#rapid birth

[transforgaytion]

Y'all want some clothing rapid preg? (fabric sim test)

[nightshadedumplings]

A massively pregnant man carrying ridiculously overdue and obese multiples, constantly on the verge of giving birth. He's panting and groaning on the couch, rubbing his bare, hairy belly because his shirt doesn't even begin to cover it and is instead stretched tightly over his engorged, leaking daddy tits.

"Gonna pop..." he's been moaning for months, feeling a head the size and weight of a bowling ball low in his hips, ready to fall right out from between his thick thighs. "Ohhhh, fuck, need to birth... t-too big... gonna burst...!"

His partner laughs as he passes by, rubbing the round, heavy daddy's belly, apparently just a bit too hard. His water breaks, flooding out of him and soaking the floor and couch, and he screams, contracting and pushing all in that one moment. That melon sized head barrels out of him, bulging his sweatpants which are already too tight for his pregnancy-fattened body. Yet, it pops right out, followed by the shoulders, until the thirty-five pound baby squelches out and into his pants.

[forcedbreeding]

pound into me from behind and pull me up by my hair to tell me how good i’m gonna look with a belly full of your babies while i cry and beg you not to cum inside 🩷🩷🩷

[shockspectrum]

I love a rapid, inconvenient birth no matter where it happens but the hospital lobby is just too good. Imagine someone holding the baby in for so long they're shaking and crying with the effort it takes to keep themselves from pushing.

Imagine them stumbling into the lobby with their legs squeezed together begging for a doctor, an epidural, a c-section, ANYTHING. All they want is privacy and relief but then everything starts happening when the nurses leave to find an open room.

They can't speak; the only sounds they make are grunts and moans and surprised shrieks as they pull their pants down in front of everybody. The nurses are running down the hall with a wheelchair begging them to stop pushing but before they can make it, they collapse to the ground PUSH.

The baby is huge but the force of the contraction is so strong the head pops free with a gush and they're bulging with the broad shoulders immediately after. They're stretched so wide they fly into a panic. They flip around from side to side on their back, clawing at the smooth floor and begging every stranger they see for help, but nobody moves or speaks. Not even to offer comfort. They stare in horror and annoyance at the person on the floor screaming out a bastard in front of them.

After taking in a few desperate gulps of air, the baby finally shoots out onto the tile with so much fluid a few patients grunt in disgust at the water pooling near their feet and stand from their chairs to wait on the other side of the lobby. It came so quickly that the nurses didn't even have time to catch it despite being a few feet away.

The failure of birth denial when the finish line is right there is so intoxicating to me because they literally couldn't wait two more seconds to receive proper help, and they have no control over any of it. The HOTTEST.

this is so hot. i usually focus on the doctors taking forever to get them help but the baby just coming right then and there the second they arrive is even better. they wanted an assisted hospital birth but their body had other plans <3

[mpregeruniversity]

God I want him pregnant so bad. I want him struggling to sit on my lap, pinning me down on my bed and rolling his heavy, full hips against my crotch until he’s comfortable, so big and cute and ready to pop on top of me. I ache hoping for his water to break. He’s got twins this time, and with the pair overdue by nearly a week he’s swollen with so much belly water to cushion them that there isn’t a centimeter to spare in his womb.. It strains his back, weighing his gravid belly low past his waistline, pushing pressure onto his plush pink pussy lips under his throbbing cock, rubbing against the underside of his belly. Even slow, methodical movements jostle the large pups in his taut belly, and as they kick and press and push the walls of his tight, overstretched womb he can’t hold back a whimper. His heavy lidded eyes screw shut and his jaw clenches from the pressure. Both hands fly to his quaking belly, breathing low past his lips, caressing his aching skin and grinding his hips against mine. I can feel his enormous weight shifting in all directions against my small body, helpless to do anything but watch him fade into a state of pregnant bliss, his eyes glazing over, biting his lip with little moans that I don’t think he knows are leaking out of him. I watch his hands as they slide across his belly, so full, so active. A small bump pushes outward around his bellybutton, ripe and popped so prettily- I want so desperately for him to just inch a bit closer, no matter the risk of his bloated belly and fat swollen hips crushing my ribs, I need the swirled grooves of that bellybutton on my tongue, need to pop my lips closed around it and gently tug the hard little nub with my teeth. He follows my gaze, shifting slowly backwards with his hands on his hips to grant me my gift with a dark, satisfied grin on his face. He rocks side to side, bobbing that juicy belly inches from my nose. “ You wanted me like this so bad,” He moans, stretching his arm around the wide curve dancing in my face. “Every god damn day you wanted it. Dreamt of it. Jerked yourself to sleep every fucking night to the thought of me so heavy with your brood I couldn’t walk.” He thrusts his hips forward, crashing that perfect heavenly belly against my cheek, bumping my nose so hard it left a sting. He leans back, belly retreating so I could gaze at the life squirming in his womb. “And you got it. You happy now?” One kick high on the shelf of his belly leaves him breathless as one of the babies presses into his ribs, tight against his lungs. He gasps, then pants through a moan. “So full…hnng god, you fucked me good this time…fucked me…full… oh…” his words slur into a deep groan and the source of his discomfort is obvious to me, given the show is shoved straight in my face. The skin of his belly tightens as the mound heaves, nearly lifting off his lap as the babies suddenly kick into high gear, restlessly pressing joints and hands and feet from the inner walls of his belly. “Hoo, oh… ohhh…” he pants through the pain gripping his middle, visibly squeezing the babies lower into his already full hips. “So pregnant… you just had to get me so pregnant…fuck… hoo…” He shifts on top of me with little grunts, hands cupping the underside of his squirming belly as he tries desperately to lift the active brood for even the tiniest comfort. “Your babies… so full- I’m so full of your babies… hope you’re hap- OUH!” His hips buck, and it’s like dessert before a full meal, a cherry on top as his cherry bursts, an audible “pop!” from deep in his puffy birth canal as his sweet, wet, hot water breaks. The weight of the babies shifts so low in his hips I can feel them slam against my lap and he’s locked in place, too heavy to move, an orgasmic sob crying out when the belly water gushes all over my chest, soaking my shirt with slick so it clings to my chest. When I look back up at him, sitting upright with his belly heaving in his hands, I see a dark head already bulging forward between his pussy lips.

[tfpregjourney]

Blog 21 - My Third Birth Story

I should have known Mel would do this to me to make her birth plans work... As I said in the last blog, It was my last finals test that day and I was woken up by a contraction hitting hard and I’ve broken my waters. “Dammit Mel, I knew you’re up to something.” I muttered quietly, after asking, begging her not to have me go into labor before finals were done. She’s still sleeping soundly as her final tests were already done yesterday. She did say that she was planning to pick me up later at the university after I finished my finals, so that was the obvious hint. 

I took a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen myself up, wore my tight, yet comfy leggings and shirt that covered my top half of the belly before leaving the apartment and taking the bus. Obviously people were staring at me and my huge belly, especially when I was in labor pain, constantly rubbing my belly and making laboring noises. The strangers and bus driver were even more surprised when I dropped off the bus right at the university’s entrance. 

I came in 30 minutes earlier to go through my notes one last time before the other students came in. The labor was annoyingly painful, distracting my last minute study as I had to take pauses when the contraction hits. 

Soon enough, the professor came in and began distributing the test papers and I started working right away, hoping the tests will be easy enough that I can finish it early… but only a page into my 4 page tests, I started feeling the urge to push. I paused and endured the urge to push, cursing Mel under my breath for making this difficult for myself and for her own enjoyment (though admittedly, when I was only reading these types of scenarios on other fanfics and birth stories, it was hot.) I pushed through the finals test, pausing every time the contraction hits, panting and holding off pushing, but with each contraction, the baby’s slowly coming down and through the canal.

This went on for the whole 2 hours. By the time I was finally done, . I was spreading my legs wide and the baby was firmly crowning into my leggings. I stood up and awkwardly waddled to the professor to submit the test before coming out of the class… only to see Mel hanging outside the class, waiting for me. “How was it?” She asked, “Couldn’t focus when the baby’s coming, dammit.” I responded. She laughed as she went to me and examined the bulge coming out of me, moaning as this was what she had planned. “Oh yeah there’s the head. Sorry about that, but…come on… giving birth during finals, it’s really hot, y’know.” She said cheekily., “I know it’s hot! Just… ngh… had to stop writing to endure the contractions and the pushing urges. I could've finished an hour earlier if I wasn't giving birth. Urgh... Let’s get out of here so I can deliver back home.” I said to Mel. She agreed and helped me walk through the empty halls to the parking lot. Whenever the contraction hits, I pushed and felt the head slowly coming out of me, pressing against my leggings. At the building’s entrance, the head was already fully crowning as another contraction hits and I pushed hard, feeling the head suddenly surged out and making a huge bulge on my leggings. “Ohhh… the head’s out…” I groaned, reaching down and feeling the head sticking out of me. “That’s great, Jess… just a bit more and we’ll have the first in the car.” She said to me. The contraction disappeared and we continued waddling, the head brushing against my inner thighs with every step until I reached the car and climbed to the backseat. I was side-lying as Mel entered the car too, kneeling in front of me and examining the head that’s bulging out of me. She probed the bulge, indulging in the moment. “God it is so hot, especially helping you walk and seeing the head poking out like a sore thumb.” She said joyfully to me. I felt the contractions hitting and pushed again, feeling the shoulders turning but the baby remained stuck after I pushed. “Come on… one more…” I moaned before pushing again. After a short struggle, the baby finally slipped out and popped out, right into my leggings. Mel pulled the baby out and into my lap. “It’s a boy!” She said, announcing it to me. I patted and nursed the baby in my arms while Mel watched. “Alright… I think we can go, have you deliver the second baby back at home.” She said to me,

She went to the driver seat and started driving, but not long after, I was moaning and pushing again, the second baby’s already coming down. “Mel… It’s coming…” I groaned and pushed, looking at Melody while she’s driving. “I know… just hang on. We’re almost there.” She said calmly, since this was not our first rodeo. I grunted and pushed, feeling the head starting to crown and bulging my pants once again. I cupped the crowning baby head while Mel continued to drive towards our apartment and into the basement parking lot. She parked the car and came to the backseat and helped getting me out of the car by holding the newborn baby in her arms and pulling me out. I held on the car door as I put my feet on the ground and pushed."Ngh... it's right there..." I moaned, the head fully crowning when the contraction ended. “The head’s almost out.” I said to Mel. “Just breathe… there we go…” She responded. She helped me take steps towards the elevator door. I pushed again when we reached the entrance of the elevator and felt the head popped out, before Mel helped me go inside the empty elevator. I labored in the lift, holding my urges with each passing seconds until we reached our floor. We got out and slowly waddled into our apartment. “Oh Mel, the baby’s almost out!” I said, as I entered the apartment and immediately fell into on all fours position, and I could feel the baby almost slipping out of me. Mel saw me pushing and saw the baby come out into my pant leg. She helped me undo the leggings and pulled the second baby out and into my arms. I sat right there on the floor, relieved that I’ve finished another birth. 

I undressed my top and began nursing the twins with Mel. “I did it…” I said to Mel, relieved and enjoying this small tender moment with her… before scolding her for making me give birth like this. It’s not that it hurts a lot or anything… but more like annoyed that Mel made me go into labor at the worst times because that’s what she wanted.. 

Still… giving birth like that… it’s… addicting, despite how painful and awkward it was…And I’d do it again in a heartbeat when I know that I’ll inevitably get pregnant again. I know it because Mel’s showing no signs of slowing down. For now, and for the rest of summer break. It’s resting and recuperating while take care of… 4 kids now. I’m definitely going to to hire a babysitter at this point, and Mel's been thinking of moving to an actual house once I graduated. Only 1 more year to go until I graduate, then it's open doors for me for work, or maybe… something else… not sure yet.

[uniquementalitypeach]

“It’s happening,” I pant. He looks up and gives me a devilish smile. But there’s something else there too, a charge, an assurance that if I displease him, things will go very badly for me. “Right you are, my beauty. He’s ready now.” He smiles again and nuzzles the large dome of my belly, a belly that was smooth and flat several hours ago. “Open wide. You’ve grown me quite a strapping son,” he punctuates his words by forcing my thighs even further apart, roughly, but not nearly as rough as what’s about to happen down there. And sadly I can’t say it feels like he’s wrong; I fear I’m going to have to open my legs so insanely wide that my hips will buckle. Assuming I even get there. “Now. Push.” I want to refuse, but my laboring body has no choice, and even as my mind screams to stop, to not give him what he wants, my body gives over to nature, and I bear down. I couldn’t stop if there were a gun to my head. “Good girl,” he purrs and presses a light kiss to my inner thigh. He watches my vagina through every push, though it’s clear that it will be quite a while before anything will be visible. I don’t know if he’s trying to be extra cruel or kind when he flicks his tongue against the most sensitive part of my body. I hate to admit that whenever he does, I’m feeling exactly what I’d imagined last night when we met for the first time. If only I could go back sixteen hours and tell that girl to run. Literally no way I could do so now, my belly heavy and stretched with his impressively-sized, fast-gestating spawn. What has happened to me? What *is* happening to me? I’d imagined us lying in bed, my breath hard to catch, my legs spread wide, my moans overpowering me…and technically all that is happening. Except that I’m breathless from pushing, my legs are instinctively moving further apart to accommodate this unnatural child’s head, and my moans are born of intense pain. “That’s it, darling, pushhhhh,” he commands, voice silky, eyes smoldering. The urge does overtake me again, but for what feels like the umpteenth time, nothing budges and I fall back against the luxurious mattress which right now offers no comfort, only confinement. “I can’t,” I whimper. “I can’t—ooooooooo—do this.” Even as I speak, I feel my body continue its instinctive struggle. Did-did something just move? His lip curls. “Of course you can. It’s why I chose you. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been watching you? How long I’ve been assessing you and your glorious body? You were made to birth my babies. And I’ll be here every step of the way.” As he speaks his hand creeps up to the top of my belly and presses downwards just in time for a monster contraction. I cry out and follow my body’s command, the pressure growing lower and lower in my body, the child’s head must be right up against my exit right now. And even as I struggle, I find my thoughts racing, *babies? He means to do this more than once?? I’ll never survive, oh please god no.*

“Ohhh ooooo NMGHHHHHHH!” I grunt and groan, but he just applies more pressure to my belly. Fuck, it really is happening now. I feel it ram against my opening and his face lights up in a wreath of light as he stares between my legs. “There! I saw him! I saw our son’s head, my beautiful love,” he half sobs, planting kisses against my forehead, my bump, my widening vagina where his offspring’s head had made its brief appearance before sliding back in my body. He acts as if we’re a happy couple in a normal delivery room, preparing to meet their first child after nine months of growth and birth prep, a nursery waiting at home. One arm supports my shoulders while his other hand gently probes the folds of my pussy. “You’re doing so well. I knew it, I knew you were the one,” he murmurs, but I’m too focused on the ceaseless contractions, the increasing pressure. As my breath comes in soft pants of *hah hah hah*, I feel something shift and pop. I open my eyes. Shit. I’d been too distracted to even realize we had not yet hit such a crucial part of my delivery. He gives me that charming smile again and lifts his hand out of my vagina, holding it up so I can see the glistening fluid coating his hand, dripping down his muscular arm. “Your waters,” he murmurs. “Now the birth can really begin.” I don’t respond in words, just a cry as the urge to push overtakes me again. “It’s time, my darling,” he announces needlessly. “My son is ready. Bring him forth.” My cry turns into a scream. We’re just getting started.

[perfectqueenfan]

You were just a normal girl, but then your belly grew into full term in minutes and now you’re giving birth and struggling to get your pants off.

Today was my day off and I had finally returned home from hanging out with my friends. As I set my stuff down, I decided to do some simple chores to at least make myself feel like i've been productive today. Whilst doing laundry, my stomach began to hurt a bit, my jeans feeling like they were pressing into me. I probably just ate too much earlier I thought to myself as I skimmed my hand across my belly.

A few minutes later, whilst doing dishes I felt like my pants had grown impossibly tighter. Setting a plate down I undid the button on my jeans in hopes of reliving some of the pressure. As I reached out to grab another bowl I felt a sudden tightness in my stomach and skin, looking down I watched as my stomach began to swell and round out in front of me. I gasped in shock and quickly dropped the bowl in favor of placing both hands on my stomach, trying to stop whatever was happening.

Next thing I knew I was standing there panting, looking extremely pregnant, probably overdue if I knew any better. "What the fuck? What is happening to me?!" I gasp out. Just as I took my first step away from the counter, I felt a sharp pain and what felt like a deep pop from within. I looked down to see that my water had broken as a stabbing pain shot through my whole body.

"No no no no, this can't be happeninggggg-" I groan out as a contraction hits, a heavy weight beginning to press into my pelvis and settle in my hips. I knew from my health classes that I was very much in labor and that whatever this was was coming now. As best as I could, I waddled into my living room, barely reaching the back of the couch before I felt the first urge to push. Scared, I listened to my body and bore down, feeling the head quickly shoot down to rest right behind my opening. I shuddered at the feeling, barely recovering before the urge returned. As I pushed I could feel the head begin to stretch me open, and that's when I realized that I was still wearing my jeans and underwear. Now I was trying to stall pushing this baby out of me while getting my tight jeans off my body.

When I bent down a bit to try and get the pants past my knees, I felt the head move forward again, crying out in pain as I stretched to accommodate the massive head. I quickly moved my hand to my underwear, feeling the head nearly crowing. I moaned at the pressure as I managed get my pants off before I bore down, the head crowing and popping out into my underwear with a gush of amniotic fluid. I whimpered out as I felt the head in my hand, and the burning pressure from the shoulders. With one final push I managed to get the rest of the baby out of me with a scream.

Staring down at the baby in my hands, I looked at it and myself in horror as it cried and I felt another cramp of pressure press against my birth canal.