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deleted first blog out of nervousness, lost some fun birth prompts 🙃 30+, she/they, birth/ovi blog + a wee bit of a scalie/terato kink 🐍

[bigpushes]

"Oh, another. Ohhhh."

A ragged breath rips from her throat as she rolls her head forward, grunting softly as her next contraction begins to build. Her legs are spread for you, thighs trembling wildly on either side of the bulge of her cunt. No head is visible yet, but her lips begin to gape and spread as her grunts evolve into a small roar, fluid leaking from her hole as she pushes in earnest.

"Ohhhhh," she groans, half delirious. "Oh, its- OH. It's comingggg." Her nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, face screwed up with effort as she pulls her leg further back. Her cunt bulges obscenely around the emerging head and more fluid leaks from her vagina, coating your fingers in slick as you reach forward to slide the pads of them over her folds. The skin is red, hot to the touch, and she whimpers as she thrusts her hips forward.

"Coming," she repeats, vouce clear with intent. And yes, yes it is. Her labia part as she shrieks with effort, exposing the smallest sliver of wet, dark hair. "I- I'm pushing. I'm pushing! I can't stoppppp."

Despite the bulge of the head in her canal, the crown of which has spread her labia to the point of turning her soft folds bloodless and white (oh, the burn must be delicious, if her cries tell you anything about the sensations she's experiencing), her shaking thighs attempt to snap shut, trapping your hand against her cunt. "Mmmmmphhh!" Her chin hits her chest as she pushes again, grinding her sore and swollen clit against your fingers. "'S it- can you- fuck! Oh, fuck. I need it ouuuuuuut."

The vice grip in her belly releases, the sides of it heaving around the shape of the child as she struggles to catch her breath. "So low," she moans quietly, comtinuing to rock her hips. "God, the stretch-."

And... well, fuck. The stretch. The burn. The teardrop shape playing peekaboo behind her lips. You brush your thumb over her clit, inhaling sharply as she whimpers in a way that let's you know she's preparing to push. "Ohhhh, its gonna come. Its coming. Its-." Her words break off rapidly, and the only sound that escapes her is a wild scream as the head surges forward. She makes an attempt to twist away from you, thighs clamped tightly around your hand as she shrieks and struggles to hold the child in.

"MMMMM, FUCK. BURNINGGGG!"

You press against the bulge of her crown, applying the smallest hint of pressure. With a small hiss, she forces her eyes open and turns to you, panting sharply as the child continues its descent. Her eyes are wild and wet with tears, and you appease her with a gentle smile and a soft kiss as you shift closer to pry her legs back open.

Completely naked, spread, and exposed, she hisses and struggles to no avail. The child sits at half crown; her clit is hard and pulsing against the ridge of its skull, and her labia are shiny with amniotic fluid and what you know to be her own arousal. Maybe you'll have a taste, you muse.

As her belly tightens once more and a groan builds in her throat, you shift your hand just slightly to completely cover her rapidly spreading hole. "Oh, you really can't stop, can you baby?" you croon, experiencing a jolt of arousal as the head surges forward against your hand. "Pushing like that? So... uncontrolled?"

"Get it out," she pleads. "I-holy FUCK, I need it out."

You wait a beat. Feel her push. Feel the head slip further out (nearly to the brow bone that time; you can hear the little noises she makes when it grinds against a sweet spot inside) and feel it retreat. Feel her go limp as she slumps back against the edge of the bed behind her, legs falling open as the bulge has become too prominent to deny.

"Oh, baby girl," you murmur, giving her clit one last gentle stroke to invoke a sleepy smile in return. She must think she's close. Poor thing. The size of the head, as well as the yet unseen shoulders, would disagree. "Is it starting up again?"

"Mhm." Roughly 15 seconds later, she hums again, reaching down to pull her legs back once more. "Mmmmm, here it comes. Oh, its gonna be out soon."

You beg to differ, but you don't dare tell her so.

Another push begins with a ragged scream that rises from the depth of her chest. "ffffFFFFUCK GET IT OUT. I WANT IT OUT."

"Then push," you command. "Be a good girl, and push."

[pushypuppyboy]

i’m a big fan of rapid pregnancy that isn’t too rapid, yknow? it happens over the course of a week, maybe. you think you’re just bloated at first. then, damn, i really need to cut back on the carbs. then it gets worrying. then you’re so big, and you keep feeling something massive shift around inside you, and it becomes unmistakable. but before that doctor’s appointment can come, your water is breaking and you’re pushing something out a week after you first had symptoms.

[pumpkinbirth]

🫄 🥚 2️⃣  🚜 🔌 🪑 🧠  for the denial game, perhaps, please! 💙

You don't know why you wake up equally achy and horny, but what you do know is that you have way too many tasks to get done today to properly tend to either of those feelings.

Once you're up, you stretch and yawn before wincing slightly, the movement seeming to have aggravated the ache even further. Grumbling quietly to yourself, you rummage in your bedside table for exactly two things—a half empty bottle of ibuprofen, and one of your personal favorite silicone plugs. You take the painkillers first, swallowing with a mouthful of tap water and hoping it tackles that dull throb in your lower back, before pulling down your sleep shorts and underwear in order to slowly, slooowly ease the plug into yourself, until a shaky breath escapes you once the base is fully snug against you.

There. With any luck, your body won't be sore for much longer, and the thickness of the plug should hold you over until you can tend to your personal needs properly. Tossing aside your shorts and pulling off your shirt, one of your hands idly rubs at your stomach as you go about getting ready for the day. It's been firmer than usual, rounder, but you don't really pay it any mind; you've always been on the thicker side, and you figure the pendulum is just swinging a little on the heavier side for now.

After getting dressed and heading outside, it's relatively easy to fall into your usual routine of cleaning, checking up on your livestock, everything else that's become muscle memory to you by now. Except, you find yourself needing twice as many breaks as usual; the ibuprofen clearly hasn't worked worth a shit, and at one point you find yourself bracing against the outside of the barn, breathing shakily through a cramp that takes forever to finally let up. The only thing that keeps you even mildly distracted from the pain is the plug still nestled deep within you, but even that is starting to lose out to the discomfort wracking your tired body.

You're about to say forget it and just head back inside, but by this point you only have one thing left to do, and if you quit now it's gonna bother you for the rest of the day. There's absolutely no way that you're going to walk the entire perimeter of your fencing, not in the state you're in, so you opt to take one of the compact tractors instead. It takes a little doing to heft yourself up and onto the seat, but when you do you find yourself pleasantly rewarded by the pressure of the plug being nudged just a little deeper inside of you. A small grin rises to your face as you start the tractor up, thinking that perhaps this will be more pleasant that you thought it would.

True enough, the consistent rumble of the machinery beneath you and the slightly uneven terrain of the ground make for the deepest pleasure you've felt in quite some time, and there are a few moments where you very nearly lose track of where you're steering. The cramps, however, persist just as deep as the pleasure does, leaving you gripping the wheel so tightly that you're positive that your knuckles must be turning white beneath your gloves.

It comes to a head when, in the midst of groaning and panting through a cramp, you run over a particularly large boulder that you hadn't seen in your way. The tractor jolts, luckily staying upright, and you let out a startled yelp as you feel something give inside of you. Rivulets of liquid leak out of you, trickling unevenly around the plug and soaking the seat of your jeans. Fumbling to put the tractor in park, your hands shake as you turn the key, needing the rumbling to cease so that you can figure out what the fuck is happening to you.

An embarrassed flush rises to your cheeks at the mess you've made, but before you can try and calm yourself down you feel it again, a banding of intense pressure around your bloated midsection that seems to have only gotten worse in the wake of your accident. "What the fuck, what the fuck—" you pant as you realize that it feels like there's something moving down inside of you, something big. Your heart races with a bolt of panic; whatever is happening to you, you can't do it out here. In a stroke of cosmic misfortune, though, another deep rippling pain clenches at you right when your hand grips the keys, and in your rush to clutch at your belly you end up accidentally ripping the keys out of the tractor's ignition.

An aggravated sound escapes you as you hear them fall to the ground somewhere, although where exactly is unclear right now. What is clear is that there's no way you're going to be able to hobble back to the barn like this, and whatever is moving inside of you doesn't seem to care. Clenching your teeth, you find yourself bitterly grateful that no one is around to see as you manage to lift yourself up off of the seat just enough to shove your wet jeans and underwear halfway down your legs, before settling back down with a labored huff. Sitting down again sends a clear reminder that the plug is still firmly in place, and your eyes widen as you realize you can feel whatever else is inside of you pressing against it.

"Sh-shit, shitshitshit—" you moan, straining to reach down between your legs. The base of the plug is slippery now, and it takes you a couple of tries before getting a solid grip onto it. A long, low sound escapes you as you ease the thick plug out, another warm current of pleasure mixing with the pain, and the moment it's freed you feel even more liquid come rushing out of you, no longer being held back. Your hands move to your entrance, surprised to find it still gaping slightly, but it becomes clear that it's because whatever's inside of you is very nearly out.

"Hhhgh come on, come o-ohhhhnn!!" you heave, your chin nearly touching your chest as you bear down against the overwhelming pressure inside of you. With one hand still resting between your legs, you can feel something hard and firm stretching you open, and the texture is all too familiar as it fills your palm. "Is…is that a f-fucking egg??" With every push, it becomes clear that is exactly what is coming out of you; not only that, but it's big. Your hazy mind estimates that it's definitely well over the size of an ostrich egg, if the way it burns as it stretches you to the widest point is any indicator. With one more ragged, desperate yelp, you give it one more heaving effort before the egg fully slips out of you, and you very nearly drop it thanks to how badly your hands are shaking.

By now you're an absolute mess; eyes bleary, head pounding, your body thoroughly soaked from the waist down with more trickling fluid. Your belly is slightly smaller, but it still feels extremely firm near the bottom, and you swallow thickly as you realize there's still something inside of you. Keeping the egg nestled in the crook of one arm, your free hand moves down between your legs again, and when you dip a couple of fingers inside you can already feel the shell of another egg.

Another harsh contraction grips you, but by now you know what to do, and your cheeks bloom scarlet with effort as you push hard. Your entire body aches and trembles with effort, and the only thing you can cling to is knowing that this egg is coming a little easier since you've been stretched so much by the first one. It isn't as easy as you hope, though, and you once again find yourself screaming through the stretch, before just barely managing to catch the last egg as it slides out.

You slump back into the seat of the tractor, panting heavily as you listen to the steady drip of fluids pattering against the small floor space, an egg nestled in each arm. The realization that you still need to find where the fucking keys got flung to hits you, and you let out a humorless laugh.

[labourink]

Prompt: "are you pushing?!?"

"Are you pushing?!?"

I growled under my breath as I released, my concentration pulled from my current predicament as my partner stood in the doorway to the bedroom. Their tie was barely hanging around their neck, pulled loose as they'd walked into the house, no doubt expecting to see me downstairs somewhere, belly rounded and back arched as I greeted them.

Instead, here I was, crouched by the bed, my hands pressed into the mattress to keep me upright as I puffed air through my lips, dark eyes peeking at them from under the hair that stuck to my forehead and hung in my eyes.

"No, I'm just practicing," I snark, legs trembling as another contraction rolled through, dragging my attention back inward as I pushed with it, feeling the head shove down, pressing against my pussy. It was just beginning to burn, the head starting to bulge, pushing my labia away from my body.

Heron stared for a couple more moments as I bore down again, my thighs quivering, none-to-subtly shifting to hide their hard-on. I didn't care too much about that at the moment, more concerned with the baby currently pushing through my hips.

"Have you called Rhea?" I glared up at him, shifting my stance a little, as if to bring attention to my exact predicament, the head starting to peek from my labia, lowlight shining off the amniotic-slick hair.

"No, I haven't. This one was eager." So was my body, desperate to eject the baby from my hips as I panted.

"How long have you been in labor?" I wearily glance at the digital clock on their bedside, then back at them, letting out a shuddering sigh as my womb pulled tight again. I bore down with the pain, fists clenching in the blankets as my body dipped a little, the head pushing my pussy apart further. I let out a sharp cry as the head stretches me more, panting as I try to keep from pushing too fast and tearing.

"Hour or less, I don't remember exactly," I pant out. "Now get over here and ca-ah-tch!"

[cherrise-rose]

Puffy pussy lips framing the crotch of your panties, fluid dribbling from your cunt steadily as the baby descends, parting your birth canal, splitting you open from within

[enullarts]

cw // birth preg

The struggle between wanting to draw a masc person giving birth but I also love drawing long hair.

Once again, full version on Bsky!

[labourink]

Selkie delivering a huge, fat seal pup right on the beach though.

Anon, your brain is HUGE

Absolutely fucking MASSIVE

You didn't mean to stare.

You really didn't.

But the scene playing out to your left was really hard to ignore.

Really, really hard.

Just like your cock, straining against the front of your swimtrunks.

At first, the crashing of the waves had covered her noises - something she'd no doubt been hoping for - but eventually, her straining groans and yelps of pain were too loud to be ignored.

She was on her front, arms propping her torso upright as she gave short, grunting pushes.

Just visible under her tail from this position was... a bubble - the amniotic sac, your mind supplied. She's giving birth.

You couldn't pull your eyes away.

She was too preoccupied to notice - or care - that you were watching as she bore down again, the sac protruding more from her, the dark shadow of the pup's nose just barely visible.

A long, grunting cry as the snout of the pup continued to stretch her, wider and wider and wider.

[wizardpregnant]

what was gales worst birth? A birth that had him struggling for a while

probably halsins twins <3 theyre both biggg, getting that first baby to crown was a lot of effort and time, and then he had to muster all his strength to help the second baby descend <3

[cumdumpboi]

So anyways i finally tried to do some quick sketch... Anatomy Is not good and i didnt really had a reference for this one but! Imma happy that i actually found s courage to post here my drawing ^^ in the future Id like to indulge more of my fantasies and kinks✨

Hope u like it 🩷

[pregobirthlvr]

I like the idea of writing a particularly difficult birth, so how about this?

2 / bed / 4 (extremely slow) / painful > Agonizing / No help / bath > bed / on side > squatting / Head first > posterior / Brutal > impossible / Second (you, female-minded)

Two for one

Word count: 1060

You woke up a few times during the night with cramping in your massive belly. Each time you tried to convince yourself it was just some Braxton hicks and went back to bed. That was until an unusually bad one had you gripping the sheets and crying out. When it was finally over, you made an attempt to sit up. It was quite the struggle with your massive belly and swollen breasts holding you down. With a bit of time you eventually managed to get yourself resting against the pillows.

Your contractions came and went through the day. Each one was getting more painful than the last and closer together. You found it harder to time when you could get up to use the bathroom or grab food. Each time you’d think you’d make it but a contraction would force you to lean against the wall in order to stay upright. 

Now it was nearly dinner time. You’ve been laboring all day and are exhausted. At some point you managed to move from the bed to the bathroom. Where you’re now clinging to the tub and fully screaming through your current contraction. 

The pain continued to grow and so did your voice. Finally, your screams turned to pants as the contraction started to die down. You shifted your weight between your knees and leaned over to start the bath. Your belly brushed the cold edge of the bathtub, sending a shiver through you. The water started to fill the tub as you shook off the robe you’ve been failing to keep closed. 

You weren’t able to get into the tub before the pain started to creep up inside you. Your belly contorting in time with your next contraction. You were forced yet again to grab at the tub and scream through a contraction. The water lapped against your hand distracting you from the fading contraction. You quickly realized the faucet was still running and the tub was getting dangerously full.   

You heaved yourself up, your legs shaking from the last of the contraction lingering.With just a bit of strain you managed to stop the water from flowing. The warm water was nice on your skin. You know the tub should be drained a bit before you get in but you were too exhausted to care. Water splashed on the floor from your massive body raising the waterline and causing it to spill. 

You had just enough time to fully sit before the next contraction was starting. This time you started to feel the need to push. You leaned back and tried to just breathe. Your body had a different idea. It wasn’t long before you felt yourself push. Your body took over and wanted this baby out. 

The baby filled your birth canal slowly and painfully. With each contraction you pushed with all your might. Only to move the baby barely an inch with each push. The water had long turned cold by the time the head was pressing against your lips. The next handful of contractions felt like the worst ones yet. It wasn’t the pain raging through your back and hips, it was the burning between your thighs. The head was stretching you far beyond what you would think possible. 

Then with a scream, the head popped free. You reached down to check for a cord. When there wasn’t one, you began to push again. The shoulders pressed against your hole only for a moment before they too popped free. It was barely a push after that to get the rest of the baby out. 

You lifted the new life from the water as it started to cry. You finally were able to relax. You held your new baby and started to drain the tub. Soon after it emptied you climbed out and wrapped yourself and the newborn in towels. 

You waddled off down the hall. The pain in between your legs made your waddle even worse than when you were carrying both babies inside you. A contraction started halfway to the bedroom, signalling your next baby would be born soon. You managed to take deep breaths and walk through the pain. 

It worked long enough to place your newborn in the bassinet. Then you collapsed to the floor. You arched your back and let out a deep moan as the pain took over. This baby felt bigger and you were already so tired from pushing out the first one. You didn't know how you were going to do it again. 

The labor was more painful than your last, the baby weighed heavily on your abused pelvis and pressed against your tender insides. You couldn't help but writhe and scream when your body told you to push. The baby was bigger but something else felt wrong. The massive baby finally reached your abused opening. With a shaky hand you reached around your deflated stomach and felt for the head. 

Instead, your blood ran cold as you felt the bottom of your baby. You almost let out a sob but was cut off by another painful contraction. You pushed hard. Then again. Then again. The baby barely moved each time. When you collapsed back after a contraction you decided it was time to move. Very shakily and gingerly you were able to pull yourself up into a squat. It was just the trick. The next contraction had you pushing hard. This time the baby stretched your lips open. You focused on keeping yourself from falling over as a distraction from the pain. The noises you made were purely animalistic at this point, grunts, moans, and screams all mixed together in an attempt to get the baby out. 

The legs slipped free with the last push. Then the baby's body. The arms and head were still securely inside. You reached between your legs and tried to pull the arms free. Only to switch to plant them on the floor to help balance yourself as you push again. You didn't stop even when the contractions did. It was harder but the baby couldn't stay inside you much longer. 

A blood curdling scream filled the room as you gave your last massive push your all. It worked and the baby popped free. You quickly gathered the baby and laid down on the floor as you held it close to your chest. 

[bigpushes]

Prompt: "It's burns... Noooo... NnoooNooo don't touch! Don't... nghhh... touch the head."

"Baby, you have to let me help you—.”

"No," I snarl, curling over my tight belly as I pull my knee up further towards my chest. The stretch of my hips helps to open my pelvis wider as the baby's head grinds its way down, pressing low and heavy against the burning tissue of my cervix. "I can... hnnnng, I can do this!"

You take a step away from the bed, hands slightly raised in a 'you're the boss' sort of way. "You're doing really well, baby," you murmur softly, your gaze fixed between my spread thighs. "You're absolutely right. You can do this. I'm right here, okay?"

I give you a frantic nod, taking a deep breath as I center myself and prepare to push again. "God, it burns," I groan, reaching down to slide two fingers into my puffy cunt. The head is just begging to slip through my cervix, and the pressure deep, deep in my belly is unrelenting. "Ohhhh, it's starting to come. I can feel it coming down!"

"Good, baby. Keep at it."

"fffffuckohmygod!" I turn to muffle a scream into the pillows as I bear down again, straining hard to pass the gigantic width of the skull through my cervix and into my birth canal. At two weeks overdue, I know just how big the baby I'm trying to deliver is, but any and all rational thought had escaped me when I'd reached transition.

I can't think about anything other than getting it out— I'm a mere slave to primal instinct, grunting and straining as I hold my legs open, sweat pouring down my face as I hold my chin to my chest. "It's there!" I gasp out, feeling the crown brush my fingers. "Mmmm, its coming."

I pull my fingers out and grip the pillow instead as I turn onto my side, panting sharply as I feel the head gradually moving down. "C-Can you see it yet?" I ask in a hoarse voice, letting out a frustrated groan when you shake your head at me.

"But it's moving, baby," you assure me. "There's a... bulge? You can definitely see something!"

I cup my hand over said bulge, growling through gritted teeth as I push again. The head sits just behind my furled slit, pushing my outer lips and my perineum outward. "Mmmm, burnING." Fluid trickles out from my cunt, and I know the head has made its first appearance when I hear your quiet gasp.

"There it is! Oh my God, baby. You're really fucking doing it!"

I choke out a small, wet laugh as I run my finger over the small, dime sized patch of slick wet hair. "Y-Yeah. I really... I'm doing it. I'm— ohhh, here it comes again. Gonna... gonna pushhhh."

"Slow, baby. You've gotta slow down." When I show no signs of doing that, completely lost to the pain of my yawning sex and my deserpate need to push through it, you hurry over to kneel in front of me. "Don't—."

"Can't help it!" I shriek, straining to get the head to emerge even a little bit further. It remains right where it is, stretching my red-hot lips as it slips out and back in, and then out and back in and again. "It burns so fucking baddd. I just want it out!"

You hurriedly place your hand over my own and I shriek again, thrashing my head to the side. "Slow," you stress. "You're going to tear, baby!"

"I don't careeee," I howl, too far lost to the throes of birth. "It's comingggg. I can't take the burning! Ohgodohgod, head's coming OUT."

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[gravidwithlore]

Still getting used to drawing on my phone, but here's an only partially half-assed piece for Mermayternity of a poor giant mer who tried to brace against some cliffs to give birth to their twins, but ended up getting stuck without the buoying assistance of the water when low tide went out. *old timey sailor voice* And if ye look close, ye can see that there mer ain't the only sea-farer with a babe low on their hips. If ya wait long enough, they're both bound to be in labor all at once!

[peachplums]

Cant spell pegging without egging

Sorry babe, the strap has to be an ovipositor, thems the rules

[pushingboi]

The mid afternoon sunlight filters through the window of our bedroom. I keep my eyes shut as I awaken, drinking up every last second of our siesta while I can.

You wake up as I stir, and watch through sleepy half-lidded eyes as I roll over my gravid belly to lay on my back and stretch, taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly.

I kick the blankets down the bed and curiously peel my shirt back over my bump. Inside I feel the lively baby squirm and kick, roiling about as if getting more frustrated about their own inability to stretch out. You reach out and snuggle into me, placing a hand on my belly, and I meet you with a sweet kiss.

I smile and place my hands beside yours, immersing myself in feeling the life roiling inside my womb, nestled safe and warm within my belly.

The baby chills out and stills for a moment, and just then my womb tweaks obviously, startling you awake. "Oh shit, was that a contraction?" You ask.

"Noooo..? Maybe..?" I play puzzled. "Maybe it's just Braxton-hicks?"

I can't fool you and we both know it. You jump up worriedly. "How long have you been having them? Did they just start? How strong are they? That one felt pretty strong.. Are you going into labour? Or already in labour? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Okay, calm down, calm down." I reassure. "If you want an answer you have to give me a chance to respond." I sigh.

"I've been having contractions for a few hours. They're getting stronger but I don't know how close I am. I'm still fine. They hurt, like, a lot. But not bad enough that I can't nap, right?"

"Shit; we've gotta get you to the hospital!"

"Fuck no. We talked about this already, love, and you don't get to decide to change your mind. No way in hell I'm going to a hospital. I don't need some stranger tying me up and prodding me while I'm trying to have your baby; you can do that just as well yourself, can't you?" I tease.

-

The evening sun shines in through the window of our bedroom. A cool breeze flows through the open screen and over my bare skin, the pleasant sensation a welcome distraction from the pain.

You rub my lower back tenderly as you watch over my labour. I've long since shed my shirt and pants, rejecting the hot and restricting fabric to let the rays of sun bathe my pale skin.

I arch my back as a contraction strikes. I lean into you breathlessly, and let out a very long groan as the ache tears through my body. Halfway though I pant to catch my breath, and then groan again. The contractions are getting longer, and harder, and faster, as they begin to fall into a rhythm, the percussive march that heralds forth the birth.

"Fuck.." I pant. "Fuck, it's so much. I can't.."

You run your fingers through my long hair as you soothe me gently. "You're doing fine. You're almost through this part, and soon you'll be pushing out my baby." I smile a little. You continue teasing. "Yeah? You like the sound of that, don't you? There's only one thing you love more than being this heavy and swollen with my babies; and that's getting to birth them out."

I tremble a little, for some motley reason of anticipation, pain, excitement and exhaustion. Just as the thought crosses my mind that I'm due for another contraction, it rolls in like a slow, long tide, enveloping my senses in the intensity of the pressure and- "Ah! Ah, oh god, oh fuck..! It's coming! Th-the baby's coming!"

I pinch my eyes shut and try not to howl with the brilliant pain. You move beside me and go to feel for my dilation. To your surprise, you meet the head already eagerly descending into my birth canal, waters intact.

"You're right, love, it's time for you to give birth. Are you ready to push?"

"Nnnnoo I'm not! It's- oh god, it's- nnn.. yes! Yes, yes, I'm puuuushinng..!"

"Good boy! Come on, the contraction's still coming. Push!"

It doesn't take much convincing. The urge overtakes me and I bear down, holding my breath and channeling the pressure downwards through my abdomen.

I break and take but a second to breathe before continuing. My face scrunches and my belly tenses, all hands on deck as I toil.

I gasp for air, winded from the effort. "Breathe, breathe, love. Take your time, your body knows what to do."

I lay back and stare at the ceiling, slowing my breathing, and rest, as the contraction has subsided, taking with it the excitement and urge to push. "I hope it's not to big.. I hope it's not stuck.."

"What? I thought you liked it that way. Makes it more interesting, doesn't it?" You wink.

I want so badly to be upset with you, I want so badly not to find that funny, but try as I might to deny it I feel the humour lift some weight from my body and something like a smile tease at the corner of my mouth.

"Is it crowning yet?" I ask.

"You can feel for yourself if you want. But no, not yet. You've still got a ways to go so conserve your strength."

I nod. I lay still for a few more moments and gather my strength. Just as the contraction begins I haul myself upwards into a kneeling position.

I take a few deep breaths and lean forward. "Get ready and push, love!" I steady myself. "Push!"

As I push I feel the difference with the change of position. Gravity starts to do its share, and while it doesn't do much for opening my pelvis, I can feel the movement nonetheless.

I feel the rhythm, finally, as it starts to set in. I rock back and forth and breathe and push, losing myself in the cycle - breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push. Breathe, rock, push.

The head inches downwards, boring its way through my flesh. As it comes closer and closer to the sensitive opening it feels different, more. It really feels like the erupting force threatens to split me open. I barely notice that as I've pushed I've leaned forward slowly until it's easier to make myself comfortable on all fours.

It's here, watching me strain and sweat, that you realize just how helpless you are. You shuffle around me to get a better look.

I grasp at the sheets, the bed, at my belly, at you, desperate and writhing beneath the intensity. I pant and pant and puuuush, puuuush, PUUSH!

My pussy begins to part as the head encroaches upon it. The intact sac glistens as it appears between my legs. Face into the bed my moans are muffled. You rub my back and comfort me in vain; it's all up to me now to give birth to your baby.

With the next contraction my body tenses. My legs tremble, my breath wavers and I sob through the pain. The sobs curl into a determined wail as i bear down, pressure rippling through my belly and hips. The head continues to squeeze through, stretching into sight bit by bit.

"Here it comes, love. I can see it. Don't stop pushing."

I obey, choking my breath through another contraction. I heave, and push, the head moving so slowly towards the world, gripped firmly within my birth canal.

The contraction lulls, and so does my urge to push, and I'm left with nothing but the awareness of the huge baby's position in my pelvis, filling the space between my hips like nothing I've ever felt. I rock my hips side to side, forward and back, savouring the sweet stretch and the bitter pain threatening to tear down my consciousness.

You look on with pride and.. oh such lust. You can't deny how much it turns you on to see me like this, bent over and stretched open before you, labouring and toiling while I give birth to your baby. The waistband of your pants is all there is between you and ecstasy but you resist thre urge to touch yourself.

The rhythm returns and I whine as I lean into the contraction.

"C'mon baby, push it out for me. Push it out!"

"NNnnnggghh.. I'm... pushing... as hard as I can.."

The head begins to crown, my bulging slit parting around it. As I release the pressure and catch my breath it retreats back inside. "Hah.. hah.. ha.. aaa-hhhhhnnnnnnnnngh...!"

I bear down with all my strength, working through the stinging crown. The supple skin of my cunt grows thin and tight as it clings to the slowly protruding head of our baby.

"It's co-ming! Oh fuck, it's coming out!" I cry.

You've got a pretty sweet view while I push for you. My ass in the air, bearing down while your new baby squeezes into view between my legs.

I sink down into the bed and scream into the pillow, the unquenchable burning of the crown battling the insurgent urge to push. My poor tight, engorged little pussy bulges all around the head.

"It's stretching me open… Oh my god, the head.."

I breathe and pant in desperation, the intensity refusing to quell. All I can think and feel is the baby trying to stretch through my abused opening. "It's burning. It's burning. It's so hard.. I can't.. I have to.. I.."

"You're doing so good babe. Feel my baby stretch open the hole I fucked it into. Breathe and let it open you up."

"I have to push so bad. I have to push this baby out.." I start bearing down again one push at a time. "Fuck, it's so hard! I'm trying so hard to give birth but it won't- GAAAAH!" Suddenly the sac breaks inside me, and a little gush of amniotic fluid trickles forth, but the big head stops the rest of the flow like a stuck cork. "AGHHHHHHHHHHH!" The new change in pressure shifts the baby and my vagina finally starts to span around the bulge. "That's it, babe! Push, pushhh, puuuuush!"

"Nnnngghhh... p.. puuuuuuuush...." I groan. I lean my hips back and shift my knees, opening up for the baby to come out. "puuuuuuuuush...!"

"puush... puuuuush...." I keep narrating myself. The head starts to crown fully, stretching all the way. "I'm giving birth to it.. the head is almost out of me.."

"One big push! Cmon, birth it!"

I hold my breath and force everything into one big push. "Ghhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaa-aaaah-AHHHHHHH! Ahhh ohhhhh, the head..! ahhhh..... ahhhhh..."

All at once the head shears out between my legs, accompanied by a cascade of fluid which gushes onto the bed below me, carrying the head to dangle out of my birth canal.

"Oh my god, it's coming! My baby is- nnnnhh puuuuuuuushh... puuuush..." The urgency is still there, it's not out yet as I feel the whole body stretch my vagina. "I'm fucking pushing..."

The body slides through ever so slowly, from the shoulders all the way to the hips, in one long push, and then suddenly, finally, the legs slip all the way out from inside me and the gurgling baby falls onto the bed between my legs.

"There's my baby, you did it babe! You did such a good job giving birth to it!"

[sunnydogslurry-deactivated20260]

huge need to be riding a girl while she's trying really hard to hold back from cumming in me after i insisted we'd fuck unprotected, and moan and whine and tell her she's doing so well she's being so good and i can't wait for her to breed me full, that im so close and she's going to make me a mommy while i help her wrap her hands around me for support, until she finally gasps and moans as she cums against my cervix and i kiss her and praise her and call her my good girl

[boyrth]

has anyone ever thought about seal pups for non-human birth. how heavy they would be. youd be swollen tight, waddling around weighed down by their blubber and fat bodies. maybe a side effect of carrying an animal with blubber would be craving for fat-rich foods. so you would become even heavier, gaining tons of weight yourself and struggling to get around.

then think about when you finally birth the pups crowning around the head and then struggling to stretch around their rotund bodies. all while fighting your fat thighs and huge tits. you’d be like a beached seal mother, fighting to move around and find a comfortable position to birth.

[coffeeandcrowning]

can we talk about pre-crowning?? when your lips are barely open and the top of the head just starts to peak out😍😍😍

[endlesslylaboring]

Gods, it must feel *intense* to have a head right on the edge of being born. Your lower lips are just starting to spread, causing you to whimper from the burn. But your body *demands* you to keep pushing anyways, regardless of how nervous you are, or how much it hurts