Nothing to important about this blog, just a little blog for big big bellies. I have lots of fantasies about being pregnant with multiplies and having a big big giant belly. Im kinda into childbirth to so that will probably be on this blog as well.
Imagine You Went on a Date But you were Both Breeders
A part 3 to a prior submission and this series. (<Part 1 linked) (Part 2)
You didn’t know how it happened but you ended up in the Facility again. For many different reasons, breeders were highly monitored. In the walking world, breeding was encouraged, welcomed in fact, and the Facility was more than happy to take care of the aftermath and thank you for your contributions to the world’s population.
It’s only when you got carried away that they would apprehend you, let you cool down for a little while, and then release you and your libido back into the world to continue your normal life…or breed every open womb that was willing to accept you.
As you lied on the bed in an itchy hospital gown, listening to the whirring sound of ventilated air, you smiled to yourself as you recalled what got you there. You were a breeder male and you liked to flaunt that fact. Since turning eighteen you found that people couldn’t keep their hands off you. Maybe there was some scientific reason, maybe you emitted a pheromone, but you’d like to think it was your good looks, charming capabilities, and it didn’t hurt that you had a massive cock.
You, collapsed by the side of a tree, shake your head. Your gigantic, child filled belly contracted harshly beneath what is now a mud stained nightgown. Beneath it, between your legs, was the head of your first born just beginning to bulge outward.
"I-I can't! Sir Ike, please," you whimper. "It's coming, it's coming, I can't stop it!"
The ring of fire was beginning to burn your pussy. You couldn't hold off the desire, the primal need, to push any longer. No matter how unsafe it made you. No matter if the cries of your newborn would attract the attention of the soldiers who sought your head and would surely take your childs as well. Your body needed to give birth.
In the distance, over the beat of your own heart in your ear, you hear the noise of armor and hooves stomping on the dirt and rocks.
"You can’t give birth here, not now," Ike drops to your side. "We're so close to the border!"
You shake your head. At this rate, the group of soldiers giving chase would catch up to you, but the way the head of your child spread your hips made it too difficult to walk.
Ike tries lifting you and you immediately stifle a cry as the weight of gravity sends your child further down. He immediately drops you back down. He was at a loss as to what to do. You had an idea though. It had been in your mind for some time actually. A technique castle midwives would use on mothers when the child was descending far too fast, wrong or when the mother wouldn't let themselves stretch. The amount of pain it caused made you hesitant to say anything, but death was looming over you.
"P-push it back in," you say between heaving breaths.
"But-"
"Please! You must!" Your face scrunches as you resist another contraction. Your belly quivers beneath your gown.
He nodded finally.
"Princess, take this and bite down," Your knight hands you the belt from his sword's scabbard.
You nod, taking the thick leather strap and putting it in your mouth. You hold on tightly to Sir Ike's free arm and your thigh, bracing for what's to come.
"I'm sorry, Princess," Your knight said as he put his hand up your nightgown and to the growing crown between your legs.
He presses.
You don't know what you expected, but the pain was worse than you imagined. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your skull. Your body jerked at the foreign motion of the baby being forced back into your womb. Your other child squirms erratically within your stomach. You bite down hard, trying desperately not to cry out in agony. Tears fill your eyes and your hands dig into their holds.
"Stay quiet. Stay quiet," you think to yourself.
Ike pushed the child back behind your open cervix. Your head is spinning, but you're still conscious.
"Come, we have to move," Ike quickly yokes you off the ground.
The rough movements made it so that your first baby began to descend once more through your full dilated cervix. This time though, you made a conscious effort to squeeze your canal as tight as you could. It slowed progress, but it made everything all the more painful.
Between short rests, Ike pushed the baby back a bit more. Each time you swallowed a squeal and squirmed against the unnatural.
Despite the effort, your large belly hung lower with each denial and your pace slowed. Each step would begin narrow, then your gait would slowly get wider until you were gripping your knees, swollen stomach contorting between them, begging for Ike to push the baby back in.
After a short trek, the two of you come across an abandoned fort. It looked as if it hadn't been touched in a decade or so.
Both of you hastily enter the castle, hopefully as hiding place.
Sir Ike leads you to a cellar. It was more like a small safe room beneath the floorboards, but the distinct smell of dried wine was in your nose when he opened it. He lowered you into the cobweb dressed room and watched you as you clumsily shifted your swell and body for comfort.
"Stay here, I'm going to throw them off the trail. If I've taken too long, go on without me," Ike closed the door.
You laid in the basement area for hours, waiting for Ike to return. Your legs were glued shut and you were doing your best not to scream at the head trying to squeeze through the narrowed path. Your stomach never stopped seizing on you. It was hard and often misshapen to the touch. You didn't even want to see what your gargantuan, labor ridden belly looked like after a day of being forced to contain a baby.
Your legs quiver with the constantly rolling contractions going through your stomach. You might not be able to bear any more of this. You romanticized the act of birth before. Being supported by your lover in the comfort of the palace. Feeling safe. Eager to bring your child into the world. But here you are. In a dirt caked basement, straining endlessly to do anything but let your baby come out. Everything you thought childbirth would be like was dashed in an instant.
It all began with a coup. The child you're carrying is said to be one of three to reshape the land, or some such. For that, your prince died a short few days after your marriage and nine and a half months later, the dissenters have erased your birthright. Some frightened nobles took all of that away from you over some barely legible tablet.You didn't believe in the prophecy, you didn't hold anything but resentment for the situation it put you in. Now, you only wanted your child to live a happy and healthy life. As far as you know, you and your Knight are the only survivors from the old crown.
An hour passed, Ike still had yet to return.
At this rate, the child was going crown again. You don't have time to mull it over, you move your hand quickly to the growing bulge. You take out the leather strap and firmly press on your opening pussy. It wasn't as bad as before, but you can't stop your body from convulsing in pain. Your baby moved against your rough contractions. You whimper into the belt, withholding the scream you truly wanted to let out. After you feel the head recede back into your womb, you curl around your giant, stiff belly.
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Time crawls forward with you still laying on the floor. Your body commands you to push without pause or remorse. It's difficult to calm your heavy breathing and keep your legs firmly closed. The pressure had caused steady spurts of fluid to come from within your pussy.
Even your breasts had begun to ache with pressure the longer you contained your baby. You have no clue how much longer you can hold on.
The sound of boots pounds through the foundation of the cellar. The sound made you jump. It was only a single set. Either a scout or Ike. You don't let out even a whimper as a strong contraction begins to twist your stomach. You can’t risk the noise.
The footsteps hasten. They draw closer. The door to the cellar jangles, then opens.
Ike's face greets yours and he jumps down with a bloodied sword in his hand.
You breathe a sigh of relief that comes out in a groan.
"Come, we need to move again," Ike carefully and swiftly brings you to your feet. " They'll be back on our tail soon."
You, reluctantly, begin to move once more and the giant head buries itself into your canal.
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After barely making any significant headway, you're back to gripping a tree's bark to brace against the desire to push. Your mind is fogged by only the words "birth" and "push". You can’t think about survival or death chasing after you.
Your baby is coming down. You try squeezing your legs together but it's no use. Your panting hastens and your anxiety spikes. Those hours of waiting in the castle broke your willpower. You don't want to, but you begin pushing. Fluid squirts out of you as you bear down for the first time. It feels so good to push. So good to give in. So good to feel your baby progress and crown.
But your knight is at your side in an instant. Ike quickly places his hand to the crown.
"Please, let me push! I need to give birth now! I can't wait anymore!" You say in a desperate whisper.
Ike bit his lip and averted his eyes. For a second, you thought he'd let his hand off the bulge. Then you felt his hand push into you. Your body was once again assaulted by your overdue baby being pushed back into you. You couldn't withhold the scream that roared from within and Ike doesn't stop you. Your throbbing hips buck, your stomach quivers and shrinks. You give into the pressure and push with the spasms, no progress being made. Your knights push ends just as the contraction does, and you're left in a panting, crying, disheveled state.
The pain left you paralyzed. The scream surely caught the ears of tracking dogs and scouts. Ike quickly scoops you up into his arms with some struggle and begins to jog quickly away. The sides of your stomach undulate rapidly with the still energetic movements of your child.
You wanted to push yourself out of Ike's arms. But, all you could do is writhe, clutch your stomach and curse everyone trying to kill you.
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Ike, strong as he is, continued to carry you. The last bout of denial made you nearly deliriously overstimulated. You couldn't walk in the state you were in now anyway. Just a few steps would send your baby right back to crowning. Not that you had the energy to move at all.
The border was still out of reach and you were drawing close to the line separating consciousness and the opposite.
Ike had noticed it, much to his own fright. Everything would be for naught if you were too weak to push and your body had begun giving up. The two of you wouldn't make it to the border if this continues.
Each contraction still made your belly contort, but they hardly drew the same reaction from you anymore. That was great for stealth. Terrible for giving birth.
You can only roll your head from side to side as the red skin of your stomach shifts with s
energetic movement. Your child was still determined to be born.
You and Ike break out of the forest's edge into a field of grain. Pair of large buildings sat in the middle of the plain. The sound of sheep and cows echoed and the soft light of flame candles came from them. A farm. You hope for a safe haven.
A stir came from near the house. A group of people came from around the barn and began approaching you and Ike.
An older couple, flanked by several younger. All of them looked dressed for travel or field work. Their gazes looked upon your struggling form with skepticism.
"What are y'all doin out here so late…." The old farmer man said before trailing off.
A sudden spurt of fluid shot from your pussy and the solid sphere of your stomach seized greater than ever. Everyone's eyes widened. Your face instinctively strangled a scream and your fingers dig into your belly.
Ike explains the situation to the large family of farmers. They seem to discuss amongst themselves for a moment. The risk of taking you in was great.
"C'mon then, get 'em to the barn!" The woman orders. "Gretchen, get the medical stuff from my room."
One of the girls runs into the house. The older woman immediately leads Ike to the barn.
The space was only half full with sheep and a few horses. The woman takes you to the back corner of the barn where nothing but hay is stored. Ike carefully lays you down in it. The girl from earlier runs in quickly after with blankets and a pail of water. She lays them down next to you and brings a cold, soaked towel to your forehead.
The older woman pulls up your soiled dress over your stomach. Its red with the stress of contractions, blue veins and stretch marks patterned the entire surface and your belly quivered with each labored breath you took. The shape of your stomach looked unnatural under the weight of the contraction.
The woman spreads your legs wide. That was enough for you to finally give in. There was no hand restraining you now. The head of your child shoots down your pussy quickly and your lips begin to bulge once more.
"That's it, bear down," the woman encouraged.
You cry and moan. The pure relief of finally being able to push unrestricted washed over you. However, the child had never reached full crown before now. You finally felt the full scope of the ring of fire. The burn made you want to scream, but you were still holding back.
Just as the contraction ends and another begins to take shape, you hear the sound of horse hooves and the clanking of armor. Your baby reaches a full crown and the woman puts her hand to stop it from coming any further. The knights hunting you had arrived.
"Farmer, have you or your kin seen a man with a sword or a woman with child cross your fields," a gruff voice echoes through armor.
"Fraid not. Only things here having babies are my sheep," the old farmer said dismissively.
"Is that so?"
You hold your breath. The old man was doing his best to divert the soldiers away from the farmhouse, but they were persistent. They interrogated over little details like the not yet dry puddle of your fluids in the dirt or if he'd heard anyone going in his farm. Each one came with a no and an excuse.
"What's in the farm house, old man?"
"Nothing but hay, a few animals and some donkey shit right now," The Farmer scoffed. "You wanna smell it or somethin'?"
Ike begins to draw his blade.
Your teeth grind into your lower lip as you contain a scream. The head was opening you wide and slow against the hand of the Woman. Your belly looks small under the weight of the contraction.
"Please leave, please leave!" You beg silently.
"We'd like to look regardless."
A few feet scuffed against the dirt. The farmer and his boys seemed rally infront of the knights.
"Ain't you say she was laboring? Why is it so quiet then? My wife had all these boys and girls and she wasn't quiet for a single one. I let you in my farmhouse and y'all gonna startle my animals and I'll be up all night."
There was silence after that.
"Fine, but we're checking the house," one knight said.
The old farmer grumbled and a set footsteps traveled to the house.
The woman was still holding the head, but she nodded at you to continue pushing.
You push slowly, your face growing as red as the strawberry jam you'd eat in the castle. Little squeals and whimpers sneak out of you. The ring of fire seared you more deeply than ever. If you had the energy, you'd probably be thrashing against the pain.
The head slowly but surely comes out of you with a splash of fluid. After a day and half, it was finally out. You hold in a gasp of relief. The child's body begins to rotate within the confines of your canal.
The shoulders were broader, taking their time to spread you to the maximum. As far as you know, the knights were still present on the farmlands. Your heart beat is in your ears as you struggle to hold in every emotion to keep hidden.
The old farmer peaks his head through the door. "They tore up the house real good, but the knights are gone," he looked at the huge head hanging out of you and your bare, oblong belly. "Well damn, you sure you aint having a calf-"
"Get outta here, Amos!" The old woman yelled at him.
He quickly ducked out of the farmhouse.
Your back arches and a howl rips through your lips. The strain on your flesh stung you in quick waves. Your large belly squeezed in more than ever. Your entire body shakes against the ironband of a contraction. Your efforts were rewarded with the shoulders popping out of your throbbing pussy and the rest of the baby sliding easily into the hands of the farm woman. Your long awaited child shoots through you with a torrent of fluid.
You fall back into the hay. Your heavy chest heaves as fluid continues to flow. You did it, you've finally given birth. The ringing in your ear subsides and is replaced by the small cries of your new baby. You tiredly look down to see the farmer holding a sizable baby in a blanket.
"A baby girl!" The woman announces as she ties up the cord.
She turned to Ike and presented a small blade. "Would you like to cut the cord?"
His stern features were quickly painted with a startled blush. He took the small knife and quickly cut the cord. The farmer carefully swaddles the baby and passes it into your arms.
Your heart swelled just looking at them and you realized your ordeal was finally over.
Your body quickly let you know it wasn't.
No more than a few minutes later…you feel something collide with your cervix. The contraction accompanying it starts slow, then it becomes harsher and more painful. You roll in the hay slightly trying to fight off the thought of what is happening. A second burst of water shoots from your vagina.
Everyone in the farmhouse snaps their attention to the fluid that just pulses out of your pussy.
The woman quickly drops back between your legs and feels around your belly. Then she puts two fingers up your vagina. You hope it's just the placenta, the other possibility would be far too much for you.
Her face stiffens.
"There's another, sweetheart," the woman announced. "You have to push."
You want to cry. A twin pregnancy was an extreme rarity and one that would be praised as good fortune for anyone in the royalty. But you cursed your fertility. You wanted it to be over, to be done with labor and pushing. Another contraction causes the side of your stomach to collapse in. A guttural screech comes from your throat while the surprise buries itself into your worn cervix.
Your canal was stretched greatly from the first, so the second is coming faster, but the pain is still intense. The cycle of pushing and desperately gulping down air. Ike and the farmer's daughter pulled your legs back to your chest, framing your still giant bump between them.
The second time feeling a crown makes you want to squirm and stop pushing. But your body isn't giving you a choice at all. Your muscles twist into knots and shove your baby into an even wider crown.
"You're doing fantastic princess," Ike encouraged in your ear.
You can hardly respond with anything but a loud cry. Your chin is digging into your chest.
The pressure released as the head popped out of you and within the same push, the rest of the body slid into the farmer's hands.
Your support drops your legs and you're back to being a heaving mess on the hay. Your belly, still sizable and stiff with contractions, shifts with movement.
You wanted no more. You just wanted to sleep.
But fate had other plans.
Once again, a few minutes later, you're assaulted with the spasming of your belly. It was a fraction of its size, but still firm and heavy on your body. You can only manage weak whimpers at this point.
Ike and the farmer woman say nothing as you fight the pressure again. You can’t see the worried looks on their faces, but the silence speaks for them.
"It's just a big placenta, sweetheart. It's fine." The Farmer tries to reassure you.
You knew better at this point. The hard surface spreading you open was too familiar to you and your laboring cervix not to know. There was a third child.
Your breaths are shallow and your pushes weak. Yet, the third child forces its way through your worn canal all the same.
Your eyelids grew heavy and the world became a blur. The voices of Ike and the two farm women were muted like your head was underwater. You had to push. You can’t lose consciousness now, not after all you've been through.
You can barely feel the sting of the head burning your pussy. Just the pressure and the instinct to get them out remained. You feel your lips open around the child, your ravaged voice rises in a horse cry. Your eyes begin to roll back as the head bursts out of its no longer tight confines.
Just as you feel your consciousness slip away, you feel release.
The third slips out of you into the arms of the farmer. Your hardly lucid eyes drift from one point to another. The sound of the third child's voice came to your ears and you fell into a deep sleep.
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The morning sun caressed your face. In each arm, you hold a child and Ike holds the third. A boy and two girls. Things were touch and go with you for sometime after the third birth, but you managed to stabilize.
The exhaustion still hadn't receded though. You fought to stay awake to feed your hungry newborns one by one. At the very least, you and your new children are safe now.
The family of farmers was already planning on leaving the country when they caught word of the coup a few days ago. Now, you yourself are hidden amongst some of their gentler sheep with your triplets snuggled close to your body. You are finally safe and the slight rocking of the carriage rocks you and your children to a peaceful sleep.
Would love to pump you full of fertility drugs so you get knocked you with octuplets, then when you're bedbound I'll put you in a chasity belt so you can never give birth again
It's been 9 months since you pumped me full of those fertility drugs. I am now huge and stuck in bed as my body holds 8 babies inside it.
The day has come and I have been in labor for hours. My body contracting and pushing one baby down at a time. The first of my waters gushes as it breaks. Flooding through my chastity belt and in between my legs.
It's time to push. I can feel the first babys head bulge and press hard against my chastity belt. I want to push.....I want to birth these babies but i know it's pointless as the chastity belt would hold them back.
I beg and plead with you to take it off, but you refuse enjoying watching me labor knowing I can only birth when you choose to let me, and that's not going to be anytime soon.
A girl is graduating highschool. She has been hiding her pregnancy from everyone, trying to act like it's not happening, but for the whole ceremony the contractions have been building. As they start handing out diplomas, she starts feeling the desperate urge to push. It's too late to leave but it's getting harder and harder to fight it.
Graduation Baby
Valerie was a highschool student that is one of the unfortunate few who got knocked up during her senior high school year. She was good at hiding it wearing baggy sweaters when her belly began really showing, convincing everyone in her high school that she's not pregnant.
All of that culminated to this day. In the ceremony, she was wearing tight sweatpants and and shirt, covered by her graduation robe, covering the whole body. While her belly is on the small side, Her belly was still swelling, protruding out of her petite body. She has been having contractions since this morning and thought of it as just minor stomach problems. Yet, the contractions continued to get worse, especially since she broke her waters in the toilet.
She saw the classes began standing up to receive their diplomas and her class was the last on the line. At the same time, she began feeling this urge to push. Her body began pushing her offspring that she had kept hidden from her high school.
"Ngh... not now..." She said to herself quietly. She closed her legs while she waits for her class to stand up, but the baby inside her has moved down with each contraction and landed at her opening before her class gets called.
"Oh.... fuck...." She tried to fight the urge but the head was starting to crown. Her hand went underneath the robe and she reached down to feel the head starting to part the vagina, her sweatpants starting to bulge out. She took deep breaths and pushed the baby back in and closed her legs tighter. even crossing her legs to lock it in.
When her class was finally called, she had to stand up and wait in line. Her legs naturally opens up and the baby began crowning underneath her dress. She tried to hold in the urge but the head kept moving downwards with each step.
Halfway through her class, she pulled her hand inside her robe again to feel the bulging head. The baby was fully crowning by this time, held back by the pants and panties. "I can't push... not yet..." She said to herself.
She finally reached the stairs to step on the stage. The urge to push was too much and with a quick push, the baby's head popped out of her. She felt the huge head dangling between her legs, the sweatpants working overtime to hold the baby.
She slowly climbed up the stairs, feeling the head brushing against her thighs before waddling towards the principal.
"Congratulations." The principal said.
"T-Thank you..." Valerie said, grabbing the diploma.
Valerie tried to waddle off the stage and get out, but the next contraction hits too hard and she doubled over, falling to on all fours. The cameras are watching her and she finally snapped, the urge consuming her and making her push and scream.
"OH GOD IT'S COMING OUT!!" She screamed as she pulled the robe and showing the public her hidden secret. Her hands tried to get the pants off, but the contraction was too much. She pushed hard, feeling the shoulders pop out and the baby inside her slid out of her into her pant leg, while everyone in the audience were shocked and the teachers scrambled to help her out.
Valerie, with the help of the teachers, pulled the baby out of her pants into her lap. Chaos ensued and the students were forced out while the ambulance was called to help her. She was escorted out of the school into the nearby hospital. She rested along the way with the baby in her arms, just glad that it's over...
Thinking about a full-moon curse but instead of werewolves you get pregnant again every month having to give birth on the night of the full moon your belly literally growing with the moon phases.
Bonus points if harvest and blue moons give you multiples
A wholesome birth where you're really embarrassed/shy of others looking at your pussy while it stretches so you put the blankets over your lap as you secretly try to push the baby out or you're sitting up and lean forward to try to hide the slowly emerging head.
You cry out and the ones who are with you realize you're pushing so they spread your legs and lean you back but you try to close them and cover yourself with your hands as you push again. They gently talk you into letting them look and you say you're shy, they finally get you to lean back and your partner holds you as you push, you hide your face because of how embarrassed you are but everyone keeps telling you that you're doing fine and that you're so beautiful.
Your once embarrassing labor turned into a reassuring and loving one, feeling like a safe space more then a birthing place.
Anon… are you living inside my brain?
This could actually be a reality for me 😭 i’m super super shy about vulnerable stuff like that, so it would definitely take a lot of coaxing to get me to even spread my legs, let alone allow anyone to watch me push. I would absolutely need full princess treatment 🥴👑
I also just love birth related praise omggg… “you’re doing such a good job, you look so beautiful pushing out our baby, you’re stretching so nicely, you were made for this, etc etc” is EVERYTHING to me
I come home to you so dilated. You gripping the sheets with a puddle around you. There’s no time for a hospital. I help you deliver the baby on the bed. No meds. No doctors. Just you pushing a big baby out of you, screaming and sweating as you panic and I try to calm you.
I thought I would be fine until you got home from work, but as soon as my water broke I could tell this baby was coming NOW. I’m a blubbering mess when you find me, scared to push but too overwhelmed not to, knowing that this is going to hurt like hell. It does, and I push for hours, but you’re there to help me the whole time, and even catch our baby once it finally gets out of me. After surviving that, I’m pretty sure I can handle another unmedicated birth for the next big baby you put in me.
forever dreaming about pushing a huge, overdue baby into it's father's hands. pushing on his lap, writhing in his arms, rocking my hips up to press the wide crown into his palm.
You're at work when you go into labor, you try to keep yourself from pushing but you feel the burning of the head slowly spreading you open, you double over and everyone sees up your skirt, your white panties now see-through thanks to the birthing fluids and they all get to see your baby's head just starting to crown.
I shouldn't have gone to work that day, I was on maternity leave and was one week overdue when my manager called asking me to serve tables just for today as they were understaffed, and being the people pleaser that I am I said yes.
So there I was feeling my belly contract as I walked from table to table "hnnng fuck" I grunted, the pain had been getting worse, as well as the urge to push, but I couldn't give in, not in front of everyone.
"hey Dave could you get this tray to table 9, I have to go to the toilet" I said to my colleague as I clutched my belly "sure thing Sarah" I nodded to his response and quickly ran to the bathroom to feel my dilation.
As I closed the stall door behind me I felt a sudden feeling of wetness on my lips and inner thighs as fluids gushed of me "oh fuck" I exclaimed as I realized my waters had broke, the pressure was getting worse as I felt my baby's head pressing on my cervix.
Luckily it didn't soak my uniform's skirt but my panties were drenched, and I couldn't remove them unless I wanted to give everyone a show "hnnng why do the skirts have to be so shooort" I grunted as another contraction hit me and I instinctively pushed with it.
As I felt my baby's head slowly slip past my cervix there was a knock on the door "hey Sarah we need you out there more people are coming in, are you done?" It was the manager "huu yeah be out in a sec" I answered.
I exited the bathroom to see that the restaurant was almost completely full "hmm this'll be a long shift, I hope you take it slow" I muttered rubbing my belly before I went back to taking orders.
The evening went on and I felt my baby making her way down my birth canal and I noticed some customers peeking under my skirt at my soaked panties "I hope they're not too noticeable" I thought to myself not realising that my lips were clearly visible through the now see-through underwear.
As I wrote down an order for a family I was suddenly hit by another contraction "mmmmnnngg" I grunted as I pushed, feeling my daughter's head right behind my vulva, their son went "hey mommy she reminds me of when you had Abbie" "shh don't be rude Johnny" she scolded him.
My face reddened at the exchange and at the painful feeling of my lips bulging out "ehm will that be all?" I asked desperately hoping that it would be "actually could I see the dessert menu?" The father asked.
I passed him the paper with all our desserts on it, as he and the rest of his family checked out the desserts I felt the urge to push again "hmmm already?!" I muttered to myself giving a small push causing my lips to open up making me want to scream.
As I bit my tongue to suppress any noises I'd make the kid dropped the fork "miiss could you get it please?" I did my best to smile and nodded, as I knelt forward to pick it up I felt my skirt ride up exposing my now see through panties.
"lady there's something coming out of you down there" the smallest kid went making me feel incredibly ashamed, I decided to quickly squat to cover my spreading lips, it was an awful idea as the quick change to a squatting position made the baby slip downwards spreading my lips even more, this time I couldn't contain my scream.
"huuuuaaaaaaa" I cried out as my labias burned, everyone in the restaurant turning their gaze towards me as I pushed "hnnnnnngggghaaa" I yelled, my baby now almost crowning.
I desperately tried to get up but as soon as I stood I leaned against the booth exposing my panties with the head right behind them to everyone "mmmmmmmnnnnAAAAAAAA" at this point I didn't care I screamed as I pushed feeling my lips stretch to their max.
I whimpered and cried as everyone looked at me "hmmmmgggggghaaa haaa haaa" I pushed again as the contraction were now right after one another, this push caused the head to come out tenting my drenched undergarments.
I breathed and regained energies to prepare to push out my baby as the more sympathetic onlookers approached to help "haaa haaa haaa" I panted as my hand went to move my now useless panties aside.
My uterus contracted harder than ever before forcing me into a squat for my final push "nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhaaaa" I cried out as my daughter slipped out of me onto the cold marbled floor of the restaurant.
"see mom exactly like you with Abbie" the kid, who's existence I had forgot about said, as his blushing mother got up to help me, needless to say after this event I asked to be moved to another restaurant.
Imagine you've been laboring all night while your husband sleeps beside you. You're hugely pregnant, overdue even, and you start feeling contractions before you go to sleep. You decide to wait until things progress a little, able to breathe through the pain as it ebbs and flows throughout the night. You toss and turn, maybe get up to walk around your house and labor by yourself. You try to get some sleep, sometimes on the bed and sometimes on the couch, in between walking slowly and rocking your hips.
Imagine you feel the heaviness in your belly move lower and lower, until it feels like a watermelon is lodged in your pelvis. You breathe heavily now, panting with each contraction and wondering when you should wake up your husband. You make yourself some coffee, waddling onto your back porch to enjoy the sunrise while you labor. You bring a towel just in case.
Imagine sitting in your favorite rocking chair, rocking though the intensifying contractions, moaning softly and breathing ragged. Come on, come on, something has to give. This baby is so heavy you can barely walk, you have to be able to push soon.
You decide to take a shower to ease the pain, passing your still-sleeping husband on your way to the bathroom. You're thankful one of you has gotten rest before what's about to happen.
Imagine closing the bathroom door behind you and climbing into your shower to let the warm water run down your back. Oh, God, that feels so much better. Your hips ache from carrying the weight of your child, so you squat in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. Imagine the warmth seeping into your back from the shower as another contraction hits you. Ohhh, and this one hurts so much you let out a gentle moan. You grip your belly, unable to see your vagina to see how close you are to delivering but feeling how warm and tight it feels under your hands. The pressure is so great….until it isn't.
Imagine the gush of your water breaking, the gasp of surprise as all that pressure is relieved in an instant. Your belly feels softer for a bit, in between contractions. Feel how much water is pouring out of you, know that you're almost ready. You finish rinsing off and turn off the water, drying off and grabbing some fresh towels before climbing into bed beside your husband.
You face away from him, lying on your side with a pillow between your legs to let you rest without impeding the baby's progress. You try to get some rest in between contractions, breathing deeply. It feels so much better now that your waters broke, you can feel the baby moving towards your cervix.
A contraction hits you, and you squirm against the pressure building up again in your hips. You breathe heavily, your belly heaving and round. Something tells you to prop up your leg while you lay on your side. This opens up your hips to make more room, your baby moving through your body slowly with each contraction.
Imagine your husband gently waking up behind you. You're spooning in bed, his hand lazily stroking your middle, oblivious to what's happening right now. Imagine moving his hand down to the bulge forming between your legs, the baby's head filling your birth canal in between contractions. That's it, feel me push into your hand, love.
Imagine your husband suddenly awake, about to panic, until you reassure him everything is fine and that the baby's almost here. So you lie on your side, your husband spooning you from behind and holding up your leg to help you, and start pushing.
You reach down, huffing and puffing through the burning in your pussy as the head crowns.
"Keep going, you're so strong. Keep pushing," your husband whispers in your ear. You let out a little cry after a hard push, the head filling your hands until it fully emerges.
"The h-head is out…f-feel," you pant, catching your breath to prepare for the next contraction. Your husband, still holding your leg back, slowly adjusts position to reach down with his other hand.
"Oh my God, you're doing incredible," he murmurs, holding up the head of his child hanging out from between your legs. It's huge, the baby must be at least eight pounds.
Imagine your husband looking down at the sight of you, lying languidly in your bed, stomach hard and low, panting heavily at the enormous pressure in your tenderest areas. The sight of his baby hanging out of his beautiful, birthing wife is too much and he leans down to kiss you, planting kisses on your forehead when your breathing quickens at the start of another contraction.
Imagine burying your face into your pillow, drawing your legs back, and pushing as hard as you can. You're covered in sweat now, the hardest part of your labor almost over. You husband holds your leg with one hand, staring down at you mesmerized. This baby is huge, but it's sliding out of you a little at a time, your pushes coming one on top of another now.
Imagine it's time. Spread your legs a bit wider, and push. Puuuush. Imagine your partner exclaiming in delight, but you're too focused on giving birth to register what he's saying. He reaches down to cradle the head and body as the rest wriggles out of you.
Imagine your partner holding your freshly-born baby and kissing you fiercely, telling you he can't wait to watch you do that again.
