I can’t help but think about pumping you full of my baby (or babies…twins do run in my family after all…). I’d hold my hand over your stomach as I thrust into you, looking you in the eye as I promise to knock you up.
you’d get big pretty quickly, the baby growing fast. It’d be just our luck for the baby to be long and chunky, giving you this immense weight to carry around for months.
as we get closer to your due date, that weight gets lower and heavier, the pressure gets more intense. Until one day you wake up to a pain and a pop, your sac breaking and spraying amniotic fluid all over our bed.
I’d hold you as push, pulling your legs back as you struggle to get our baby’s massive head back. I’d rub your belly and kiss your temple, praising you for how well you’re doing. Such a good boy, pushing so well to get our baby out of your belly. it wouldn’t be easy or fast, you’d be stuck pushing for hours, changing from position to position. Even when we start seeing the baby’s head, it slips back in a few times before you ever crown. Then, you’re just stuck there for awhile. Baby seems content to sit just crowning for *hours.*
poor boy…I can’t wait to do it to you again as soon as this baby is out.
It'd be amazing to have surprise twins, thinking it's one huge baby but it's actually two still pretty big ones. My hips would be so sore towards the end of the pregnancy with even maternity clothes stretched taut over my suspiciously large bump. 🤭
I'd want my water to break really dramatically with absolutely no way to hide that I'm in active labor with one of your huge babies already wedged tight against my weakened cervix.
I'd love to struggle and crown for a few hours, the baby seemingly completely refusing to budge while my boycunt is stretched to its limits by its huge head. I wouldn't even notice my belly still looking distended, full of the second, larger baby waiting to be born.
Imagine pushing your fingers into my pussy to check if the placenta is coming along alright but instead feeling the hard surface of the twin's massive skull stretching my birth canal open instead. I'd be so tired after the first birth the second one might take even longer to push out. 🥺
I got an ask with a dark request, but since the subject matter is particularly dark, I'll put it behind a cut.
TW: Birth denial, unproductive labor, neglectful partner, implied bad ending
My dude, this ask is dark and delicious and the furthest thing from squicking me out. FUCK is it good.
I love the thought of you being in fruitless labor for days, knowing that it won't end well, but still being determined to see it through 'naturally'. The contractions are wrecking you, near-constant and brutal as they try to push out a baby that just won't fit through the small opening of your pelvis.
But they're growing more bearable, or maybe your body is growing weaker. Does it really matter? You can keep shifting and stretching and bearing down with all your might, your belly thrashing from the baby's growing distress, and pretend that everything is fine. There's nothing to worry about. Even if it won't be long until you no longer have the strength left to push.
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Casual birth is *so* good omg. Two friends just hanging out and watching a movie. One of them's calmly watching and eating popcorn, the other's pushing out a baby's giant head. So good.
God yes, I can just imagine two friends planning a sleep over for months and months and months, not really caring that one of them got pregnant in that time. They do everything together, what’s a pregnancy gonna change? Ughhhh I need to write this. Full fledged fic incoming you’ve inspired me.
Birth behind the cut, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
After countless delays and dozens of reschedules, it was finally happening. The long-awaited eve of the sleepover finally arrived, and Abigail was a ball of energy. After her friend had fallen pregnant, the sleepover seemed further and further off. Every weekend they’d planned got interrupted by a doctor’s appointment, a baby shower, or a family gathering; it was always something. But tonight, the stars had aligned, and they finally had some mutual free time. Everything was ready: the pizza order was in, the movie marathon was picked out, and an abundance of bedding was ready and waiting on the couch of Abigail’s apartment.
As if on cue, her doorbell rang. Abigail welled with energy, making a mad dash for the door, throwing it open with remarkable speed. Standing before her was her friend Violet, hunched over with a pained look on her face. Her massive belly, wedged between her knees, pushing against her pajama shirt, with just a peek of its drum-tight curve cresting the hem of her pajama bottoms, looked like it was going to explode.
“Vi… are you okay?” Abigail asked cautiously, worried in equal parts for her friend and their weekend. Her words seemed to snap Violet out of her trance, their eyes meeting and a smile appearing between them.
“Abby! I’m doing fine, don’t worry about me. Just some contractions, that’s all. I’m 43 weeks pregnant; I’ve made it this long. What’s one more night? Nothing is going to interrupt tonight; even if I end up pushing out a baby on your couch, I’m sticking around.” In the tone of her voice, Abigail found a remarkable lack of humor. She was serious. In some place Abigail kept locked deep inside her, something about that idea was profoundly arousing. Reaching out a slightly jittery hand, she took her laboring friend’s bags and helped her into the apartment.
Over the next several hours, snacks were consumed, games were played, and Violet’s labor became more intense. In the middle of a particularly clumsy round of Mario Kart, Abigail noticed that Violet was whimpering under her breath.
“Vi, you know you can be vocal around me, right? We promised a long time ago we’d do everything together, and if you’re fine with it, that means labor included.” She said with a reassuring smile, sitting with her legs crossed in front of her friend. Violet didn’t bother with a verbal response, instead flopping down on the floor and clutching her enormous belly, letting out a guttural moan of relief and pain. Abigail couldn’t help herself. She reached out and rubbed slow circles on Violet’s enormous swell, taking extra care to craze over her flattened belly button. Both girls met eyes with a mutual blush.
“If you want me to stop…” Abigail muttered, locking eyes with her sweat-covered friend.
“Don’t… you fucking… dare.” Violet rasped between labored breaths. It was clear Abigail’s presence and intimacy were just as good for Violet as it was for Abigail. “I don’t think I can sit anymore, this pressure is getting fucking unbearable. Let’s go stand somewhere, anywhere.”
With a silent nod, Abigail helped Violet to her feet and led her to the kitchen. She dimmed the lights, lit some candles, and put on some soft music. With a whimper, Violet draped her arms across Abigail’s shoulders and began to sway her hips in circular motions. Abigail’s hands snaked their way down under Violet’s shirt, rubbing the sides of her belly as it tightened, released, tightened, and released. Over and over, they danced this dance, whispering in each other’s ears between contractions. When her belly tightened up, Violet would freeze up and squat, letting out guttural moans into Abigail’s ear. In response, Abigail would gently kiss Violet’s ear lobes to assure her friend she was there. Abigail couldn’t help but worry about how intense her friend’s labor was becoming. Right in the middle of an intense contraction, their bliss was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
“Shit, that’s the pizzas. I’ll be right back,” Abigail assured her friend, helping her lean on the counter before going to the front door. Violet offered up a smile, sad to see her new support leave but excited at the prospect of some food. Abigail opened her door, paid the delivery driver, and brought their dinner into the kitchen. She was only gone a moment, but a moment was all it took. She found Violet hunched over the counter, one hand clutching her crotch, the other white-knuckling the counter.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuCK FUCK!” Violet cried out, crescendoing just in time for a torrent of liquid to soak her hand, her grey pajama bottoms, and the tile floor below her. She released a relieved, trembling sigh as Abigail set their dinner down and embraced her from behind.
“Did that feel good? Looked like it hurt, but you feel more loose.” Abigail questioned, cautious and incredibly aroused.
“God, it felt amazing, just a release of pressure like I’ve never felt before. Honestly, that was the worse part, the fucking pressure.” Violet seemed better now, less intensely in labor. She washed her hands, drying off and stripping off her pajama bottoms. “Abby, I think I’ll need something else. I’m too far in now. I’m having this baby here. Mind if I borrow a skirt? That way, I can push when the time comes without having to fully strip down.” Violet said with a blush, realizing she was standing in her best friend’s kitchen, broken waters on the floor, shirt fully up over her belly in just her drenched panties. Modesty was beyond them at this point, but Abigail didn’t care. Beet red in the face and painfully aroused, she brought Violet a short skirt and a new pair of underwear.
“Here, I’ve had these forever, so I don’t mind if you get your… juices? Fluid? I’m not sure what the word is, but you can get them wet.” Abigail stammered, her entire body radiating heat. Her brain was beyond fried, words didn’t feel cohesive anymore. In a matter of hours, her friend would be pushing out a baby in her apartment. Just casually, during their sleepover, nothing major. Abigail couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like she’d stepped into a very wet dream.
Abigail brought some towels to sit on, and, on the cold floor of her kitchen, they stuffed their faces with pizza, Violet occasionally letting out loud moans between mouthfuls. It was increasingly clear they didn’t have much time left until the big event, though Violet seemed more energetic than ever. With a heave of effort, Violet stood wide-legged in the center of the kitchen before Abigail could react, swaying gently with her hands on her belly. From her position, Abigail could see a subtle bulge forming under her already-soaked new pair of panties.
“Go put some popcorn in the microwave. I promised you a movie night, and you’re getting a movie night.” Violet said with a smirk, helping Abigail to her feet. They talked as they waited, watching the microwave spin, its flow filling the room. Suddenly, Violet tensed up, gripping Abigail’s hand and slightly raising one leg. What the fuck is she- Abigail began to think before being cut off by the low sound of Violet straining. Holy fucking shit, she’s pushing. She’s holding onto me and she’s pushing. Her baby is coming out into my clothes, her fluids are all over my floor, she’s straining out a baby while she leans on my shoulder. I need her. Abigail thought, her free hand almost subconsciously going to stroke Violet’s belly. The noise Violet released when she let go of the push was one of relief, and it felt divine in Abigail’s ears. Watching Violet stumble to the couch, stopping twice to take her shoulder and bear down was the single hottest thing Abigail had seen in her life. If tonight just looped until time immemorial, she’d be happy with that.
They settled on the couch, started a movie- a Ghibli film, something relaxing and beautiful -then fell into a sort of rhythm. Abigail would become engrossed in the film for a few minutes, long enough to have a distracted few handfuls of popcorn, then Violent would tense up and grunt with effort at her side, snapping her back to reality. She fed Violet popcorn between pushes, and both watched the movie, cuddled up in ignorance of the baby beginning to peek out below Violet’s soaked skirt. Without thinking, Abigail snuck her hand between Violet’s legs, sliding a finger across what could only be the massive, unyielding head of a highly overdue baby pushing against the thin fabric of cheap cotton panties. Their eyes met, both of them blushing a deep shade of red. Before they could speak, Violet’s face tightened up, and she gave in to another push. They sat in quiet for a moment, Violet producing loud, vocal moans and Abigail feeling the head emerge, then recede, emerge, then recede over and over. Eventually, she felt Violet’s hand meet hers, and together, they pulled her panties down. Turning to assume a new squatting position, Violet leaned back on the couch’s armrest and lifted her legs, her skirt only barely obscuring the view of the tight crown nestled between her legs. This is far too casual, isn’t it? Abigail thought, watching the dazzling colors dance on the screen. Violet’s noises became increasingly intense, but now both girls were focused on the film. Violet would take breaks to push, and Abigail would take breaks to watch the tent in her friend’s skirt get slightly bigger with each push. They fell into a rhythm of watching their movie, then focusing on the impending birth.
“Fuck fuck FUCK Abby pause the movie, I can’t hold it anymore!” Violet shouted, lifting her skirt. Abigail got a clear view of the genuinely enormous infant barrelling through her friend’s pussy. Turning only briefly to pause their movie, she kneeled between her friend’s legs to guide the infant’s head out. With a full-chested scream, Violet pushed with everything she had. Her stretch became tighter, tighter, tighter, the most delicate skin on her body pulling so tight they turned white, a sense of numbness spreading across her nether regions until, with a wet pop, the head was out in Abigail’s hands. Both girls had never been so turned on in their lives. Shifting to the edge of the couch and hitting resume on their movie, Violet spent the rest of the film pushing out the shoulders until, with a wet plop, just in time to interrupt the climax, her overdue baby slid out onto Abigail’s carpet. Sitting back on the couch, the girls dialed the non-emergency line, requesting an ambulance to check on Violet and ensure all was well, and telling them not to rush. Finishing their movie and their popcorn, slick newborn in Violet’s hands, they cuddled up.
“Vi, how would you feel about doing this again? All of it. The birth, the sleepover, all of it. What I’m saying is, I think we should move in together and have another kid.” Abigail whispered, voice trembling slightly, a mix of arousal and anxiety.
“Sounds good to me.” Violet tiredly whispered, “Next kid is coming out of you, though.~” Abigail shivered in anticipation, tracing a hand over her flat belly. This next year would be fun.
I wanna join the cuddle puddle,,,,,I promise to provide belly rubs!! And moral support!!!!! And I can cook, so let’s add that to the list of pros!
hi baby doll of course you can join the cuddle puddle! three was a good number but four? that is perfect, two more sets of hands is just what we need to keep everyone happily satisfied with belly rubs and cuddles. i'll definitely need the help in the kitchen when i get too big to do much without help.
i'm sure you would look darling with a pregnant belly too. i can only imagine how you would swell with someone's child/children and un insatiable you'd be
