I am back he he. I just wanted to write something intense, with lots of effort. Not a lot of plot or details on the time period, but it's not important. The characters in this aren't part of any specific story. Baby is 11 and a half pounds. Whew.
Small warning, though I don't know how badly it needs one: Tiny bit of scat, though no actual.. shit occurs.
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It's tipping over to the third hour of Aldo trying to push this baby out, and he is sparing no strength at all. They all knew the baby would be big, and Henry knows the strength of his love. Three hours of pushing as hard as he possibly can means he’s made a lot of progress. But the head has been crowning and bobbing out for an hour, and the town’s midwife is growing concerned. Aldo obviously knows this. He can feel it. Henry watches, rapt, as Aldo's tight back muscles flex as he grips the headboard and the hanging scarf and gives huuuge shove after shove, grunting deep and strong now.
"If the head is stuck, I have to intervene," the midwife says delicately. "Henry."
"I know," he says, without looking away from Aldo’s small and skinny frame. He leans close to his head, whispering to him and rubbing his lower back. "You can do this, my love, I'm right here with you. Big push now, use all of your strength for them. Push, love, good, just like that. Don't worry about anything else. You just push push push."
Aldo grunts like concrete shifting, and that's really what it's like trying to move the head just a tiny bit more. Aldo holds his breath and strains, flexing his bottom tight and down, popping his narrow hips. He shakes so, so hard as he pushes, his bottom muscles flexing and jutting out beneath shining sweaty skin as he trembles, opening up. With his hand on the baby’s head, Henry can feel it coming down, down, slowly and with SO much effort.
Aldo holds down so hard and long until he's shaking hard enough to wobble the bed. Then his air explodes from his lips and Henry feels the baby's head jump back in. It's really Aldo's tissue that has it in a vice grip. With each push, his tissue drops down, still keeping tight around the baby's head, then when he lets his power go, his tissue bounces back. Winding his wrist around the hanging scarf again, Aldo sucks in a loud gasp...
And Henry watches how incredibly strong and beautiful his love is. He watches Aldo's back and how his bottom muscles flex and jut down, shining in the lamplight, pools of sweat gathering in the long strong dip of his spine. He flushes red all the way from the back of his neck, exposed by his parted drenched black hair, down to his waist. Henry keeps his hand very gently below their child's head, and he feels Aldo's strength working. It's trembling down, so so tight, fighting against Aldo's body.
"That's it Aldo, c'mon," he whispers. "You have the strength for this, you're SO close."
His love's head begins to tremble so hard, face buried into the pillow, chin tucked, and he bursts that one out too. Then Aldo raises his head and really gives it, sparing nothing else in his body, his soul, as he turns himself inside out pushing with the strength of gods, straining hard and masculine.
"UAAMM-mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......"
Sweat pours off of his slim naked body in rivers as he gives, gives, gives... The midwife begins to speak. "Henry--"
Henry silences her, keeping his hands where they are, supporting the love of his life as he fights the hardest battle of his life. "Let him work. He's close." Then he whispers to his love again. "Come on Aldo, come on come on, give us our baby, you've never been stronger."
Aldo's face is raised as his head begins to tremble, grimacing so hard it looks like he's grinning. His hair is wet and stringy with sweat, clinging to his face and hiding his eyes. It's stuck to his throat, which is jutting out and bulging and popping with tendons and veins like Henry has never seen before, and it's a frightening sight. Henry doesn't even know if Aldo can hear him in this state. All there is in the universe to Aldo is his baby's life and the urge to push. Henry looks back at their baby's head, and most of what he can see is Aldo's bottom tightening, trembling, creaking the bed...
"GUHH!" Aldo expels, and spit and sweat hit the pillow. The baby's head sucked back in, but it did come out more! Henry is about to tell him, but he's sure Aldo can feel everything. Panting and heaving after pushing so hard so many times, Aldo gets a hold of the undersides of his ass cheeks with a sweaty slap, and he drags in a loud gasp, sitting slightly more upright on his knees, before he LAUNCHES down, the most pained and constipated expression on his red face like he's shitting a solid brick.
His effort is immediately felt. With that direction, and how he spreads himself wide open, Henry looks down to see his anus puff way out and open, his tissue bulging out more than before and trembling so hard. Putting the tips of his fingers around the baby's crown, though it's so big he can't fully spread his fingers wide enough, Henry leans back over to see the side of Aldo's face, and he moves his right hand from Aldo's lower back to instead press his palm flat to Aldo's shaking, pounding red chest, to help keep him upright.
His love looks like he's pooping with every fibre of his being, his face puffed up and red with popped-out veins, unrecognizable. His eyes are crinkled shut until he fixes that, calming his face, but still showing gritted teeth through tight lips. Drool is dripping down his chin, tears cascading down his cheeks. Henry rubs his chest between his heavy bare breasts and, shaking like a leaf, Aldo's mouth opens and he begins to roar, long and deep and animal, and Henry feels the head sliding, sliding, then much faster! And with a small ripping sound, it POPS out and Aldo screams raggedly, his voice unrecognizable.
Henry looks back to see that the baby is out to their brow line, and what a big long head! Aldo's tissue still has it in a vice grip, even as Henry tries to pull it up and back. With a desperate gasp, Aldo pushes again, this time silently, with every ounce of effort in him. He buries his face in the pillow as he trembles so, so hard, all of his back muscles glistening and popping out, his hips flexing as he widens his legs even more, pushing his crotch down closer to the bed, and his silence crackles into a deep and masculine roar.
"Oh that's it Aldo, roar them out." Watching the head sliding out more past Aldo's tight tissue, Henry laughs, impressed. "Good job, sweetheart, good pushing. Little by little it's coming out."
In response to the praise, Aldo raises his head from the pillow and gasps in again. Grabbing the bed frame with his left hand and Henry's thigh with his right, digging his nails in, Aldo bears down with every muscle in his body, strong and sweaty as he roars like he never has before, mouth wide open and face raised to the wall, eyes open.
Henry watches and keeps his palm open as past Aldo's ripped and red tissue comes the bump of a nose, oozing fluid, then a pouty pair of lips, and then a tiny little chin. There's a spray of water as his roar dies down, and the baby's head dips down down down, trembling with him, and then he can't push anymore and the head jumps back up, chin against his perineum.
Their baby's head is huge! It's so long and coned, the tip of it almost touches the sheet.
Aldo holds down very hard and strong, the baby's head trembling with his effort. Then, his energy waning, he releases with a quick sound, "GIH!" and the baby's head settles back, big chubby cheeks squished against his body. Their baby's complexion is purple, their lips becoming blue.
Henry encourages him. "Push again Aldo, you did it. The head is out."
Aldo is breathing raggedly, gripping Henry's thigh and feeling between his legs for the huge head.
"Aldo, you have to keep pushing," the midwife says. "Your baby needs air, give it the hardest push of your life. Right now."
With a fearful sound, Aldo raises up with a huuuge gasp, raising his left leg in a lunge at the same time.
Then he tucks, left hand on his raised knee, right hand in Henry's, shaking and flexing in the air, as he tilts his bottom down and grunts with everything in his power.
"BWUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....."
Henry goes quickly between seeing the love of his life's red, screaming, agonized face to their baby's head trembling as Aldo pushes their neck out and out. Aldo holds down for so long and so dizzyingly hard, but there's no sign that it's coming out. Henry prays quietly, begging their baby to work with their papa, begging for Aldo's agony to end.
He can hear the midwife supporting him, keeping her distance as Aldo wished, but still doing her job. "So strong Aldo, you're working so hard. Big push now, BIG, you're almost done."
Aldo's roar goes guttural and he raises his face, new tears falling to the sheet. He chokes a little and his breath crackles, and he throws up water on his pillow. Then, with a quick and strangely alert glance at Henry, Aldo plants his knuckles on the mattress like a gorilla and, keeping his back level and his bottom out, he raises his other leg too so he's crouched and wide, wide open, and Henry gets fully behind him for the great big push.
Aldo's bottom is stretched impossibly far out, still bulging. His pelvis looks like it must be snapping in half. Henry sees all of his individual back muscles flexing and trembling, and he sees how big the baby's head is compared to Aldo's body. The head is so big and so elongated, covered in thick, wet black hair. No room to go. Henry gets two soft hands under Aldo's bottom to help him raise up just a bit, and then he watches Aldo flex and open dramatically as he bears down with every last shred of his being, grunting and roaring like an animal trying to birth this huge baby.
Henry has them both. With gentle and loving fatherly hands, he guides his baby's big head up until he feels a shoulder release and Aldo screams, and then he pulls down, still gently, letting Aldo and the baby do the hard work of birthing. Aldo's skin, though drenched and dripping with sweat, breaks out in goosebumps as his back ripples and his head trembles and he PUSHES even harder, harder than humanly possible, and their baby's neck stretches so much until FINALLY, there comes a shoulder, and it POPS out!
But Aldo has to keep pushing. Henry can't pull the baby out. His tissue is still so tight, keeping the baby locked in, whose little blue mouth opens in a circle as it gasps. Henry feels their little ribcage try to expand in his hands. His baby.. their baby is so fleshy and warm, so so slippery and HUGE.
He encourages his strong love. "One more push Aldo, ONE more as hard as you can!"
He watches in amazement and love as Aldo drops both knees down and grabs the headboard with both hands, arms above his sweaty back, muscles pinching together, as he sends his bottom right back into Henry's hands, GRUNTS like a wild animal, pushing harder than Henry ever thought possible. And the baby's belly slips past Aldo's stretched-thin and torn tissue, then their hips, and the rest flies out in a huge splash of warm water and meconium, and Henry cradles every slippery inch of their heavy, solid baby in his hands, as much as he can. For a few seconds, it feels as if this will just keep going and the baby will never stop sliding out, it's so long and big. But the legs slide out and immediately drop to the mattress, and the bed shakes with the weight of their child. Aldo's birthing scream is raw, ragged, torn from his throat like his soul is being ripped out. Then, in an instant, it's over.
Aldo collapses to the bed, to the side of his wet pillow, and his eyes are wide and glassy as he looks down his still big belly to see his baby. Only managing to hold in his tears because of pure shock, Henry gives their heavy baby, attached by a short cord, to Aldo, and together they rub the baby on his chest and belly. They're so big, it's no wonder Aldo's belly was so distended! They take up his entire torso, chunky and long!
But they don't cry right away. Aldo rubs the baby, panting, moaning, in shock, and he sees before Henry what the sex is. His eyes never leave the baby as he says with a raw voice, "Get her crying– Henry–"
Henry is stunned silent, looking at the love of his life and their big, blue baby. His body works for him and he lifts up their big girl–their girl! A girl! And he instantly tips her head back and blows air into her tiny mouth. He pays no attention to the midwife, who is still giving them space. He forgot she was there. All there is in the world is his baby and her first breath.
And just like that, it happens. It's a strained crackle for a long time as he and Aldo wait, holding their breath, and then...
Back on my full time puppy breeder bullshit guys ~
A pretty puppy boy that I get from a shelter who’s just too high energy for his last owner. Always barking and following me around and most of all always so horny.
Whining and grinding on the furniture, begging at my feet to suck my cock tail thumping on the floor. I think he’s insatiable now then his heat starts and oh god.
He’s in my lap, panting grinding his wet cunt on me kissing and licking my face begging so so sweet
Please just put a litter in me
And of course I do, I mean how can I say no to such a good boy?
I fill him up over and over until his heat breaks and I know he’s pregnant. It’s not long before his belly is growing with a full litter of my puppies and he takes to it perfectly. Laying out rubbing his belly all the time.
he’s still horny but now he has go ask me for help since his belly is so big he can’t reach anymore. His poor tits get so sensitive and swell with milk and I just want to keep him miserable waddling around naked and huge for me all the time.
And when it’s time to birth them?
Come out one morning to find him laboring on his dog bed, laid on his side panting holding his leg wide so I can see the huge puppy starting to crown his hole. Whining high, his body shaking with strain with each push and this is just the first one of the litter.
Moment these pups are born we will try for another litter.
Please make it male/male, he can give birth through a pussy (trans or not) or anal, what you prefer
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Breeding cage
Extremely long
Agonizing
Owner/Breeder
Breeding cage, maybe the Breeder lets them give birth to the last in a bed
First baby standing, second squatting, third laying
Head first
Brutal, last one impossible
Birth denial
Third person
Thank you for the prompt! (Hopefully i did it justice!)
Caged Birth
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Carrier 2C had been in this cage for a while now, he wasn’t sure just how long but by the pain in his expanded abdomen he knew it was at least 10 months. He was impregnated the first night he arrived, he was sure of it. His breeder forced him onto his hands and knees and filled him with his cum, quickly turning him into one of his many carriers.
About a month into his pregnancy, his breeder introduced him to his breeding doctor. This doctor confirmed there were 3 babies inside of him. He somehow knew there was more than one.
Now knowing there was more than one he quickly became his breeder’s favorite. Even with three babies growing inside him, the use of his holes never ended. If anything, it only became more frequent the bigger his stomach got. It started to become normal for his breeder to start moaning how excited he was to see his best carrier birth 3 babies while he came.
When he finally went into labor his breeder made the best of it. His breeder waited until his carrier was 9cm dilated, then dragged him from his usual spacious cage to a small one, reserved for birthing and in the center of a larger room. This new cage had handcuffs hanging from the ceiling. His cage wasn't the only one in the room. There were many others lining the walls. The carriers inside were also in the middle of labor. They would cry and scream as they were forced to birth his breeder’s babies in the cages next to his.
“One thing to make sure the baby stays inside until I'm ready for you to push,” His breeder says, pulling a chastity belt around Carrier 2C.
His breeder clicked the lock closed, making sure the belt was tight. Then he moves on the handcuffs. His owner locked his wrists inside the cuffs pulling the chain up until he could lower his arms a bit but he was unable to squat or sit.
“There’s a few others that I need to see give birth before I can come back to watch you,” His breeder says between his contractions. His breeder turns and leaves without waiting for a response, locking the cage behind him.
Now he was forced to practically hang there and labor. Each contraction causes him to moan and scream. His labor lasted what felt like days, later he would learn it was only about 4 hours. During that time he writhed as contraction after contraction ripped though him. Half way through he was screaming for help. An hour later those cries turned to begs as he pleaded for someone to let him push his baby out. Once his water broke and his contraction got even more intense those screams and please turned to mumble garble.
Now with one of the waters broken his labor had gotten even more painful. His massive belly hung lower between his legs as he tried to keep his balance. Just as he was able to take a breath, a new rush of pain would start to grow. He’d cry out, the next contraction taking over. He pulled at the cuffs until his wrists were red, as his belly contorted again and again.
The metal of the chastity belt rubbed against his hole as a constant reminder of how he was stuck like this until his owner would come back and grant him the ability to push his babies out. It wasn’t much of a problem until he started to feel the head of the first of his babies start to move down his birth canal. Then he realized how bad this was going to be.
He tries his best not to push, no matter what his body is trying to tell him. Sooner then later he ends up failing. He starts to push the first of his baby’s out of him. The head painfully pushed through his cervix to fill his birth canal. He was harshly reminded of the chastity belt around his waist when the baby’s head is starting to crown.
What seems to be some luck for him, his breeder reappears right as he feels the head get held in by the chastity belt. That idea of luck is quickly dissolved when his owner doesn’t even come inside the cage. He just stands outside it and watches his carrier attempt to push the first of his babies out, screaming and pushing hard. Again and again, the baby pressed into the belt before sliding back inside.
Eventually he turns his attention to his breeder to beg, “Please, undo the belt. It needs to come out.”
“It’s almost time. Just a bit longer,” His breeder responds.
His breeder watches him suffer through 5 more contractions before he decides to step into the cage. He slowly crosses the cage and stands in front of his overdue carrier, who’s gasping and constantly begging for him to remove the belt. His breeder grabs the lock to the chastity belt and holds it for a moment. He waits until another contraction starts before he slowly unlocks it and removes it from the belt.
“I want you pushing as soon as i take this belt off,” His breeder says.
“Yes, I’ll push!” The carrier yells as best he can, his voice coming out hoarse. “Please take it off!”
The belt begins to slide off his hips and falls to the floor with a hard clank. With the belt no longer holding the baby in, the carrier begins to push. The head started to move further out, stretching his hole until the ring was bright red.
“It burns!” He cried out when the baby's head was at a full crown. “I’m going to split in half.”
“Just one more push,” His breeder encouraged, reaching up and running a hand over the tear drop shape the carrier’s hole had become.
With one more push the head popped free with a gush of fluid. The carrier screamed in pain in response. Now the head hung loosely between his legs while he waited for the next contraction to hopefully push the rest of the baby out. His wish didn’t come true as the baby’s shoulders got stuck halfway out. He was forced to stand there stretched out once again waiting to push. Finally after what felt like forever, he was pushing again. The baby slipped free and fell perfectly into his breeder's arms.
“A perfect baby boy,” His breeder says, holding the baby up.
The doctor, almost on queue, came in. He cuts the cord and takes the first baby away. The breeder while this is happening starts to lower the handcuffs. The carrier sank down onto his knees, exhausted.
“How long until the next one,” He asks his breeder.
“That’s up to your next baby,” His breeder answers.
Turns out the wait wasn't long. He starts to feel the same tightness in his belly as before. That tightness quickly becomes unbearable contractions. He is pulling at the cuffs in pain trying his best to breathe through contractions. He keeps begging his breeder to help him but he doesn’t move from the side of the cage.
“I’m pushing!” Carrier 2C cries out and begins to push at the same time.
“Looks like your next one will be real soon,” His breeder says, approaching.
The carrier’s grunts and cries start to fill the room as he tries to push his baby out. With much struggling and no help from his breeder, he manages to get into a squat from on his knees. The position was harder to balance in but it felt easier this way. He pushes again, this time the head moves faster.
This baby was bigger than the last one, he could feel it. The head started to peak out of his already ruined hole when his breeder’s hands were on his opening again. He felt them rubbing the tight skin around the head in an attempt to help stretch him open even more. He screamed in response but the head seemed to move a bit faster out of him. After a few more pushes the head was at a full crown. His already abused hole ached each second it was stuck there. Finally with one big push and blood curdling scream, the baby's head popped free. The body came a moment later with another painful scream.
Again, the doctor appeared and took this baby like he did the last. Announcing it was a girl before he closed the cage door behind him.
His breeder stuck his fingers into the carrier’s abused hole. He looked over the carrier's deflated stomach. “Just one more to go.”
“I think it's coming already,” He says back. He grunts as the next contraction rips through his abdomen. He sways on his knees as he tries to push the baby out.
“Let's get you laying down,” His breeder says. He unlocks the cuffs around the carrier's wrists and lowers him onto the small bed in the corner of the cage.
“I-I can’t. Not laying down. It hurts!” He screams at the sudden pressure on his back. He writhes in pain while his body forces him to push.
“Just bring your feet up and push,” The breeder says from his spot looking at his carrier's abused hole.
He tries his best to move his legs but they were so weak they just fell open. He couldn't even hold them up long enough to make it through one contraction. He had no choice but to accept his position and try his best to push this baby out laying down.
Not only was this position more painful, but it soon became apparent that this baby was much larger than the other two. He started to scream even louder when the head barreled through his hips, “It’s going to break my pelvis. Help me. It’s not going to fit”
“You’ll be okay,” His breeder says in return. “Just keep pushing”
He didn't want to but his body did not stop pushing, no matter what. Each push felt like knives in his entire lower half. He laid there, in pain, unable to do anything but push the baby inside him out. When the head started to reach a full crown, he knew it wasn’t going to fit. After a few unfruitful pushes he turned to his breeder.
“You have to help me,” He pleaded. “It’s stuck. I can't push it out anymore.”
He had tears running down his face as he begged. His breeder nodded and in response pushed on his stomach. The carrier screamed out in pain.
“Stop screaming and start pushing,” His breeder ordered coldly.
“I-I can’t” He mumbled out, barely holding on.
His breeder didn't care, he pushed on his stomach, once again screaming at him to push. The carrier tried his best to push. The pain was excruciating, he couldn't stop screaming, tears were now flowing down his face.
“Stop your crying and push,” His breeder yelled at him.
He nodded and once again mustered up as much strength as he could and pushed. He let out a shriek as the head burst out of him, tearing him open as it did so. He collapsed back against the bed. He felt another contraction and weakly pushed the rest of the baby out of his gaping destroyed hole. He started to fade in and out, as he was told it was another boy. The doctor was suddenly there again, taking care of the last baby. Then started on him before he finally lost consciousness.
Carrier 2C woke up a few hours later back in his original cage. His whole body ached and he knew he couldn't stand even if he tried.
“You’re finally awake,” His breeder said from outside the cage. “You did good. I’ll let you rest for a few days before we start trying for your second pregnancy. Hopefully you’ll be just as fertile as your first.”
Uncensored On Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/sweetshrimpyboi.bsky.social/post/3mdrdr6itxk2s
Story Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1e815EeCz8QjFDAEAFj0raSRUAU5sD0jJvYv-7769yjM/edit?tab=t.0
Just an art and writing I did of Icarus giving birth at an inconvenient time and place he just wanted to be with his boyfriend but one of his babies had other plans! ((Also still not over the fact Icarus has a boyfriend whom is a friends OC on here wasnt sure if they wanted me to tag them but Hemlocke belongs to a friend X3 !!))
I wake up in a sterile room filled with alien tech, chained to a queen sized mattress and naked as the day I was born. Looking down at myself I gasp, frozen in shock. My belly is massive. I easily look like I could be overdue with triplets at the least.
My heart rate spikes. I’m a trans man, I can’t be pregnant! Just before going to bed my womb was empty, this is insanity! But the way my tdick stiffens as I place a hand on my belly… no! I shake my head and try to dislodge the thought.
I can feel as the muscles of my body tighten, and I let out a long groan, clutching my newly swollen middle in agony. Was that a contraction?
I’m so lost in my own head I almost don’t notice the other human chained to the bed with me as well, just as swollen, shocked, and confused as I am.
“What the fuck is going on?” I whimper, “Where are we?”
I keep thinking about how hot it would be as a trans man for me to give birth publicly.
Planning extensively for a home birth but just spending as much time as possible out and about as my due date gets closer.
Not only would it be hot to have everyone staring at me, whispering, "is that guy.... Pregnant?" But also the constant walking around would help the baby settle lower in my pelvis and would help induce labor.
I'd obviously feel and notice when the contractions start, but I'd just keep walking to the next place on my errands list, leaning against buildings when they get so intense that my legs buckle.
I'd walk into a store, ignoring the burning in my cunt as my cervix starts dilating. I'd try my best to act normal, waddling and stopping to catch my breath as people around me stop and stare. I'd pick up the few items I need, having to lean heavily on the self checkout.
Someone would ask me if I was okay on my way out but I'd lie that I'm just having Braxton Hicks and I'm fine, and I'd keep going to the next stop. I would slowly waddle down the sidewalk, stopping to moan as I feel my body trying to stretch and make room for the baby that's threatening to push its way out on Main Street.
I keep going, stopping by a park to sit and gather my bearings. An intense contraction hits me and I feel the baby's head starting to breech my cervix. I cry and try to not push, but my body betrays me, eliciting a scream and forcing my head back as I feel my cunt stretching open.
I quickly try to unbuckle my belt and unzip my jeans as another contraction rips through my body, forcing me to push again. My ass slides forward on the bench and I slide my jeans off, bracing my right foot against the bench and my left against the ground. I watch as bystanders stare and pull their phones out, some to call an ambulance, and some to record videos.
I breathe heavily and dig my nails into the bench, pushing hard as another contraction rips through me. I feel my cunt lips thin and stretch under my boxers as the baby's head gets closer to its destination. I put my hand down my boxers, rubbing my tdick to relieve the pressure as I prepare to push again.
Another strong contraction hits me and I bear down hard, feeling as my baby's head pops out, bulging in my blood soaked boxers. I try to cup my other hand around the baby as I jack off and push the shoulders out, and with a final push I'm able to pull the baby out and up through the waist of my boxers.
I look up at everyone watching as EMTs approach, embarrassed but satisfied. They tie and cut the cord and take my baby to be examined in the ambulance. I take my boxers off and let the EMTs examine my swollen and broken cunt out in the open as they deliver the placenta, strangers still staring at my gaping boycunt. I moan in pleasure as the EMT rubs my open cervix and explores my cunt, making him blush and smile.
I eventually get in the ambulance, proud of myself for my public display, and wondering how fast I can get pregnant and try it again.
Birthing Position: Hands and Knees, Asymmetrical Kneeling
Birthing Location: Bedroom
A litter with only one brood is disappointing, but the SIZE of this one was something else. It was such a struggle to push this one out, especially getting it to crown. I wish I had some support...
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Feel free to request laboring positions, locations, and/or size of the litter!
