Oh, god. The pressure hits my cervix and I keel over, bracing against the wall as I resist the urge to push. Not there yet, not there yet.

I begin to pant. My muscles tense hard and I whine again. "Fuck, --ah-- Too much, too much--" My cervix is taking forever to dilate, and the baby wants out. My water hasn't broken yet, but I hope it does, soon. I can feel the amniotic fluid sloshing around. My cervix barely reaches the right diameter before my belly demands it leave.

The baby slides down my unprepared canal and I scream, praying that I won't tear. I had no idea birth could hurt this much, and my muscles shake with every break I get. It's coming fast, too fast, now, and I feel my vulva bulge, pushing with everything I have. "Oh, god, oh, god, please, please," I whimper. My labia once again turn white with how far they're stretched, and I'm praying and begging to whatever will listen as the head works its way out of my lips. And then my water breaks, my belly deflating as amniotic fluid rushes around my cunt, spilling out on the floor.

With a scream that tears my throat, I push the head out and almost faint. My legs close a little round the baby as I sob with relief. It's almost out. It's almost out. But the shoulders are bigger, and I keen as the burning reaches its absolute peak before it tumbles out, and with it comes a second wave of fluid, soaking everything around me. "Oh, god...oh, god..."

Maybe I don't need another drink this time.

[quinkyace]

say if I wanted to be unbirthed...would you rebirth me back out later? Straining to push me out rebirth?

Hm. Well I'd keep you for awhile, maybe a week or two overdue to see how big I would get. It would make it more difficult to push but sometimes that's the qualms of having a big baby

[preggodaddy959]

you seem to like knocking me up 😘

I do, you’re so fertile and it feels amazing 😏😘

[secretblogofdog]

I snicker and sit down on the bed, watching you and reaching out a hand towards your small bump that seems to be steadily growing. "No painful one this time, I promise, I do like watching you squirm...but I love your moans more." I hum. "You'll be big, darling, but I know you'll be able to handle it."

I pant, feeling the growth rub against my cervix. The baby's growing from low in my womb, and every little movement by the growing fetus sends shivers up my spine. "Feels so good. It feels so good, Rosie," I pant, reaching down to my clit and rubbing feverishly. The baby won't be here for a while, but if it's not going to hurt, then why not get a few orgasms in before the party starts?

By the time my fourth orgasm passes over me, my belly has swollen up the sheets enough that I can no longer see over it. I'm still achingly horny, watching my stomach grow and hang heavy in my hips. "Jesus...jesus christ, that feels good." I'm almost immobile in bed, trapped under the growing weight of this kid. Nine? Ten? Twelve? Fifteen pounds? I can't even tell, but my g-spot is being squashed flat, and my body seems to have no shortage of dopamine. I squirm and whimper as the first contractions send waves of pleasure up my spine, cervix fluttering and beginning to open up. "So-sorry for the mess," I breathe, trying and failing to reach my clit again. I draw up my knees and lean up a bit on the bed, hoping to let gravity help a bit more. Secretly, I don't want to. I want this birth to take its time so I can experience every orgasmic second of it.

When my water breaks and soaks the sheets, I manage to toss the blankets off my belly and resist the urge to push. Please stay in there, baby. Please keep growing forever. But no, that's not what we're here for. That's not why you gave me that potion. So I have to obey my body's overwhelming urge to PUSH!

As the baby slides out of my cervix, my voice becomes an addled river of joy, pleasure, and self-evident observations. "Oh, the head, oh, it's stretching me out! Stretching my cuUUUUNT--" I push again, feeling my birth canal stretch wide to accommodate the massive head. "Not ready, baby, baby, please, pleaaaase--" My body pushes again and the head slides close enough that my labia stays open. I'm rocking hard into my stomach, hoping that the still-bulging mass is enough to keep me stimulated. "Getting--getting there, baby, stay, stay right there, you feel so goo-OOOD, oh GOD!" I cry out as the next push cements the head directly on my G-spot, trapping me in a steady stream of stimulation. I shudder violently on the bed, hands moving anywhere they can to increase the feeling--my breasts, my belly, anything, anywhere, I need more, more, MORE--

The next push puts my baby at a crown, and I come hard, whiting out as the baby slides out the rest of the way. With your help, it finds its way to my chest as I slowly return to consciousness, the infant feeding from me. "Hello, baby. I wish you could have stayed," I murmur, the bliss lasting for hours after.

[secretblogofdog]

I pull out of you with a satisfied grin, feeling you already swell up by the passing second. You'll have my baby breaking you any second now, and it'll be delicious to watch you as you birth right here in front of me. "I hope you're ready, darling, this is going to hurt."

(As a general warning, reminder that this is a long and painful birth. If discussions of distress during birth trigger you, maybe skip this one <3)

Labor starts one hour after these potions kick in, so I barely get any rest at all. I wake to a deeply uncomfortable aching in my stomach, and look down to see my belly an angry red with stretch marks. My chest, flattened out by surgery, has grown again slightly, tips leaky with milk. The baby is big and it's in just the right spot to stretch me the most. I groan slightly and look around for you, and not seeing you immediately, try to sit up.

And that's when the first contraction hits. I scream, the force of my body ramming my baby into my unprepared cervix sending shocks up my spine for minutes afterward. Gestation may have only taken an hour, but labor? I have no idea how long I'll be here. And judging by the pain, it's going to be some time.

I can feel the tension wrap around my abdomen with each contraction, my eyes wide. "No, no, nonononoNNNNNH--" I wail, praying that my body listens and stops pushing, I'm not ready. I try to stick my fingers inside to check and cringe, my cervix already sensitive.

Hours later, I'm still in the throes of the first stage. I'm cold with old sweat and my face is soaked in tears and snot. My throat is hoarse from crying, and I haven't yet been fully able to peel off the clothes I foolishly tried to put on twenty minutes in. Like I was going to make it to the hospital.

Finally, I begin to feel the baby drop into my canal. "S--ss-sstretching me, oh, god," I whimper, voice half gone. "Full, full, too much, too much--" my voice cracks and I choke back a sob, dedicating my energy to pushing. The contraction fades and I go nearly limp for a moment before pushing out of turn, trying so desperately for this to all be over. "Stop it, stop it, please, please just get out of me," I plead with my little one, white-knuckling the counter as I bear down again. With each completed contraction, I feel the baby slide backwards, and this marathon birthing only drags on.

I saw the sun set before I had that potion. It's now midday and I'm not even bulging yet. My legs have gone numb with the tension as I try fruitlessly to push more. I don't dare try to press on my stomach with my hands--I don't want to hurt the baby, even as its progress is tearing me apart--but I feel like I'm losing this battle.

Finally, blissfully, I feel my vulva start to stretch as the baby's head flattens my G-spot. I buck my hips in exhausted bliss, happy for the stimulation, if only for a moment. It took long enough to get this baby past my pelvis, and now I have to get it out of my cunt. I bend over, grip the towel I somehow managed to grab yesterday, and push for everything I have. My labia part as the head becomes visible for a moment, then it slips back in. I wail and try again. There it is. And it's gone. And there it is. And it's gone. There it iIIIIIIS--

I scream again as the weight of the baby hits my reddened vulva and stretches it out obscenely, two, three, four, five, seven inches out from its resting place. I shiver and reach down to feel it. "H-hi," I breathe, before pushing again. Nothing. My labia is almost white, the force and the stretch pushing all the blood out of it. "Stop, stop, please, just get out, just--just get--" I sob and push fruitlessly, the burning sensation becoming almost all I can feel.

At this point, I'm starting to get worried for the baby's safety. It's two hours past sunset again, and my water hasn't even broken by this point. I reach down to feel the sac, my vulva still engorged with the crown, and resolve myself. I'm either going to get this baby out now or it's going to be all over.

So I squat on shaky, unforgiving legs, grip the counter, and push. I tense my whole body, from shoulders to chest to belly and try to squeeze this child, your child, this huge, massive, painful, beautiful creature out, it's coming out, it's comi

(CW: upcoming mention of prolapse. The baby and I are fine, if you want to stop here :>)

You find me passed out on the floor, clammy, exhausted beyond belief, with my cunt turned inside out and twitching slightly, an angry, painful red, with your precious baby suckling at my meager chest without a care in the world.

Somewhere in my nearly-dreamless sleep, I think about doing it all again.

[secretblogofdog]

Don't mind me as I pour a mixture of an egg potion/horny potion/ and quick birth into your drink when you aren't looking ;)

Well, this wasn't how I was planning to spend my evening.

You watch as my hand absently goes to my stomach a couple times, wondering if my drink was stronger than I expected. When I feel heat pooling lower than my abdomen, I assume it's only the drink, but the swelling in my stomach is beginning to change my mind.

I move to stand up, like I need to excuse myself, but as my belly suddenly swells, pushing up my shirt, I gasp and sit back down. My fingers flit over my taut stomach to reveal one huge, hard lump pressing back against them.

I gasp and grunt, feeling my cunt start soaking through my pants. I quickly excuse myself, waddling to the restroom as fast as I can.

When you follow (you did give me that potion, after all), you find me squatting with my hands gripping the sink for dear life. My pants are only partly down, just enough for you to see my labia fluttering with exertion. I let out a long, deep groan when the egg hits my G-spot, but you can't quite see it just yet. My belly squeezes hard around the shape, almost too big to fit through my pelvis, but it does, forcing my legs apart and dropping against my vulva enough to bulge out obscenely. I whine, the pleasure almost enough to make me come, but not quite enough. It's overwhelming, clouding everything in my mind as I scream, pushing once, twice, three times, but still, it refuses to come out. I pant and sob, trying so hard not to come and pull it back in. It takes your hands, firmly pressed on my belly, to help push it out. My labia are pressed tight in a white O as the egg pops out in a rush of fluid. I pant, seeing the baby-sized egg I just laid in wonder.

Maybe I should have another drink.

(cock birth alt under the cut! I was feelin' it but I know it's not everyone's cup of tea)

I can feel my cock swelling in my pants, the bulge getting impossible to ignore from where you're sitting. I whine, trying to press it back down, but at my touch, it only hardens more, bigger than I'm used to. I get up and excuse myself, running to the unisex bathroom and forgetting to lock the door.

When you follow (it was your potion, after all), I'm straining to get my pants off while my cock, which has ballooned to almost three times its width, pulses and throbs with each little motion. My balls have swelled as well, but my stomach, which, while soft with estrogen, has now filled out to a full term pregnancy. I feel the egg move dangerously quick and I gasp, realizing that it's not coming out through my ass, it's coming out through my cock.

Enlarged as it is, it still begins to swell as the bulge moves from my belly slowly down to the base of my length. I moan and strain, the pressure my prostate is under almost enough to drive me insane. I grip the sink, bearing down as it inches slowly along me. I spread my legs to try and accommodate the stretch, but as pre dribbles out my tip like a faucet, all I can do is moan and shake, moan and shake. I feel the urge to press down and cry out, my urethra stretching at the tip with the size of its occupant.

It's a long, slow, arduous process, but as the bulge in my cumvein rolls down, I finally begin to crown, the blue surface of the egg dipping in and out of view with each contraction. With your hands on my belly, I push, one last time, and the egg spills out, followed by a river of cum. My hole gapes with the effort, and I fall back on the floor.

Maybe I should have another drink.

[preggodaddy959]

Oh babes if you’re gonna make me go into labor, get between my legs and catch ;)

I can think of no place I'd rather be ;)