Currently imagining having a pretty boy in heat on his hands and knees, legs held apart by a bar, a comfortable cushion tilting his hips up into the air exposing his dripping, sensitive pussy. Mounting him, feeling how wet and tight he is as I stretch him around my cock. My fangs nipping at the scruff of his neck as I pound into him, his needy whimpers urging me on. Rutting into him for what feels like hours, too focused on properly breeding his puppycunt to stop after he cums a dozen times, overstimulating him into a moaning, blissed out mess, begging me to knot him. Nearing my own climax and pulling him farther down on my dick, nearly dragging him, my claws digging into his hips. Forcing my knot into his cunt with a wet pop. Pumping rope after rope of thick cum directly against his cervix, his pussy walls spasming, milking every drop it can from my cock as he orgasms one last time. Panting & holding him close, praising him for how well he took my knot, and what a good little breeding bitch he makes.
The primal urge to empty my over-filled balls into a little sub while she’s folded into a mating press.
The intense feeling of giving in to my natural instinct while she nods her head and is barely able to utter “yes,yes,yes” as her pussy milks my seed from me
the sensation of him slamming into my cervix over and over and over again until my mind breaks and i've cum for the umpteenth time. my womb greedily drinking all the loads it milks out of his large, veiny cock.
I should be full of your puppies right now whelping the squirming litter out into your lap presenting my contracting hole as I push and push and push just one after the other until I’m empty and gaping—perfect and waiting to be bred again
you've been pregnant with my puppies for months. your body has grown to accommodate them. you've got a rotund swell to your belly, and rows of nipples developed along your tummy. there's a sway to your gait that, even viewing you from behind, you are so undeniably pregnant. the ultrasound revealed three pups. today, we finally meet them.
here you are, on all fours. belly brushing against the bedroom floor- crouched over a plastic tarp laid over carpet to prevent stains. this is the room where life itself was conceived, and where life will be birthed. you've been laboring for hours, moaning under your breath, swearing as your cervix dilates. Labor, as it turns out, is a laborious process. your face blushes red. sweat beads on your forehead. as your mate, i pace around you worriedly for hours. i dutifully care for your ever need, bringing you water, providing you comfort and care.
you feel a shift in your lower abdomen. one of the puppies has lodged its head past your cervix. a particularly powerful groan overtakes you as it slides down your canal. you scream. fuck, you've never been stretched like this before. you yell at the top of your lungs with every contraction, gasping for breath between each pause. the pup begins to crown. the top of its head peeks out from your wet, whelping hole.
i urge you on. push, push, push.
with a grand effort, you focus all your muscles to birth our pup. you're stretched over the widest part of the head. sweat beads on your forehead. the pup's head slides past. a gush of amniotic fluid bursts and splatters over the tarp. im quick to attend to the pup. gently catching it and licking it clean. i excitedly show you our newborn. i know you want to hold it, but there's more work for you to do. i lay our pup in the nursery by our bed.
your tummy is still so full. another pup is getting kicky. you feel a movement, followed by an added heft in your cervix. this one's so much bigger than the last. you push, but there's no budge. you whimper feeling the pain of your cervix widening and failing to move the large pup down. you try to relax your body. taking a deep breath, and exhaling slowly. it's difficult. it hurts. the puppy wriggles inside you, and makes it past your relaxed cervix. it's entered your birth canal, descending downward. it's absolutely huge. you feel its crown force your insides wide. you're not sure your body can handle a pup of this size. but you have to. you must birth our pup. your whelping hole bulges. you scream. you push. you strain. it's not coming out. and, oh god, does it burn. you rock your body forward and back, doing anything to relieve the pressure. the pup is almost out. i take my hand to carefully pry you open further. my fingers feel hot on you. c'mon. you can do it. birth our pup. you let out a guttural groan as you bear down. the oversized pup escapes out and into my hands, kicking and screaming into the world. a stream of fluid follows and soaks your inner thighs. your hole reels from the stretch, slightly agape from birthing, contracting and flexing rhythmically.
i carefully tend to the pup and leave it at the nursery. you're panting hard to recover from the strain of birthing our enormous pup. your belly rises and falls with each shallow breath, gradually getting deeper until your breathing stabilizes. i pet you along your back. you're doing a wonderful job giving birth to our puppies. there's one more to go. you feel a mass slip easily past your cervix. in fact, it's barely perceptible. this one's real small. it must be the runt of the litter. it glides down your canal easily. you feel your muscles expand, but it's nothing compared to the last birth. in fact, it's somewhat pleasant. or... even orgasmic. your whelping hole flutters. you're cumming. you shiver as your orgasm takes over your whole body. you squeak, because with almost no effort at all, the little pup is ejected into my hands. together, we look over our three puppies to make sure they're nice and healthy.
good job, good job. what a great dog you are. what a wonderful mate you make. you went through all that effort to gestate and birth our pups. i cant wait to fill you up with another even bigger litter as soon as i can.
Oh gooood…fuck me, please. Fill me baby. Cum inside me and breed me with a big, heavy litter of your pups. I need it. Knot me. Hurt me. Shove your cock in me, through my cervix and deep into my waiting womb as your knot locks you tight in me. I can feel you twitching, pulsing, almost there as you shove further into me. Oh god, honey! Your knot! It’s huge! It’s stretching my pussy! Ah, ah, ah, ah…yes! Make me carry your litter! I’m clenching around you! Fuck, here it comes! Yes! Pin me to the mattress and groan as your cock spasms in me! I can feel it spurting into me! Filling me! I want your puppies! Keep me stretched and full!
You’ve been letting a new clutch of eggs incubate inside you for days now. It’s no longer something you can keep a secret, stomach swollen and basically bedridden. Your body had grown so heavy, the eggs occupying your every thought. Your partner marvels at your body, how much you’ve stretched to take every last one of their eggs.
They play with your hole, gently at first, stoking your hard dick between sliding their fingers inside. You’re completely dripping wet- they have no issue changing position to quickly slide their long, hard ovipositor to your desperate hole, and slam it in, hard enough to illicit a yelp from you.
Within seconds the dick- impossibly long, a huge knot at the base- was slamming against your clutch of eggs, pushing them further back in before you feel their knot being forced inside you. The second they’re entirely in you- they grab your hips, and start laying a new clutch in you.
It takes a few seconds until your body realises this isn’t something you can take, and unwillingly, your body starts to move and contract- against your owners commands, with their dick breeding you full again, your body starts to lay your eggs.
Your partner feels it immediately and pushes you down into the bed, shoving their knot as deep inside as it can go and growling, telling you it’s not time. You whimper, try to find the words to explain that it’s your body, you can’t control it- until their hand covers your mouth, leaving only enough room to breathe from your nose. Your body keeps pushing, you can’t stop it.
You’ve pushed eggs right up to the knot, now in a fight of trying to push them past while your partner keeps slamming their knot deeper inside you. Tears well in your eyes as your body keeps desperately trying to push, but each push is getting weaker and weaker. Your partner coos encouragement now as your body stops contracting and tears run down your cheeks, holding your aching stomach, your body finally realising it can’t get relief quite yet. Completely full, you have no option but to lay and take everything your partner wants to give you.
Might follow up with the laying of this, lmk if you want more:-)
As its mothers day in the UK, I couldn't let the day go without a story of someone becoming a mother. So here's one I saved up from a while ago from a roleplay I did with @allkindsofpreg. Hope you enjoy it.
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Some people would call it… unconventional, but it’s just the way we are. My phone is streaming birth videos to the tv, one after another. You give a little grunt. I look over and you give me a weary smile. We started our video marathon four hours ago after the third hour of contractions, both of us confident that this was the real deal. We had watched countless babies being born and right at this moment you were sitting on a towel, your trousers and underwear discarded, your fingers rubbing tight little circles on your clit as we watched the mother pull her legs back. You pull your top up and expose your belly, the fabric scrunching up under your breasts. I lean over and wrap my arm over your shoulder, my other hand reaching down to follow the route of your fingers. Your head lolls back as you sigh, the contraction finally passing.
“They make it look so quick,” you grumble, leaning heavily against the headboard as another head crowns and pops free on the tv.
I chuckle and move my hand to cup your firm stomach. “Movie magic, love,” I assure you. “We can edit ours to look that way too if you want.” The idea of going back later and rewatching the birth of our child together sends a shiver of excitement through us both. “Could maybe speed things up though.” My hand moves up to brush your nipple and you arch into my touch.
With some assistance, you get your legs folded underneath your ass and get to your knees. I follow. Your belly presses into mine and you loop your arms around my neck. Our lips find each other and my other hand reaches between your legs, the long, lazy strokes causing you to pant and moan along with the woman on the screen.
You don’t pull away as your core begins to tighten, just move to rest your head on my shoulder. Your hips sway in time with my movements until you're practically riding my fingers. I can feel when you stiffen, and gently nudge you back into rhythm. “Keep it loose. Just relax and let the baby move down on its own.”
“So heavy,” you mumble against my skin, and my grip moves to lift your belly. The relief is instant, gravity no longer pulling constantly at the small of your back, and you pull tighter against me. “Thank you.” you hum in acknowledgement, but it’s soon drowned out by your string of curses as the contraction crests.
“Fuck, shit, ow, ow ow ow.” You sink lower and lean forward, hips widening and belly lowering to rest on the bed. From here it’s easy to see how much I'm enjoying this, and you almost laugh when my hard cock twitches in response to your panted breaths.
“Done?” I ask, eyes questioning as you straighten up with a smile.
“It’s only just beginning my love.” A particularly wild scream draws our attention back to the playlist and your hand instinctively searches your own opening as the woman struggles against a massive bulge. “Check me,” you plead, desperate for some sense of fullness as you wait to be where she is. My palm cups your pussy, and all you want to do in that moment is fill it with the head of our child.
I move to get behind you, as you shuffle your elbows forward and hitch up your ass to give me better access. “I’d better remember this position for next time, seems like a perfect height for my hips…”
You turn your head, blowing out a breath in turn as you grunt “don’t think about next time… right now I’m thinking this time”
“I know baby you’re doing really well” I say automatically in response, all the while my fingers were cupping your opening. You grunt an acknowledgement and prompt me with “you were checking” as I giggle “yes dear!”
You suck in your breath as you feel my fingers slip in and probe deeper, feeling around. “You’re… you’re doing very well baby.” My obvious skirting around the number and tone has you picking up on it. “How much?” You gasp, puffing out the breath you were holding.
I try and sound cheerful “you’re at 6, almost there” I say. We both know you were at 5cm 2 hours ago and hadn’t really progressed.
You grunted a ‘damn’ as you elbow walked back and with my help got you back upright.
I glanced over to the four cameras we had placed over the room to record things, all were still blinking their lights showing they were still recording.
“Do you need to do anything with those?” You ask, pushing your top back above your bump and rubbing circles against the skin.
“No, not yet, they can do 6 hours each on the cards. If needs be and we get to 5 hours I’ll make sure I swap them over before anything spicy happens”
We started recording when we set the movie marathon away 3 hours ago.
“So speaking of spicy” you say coyly… “it sounds like we need to get things moving.”
I smile and run my hands down the length of your thighs. “You just want me for my sperm,” I tease. We’d read that it could help soften the cervix, and you’re desperate for anything that might speed things up.
“Mm,” You hum unapologetically and crane your neck back to look at me. “Kind of how I got into this mess in the first place, yeah?”
I lean forward and capture your lips in a kiss, then gently lower you down so you’re lying down on the bed facing away from me. Grabbing a bunch of pillows to nest and wedge around your awkward aching body, we manage to get your belly supported and knee propped forward and up enough to give me adequate access from behind. I wrap my body around yours, kissing down your neck and shoulder as my hand caresses down your curves, inching lower and lower until it finds your clit. I start torturously slow, effectively distracting you through several more contractions.
“I’m close,” You warn, and I nip playfully at your skin to keep you from tumbling over the edge just yet even as my fingers move rougher, faster. You whine in protest when I stop, but the stimulation quickly reappears at your opening. I drag my stiff cock up and down between your folds and you're already so wet it doesn’t take much before I’m prodding, pushing, thrusting.
“Fuuuuuuck,” you moan as I bury myself deep inside you. Your ability to move is limited, so you’re at my mercy as I slide in and out, in and out, adjusting the angle slightly each time until I find the one that makes you gasp and shiver and beg, “Please. Please.”
“Please what?”
You can only whimper as your own fingers find your clit. Another contraction is building and you know I can feel it too as I struggle to hold back from release as your internal muscles clench and spasm around me. My pace quickens and my arm wraps around your belly, giving me a bit of leverage to hit just a little bit deeper and sending us both over the edge.
The pleasurable muscular contractions from the orgasm mingle with the painful ones from labour, heightening both sensations and causing you to cry out. You intertwine your fingers with the ones I have moulded to the curve of your stomach and pant harshly until the vice loosens. There’s a new persistent twinge in your back and your other arm is beginning to go numb.
“Maybe you should stand for a bit - help the baby move down some?” you manage, panting from the exertion all the while.
I give you help to get up, your “oooh” of appreciation towards letting you straighten your back echoing in my ears. We position ourselves face to face, your arms wrapped around my shoulders loosely and my hands holding either side of your bump as we begin to sway with each other, the next contraction building. We rest forehead to forehead as I whisper to you “keep it going you’re doing great”. You don’t respond straight away, focusing on the pain until it finally releases, and you blow out a breath. Then, with a grin, you tilt your head back and look me in the eye as you say “you’re running down my inner thigh.”
We both burst into giggles as I rub my knee up and down your inner leg, moving it side to side to separate your knees, sure enough I feel the wet sloppiness against my skin.
“Will just have to break your waters and wash it all away” I reply.
“Don’t you dare, this baby comes when this baby comes” you groan as the next contraction picks up. Just before you go inward and focus on the contraction you whisper “though I think it might come pretty soon.”
We dance around in circles for the duration of the contraction, my eyes checking back on the tv screen. The lady on there is squatting down pushing hard, not making a sound other than occasional grunts as she pushes. “Staying upright seems to work for her, perhaps we should give it a go.”
It’s harder than you expect to stay on your feet, the full weight of gravity adding to the strain and pressure in your back, hips and legs. But I'm always there to support you and the freedom to pace and sway and bend and squat is easily worth the effort.
You lean forward, pressing your palms into the edge of the dresser as another contraction begins to build. I come up behind and trace my fingers up your sides to cup your breasts. I give them a gentle massage and the pain ratchets up a few notches in response. It takes your breath away in a high pitched moan and your legs widen out of instinct, though it does little to alleviate the mounting pressure.
“It feels like I’m about to pop,” you manage to make out with a little bounce and sway, as if that might have any effect on your waters. “Come on, baby, I know you must be ready to come out.” The only response was a sharpening of pain that had you doubled completely over.
“Hey, remember the woman on the tv,” I whisper, a gentle suggestion.
You turn your head and again am faced with the mother in a deep squat struggling hard against her child’s large head. You nod, and I help lower you so that your ass is almost to the floor. Your knees flare out to the side, your hard stomach rounding out between them like a huge bowling ball. You ride out the rest of the contraction this way before returning your eyes to the screen.
“Pretty soon there will be a head between these legs,” you say, your hand reaching back to search for mine.
I find it and kiss your cheek. “Very soon, my love,” I assure you as I help you back to your feet.
You turn to look into my eyes - they are a mixture of excitement and adoration and lust. You take one of my hands and position it between your legs. “Here is where the head of the child we made together will be. My legs wide open for you, just like they were on the night of conception, skin bulging into a tight dome, hole burning and stretching, being born right into our own hands.” This is our idea of dirty talk and it mixes with the desperate whines of the birth video and my fingers once again dance and stroke between your folds.
You don’t want to move as the next contraction picks up, so you grab onto my shoulders as ripples of sensation flow through your body. I know you so well that I somehow bring you to the precipice once again and your body clenches at the same time the contraction peaks and there is such a massive release that your knees buckle and you would have certainly fallen to the ground if I didn’t catch you.
When you come down from the high after a few breaths, you notice that it’s not just my hand that’s wet, but your legs and the floor as well. “Either that was one hell of a squirt, or my water just broke.”
The splash you just released was audibly loud, but lost on you as you gasped at the same time. My ankles and feet were soaked, caught in the splash back but to my inexperienced eyes it certainly looked like your waters had broken. The next contraction came fast - much sooner than any previous ones leading up to it, and based on the howl you made, was certainly more noticeable. Your fingers clamped down on my arms, my biceps feeling like you were trying to rip them out of place. I grimaced as you continued to yell at the unexpected intensity. My hands found a way to either side of the small of your back and you fell into the embrace, your forehead burying into my chest as you screamed into it. Finally after the longest 30 seconds of your life you managed a sniffling gasp, the contraction over.
“That one was hard?” I enquired. You just nodded, eyes filled with tears. Finally you gave a shuddering sob and said that the waters being gone meant you felt the full weight of the baby, with no cushioning… and with gravity adding to it… it hurt, bad.
We agreed we would get you down onto your hands and knees on the bed and see how the next one felt. It took a few moments of clambering to get you repositioned but eventually you settled as you gave a warning “it’s starting again.”
Thankfully this contraction wasn’t as painful - not sure if it was simply because of the fact you knew what to expect or indeed not being upright did help, but you vocalised with loud moans and groans whilst rubbing your belly, your weight supported on one hand and your knees. I pulled your hair back and tied it into a ponytail as I kneeled next to you, one hand wrapped over your shoulder, the other on top of your hand rubbing the belly, and my lips kissing the side of your neck.
Shortly after the moans and groans subsided as the contraction let go. “That sounds like it helped?” I asked.
You nodded, still certainly feeling more and more pain compared to before your water broke. “I feel the head behind my pubic bone” you say, your voice shaky. “It’s moving down.”
“Ahh” I say, racking my brain to think of something we had watched in a preparing for birth video. “I saw something about putting your knees together and lowering your ass to the ground, that opens the pelvis.”
You nodded as you rested whilst you could. I looked at the clock in the room, muttering under my breath.
“What’s up?” You asked.
“Cameras need to be played with.” I said. “Can you believe we’ve been at this for 5 hours now?”
Your head turns toward me “Yes!” you yell, mentally recounting the aches, pains and orgasms you’ve experienced so far.
“Don’t go anywhere” I say as I scramble up to swap the cards and check on batteries for the cameras. The ones in three corners of the room were straightforward, but the one we mounted above the TV unit - intended to give a nice wide angle shot of the room and hopefully catch you pushing - needed to grab the steps from the corridor. As I set them up you ploughed your head into the pillows and groaned, yelling at me to hurry back, the next contraction building.
I fiddled and fumbled with the camera, pulling out one of the SD cards and dropping it in my haste to put the other one in and start recording again. I glance down and couldn’t see it, mentally noting that I’d have to look for it when everything was over.
Jumping down off the steps I rush back over to you and catch a glimpse of your pussy exposed on the bed. Where it had been smooth before it was now noticeably bulging - your gasping cry announcing “I felt a pop I think the head got past my pelvic bone.”
The contractions are relentless—long, intense waves that crash over you one right on top of the other. You couldn’t move from this position if you wanted to, and I support you the best I can but your whining moans are constant.
“Too fast. It’s too fast.” You keep repeating it over and over, as if your labouring body would pay any heed to your concerns. But an invisible force has hold of you, and it seems to be reaching up inside, clenching and squeezing a battering ram slowly but forcefully against a hole far too small for it to pass through.
“What can I do?”
You don’t have the mental strength to turn your head to look at me, but you can hear my concern in my voice. You give my hand a little squeeze to let me know you’re okay. “Hot compress, please.”
I check the bowl of water we had prepared earlier for just this situation. The water wasn’t quite as hot as it had been, but squeezing out the facecloth inside it still felt warm to my fingers. The cloth was warm and comforting on your aching pussy and you press back further into my palm. Perhaps it slowed the descent to a more bearable pace, or perhaps it was enough to give you some illusion of control over the primal roiling in your body; either way, you were able to come back to yourself and focus on your breathing, on my touch, on the incredible, if terribly painful, sensation of our child’s head moving through your hips.
It takes a good half hour for the contractions to begin to slow again, and once there’s actually enough space between them for you to rest, you sigh deeply and slump over onto your side.
Your face is red and damp and lined from being buried in the pillows for so long, but I'm there with a cool washcloth this time, placing it on your forehead and giving you an adoring smile.
“Well that was intense,” you say with a chuckle, reaching out to brush your fingers against my jaw.
I take your hand, twisting it to kiss your palm. “You’re doing amazing, mama.”
The word sends a thrill through you, and you reach around your belly to the space between your legs. You’re surprised at how different it feels, the soft mound of your lips domed out by a harder object trapped behind them. You try to slip a finger inside to see if you can touch the head, but the angle and your current physical limitations make that difficult.
“Can you feel it?” You ask, finally giving up your own efforts.
I give you a quick peck on the lips before sliding my fingers into the spaces you couldn’t reach and stop just shy of the base. “Oh, baby. Hi, baby,” I coo, and your eyes well up.
“You’re touching our baby right now?” I nod in response.
The next contraction begins to build and the force of it alone pushes my fingers a little further out. “Won’t be long before you do too. Feeling the urge to push yet?”
You were going to say no, but your body answers for you as it curls in on itself and you let out a strangled, surprised yelp and bear down into your first real push.
“I can’t help it” you gasp as you come up for air after the involuntary push. “My body just won’t refuse… I can’t NOT push.”
I scramble around to sit next to you and rub your back as you gasp and once more bend forward, gritting your teeth, scrunching up your face and putting in the effort. In between contractions I dash out to the bathroom and bring a dish with a washcloth, ring it out and lay it on your head.
I lean back and grab the tv remote, turning off out little movie marathon… looks like it’s time to make our own.
Another two pushes like that and you’re panting. Finally though it seem to have released you from its grip, giving you some respite.
You collapse back, breathing deeply, my eyes drawn to your heaving breasts, moving up and down with your laboured breathing.
“That hurts more than I could have imagined” you say to me, in between your breaths. “I need something to take my mind off it… something top drawer.”
I know exactly what you mean and jump up off the bed, scuttling around to your side. I slide open the bedside drawers and pull out your pink vibrator - your favourite.
I flick it on - the buzzing sound coming on announces that the batteries are charged - and get back into my position.
“Hurry, hurry… I’m pushing… I’m pushing!” You trail off the last syllable lost to an anguished moan. I turn the vibe to low and rest it on your clit. The effect is immediate. You jump at the added sensation and let out a howl. Thinking I have hurt you in some way I pull it away rapidly and you practically hiss at me “don’t you fucking dare take that away until I say so.”
I gently lower it back onto your bud and press lightly, your howl turning into a moan of pleasure. “Faster, the contraction is ramping” you say as you hold your breath and push, my finger rubbing the control button with an audible increase in the vibrations.
Your hand darts out to the side and grabs me, the other gripping the sheets. Your vice-like grip clamps down at the first part of me you grab, wrapped firmly around my cock which had been hardening since watching the show.
I gasp in surprise—and maybe a tiny bit of pain—and you force your hand to loosen, to stroke, to tease. The contraction still has you in its grip, but there’s an undertone of familiarity in this mutual pleasuring. It gives your mind something else to focus on even while your body moans and tenses and struggles and heaves.
When the pain begins to recede, you take over the operation of the vibrator and I scoot to the end of the bed. I hastily prop you up with a mound of pillows and position myself between your knees. Your ass is practically hanging off the bed as you wrap your legs around my hips, pulling me closer. I press my palms into the bed on either side of you and lean forward over your belly to give you a deep kiss before pressing my cock against your pussy.
There is no longer enough space in there for both me and the baby, but you're wet with arousal and birthing fluids and the vibrations from your toy send shocks of sensation through us both. I begin to slide slowly through the rift between your folds, coating the length of me. As the lubrication increases, so does my speed and intensity, desperate to maintain that delicious friction.
Another contraction begins and I pause, eyes a bit glazed and breathing heavily but nonetheless more concerned with your pain than my pleasure. You uncross your ankles to let your knees fall open and pull back on your thighs, tossing the vibrator to the side for the moment. You throw your head back and push hard, biting back a guttural groan at the intense pressure that comes with it.
While all your focus is on pushing, I can’t help but be mesmerized by the feel of the baby’s head bowing out your skin as you push. My hips are still flush with yours and it presses against my dick. After several more pushes the contraction dwindles and I pick up where I left off with renewed fervour. I'm practically on top of you when you jam the vibe back to its intended location, hips pumping and jerking furiously and releasing increasingly enthusiastic grunts.
I finish first, but immediately click up the vibration intensity up to the max as my mouth goes to your breast, licking and sucking and nipping until you come tumbling over the edge after me.
The nipple play brought on another contraction quicker than expected and you wail in surprise as your loosened muscles allow the head to surge forward quickly with the next push.
“Uhhhnghhh,” you moan, helpless against your body’s instincts. “Oh, oh, ngh!” You try to catch your breath, but your abdominal muscles won’t release. “Fuck, babe. Fuck. Fuck!” You’re almost panicked now, your knees reflexively trying to snap shut.
My firm but tender hands keep them in place as I remind you, “Slow, love. Gentle pushes now. Your body knows what it’s doing.”
If it did know, it wasn’t sharing that information with your brain, but you nod anyway. You let out an almost meditative hum, and the controlled release allows you to draw in a long deep breath.
“That’s my girl,” I say approvingly, giving your leg a little squeeze.
When it’s finally over, your eyes find mine and there’s a hint of excitement in them. “What is it?”
“I saw the head on that last push,” I reveal with a grin. Your hand automatically reaches out to feel but I shake my head. “It’s gone back in now, but it means you’re so close, babe.”
You pout and flop back into your nest of pillows. “I want to see too,” you whine, somewhat petulantly, and it gets a chuckle out of me.
“I thought you might feel that way, and I’ve got a bit of a surprise for you that I think might help.” I get up and rummage around in one of the dresser drawers, pulling out a small camera and flicking the tv on as I walk back to the bed. I position the lens right in front of your pussy and then flip the switch to turn it on. The tv suddenly lights up with a big screen projection of your bulging, gaping hole. “Now you can stand or squat or sit or be on hands and knees and you’ll still be able to see exactly what’s going on down there.”
“You’re… you’re recording this feed too, right?” You ask, transfixed as you open your legs wider and use your fingers to tug at the stretched skin to see if you can see anything in there.
I prop up a ring light and flip it on, adjusting it until it illuminated the area perfectly. “Of course.”
“Good,” You gasp, setting your eyes on the large screen,” because the next contraction is starting.”
You grunt as the contraction rapidly picks up, trying your hardest to focus on the screen and not close your eyes. In front of you is a crystal clear, 42 inch high definition image of your lower half, and you are suddenly in awe.
The picture is so clear, you see the rivulets of my previous load dripping down between your legs. I grab the washcloth and wipe the mess up, as you grunt and moan a hurried “get out the way” in between contractions.
As I whip away the cloth, we’re both taken aback by the large scale image of your slightly parting lips, and the white mass in between… you squeal, the revelation magical to you, and watch as the head slips back as the contraction fades away once more.
“That… that was something” you pant, trying to recover your breath. “But I need you to help me.”
I nod, giving you a kiss as I move to kneel down between your legs, as you rush to stop me.
“No!” You squeal when you realise I’m blocking the camera. In my haste I hadn’t realised.
“Get behind me… I need to…” and once more you pulled your legs back and held your breath, this time eyes closed in concentration.
I climb up onto the bed and squeeze in close behind you, scattering your pillow nest around the room as I get into place. I get onto my knees, and rock back onto my haunches as you flop back against me at the end of the push, your breathing ragged as you gasp for air.
My hands wrap around under your arms and rest cupping your breasts, where once more I start to massage the pronounced nubs, resulting in wet fingers as your milk starts to flow around them.
As the contraction rapidly builds, I look over your shoulder and stare at the screen, my eyes wide at the image. “Look, look baby… you’re doing it, you’re doing it.” I’m full of enthusiasm as I see more and more of the head peeking out, and finally your lips going from flesh coloured to puffy and red as they stretch to accommodate the mass behind them.
Your hands rush to instinctively cover your opening as you whine about the burning as you push but as you lower your fingers once more we see the results of your work - the teardrop shape of the head in place - the previous white skin back to a more satisfying pink colour visible between your lips as the pressure is finally released on the head and you get a moment of respite.
You use the precious time between contractions to catch your breath and massage your opening. It’s strange, exploring this intimate part of yourself that’s so familiar and yet, at the moment, entirely unrecognizable. It’s round and heavy and stinging, and there’s a patch of skin right at the centre that’s not your own.
“There’s our baby,” You sigh, resting your head back against my shoulder and stroking the small patch of exposed head with the pad of your finger. “Can’t wait to finally meet you.”
Your hand moves higher as another contraction starts, pressing into your clit as the skin beneath presses painfully outward. You push and the dome distends out impossibly far, but the crown remains stubbornly small. You don’t want to force anything before your body is ready (or, frankly, obstruct the view), so you stay this way, relaxed and removed from the pain, and let the reflexive force of your muscles do most of the work for the next few contractions. I help by keeping your knees pulled out and back as you groan and tense and hiss and shake, helping with the stretching in the quiet moments between.
There’s a much more circular, but still quite small, opening that our child is trying to force its way through when some primal desperation kicks in. Why is this taking so long? Why are you not opening up enough? What if the baby won’t fit? It already hurts so much, what if you can’t handle the rest of the birth?
You are anything but calm when the next contraction comes and your sudden panic - strangled whines and restless thrashing - takes me by surprise.
My eyes immediately go to the tv screen, but all seems just as it was to me. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
You can’t put it into words. You just grip my thighs in an iron fist and throw everything into a wild push. The head surges forward and you scream as your hole stretches violently wider in one quick motion.
“Whoa, easy, easy!” I scramble for a warm wet cloth and leaning over your shoulder, press firmly against the modest crown. You try to squirm away from the counterpressure - at that moment you want nothing more than for this to be over with as quickly as possible - but of course I'm pressed up against you from behind as well; there’s nowhere for you to go. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, and you’ve got this.”
You shake your head and attempt another monumental push, but this time I’m ready. In fact, I have to press so hard against your efforts than when the contraction is over and you finally stop pushing, the head goes most of the way back in and when I pull my hand away, you're back at a teardrop.
“No, no, NO!” You yell, taking me by surprise. I stroke your hair, telling you it will be ok but you just shake your head.
“It’s so hard… I just want to push it out but my lips won’t let it.” You’re frustrated, in pain, tired and getting a little too grumpy for your own peace of mind, so sigh, shaking your head and taking a deep breath, trying to get your focus back.
“You’re doing so well baby… just pant when it gets tight if you feel your pushes aren’t doing anything - let your body do some of the work.”
You nod, taking another glance at the tv as the contraction builds. Your eyes close and you mutter under your breath “come to mummy” as your lips bulge and your fingers trace circles around the tiny peak of skin between your legs.
I watch as the head bulges out again, your red, flared lips hugging it tightly. Once more you reach a peak of pain and start to yell as I remind you “pant, pant.”
You gasp, realising how much on autopilot you were acting and do just that, huffing giant gulps of air. The head stops retreating when you let go of the push.
“Baby’s on its way!” I cry out, you can’t help but have a giant grin on your face as the contraction finally releases you.
You’re fascinated by the way your pussy looks like this. There is still pain there—of course there is, with the amount of bulge there is right now—but there’s also hope, excitement, awe, maybe even a bit of arousal. You remember the promises I made when we were trying to conceive, promises to fill you up with a big baby and then watch as you struggle to push it out. And now you’re doing just that.
Another contraction starts and you begin to pant along with my coaching. The head pushes out further, but your hole doesn’t get any bigger. You hold your breath in an experimental push, but it just has you crying out and I suggest you go back to breathing and moaning and letting your body do the pushing.
You can’t disagree, but it’s so much more agonizingly slow this way. It’s probably another twenty minutes before there’s a noticeable size difference, and by then the pressure is unbearable.
“I have to push. I have to- I have to push!” You yell as the next contraction begins to build. It’s not a decision so much as a warning and your body trembles with tension and anticipation.
“Just wait until you absolutely can’t keep from pushing for another second.” Your breathing picks up to an unsustainable pace and your vocalizations reach new heights and your feet are off the bed, knees pulling back of their own accord in preparation. “Go for it babe,” I urge.
And you do. You give a mighty roar, but you're doing it. You swallow your fear of the pain and the chaos and you train your eyes on the taut round ‘O’ on the screen. At the slightly downward angle of the camera, you can see just how distended and round the head is behind your opening. With another push, it’s like you can see the whole outline of it and once again it doesn’t seem possible, but it is. I tell you over and over again that not only is it possible, but it’s happening.
It takes another few contractions of full on pushing when the animalistic part nearly takes over again. The slowly building fire is suddenly a full-on inferno between your legs and you slam back into me as if trying to retreat away from your own body, head thrown back in a silent scream and a few tears of pain falling down your cheeks as the fading contraction does nothing to douse the flames still raging on between your lips.
“It’s crowning now,” I tell you, since your eyes are closed.
“Mmhm,” You manage weakly, though when you look at the screen you find that it’s still not quite to a full crown. “Maybe… maybe I need a new position.”
“Do you want to squat, let gravity do a bit?” I ask, and you nod your head without uttering a word. Knowing that time is very much against us in between contractions, I lift you up under your shoulders, a difficult task as you’re unable to help pull yourself up from your position, but with a strong tug, and your legs scrabbling under you in their wide-open gait, we manage to get you upright.
The weight between your legs is immediately noticeable with the added effects of gravity causing you to yell as the next contraction picks up. Your hands grab onto my arms, the only thing keeping you upright right now, as your head pushes back into my shoulder, your roar loud and free of any inhibition.
I can no longer see any sign of the head glancing down between your breasts and belly so look frantically at the screen - your back arches back toward me as you push, trying desperately to move things along, but perhaps more importantly, that results in your crotch poking forward, still on display on the screen.
Your pussy is stretched tight, the head bulging out, the baby’s forehead starting to appear.
I think back to the videos, most of them showed the head shooting out soon after it crowned, but for you, it was moving with an agonising slowness, but it was moving. I’m sure with the next contraction it’ll get past the nose and ears, and surely that would mean there are no other protrusions keeping the head in place.
You scream in frustration as yet another contraction passes, you sag your weight against me. You’re panting heavily, exhausted at the effort.
“You’re doing great baby, almost there, maybe on the next push” is all I can offer by way of encouragement.
Nothing can compare to the fullness you feel. There is so much weight still pressing at your back, in your hips, and of course behind your opening. You can see it on the screen, the way your skin is drawn out taut and tight and so thin that you can see the ridges of the baby’s features just below the surface. The pressure built up behind is almost unbearable, and you’re panting desperately just to keep from pushing before it’s time, before your body is ready.
You moan when another contraction begins to take hold and I tighten my grip on you as your knees bend and you sink into a deeper squat.
“Mm, please come out, baby,” you beg, waiting for the urgency to build. “Hmmm. Oooooh. Ngh!”
The pressure peaks and you bear down hard with it. The dome bulges out comically far as your abdominal muscles war with your tight pussy. It retreats a bit when you release your breath, then pushes out again when you do.
“Do you want me to help ease the skin back?” I offer after another fruitless contraction.
You shake your head, determined to deliver the head without intervention. You stay in a deep squat this time, not risking losing any progress, and I settle onto my knees behind you—I’m more steady, plus the camera angle is better for both of us this way.
I nuzzle into your hair and kiss your neck. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
“I’m tired and it hurts,” You pout. I hum in sympathy, but my eyes never leave the screen and you can feel that I'm hard again. “At least you’re enjoying this part.”
I kiss you again. “You know what those sounds you’re making do to me. How hard you’re working and how beautifully you’re opening up. All for our baby. Can’t help it if I’m excited.”
You know you will be too, watching this back. But right now, another contraction slams into you and you tug your knees back as far as they’ll go. You're shaking with exertion, but finally there’s movement and you howl as your skin stretches over the nose. The movement stops when you release your push and I urge you to keep going.
“Baby’s almost here, you can do it! Pushpushpush!”
With considerable effort, you suck some air into your lungs and hold it there, putting your chin to your chest and heaving another massive push. A desperate high-pitched squeal escapes you as you cross the mouth and chin, but you manage to hold onto the push until finally…
“Head’s out! Oh my god, the head’s out. You did it, baby, I’m so proud of you.”
Fluids leak out around the head as I check for a cord. The baby turns in my hands just before another contraction picks up—now you just have to get through the shoulders.
You’re stunned, the feeling of the “pop” resonating around your entire being as you felt the head come free. You’re panting, waiting for the immediate urge to push to finish all the hard work and effort you had put in today, but your body wouldn’t let you.
You relax, waiting for the contraction to build. Taking a moment you reach down, whilst simultaneously looking at the view of the head resting between your legs. It looks so… calm, considering the effort leading up to it.
Your hand strokes the baby and you mutter under your breath “I can’t believe it”
You can’t keep your elation in check. All of the last few moments passed in only a heartbeat in real time but for you the moment lingered for what seems like minutes. You snap out of it when I land a kiss on your forehead and join your hands holding the baby.
Suddenly the peace is shattered as the next contraction builds. You push, effort renewed, you go deeply inward wanting things to be over, but the hoped for release doesn’t happen. You expected the shoulders to slip out.
Another push, once again no movement. You start to fret a little, you yell with the next push “come out!”
I’m started at the exclamation as I look down between your legs and we see the baby’s hand poking out from under its chin. The next word summarises the moment perfectly… “fuck!”
You give a mighty heave, and panic slightly when progress halts and the pain ratchets up unbearably. You scream, partially in frustration but also very much in agony, and I immediately drop to my knees for better access to what’s happening between your legs.
“Wait, stop, stop pushing!”
The urgency in my tone is the only thing that could give you pause in that moment, and you look down to see a small trickle of red down your leg and absorbing into the pad beneath your feet. You try panting to keep from pushing and squeeze my shoulder. “Did I- shit, did I tear?”
I’m quiet for a moment, my hands gently supporting your skin and holding the baby firmly in place. “No, no I don’t think so,” I finally say, giving you a bit of a nervous smile. “But you’ve gotta go really slow now to stretch around the arm and the shoulders.”
“Right. Slow.” You glance down at my awkward crouched position, and yours is not much better. “Maybe I should try lying down again.” That had certainly slowed down progress before.
Bracing yourself with one hand on the mattress, you lean down onto your hip, then fully onto your side, keeping your other knee flared out and open as I adjust to accommodate the baby’s head. You grab a pillow to support your belly. You shift restlessly when another contraction starts and pull your leg back towards you.
“Easy, controlled pushes now,” I remind you, giving the inside of your thigh an affectionate stroke. “You’ve got this.”
You nod, more to yourself than to me, and slowly contract your abdominal muscles. Your breath leaves in a low hum with the effort as your stomach squeezes and compresses. You can feel the pressure build up behind your opening, but much like before, nothing progresses further into the world.
Several more contractions later and you’re starting to get tired and discouraged. “I don’t care about tearing anymore, I just want this baby out,” you whine, close to tears.
I run my free hand up and down your shin comfortingly. “You don’t mean that. And besides, you’re doing great.” When I see you grab your knee and curl forward again, I say, “Alright, this is the one, I can feel it.” you have your eyes squeezed shut, but I lean forward to brush your cheek and point your chin toward the TV. “Just look at how beautiful you are, how amazing your body is.” You’re stretched so impossibly wide and the head is so big, it really is a miracle the delivery has gone as well as it has so far. “You were made for this; now just let it happen.”
With your eyes on the screen, you join your hand with mine under the baby’s head, and push.
Your grunt starts low in your chest and builds and builds as you apply more and more pressure between your legs. I lean to the side so the overhead camera gets a good view - as the hand and shoulder slide out from between your legs. You’re obviously aware of it as you let out a joyful whoop of success.
“Keep going baby” I offer as you once more grunt and heave. I adjust my arms to support the weight of the baby as its second shoulder slides out, then suddenly without warning, once all the things blocking it leaving were removed, the baby’s torso and legs shot out, taking both of us by surprise.
Your eyes shot wide open. “It’s over?” You gasped.
“We have our baby… a daughter” I smile as I lift the - surprisingly large - baby up between your legs and lay it on your chest. Tears are flowing freely from your eyes now, the sense of success and relief washing away all of the last few hours.
I take a glance around the room, all camera lights were still blinking. I give a thumbs up gesture to be captured for posterity as I get up and move to your shoulders to coo over the baby who is now crying up a storm.
“Can’t wait to see how the video comes out.” I grin.
What if I was an adventurous little house dog that ran away into the woods and ended up lost in your territory? As soon as I saw your powerful frame and lithe body, I would present for you and beg you to come put your litter in me. Would you steal me away and claim me as your own? Or would I convince you to come home with me so we could both get pampered by my owner?
it's perfect timing we've crossed paths. i've been looking for a mate. but due to environmental destruction by humans, it's difficult to find anyone in these woods. the population is dwindling. yet, my instincts to sire pups is hitting hard.
when we encounter, we're curious of each other. sniffing, licking, butting our heads into one another. you look well-fed, well-groomed, healthy. a perfect mate to carry my pups to term. when you lift your tail and present yourself to me, i dont decline the invitation.
i mount you. pressing you and your clean fur against the dirt and grass of the forest floor. pumping my haunches hard, panting fast, my wolf cock fills you in a way no cock of your species could. you bark and howl how bad you need a litter from me. your sweet begging and wet succulent hole sends me over the edge. what feels like liters of my hot wolf cum erupts inside you with each powerful flex of my cock.
after our frenzied fuck, we slow down. lick each other's maws. cuddle. play chase in the forest. but it's late and our fun is coming to a close. it's time for you to go home before your owner gets worried.
on your walk back, my sperm is seeping deep inside your body. it rushes to fertilize your waiting eggs. the cells multiply, sending chemical signals to rewire your brain and body to be the perfect carrier of my pups.
it's not the last you see of me. you start visiting my territory regularly. i invite you to my den. mating has become routine. several times a week you're coming home with my cum dripping between your legs. i notice the gradual shift in your scent, the confirmation of pregnancy setting in. it's only a matter of time before you show.
over time your stomach rounds out. my pups cling to life in your womb. kicking. announcing their presence. rows of nipples bloom across your torso, ready to nourish the pups. it's immediately obvious to me you're very pregnant. but you know who it's not obvious to? your owner.
your owner is oblivious to your changes. they think you packed some weight on your belly from being fed too much. they reduce the portions they give you. it's the opposite of what you need. you're a dog growing our precious offspring. you need all the energy you can get.
you come to me hungry. not to worry. i will hunt for you. i return to you with assorted delicacies of the forest: deer, rabbit, squirrel, fish. it's nothing like anything you've eaten before. you wolf it down and ask for seconds.
doesnt fresh, flavorful, juicy meat taste so much better than monotonous, dry kibble pellets?
you start spending more time in my territory than at home. when you are home, your owner expresses concern why your condition is not improving. they call the vet and schedule an appointment. this can have only one grave conclusion: termination of the pregnancy.
you make the decision.
you wont miss your old home. my territory is spacious and freeing. there's consistent, quality food. and a loving mate. most likely your owner was going to schedule an abortion, get you fixed, and you'd never be able to have pups again. you avoided that fate.
you will birth soon. and together, we will populate the vacant forest with litter after litter of our wolfdog hybrids.
When your partner arrives home you're squatting in the luke warm bath, draped over the rim of the tub as you ride out the contractions that are steadily bringing baby down.
You'd been in here for hours - far longer than you'd intended, actually.
The only reason you got into the tub in the first place was to alleviate some of your late pregnancy aches and pains. You hadn't expected to go into full blown labor so quickly, but the baby has slipped low in your hips while you rested in the warm water and when you went to get out you found it nigh impossible.
"What's the matter, baby?" Your partner hums softly in your ear, rubbing a hand down your tense back as your eyes roll back to look at him over your shoulder.
You take a second to answer, your voice a bit rough after hours of its only use being low grunts and groans as you'd labored.
"It's - ooh, it's time." You groan out, rocking back into your partner's hands as the familiar tightening in your core begins.
There's a soft startle in your partner's grip when the words come out of your mouth, a tremor against your back, but you're too wrapped up in the sudden sinking feeling in your hips to think about much else besides how it shoves downward and fills the space between your thighs.
The tightening of your belly is fierce, drawing up hard and tight and earning a long, low groan of urgency from you for its efforts.
You need to push.
You need to push right now.
You part your thighs even further, spreading them wide and shoving your hips back closer to your partner's hands. One hand comes up to clutch onto the wash cloth bar and the other slips into the water and clutches at your thigh.
"Oohhhhh~!" You moan out, feeling yourself stretch and widen to accommodate the changes inside your body, "It's - it's coming, I can feel it stre-stretching me!"
Your partner's hands move down from your hips to your thighs, feeling blindly under you until he successfully finds your entrance.
"Oh!" He gasps in surprise as he cups your sex, feeling the heavy weight that barrelling through you pressing outward.
"What?" You grunt out in shock, too lost in the need to give birth to actually stop your body from pushing into his hands.
"You're - you're starting to bulge-" He says, his fingers feeling gently around the mass.
It burns a bit, a sharp spark of pain that causes you to whine at the intrusion, but suddenly the pressure doubles down as something insides you shifts and all you manage out is a shaky warning to your partner before you start pushing again.
"Ughhhhh fuck, babe~" You pant out, you back arching as the immense pressure grows too much, the sudden thought of feeling like a bottle about to be uncorked flitting into your mind, "I can't stop... can't stop pushhhiinnggg~"
And it's true, a sudden urgency filling you, screaming at you to strain deeply and get this baby out of you.
"Oh yeah, you're starting to open," Your partner says behind you, his fingers tracing the spreading skin of your hole, "Keep pushing baby, keep pushing."
It feels so big inside of you, the weight of it filling you to the brim and any second now you're just going to burst like a balloon.
And then, because the universe is funny like this sometimes, something does burst inside of you.
There's a brief second where the pressure dissipates, your hips dropping down at the release and your hole fluttering now that it's not being spread open.
That lasts only long enough for you to suck in a few lungfuls of air before the much bigger, much less flexible head of your baby drops down into place. You can't help the startled yelp that you let out, soaking your partner in bath water as you suddenly turn to face him.
Your hand shoots out and grabs ahold of his shoulder as you start to part around the head. He looks shocked as you squat facing him, your legs spread wide as you cling to him with one hand and cup your bulging entrance with the other.
The head wastes no time sliding through you, the mass you are cupping filling your palm almost completely as you grunt gutterally and bear down with a massive effort. It slips forward easily, spreading you into a year drop shape that has your thighs quaking in effort when you let up on your push.
You come down a bit dizzy, your head swimming from lack of oxygen and your opening stinging and burning from the stretch.
"Oh fuck-" You pant out, feeling your belly starting to tense with another contraction so quickly after the last one had let up, "Oh fuck, it's coming..."
Your head slams backward as you start pushing again, your belly drawing up tight against your frame as you start to spread even further around the coming head.
"Theresababyohfucki'mhavingababyyyyy-" You cry out desperately, your words cutting into a sharp groan as you feel yourself open into a wide, tight circle around the head.
You feel your partner's hands coming down to take over holding the head and immediately move yours to cling to his other shoulder, squaring your stance and dipping your hips low as you let out a long, low moan of urgency.
"Yeah there is, you're doing so good, love." He says as he runs his fingers over your stretched skin.
" 'm gonna... gonna crown on the next one..." You pant out, giving your partner enough time to prepare as you start to bear down and centimeter by centimeter your pushed open wider, until finally you reach the widest point. "It's gonna... ooooOOOHHHHHH~"
Your head shoots straight up when you feel yourself stretched into a perfect circle around the head, how the weight settles and how tight you've stretched and suddenly you're standing upright on shaky legs, pushing yourself desperately into your partner's hands to ease the pain.
"It's crowning!" You cry out, as if the man holding said crown between your thighs isn't aware of this. But you're far too preoccupied to be worried about the semantics of your words.
You bend your knees out awkwardly, standing wide legged and bent over your heavy middle. Your hands rest on your knees as you gasp for breath wetly, your body fighting to make sense of what it's feeling.
All too quickly the need to push comes back, and you find yourself dropping into a squat again as you feel the head start to slip through again.
"That's it, baby, that's it!" Your partner cheers over your primal noises, his hand keeping steady pressure against the crown to keep it from coming to quickly, "Push, push, push!"
"I am pushing~" You grit out, pressing your chin to your chest and bearing down, "Uhhhhh godddd~"
It's out to it's brow, the bridge of its nose, and you suck in a quick breath before doubling down on the tail end of the contraction and grunt and groan the nose out.
For a second then urge to push fades and the head hangs heavily from your hole, stuck halfway out as you whimper and shake as you adjust to the stretch.
It's not long before the urgency comes back though, your head falling back and your hands clinging to your partner's shoulders as you let out a long moan. Your body bears down without you needing to do anything, the head bulging forward once, twice, and then on the third shove down the entire head is out.
You didn't even realize you'd sunk down into a half squat, holding tight to your partner's shoulders as he holds the head in place while you catch your breath.
"Holy shit-" You pant out, bringing one hand down to feel the head that's now in the outside world, "Oh fuck, I pushed the head out."
"Yeah, yeah you did." Your partner says, sounding completely awestruck as he applies gentle counter pressure through the light contractions that are quaking through you.
You need a second to adjust, to let the contractions get stronger and the head to rotate before you push the shoulders out, so you spend a few minutes just stroking the baby's hair and touching gently at its nose and ears.
It's not too terribly long, though, before you feel the familiar tension of an oncoming contraction, and you puff out a few breaths before giving a quick push. The head starts to turn, a strange feeling that leaves you rocking your hips slightly to alleviate the pressure.
Once it's nudged firmly in place, you bear down for real and in exchange feel the heavy weight and solid form of the shoulders pushing against your hole from the inside.
They feel huge, unmanageable, and for a brief second you fear you'll be torn in two if you try to push them out.
Your body, however, doesn't get the message, and the next contraction you have is one of the most intense ones yet. Your hands go back to your partner's shoulders, using them as leverage to keep your heavy form upright as one shoulder begins to push through the tight ring of muscle.
"Fuck!" You grunt out through gritted teeth as you spread wider and wider, "I'm birthing the head!"
Your hips rock wildly, your body unable to keep still as it tries desperately to escape the feeling, all the while you're still pushing on the shoulder that's exiting your body.
Your partner tries to help by hooking a finger in beside the shoulder, tugging gently at the stretching skin to get the baby out faster.
Your entire body feels like it's narrowed down to this sensation, the feeling of a vacuum pulling it your insides and a very visceral reaction that you might just be sick from how hard your straining.
"Almost there baby," He calls over your painted noises, "Come on, big push."
The shoulder slips free suddenly, leaving the weight in your pelvis disproportionate and your hole stretched so wide you don't think it could stretch anymore that it already has.
You gasp and grunt, bringing yourself down as much as you can until you're on your knees in the tub, curled over your huge belly as you bear down for the last time.
It's a massive effort, your legs spread as wide apart as they'll go and your partner leaning over the tub as the second shoulder starts to come out.
""It's coming ouuUTTTT!" You cry out, moving your hands from his shoulders to his wrists as they hover between your legs ready to catch the baby, "It's coming out of me!"
And then, as your belly draws back so you can see the outline of the muscles under the skin and accompanied by a full on bucket full of fluid, your baby is born into your partner's hands.
You take in as much air as possible, your chest heaving for breath as you hold the baby to your chest and look up at your partner.
Oh boy. Loaded myself up with the eggs and then put my clothes back on. Sitting in my chair. Full of eggs. It feels so good. The plan is to pop them out in the shower later. Oh wow it feels good. It feels good to be full.
The first one came out nice and easy. The second one took about a minute of pushing I’d say. The third one took the longest. I was trying to push it out for the rest of my shower since it just wasn’t coming. By the time I had fully washed myself, the egg had made its way to somewhere I could reach inside me. So I held myself open a bit wider and with the next big push it came right out. Then I washed off the eggs and I was all done. It was so satisfying.
A pained yelp escaped my throat and my tail flagged in a desperate push as you pulled the second squirming puppy out from between my trembling legs, quickly getting to work on drying the newborn and setting it aside in a basket with its previously born sibling. This was the second litter I've ever birthed for you, and like last time, you were intent on having me whelp as quickly as possible so you could get me knocked up again with next season's show prospects.
I writhed in my pile of blankets, shifting onto my side and whining painfully as you probed my large belly for the positioning of the next pup. An ultrasound had showed six mid to large size fetuses crowding my womb, so with two delivered, there was four left to go. I panted as your hand palmed my swollen breasts, massaging and pinching each nipple along my abdomen. Doing so encouraged my contractions to return, and I whined loudly, gritting my teeth as the urge to push again rose.
You forced my leg open and inserted your fingers inside of me, commanding me to "Push, push, push, goooood dog." And I obeyed, crying out as I bore down, tail arching, raised leg trembling. You were able to feel the pup, and grab hold of its front legs in my birth canal. You massaged my belly and applied counter pressure as I pushed again, trying in vain to squirm away from your touch. I wanted so badly just to give birth quietly in a corner instead of being rushed through the process, but you don't get that luxury when you make your owner the most money only while pushing out puppies.
Another strong, painful push with your assistance brought the pup to a crown, and I panted as the large head slowly bulged and stretched my cunt. You tugged on the puppy's front legs again and I pushed on reflex, birthing the head in a rush of fluid. Another insistent tug and I bore down once more, the rest of the puppy being delivered with a desperate shove. All I could do was sit there and try to catch my breath as you cleaned the third pup and united it with its siblings.
I whined and shifted uncomfortably onto my back, letting my legs flop open to the sides as I labored for a few more moments. You soon returned, massaging my womb once more and inserting your fingers into my cunt to feel for the next pup. "Give me a push, dog." You ordered, and I strained hard as a contraction ripped through me. "Good mutt, push again." You spoke firmly, and I obeyed, howling in pain as you found the pup and tugged on it, trying to force me to whelp quicker. I pushed desperately, my belly visibly contracting and legs shaking as I fought to birth your litter, following each command to bear down. The fourth pup's head bulged behind my sore lips and you tugged again. I cried out as the head was born into your hands. "Last push, come on dog." You snapped. I didnt get a chance to process it before you were forcing me to push, pulling the pup's writhing body free from my puppy cunt. Just two more to go, and I'll be promptly knocked up again to repeat the process.
Hi! Horny Idea: an overdue man with twins at home with his husband, and they both have a pregnancy kink/birth fetish. So when labor comes, they try to delay it as much as they can so they can keep this very hot experience for them both going on and on until it’s time for him to give birth
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The air in the master bedroom was thick with a dense, penetrating aroma, a mixture of sweaty musk, lubricating fluids, and the subtle, sweet scent of amniotic fluid that was already beginning to leak. They were forty-two weeks into a massive twin pregnancy, and León's belly was a colossal sphere, hard as a rock and veined with bluish veins, stretching heavily between his thighs. For him and his husband, Thiago, the pregnancy hadn't been just a biological stage, but the axis of their most profound intimacy, and the onset of actual labor, in the safety of their home, was the culmination of their most exciting fantasy. Instead of rushing, they had both engaged in a deliberate game of withholding, an erotic pact to prolong the experience and savor the unbearable pressure before yielding to expulsion.
"God, Thiago… one more… it's coming down, it's really coming down," León groaned, pressing his palms and knees against the mattress, sinking into a four-legged position that left his anatomy completely exposed from behind.
His penis hung swaying, half-hardened by the intense surge of hormones and arousal, while just below, his swollen, swollen, and reddened cunt, flushed from hours of hidden labor, opened into a giant, congested tear. Thiago positioned himself on his knees behind him, his dark eyes fixed on the visual carnage of that crotch that defied physics.
The first twin, a macrosomic baby weighing over four kilos, was pushing with the force of a blind piston, causing León's perineum and anus to protrude outward in a taut, oval bulge.
“Don’t push, my love, hold it… stop the urge to push, stay there,” Thiago whispered hoarsely, sliding his sweat- and oil-covered hands directly onto the burning area. “Feel it opening you up, enjoy the weight.”
León let out a guttural groan that ended in a trembling sigh, biting the pillow to force her adductors to close. Her own mind was sabotaging biology through relentless willful denial, containing the spasms of her uterus with short, shallow breaths. When the contraction reached its peak, the crown of the first baby suddenly appeared between the furry, purplish lips of her vulva, a circle of thick, dark hair the size of a walnut that stretched the muscular ring until it was almost transparent. The massive friction and extreme stretching of the tissues, far from negating the pleasure, sent an electric shock straight to the most sensitive nerve endings in her front area. Leon arched his back abruptly, his eyes rolling slightly back as a spasm of pure, involuntary pleasure shook his member, spilling a thick stream of pre-seminal fluid that dripped onto the sheets. The pressure of the baby's skull rubbing against his labia minora acted as a colossal internal stimulation, transforming the pain of prolonged labor into a continuous, overwhelming orgasm.
"I'm going to come… I'm coming just from the weight, Thiago! Ah, fuck, push it in, please, push it in!" Leon begged, rocking his hips frantically, caught in the limbo between the agony of the stretching and the erotic climax.
Thiago, aroused to the limit, didn't hesitate. He slid his stiff, lubricated fingers directly against the baby's emerging crown and exerted a blind, crushing upward force, compelling the child back into the birth canal just as the uterus began a new wave of contractions. The clash of forces was both destructive and delicious: Leon's body thrust toward the mattress purely by reflex, while his husband's hand held him, amplifying the volcanic fire on the walls of his vagina. The repeated rubbing of the baby's head moving up and down the engorged passage caused Leon to explode in a full orgasm, a violent throb that made his member ejaculate forcefully against his own abdomen while his thick thighs trembled uncontrollably.
"Look at me, Leon, look how they open you up," Thiago demanded, slipping a hand under his husband's torso to roughly masturbate him, combining manual stimulation with rear pelvic pressure.
The restraint game continued for another hour, shifting from doggy style to a squatting position where Leon clung to Thiago's neck, using gravity to intensify the burning sensation. Each time the first twin's enormous skull threatened to fully emerge, both of their hands would join together to hold the head at the threshold, stretching their perineum to the absolute limit of their tomato-red skin. Amniotic fluid ran in warm rivulets down the inner skin of Leon's legs, creating a viscous, biological puddle on the bed they both trampled and dragged in their frenzy.
Finally, Leon's uterus, exhausted from Fighting against the artificial restraint, he tensed with a seismic and unstoppable force that shattered any attempt at denial. The first macrosomic baby descended suddenly, wedging itself beneath the pubic bone at a point of no return.
"I can't anymore… it's coming, Thiago, it's breaking, it's breaking!" León screamed, losing control as his body took over completely with a long, involuntary, guttural push, like the roar of an animal.
The lips of her pussy parted wide, losing all color from the tremendous tension, and the giant skull of the baby emerged massively, its forehead and nose peeking through the tissue torn by fluids. Thiago withdrew his hands, panting, to receive the life that the outside world demanded. With a final, heart-wrenching moan that released the accumulated tension of hours of play and erotic torture, the boy's chin gave way, immediately followed by the hot torrent from his shoulders and the rest of his body, which slid heavily onto the mattress. Leon collapsed sideways on the bed, his chest rising and falling spasmodically and his member still throbbing from overstimulation, knowing that the relief was only temporary: his belly was still immense and hard, and the second twin was already beginning to press against the bottom of his pelvis, ready to restart the cycle.
Sorry im advance I'm not sure how you like requests structured!!!
But would you be open to something with centaurs? Like the readers first time taking such a huge cock and their lover starting slow, maybe theres mutual masturbation or oral (super up to you, everything you write is fantastic) , but eventually the centaurs urge to breed takes over and it becomes rough but in a way the reader loves. Huge bonus points if it includes overstimulation, belly bulging, or squirting. Also bonus points for trans masc reader with tdick!!!!
He was scared of hurting you. Since the day you started dating, he’d been scared of it. The size difference was a big thing between the two of you, and you could understand his worry. But at the same time… You wanted him to fuck you raw more than you wanted him to be careful. You liked it a bit rough, okay? And he was a big centaur, able to fuck you so hard you would see stars. Of course you wanted him to destroy your hole.
The thought of getting fucked hard reminds you of that first time you got him to fuck you, how scared he was, and how fucking full you felt from the start.
“Come on, the tip is already in,” he says it trying to be encouraging, but it made your whole body freeze. He felt like he was spitting you in two, like he was about to create a fucking tunnel from the outside to your insides. You were about to be ripped in two.
“Just the tip?” You screeched, a bit of panic filtering through your words when you looked down and saw how much of him is still out of your body.
“Ye- Yes,” he sounded less sure about it right at that moment. You took a deep breath, and the sensation of being split in two receded, letting only pleasure in its way. “You can do it, babe. I know you can. Just a little bit more.” You cursed, arching your back and telling him to go a bit deeper…
At the end, you were able to fit him fully inside of you. Not only that, but it became what you most liked about your sexcapades. Having him fill you to the brim made you feel all kinds of powerful. But he was always so… careful. It was like that first time was burned in his brain and he didn’t want to do anything that could remotely harm you. Even if you were precisely asking for that harm.
But he would never hurt you. Or so he thought. Because on the second Wednesday of the tenth year since he passed his test, the heat hit him. And you were there, leaking and ready to be fucked within an inch of your life. Ready to be… bred.
And then he started talking. He told you about breeding you, about filling you to the brim. Until you couldn’t move because you’d be so full of his dick and his come you’d be unable to form a proper thought. And well… He wasn’t far from that because your tongue was lolling out of your mouth, and you were staring at the horizon while he mounted you like the monster he was.
His hand was on your t-dick and he was fucking your hole in a way not known to humans before. You couldn’t speak, you could barely moan between thrust and thrust, and holding your hands against the wall not to hit your head. You were in the seventh heaven.
Orgasm after orgasm rocked your body, his brain still coherent enough to bring you to the edge over and over, until it was almost painful, until your legs couldn’t hold you anymore, but he was there to hold you up while he continued to rut into your hole. And you preened, and you sobbed… Your legs were trembling so bad you could feel every single breath of his chest through his dick.
It was the most you’d felt ever, and at the same time, you didn’t know if you could hold it together anymore. But he didn’t give you any choice. He came. And came. And came again. Until your stomach was bloated, and you could feel his seed swimming inside of you. Every time you moved, everything inside of you ached in the best way possible.
When the heat finally passed, he pulled out and a river of come left your body, much to his pleasure, who sat back and watched how your pretty (his words) your hole looked right there and then. You weren’t fully coherent, though.
It’s so tragic that my little stupid doggie womb is empty and not full of a litter of pups💔
Fuck if my owner could fuck me full of her pups and pull and tease at my milky tits- I wanna be boy pregnant!! Boy preggers!! Knock me up and keep me full!!!
Imagining My little puppy tummy getting too big for me so I have to waddle around, hips bigger, plenty for my owner to grope and hold. Little pups kicking and squirming in my stomach- need……
I have this strange tendency to hold my breath during physical activity or when I’m focusing too hard. I have no doubt that the first time you breed me, you’ll have to remind me to breathe over and over again. Each time you push more of your massive cock into my tight, virgin hole I’d grip the sheets and inhale sharply, trying to relax my lower body and let you penetrate me further. My face turns red and my cheeks puff out as I stifle the noises my body so desperately wants to make. I don’t even realize that I’m holding it until I’m on the verge of passing out. I let it out and pant desperately, breathless as your cock keeps rutting into me, deeper and deeper. Before I even catch my breath fully, you hit against my cervix for the first time, causing another sharp inhale as my back arches. Would you slow down and refuse to go any further until I’ve caught my breath? Force me to warm your cock unless I’m taking deep breaths in and out? Or would you rut into me carelessly, whether I pass out or not? Either way, you’d flood my womb with your seed in the end, filling me up with your litter.
9 months later, I’ll still be holding my breath while I’m desperately trying to push out your puppies anyway. Each time I have to stop to pant in as much oxygen as possible, the pup slides back inside. I won’t make any progress unless I breathe properly. I just can’t stop myself from holding my breath.
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