One of my favorite birth fic writers around is @cassieoz and she had this delicious Stable Birth idea after reading my story, Farm Life. Here is what her brilliant mind came up with. Hope you guys enjoy this one! cassieoz is such an amazing writer who crafts empowering birth fics and always have incredible fresh new ideas.
Pairings: Original Male Character x Original Female Character
Summary: You've given birth many times before that by your last pregnancy, the baby just slipped out. But sometimes. no matter how many times you've done something in the past, exceptions are bound to happen.
Warnings: MDNI. 18+. Very graphic and sexual birth.
Divider credit @saradika-graphics ❤🙏🏻
I have been working all day avoiding the constant discomfort in my lower back.
“Hooo…” I let out a breath after a contraction. It’s not gonna take too long now, but I moved on with my tasks anyway, albeit slower than I usually did. I went on to do my chores in the house and take care of my really young children.
Once I’ve fed and bathed all the kids, I strapped on the youngest one on my back and stepped outside to tend to the animals before I went over to the stables. But as I bent down to scoop up the feeds, I was wracked with a contraction. It was harder and longer than the one before. When it passed, I slowly stood back up and felt another milder contraction creep up.
I breathed through it. Having done this so many times before, this should be easy, I thought to myself.
So I went into the stables to clean and feed the horses and that’s when I felt the head slowly descending into my birth canal. The pressure between my legs became almost too much, but I soldiered through and went on feeding the horses while fighting the urge to push, holding off on giving birth until my husband gets home.
I have been in the stables in the past hour, just finishing up when I suddenly felt the most intense contraction and collapsed among the hay bales. I fought the urge to push, but my body is doing it for me.
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I find you in the stall struggling to breathe, panting frantically and fighting the strong urge to push. You looked up at me and immediately you reached and clutched my hand tightly, "I think it's time!"
I took the kid off your back and I helped lay you down on the hay. You hiked your skirts up and started pushing until the top of the head peaked through your dripping and puffy folds.
Another contraction hit you and you pushed hard, but the head did not move. You cried out in pain and frustration.
“Why is it not budging?” You cried and the toddler in my arms began to squall so I called out for one of our older children to take the toddler inside.
"Hold my hand and push with all your might. You know that we always have huge babies!" I managed to joke and you let out a weak chuckle through the pain.
Finally, our eldest came running in the stable with one of the younger ones in tow. Our eldest was unfazed but the younger one was horrified by what’s happening. Seeing you in pain lying on the hay, with your big, overdue belly and wet puffy, leaky and barely crowning pussy on display.
“This one seems to be the biggest yet!” You managed to whimper as you continued to push through the next contraction.
"Go! Take your little brothers and call your aunt to help with dinner for the others, sweetie! Go now!" I urged our eldest as she picked up the toddler and ran with her youngest siblings back to the house.
“You have to do something! Help me out!” You pleaded, as you tried lying on your side and holding up one of your legs to the side to give the head more room.
"Listen to me! Just pant so I can check you!"
“Oooh… hurry, it burns! It wants out! But it’s too big!”
You panted, huffed and puffed, fighting the urge to push so I could check on the baby’s head. I inserted a finger to trace around the head and you screamed in pain. So far, after many consecutive births you have not torn anything, but this might just take the cake.
“The head is too big.” I laughed.
“Oh Christ!” You exclaimed, feeling the pressure mounting again as a contraction hits you.
I rock you on your side and start to circle your clit vigorously.
“Oooh!” You squealed in surprise. “Mmmm… yeah, keep going.”
I rub faster and harder over your swelling spot and tell you to breathe with the pressure.
I could tell you’re near. You felt your oncoming orgasm climbing up while you continued to pant the head out. More fluids trickle from your puffy folds, both from arousal and from the amniotic sack.
"Good girl!” I cooed, placing a hand on the crest of your big belly, feeling it harden under my palm. “I think it's almost time to push down with the pressure.” I told you, and you nodded as you took a deep breath, preparing for a long and hard push. “Darling, this is the biggest we have so far, it will hurt A LOT. So, hold my free hand and bear down through the contraction, okay?"
You could only nod, already beginning to bear down, your face scrunching, beads of sweat rolling down your face.
The head begins to slip out slowly, and you let out a long and loud scream.
"Good girl! Big, huge push! Let it go! Let the head come out! Be as loud as you can!"
I keep rubbing faster and harder. The head is the biggest ever. I need to help you squeeze it out. It's so painful but you can do it! You have done it so many times before.
You are puffing wildly as the orgasmic pressure mixes with the stretching intensity of crowning. You push with it, howling with the burning and throbbing.
The head is stretching you wider and wider. You are slowly losing all control as your body explodes with your first huge orgasm. The head barrels forward but it's not fully crowning yet.
“I-it’s not working…” You trembled weakly, sounding pained. “I don’t think I could do it, you’d have to cut me.”
"Listen to me! Just listen to my voice and just push with the pressure. Don't think! You will be alright! Just completely let go!"
I continued to rub and circle your clit and moved a hand to squeeze one of your big heavy tits, and stimulate one of your erect nipples with my free hand.
“Ooooooooohhhhh…” You moaned and groaned, long and hard at the pressure and pleasure.
"Thats it! Scream as loud as you want! Just let the baby go! It's time to bring our next baby out of you! Big, big push!"
“I’m tearing! I’m tearing!”
"You are not tearing! You are stretching so well. Come on now!"
You are losing all sense of time and reason. All you can feel is the gigantic shape of the head squeezing painfully forward with each massive effort. You can barely breathe but the urge to push is uncontrollable.
The unstoppable need to expel the baby is all you can focus on now. "Good girl! I love it when you reach this point! Birth it! Make it come!"
You feel the overwhelming pressure, pain and pleasure mixing into an almost insurmountable amount. You grabbed one of your leaking breasts, squeezing and rolling a hardened leaking nipple as you panted and pushed.
Sweat ran down your face as you squeezed and pushed, and with a loud moan of pleasure and pain the head finally popped out, fluids gushing as it did.
“Ooooh! Shit! That feels so good.” You breathily said with a smile despite the pain.
The contractions haven't stopped but the release of the head and fluids made it significantly less painful. You breathed deeply as the shoulders rotated and more of the huge baby came forward.
You pushed some more, "Hoooo... ooohhh pull it out already!" You gasped, as I chuckled at your mix of emotions and guided the body out.
"Just a little more," I assured you, "Come on, just one more big push."
"Hhhmmmm..." you moaned and started pushing again, feeling the baby’s really wide shoulders against its enormous body sink against your opening, inching forward a little more.
It was hitting a sweet spot inside you that made you start to moan and whimper louder again. Being already overstimulated, it didn't take long before you once again felt surges of pleasure mounting.
You huffed and puffed and gave one last big push and the baby came surging forward with more birth fluids.
Your entire body shook from such intense orgasm and the sheer exhaustion of trying to birth such a humongous baby that you fell back into the hay, trying to catch your breath. You gave a final, big push that finally frees the entire baby as well as the biggest release of your life.
You came every single time you gave birth, but this was different. This was the biggest baby you’ve birthed and the strongest and biggest orgasm you’ve had ever.
I, for one thing, already love having lots of babies with you. I love seeing you swell all big and round full of my child, and I love it even more when I help you birth each one of them. You love the experience equally if not more, as you mentioned once that it makes you feel strong and empowered.
That's why you love having lots of babies as it is the marital essence of being a woman and the discovery of the ultimate power of being free!
Victoria strained down with all of her power. She pushed, bearing down on the biggest head between her parting folds. The need to let it go was completely primal! She yelled and pushed again. Her raw cry of painful birthing vibrated around the room. Victoria was lost to wild, uncontrollable vibration of delivering his child. Her Alpha had planted one of the strongest babies in her. It was her honour to feel this agony as the birth rapidly approached.
Victoria roared, pushing without hesitation. The unstoppable contracting of her core forced her opening to stretch, burn and separate for the merging baby. Roaring turned to wild screaming as the head pounded, harder and longer until one cry announced the crowned head was fully planted at her entrance.
Panting frantically, Victoria's final stage of pushing had commenced. Clutching the soft sheets, she bellowed and shoved down!
"Its time! Its coming! Get my Alpha! His baby is ready for his entrance into the world!"
You have been sitting in the bathroom for well over an hour now. The last football game of the season had ended and everyone was already at afterparties. You are the only audience to the groans and crying in the stall next to you. The sound of fluid dripping on the hardly clean floor.
You cupped your hand on your mouth and your legs clenched together. There was another student in the stall next to you, pants around their ankles and a puddle of blood and viscous fluid around the base of the toilet. They were clearly giving birth.
You are sure your fellow college student is too far gone to notice you are even in the stall next to her.
“It hurts… stop hurting me!” The student cried. Her voice cracked in the scream of agony that came after. “Ah! Ah! Someone help me! I can't-I ca-”
The student roared louder than ever. Minutes of the students shrieking ended as a gush of fluid hit the tile of the stadium bathroom. You hear her voice rise in a frantic and desperate pitch. The porcelain of the toilet jangled as the student sat upon it shook and wept.
The student’s voice cried out in sputtering, throaty gasps. Then she shrieked and a heavy splat hit the pants around her ankles. The student's body fell back heavily on the toilet.
“No….no…” The young mother whispered.
You could hardly believe what you just heard. You'd heard stories about this happening on campus but it was all fantasy to you.
You dip out of the stall and the bathroom while your peer weeps at the new, raucous wailing of a baby. You couldn't imagine that ever being you; dropping some bastard baby in the stadium bathroom.
You rush off the field and try to wipe away the sound of the older girls screaming and the sight of pooling fluid on the tile. It was the end of your first semester and you had an end of term party to get to. You can’t let things like that dampen your mood.
~~10 months later~~
You speedily stumble into the college stadium bathroom, your brow drenched with sweat, air hitched in your throat as you try to breathe deep. You crash through the handicap stall with a deep waddle, basically falling into the support bar on the wall.
You were stupid to think you were an exception. Your body took the first spray of cum it ever got and made sure it stuck with you to fester.
Your abdomen, the product of your arrogance, is barely hidden by a t-shirt much too small. Your stomach is distended into an ugly display of your fertility. It droops to your thighs like a ripe and heavy fruit on a thin branch. Your Belly button is melted into a splotch of discolored skin with stripes of stretch marks circling it like it was a planet. The surface is hard as rock and hot as coals. Movement ripples through it like a miniature sea victim to the moon's pull. You can only watch and hold its underside in both horror and awe.
You feel as though your baby could fall out with the way it sat in your pelvis. you hated that feeling. It was like it was taunting you with the Idea that you'd soon be facing the greatest pain in your life.
Your stomach contorts, changing shape before your eyes. You grasp the support bars and rise on the tips of your toes trying to escape the pain. Your back arched and your body shook as the pressure consumed your crotch. That lowness that was present has become tenfold on your cervix and underbelly. The myriad of sensations makes your face scrunch and go red. The pressure was breaking something you didn't want to be broken.
“N-not now, not now!” You think while a restrained cry crawls out of your throat when the contraction peaks.
In defiance, between your legs, your crotch begins to spew thick fluid onto your legging covered thighs and the tiled floor. The contraction finally ebbs away, but you can feel the head of your baby sitting on your cervix.
Your breathing becomes panicked. The inevitable is happening.
Each minute is eternal. flashes of heat envelop you, forcing you to take off your leggings and T-shirt. Your body opens itself to expel the product of all of its efforts. your spine and belly seize in an agonizing rhythm. Strikes of pain lance through your cervix when the contraction forces your baby lower into its dialating flesh.
Before you know it, you feel your body call for your part. Push.
You refuse it. Your thick thighs quake and your breath trembles because of your resistance. It's all for naught. The baby slides into your canal slowly. Still, you refuse to give in.
You stand in the bathroom, white knuckling the metal bar through brutal contractions. Your body is glistening with sweat and your bump never looks out of a contraction. Your head rolls each time you feel your baby drop lower and fill your pussy. You think unbearability can't get worse. Until you feel it. Your pussy begins to press outward. You reach your hand to your crotch and jerk it away instantly. It was still a small slit, but the pressure and roundness made the crown unmistakable.
You cry out as the head pulls your pussy forward and parts your lips into a burning circle.
Then the descent stops. Contraction after contraction barrels into you and there is no progress. The baby isn't stuck. No, it just needs a push now. A push you aren't willing to give. You didn't want to push. You didn't want to have this baby right now, not here. But instincts and fear were stronger than sensibility and acceptance.
Your face screws as you resist the instinct.Your legs can't close and just touching your bowled out pussy pushes your tolerance to pain. Nothing but your will keeps the baby in.
Though, your body is tired of asking you for the bare minimum.
A hard contraction, harder than the rest, takes you. The reddened, misshapen ball of a belly you have strangles your womb. Your eyes bulge as the head forces your pussy to spread to a full crown. The shriek that comes from you is inhuman and marks your surrender.
You instantly bring your chin to between your chest and you finally lower to a squat. Your contorted belly drops when you push. A gravelly version of your voice echoes within the bathroom. Fluid spurts from your full pussy, the grasp It has on your big baby is nigh inseparable. Your back arches, pushing your belly and pelvis out into an arc.
Then, at the peak of pain, the head shoots out of you followed by a torrent of fluid. You don't stop bearing down. The shoulder pops out next and the baby slides onto your pile of clothes. Your stomach deflates into a fleshy mound.
Instantly, the baby begins to cry.
Instinct still drives you now. Your only purpose is to mother the child now.You carefully pick up the baby. You're now just like that student you heard months ago.
As you struggle to stand with your baby in your arms, in the next stall over a freshman quietly panted in shock and promised to herself that she would never be in the stall next door.
... What if a cult abducted you and tortured you with orgasms, all to force you to birth sentinels for an otherworldly monster? -----
You were lying in your bed, surrounded by a familiar darkness, except for a slight feeling of unease. A slopping noise on the floor confirmed your suspicions. About to sit up to check, you found that your body couldn't move. I've never had sleep paralysis before, you thought. In your daze, hundreds of tentacles slithered up the sides of your bed and under your clothes, squeezing your breasts and opening your legs while you were still paralyzed. You inhaled, guessing what was about to happen and that you just needed to wake up. Wake up, wake up, you repeated to yourself as a cold tip teased around your opening. Even under the haze of sleep, the appendages exploring your whole body felt vivid. Too vivid.
This is not real, you repeated, willing yourself to believe it. You moaned as a cold appendage entered you, followed by another, rubbing against each other and stretching you in impossible ways, thrusting in and out of your cervix. As you moaned, another tentacle took the opportunity to enter your mouth. Surprisingly aroused from being fucked on both ends, you felt bulges travel up the tentacles as they quickened and hardened, pumping you full of cum. You could hear the gurgling sound as they filled you up, inflating your belly until you looked heavily pregnant. You gasped for air as the tentacle in your mouth left, realising it was in the wrong hole.
The ones fucking you, however, showed no signs of relenting. With your arms pinned down your sides, you were dying to be able to touch your distended stomach to feel it. Your womb was too full to show the tentacles bulging with every thrust. You were thanking your overactive imagination. Then, something pushed against your other lips--a hard egg the size of a golf ball, pulsating against your clitoris as if to force you to let it in by pleasure. You couldn't move willingly, but still your body shook and writhed, your body accepting the egg until it stopped at your cervix. Then another egg, and another egg, until your hole was filled by pulsating masses stuck on their way in. Your breath became heavier and your moans louder.
Other tentacles started probing, sucking, and fondling the rest of your body as if forcing you to climax again to accept its eggs. All the rubbing and pulsing made your body begin to spasm uncontrollably, involuntarily raising your hips towards the tentacle that made a final hard thrust into your cervix, depositing the eggs into your swollen stomach with an earth-shattering orgasm. You could not stop climaxing, your eyes rolled back and mind blank for what felt like an eternity. You did not know sleep paralysis could do this. The haze that followed as you slipped in and out of deeper sleep was a blur, except for the last one. You were still paralyzed in bed, belly towering and heavy, but at the end of the bed stood a bright red humanoid insect with an unforgivingly large, erect member.
You knew what it wanted, but unlike before, a sense of terror weighed upon you. You just knew it would not care about breaking you, and you can't just will yourself to wake up. You were dreaming, you told yourself, but a small voice in your conscious mind reminded you that your mind could not possibly know in reality the sensation of sloshing eggs and cum in your womb, let alone create it for a dream. You ignored it. The creature picked your pregnant body up like you weighed nothing and bounced you raw into its shaft, each thrust churning the contents of your already-heavy stomach. The pressure and stimulation made you moan in pain and pleasure until it thrust its full length into you with such brute force, filling you up even more. You gagged and choked as its cum forced your stomach even further outward. It wasn't done.
You gasped as contractions told you whatever you carried wanted out, but the thing wouldn't stop fucking you to let you give birth. You were still paralyzed, you couldn't push. "Ah, ah--" you began whimpering in a dizzying array of ecstasy and pain, on the edge of a climaxing from a creature denying you from giving birth. "--AH! Ah," you screamed yourself awake, panting on your bed, stomach still flat, underwear soaked, one hand between your legs. There was, of course, neither tentacles on the floor nor any giant insects. Your phone was buzzing. ------- Squinting against the sudden brightness from your screen, you see Dr. Maria Robertson.
Your lab's superintendent, at 4am. Why is she calling? Did something explode? Even though you were still groggy from the embarrassing dream, you steadied your breath, doing your best to hide that you were panting hot and heavy just moments earlier. You had to pick up, you wanted her to like you enough to recommend you for a post. "Hello? Maria?" you finally collected enough of yourself to pick up on what felt like the fiftieth ring. There were only sobs on the other end. You weren't sure what transpired in the minutes that followed, but you only started cursing yourself as you found yourself in your car, driving to the local hospital with the crack of dawn nowhere in sight.
Something, something, her husband is in the hospital, someone needs to pick up her elderly father--father-in-law, maybe--and drop him off at her sister's, who can take care of him, something something. She said she could trust you, and you felt compelled to prove her right. When you arrived to the hospital, the attendants were busy trying to contain the octogenarian having an episode. Upon seeing you, he lit up and hobbled your way, throwing a strange purple powder at you from inside his jacket pocket. He began circling you, chanting something erratically, drawing what looked like a crop circle with the powder. The attendants shot you a look of concern, and you made a reassuring motion while smiling politely.
Hopefully the old man would calm down soon, whatever his delusions were at the moment. He stopped abruptly and pushed you in the abdomen with strength uncharacteristic for a supposedly frail old man. You steadied yourself just in time to avoid tumbling to the floor, the attendants reaching out just hesitating to restrain him. That was puzzling, but seemed to have calmed him down. He immediately took your arm as if knowing you were there to pick him up. However, you could not shake the feeling that for the briefest moment when he hit you, the powder began to hum and glow. Makes no sense, you thought, chalking it up to the sleep deprivation as you led the old man back to your car and texting your superintendent to let her know. K - she replied - sent from my iPhone.
As you buckled the old man into the back seat, you felt your stomach churn. Was that why I had that weird dream? You wondered. Starting the car, looking in the rearview mirror to ensure the old man is happy as a clam in the backseat, you jolted slightly. The churning in your stomach was now also a pulsing, throbbing sensation stimulating you from the inside, building up gradually. It was all too familiar--like the pulsing eggs in your dream. You began to worry, terrified and confused on what was happening to your body, doing your best to continue driving as you squirm in the driver's seat from the heat building up in your nether regions. You were sure you just ruined another pair of panties.
You bit your lip as the pulsing intensified, breathing heavily, trying not to-- "--hhn," a moan escaped your lips, your arms trembling on the steering wheel from the stimulation. Panicked, you quickly checked the mirror. The old man was fast asleep. You took off your jacket, hoping to cool yourself down. Before you could be relieved, whatever was inside your body seemed emboldened by your near defeat earlier, and you could feel your g-spot throbbing. The heat and pulsing would not stop building up in frequency and intensity, violating you from the inside. On the highway, the tail lights of the car ahead of you blurred in and out of focus. You felt your eyelids fluttering, your back needing to arch. You couldn't stand it. Nothing could suppress it.
You mustered enough strength to signal a turn to the emergency lane, but then-- "--AHN," you flailed in your seat, slamming the brakes, no longer able to swallow your cries. You couldn't think of the shame from inexplicably climaxing in front of a stranger. Your mind returned just in time to realize the car never stopped on the emergency lane, it continued speeding, signaling, and turning as if with a mind of its own. This can't be real, this can't be real, you thought, checking the mirror again expecting to find an equally terrified old man, but instead you found him grinning knowingly with eyes shining. Your stomach began churning again. Finally able to hold one hand to your belly, you could feel a mass the size of a golf ball sloshing inside your womb.
You could see under your tight dress that your belly was now slightly distended. Remembering your embarrassingly vivid dream, your womb and insides began pulsing wildly again, this time not taking its time driving your mind to the edge. Forcing you to convulse against your seat, whatever was inside you was intent on making you come again and again, without relenting. Two, three, four masses, you felt as you pressed against your belly that was expanding with every climax, helplessly panting as the old man began to cackle in the backseat. The car was still moving. You waned in and out of consciousness from the successive climaxes, having lost count of how many climaxes or eggs have lodged in your womb.
You no longer could tell where you were, as sunlight started to peer through the trees--meaning you had been continuously assaulted by this unseen force for hours. The last sight you registered before losing consciousness was of your swollen breasts, with nipples visible from having outgrown your bra by three sizes, and a mound of a stomach befitting of someone six months pregnant. "What.. is happening to me...? Hhn, ahh," you cried weakly as another climax took out your consciousness, the old man's laughter fading into the distance. ----- Your body was sore and heavy. Your nether regions were wet and throbbing. You knew nothing else.
You gasped and tried to sit up, hoping to wake up from yet another dream, but the chains tying your hands above your head and the dimly lit chamber that you opened your eyes to said otherwise. Adjusting to the darkness, you looked down to see your belly heaving, feeling the hard lumps sloshing inside, pushing against your tight dress that was struggling to hold it together. You were now as big as you were in your dream, laid on top of a stone altar surrounded by dozens of hooded figures. "Ah! She has awoken," a familiar voice rang. Two figures stepped forward and removed their hoods: your supervisor Maria and her husband, fully healthy, in the flesh.
They noted the realization in your wide eyes that you had been manipulated all along, and condescendingly jeered, "don't make a fuss out of it, love, you were chosen! We had to find an opportunity for the Elder to place the portal in you? The little drawing on the floor?" they asked, making the purple powder gestures. "This... can't be real," you whimpered as you felt the sensation between your legs intensify and another wave surged over your body, contorting you as your chains clanged against the stone. The crowd murmured unsympathetically, while Maria pouted.
"You probably thought last night wasn't real either, did you?" She replied with an exaggerated concern on her face. You thought back to the dream again, horrified. She approached the altar, stroking your pregnant belly. "Well, like I said, it already happened. Your womb now just needs to do its job in this realm: to bring the Dark Lord's army from that dimension to this dimension. It's easy," she paused, slowly sliding her fingers down over your breasts, belly, and then teasing you with circular motions drawing closer to your clitoris, "you just need to come. Over and over, one tiny soldier at a time. And yay! You're going to be a mom!" she inserted her fingers, making your legs jerk. Removing her hand from your opening, she signaled the rest of the hooded figures who immediately filed in line.
"I hope you understand, we're on a deadline here to bring the Dark Lord to power. All the good people here, they came in to help you." her husband motioned. The first man in the line stepped forward and unzipped his pants, his erect member entering your oversensitive pussy without a warning, thrusting while your heavy belly bounced. You whimpered as two more came forward to fondle your breasts and tease your ass, while you prepared for the worst. "Nope, nope," Maria's familiar disapproving voice rang. "Inefficient," she declared, motioning the men to stop. From under her cloak, she brandished vibrators and handed one to each of them. The man inside you began to thrust again, as Maria held the wand firmly against your clitoris, turning the wand to full power. You almost immediately climaxed, throwing your head back, unable to clutch your belly as you uncontrollably spasmed.
Your dress finally gave, ripping across your belly. Your whole body was already overstimulated, shaking, and sweating. Your stomach towered as you arched, moaning and begging them for mercy. Your stomach kept growing heavier with every orgasm, but the hooded figures weren't stopping; they instead fucked you harder, impatient for their Dark Lord's army. They pushed your legs as far back as your gravid stomach would allow, giving anyone and anything as much access to forcibly pleasure you. The pressure inside you was immense. You were gasping for air, able to breathe but gagging with every egg that materialized inside your womb. Your body was at its limit, stretched out as if overdue with multiples.
"P-please, please s-s-stop," you moaned with the last of your strength, "I-i can't take it," you begged. But just then, before anyone could react, you inhaled sharply. A shockwave passed through your body, and then a crack, and your stomach began to quicken. You could feel something began to wriggle inside your womb, worming around trying to find the way out. You trembled. You were about to give birth. The cultists took an anxious step back as you writhed and moaned on the altar, completely ruined from the fucking and the endless climaxes. Every move that the larvae made inside your womb, jostling around the eggs filling you to the brim, sent waves of pleasure throughout your body. Breathing heavily, you whimpered at the thought of the larvae sending you into another climax, filling you up even more before it could be born. "H-help, please," you begged, as you felt another shockwave and a crack.
Two larvae were now slithering around, rubbing against your insides. In what felt like an eternity, the cultists just watched as you desperately tried to push to no avail, all while the creatures inside you made you come. Your stomach was growing larger by the minute as more larvae hatched and struggled to find the way out, stimulating you in the process. "Hnn--ah AHN--" your eyes widened as you felt one of the creatures breach your cervix from the inside and into your birth canal, still throbbing, like a fat appendage rubbing against your g-spot on the way out, "AH, no, nn--ah AH--" your cries rang through the chamber as your orgasms compounded with the rest of the hatched larvae following suit, lifting your hips into the air in the throes of the orgasmic birth.
Not sensing the ground, the last larvae slid back into your birth canal, prolonging the sensation long enough for you to let out a guttural cry before falling limp like a ragdoll, panting on the altar. Your vision was fading, but the slithering larvae making their way to your breasts to suckle stimulated you enough to keep you awake. Your stare at the cultists was completely empty, spasming as yet another wave of contractions hit your body just as the larvae nursing at your breasts discarded their shells, revealing rapidly growing cockroach-colored humanoid insects. A pit formed in your chest as you prayed to hell for this labor to be quick. You looked at the insects you just birthed and recognized them as the same kind that raped you in your sleep, except bright red and angry. Where did that thing come from? You wondered. I hope it doesn't show up.
My scenario is about a polygamist community in some distant, isolated, fictional location cut off from the rest of the world. A relatively small and very religious group of families settled in this remote village hundreds of years ago and today these people remain independent from and largely ignored by the outside world. (Please note everything about this story is fictitious- the “religion” mentioned in the text is fictional, as are the characters and the scenario)
A documentarian becomes interested in this little-known corner of the planet and decides to focus his next film on one indigenous family in particular: The Potters. There was Frank Potter, his first wife Norma, his second wife Kim (whom he married three years after Norma), and finally Brooke who entered the picture just a few months after Kim.
Their people had always practiced polygamy because in their religion it is encouraged to reproduce and birth as many new lives as one possibly can. However years of isolation in a culture that encouraged excessive procreation caused an unintentional mixing of the gene pool that, over centuries, made ¾ of the tribe’s women infertile.
Therefore, in modern times, polygamy wasn’t necessarily a religious tenant in itself but was rather a necessity to continue the population because only ¼ of women were able to reproduce. Consequently, it was decreed that every man would need to marry 3 infertile women of his choice, and only then would his family be assigned a wife capable of breeding. Infant girls were tested at birth for the fertility gene, and if they tested positive, they were reared separately from the general population to ensure their chastity and overall health until they could enter an arranged marriage at 18 as a husband’s 4th wife, or his 8th, or 12… the law required one breeder for every three infertile wives.
The Potters, as you may have realized at this point, have reached the three women cusp. Frank and the three Potter women were elated to welcome Trudy into their home about ten months ago. Shortly after her arrival, Frank was able to successfully impregnate Trudy and the documentarian was invited to film what the Potters promised was their religion’s very interesting birthing ritual….
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