I’m Honey, nonbinary/transmasc-ish (they/he), 27. Into preg, breeding, labor, etc. Minors DNI 🔞(will block if you don’t have age in bio/pinned)
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Impregnation/breeding (t4t is a bonus 👀), birth/labor (contractions, shouts of pain, impending sense of something coming 🥵), belly content by/for/of trans folks
The stuff after birth (as soon as there’s a whole-ass baby in the frame - fine for fluff scenarios of cute couples but not for horny content), inflation via air/food (cumflation is a maybe), preg in other body parts (like boob pregnancy), scat, vomit
RP?
While I’m not looking to do any lengthy/private rps, the ‘character’ Honey is a lot of things, Honey is my self-insert sona I shove in whatever media I wanna get knocked up in, and Honey is also what I go by. I will sometimes post pics with a belly (tagged as #pregbellyrp) and my inbox is open to hear how you got me in this state and what you’re gonna do with me now 😉
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ouuugh okay. another piece done from @bigbarabelly's preg sketchbook. originally this was intended as an illustration for a piece of writing I'll probs put out uhhhhhh tomorrow, but I decided it looked too contemporary and wanted to lean into that vibe. had a LOT of fun with this and really got into it.
do you think you could do a domestic and fluffy overdue pregnancy with a very worried partner? not dramatically overdue just maybe a week or so, with twins? I really liked get it out and I need inspo : )
((This one took ages to finish but MERRY CHRISTMAS (to those who celebrate it)!!! Thanks for being so patient with me it truly does mean a lot :') This is a long one but y'all are gonna like it!))
CW: Sex during labor, rapid birth, unplanned home birth
Nate groaned at all of the pressure in his lower body. The twins that strained his womb were pressing on everything, including his bladder that felt like it would explode if he didn't get up to relieve himself but at the same time, he didn't want to be untangled from the thick, hairy arm that was wrapped around his middle. As much as he wished to stay, he knew that any wetness in the bed would lead to all hell breaking loose with Alex thinking he was in labor and refusing to believe otherwise.
As expected, Alex's arm tightened around his belly when he felt his husband inching his way towards the edge of the bed, stopping him in his tracks. Nate sighed but smiled at the feeling of warm lips pressing against the nape of his neck while Alex's large hand rolled all over his swell in large, slow motions.
"Where you goin'?" He drawled out, sleep so heavy in his voice Nate could barely make out what was asked.
"I'm just going to the bathroom, unless you'd prefer it if I wet the bed?" Before he could finish his question, Alex was removing the sheets and rolling off his side of the bed. "Alex, I can do this on my own. Go back to bed."
He waved him off as he lumbered his way to the other side of the bed. "Just because you can doesn't mean you should."
That saying was used against him like clockwork at the end of his pregnancy.
"But you have work in the morning."
"It's just one meeting and I'll be back home in a few hours. Come on, big guy."
Despite his annoyance, Nate didn't reject the assistance at all and wrapped an arm around Alex's neck with the other cradling his firm belly. A pop in his hip had Nate hissing as he was dragged up to his feet faster than expected. The babies jostled around with what little space they had left to occupy and Alex paused when a moan escaped his throat as the full weight of the twins in his pelvis made him want to lay back down.
"Too fast?"
Nate needed a few seconds to breathe and blink through the intense pressure behind his opening. The only response he could manage was a nod as the babies shifted into new positions now that he was on his swollen feet. At five months pregnant, it was cute and endearing to feel them flip around but now at a week past his due date, they'd grown so big everything was beginning to feel unnatural. And Nate swore he could feel the frustration in their movements as well. All three of them were done with this pregnancy.
He ached and sometimes contracted when they moved due to the sheer size that was partly from being overdue and mostly from his husband being so damn huge. Alex warned him that his babies would be hard to handle when Nate finally decided to take the challenge of carrying his kids. It was a warning he never took seriously until he looked ready to give birth at the end of his second trimester.
Unconsciously, he began to rock his hips as Alex kneaded his drum-tight belly. He thanked every god above that he'd gotten knocked up by such an attentive, loving man. He barely had to ask which places needed to be massaged or rubbed. By now, Alex could read his body and tell exactly where his strong hands were needed. And if Nate just needed an anchor to hold on to through the pain much like he was now, he was great for that too.
A head settled right behind his cervix as the lower baby turned and shifted downward. Nate took an experimental step forward and felt it fall further into place as the babe higher up pushed down on the first. He gasped at the sudden and intense increase in pressure, leading Alex to turn him around and squeeze his hips for counter pressure until he felt Nate relax under his hands with a groan.
"Ugh… head's fat like yours." Sighed Nate as he straightened himself up with his back to Alex's chest.
He could feel the rumbling of a quiet chuckle against his back. "You don't mind my fat head when it's between your legs."
Nate laughed as Alex planted a series of playful kisses all around the side of his face and neck before batting him away. Alex remained next to the bed as he watched Nate carefully waddle to the bathroom. Walking him there is something he would've done himself if he knew Nate wouldn't snap, saying his legs weren't broken and he didn't need help getting around but he for sure couldn't get off the toilet on his own anymore.
Come morning, Alex was grateful for how heavily Nate slept this late in his pregnancy. A conversation the day before about what he'd do while Alex was at the mandatory meeting included Nate gushing about the breakfast he planned to whip up once he was able to get out of bed. A stack of three pancakes with strawberries and bananas and warm maple syrup drizzled over the top. Scrambled eggs, grits, and a few biscuits on the side made up the rest of the meal that sat on a tray Alex was carrying to the bedroom. He didn't want to wake Nate –even though he was usually up from the twins roused and stretching out in the confines of his tight womb– but wanted him to have the option of eating his food while it was still hot.
He fully expected the scoff that left Nate after he was gently shaken with the smell of the food so close hitting him the moment he opened his eyes. "You just can't let me do anything, can you?"
"Nope." Alex quipped as he set two glasses of water and orange juice on the night stand. A small kiss was planted on the pregnant man's forehead before he bent down to place two on his belly. "I won't be too long."
The very second he walked away, Nate began longing for him. Mornings were usually spent with Alex's arm cradling the massive belly he'd gifted his husband while peppering him with kisses until Nate grew annoyed. Now he was annoyed that it wasn't happening this morning, but he was sure there would…
A pinch on his cervix made him gasp and grip the base of his belly. He didn't say anything, but he'd been having spaced out contractions since the previous afternoon. Alex made a comment on how his belly was more lopsided and lower than usual. It was hanging when he got up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and even lower this morning. Every contraction, no matter how small, forced more pressure into his pelvis as his babies were shoved towards their only exit.
This one, however, flipped that natural switch in his brain that told him this might be real labor. When he dug his fists into the sheets and leaned forward on them, he lifted his hips to lessen the pressure but that only made him realize how full his bottom felt. He recalled the article that said that fullness along with the need to run to the bathroom was normal and it meant nothing more than the head of the baby preparing for birth. He was suddenly grateful for the hours upon hours of content he and Alex had consumed on pregnancy and childbirth but wished there were other options for alleviating the pressure without popping the babies out.
After the contraction subsided, Nate made quick work of the more than delightful breakfast that was left on the bed. Instinct kicked in when the meal was finished and he was struck with the urge to clean. Within two hours he'd done everything from vacuuming and mopping the floors to wiping down all the countertops to clearing dust off their fans to finally rearranging things in the nursery. All while stopping for the contractions that were present enough to make him pause and rock his hips but not frequent enough to make him worry about rushing to the hospital.
He suddenly decided he needed a bit of sunlight and hauled himself outside to grab the mail. By now the strain was exaggerated in his walk. The engaged head of their first kept his legs apart with one hand digging into his back and the other cupping the underside of his belly. His entire body swayed from side to side as he leaned back from the weight in the front dragging him down.
By the time he reached the brick mailbox, another contraction was adding pressure to his hips. With his fingers digging in to his underbelly, he pressed up against the lowest baby to get the weight off his cervix even a little bit, but it proved useless. The pain came with an intense ache in his lower back that had him leaning heavily against the mailbox with both hands now aggressively rubbing his back.
He breathed deeply as he and Alex had practiced together many times but the contraction suddenly built up to a lightning bolt of pain in his lower back and belly that made him gasp. He was just grateful that none of their neighbors were around to see him nearly in labor against the mailbox. Even though birth still felt far away, he told himself to grab the mail and waddle back to the house. Before he could do that, his phone began to vibrate. It was Alex.
Nate released a deep breath and focused on evening out his voice as he answered. "Alex?"
"You look like you're about to have my babies on the driveway."
"What?" With a furrowed brow he lowered the phone and looked around for any sign of Alex's SUV. Then he remembered. Just above the garage in the corner was a motion activated camera that had been aimed at him the whole time. As soon as it sensed movement, a live feed was sent straight to their phones. With his notifications for it turned off, Nate forgot it even existed. "You can't be serious…"
"Go back inside, please."
"I'm getting the mail, not cutting the damn grass. And shouldn't you be in a meeting?" Nate asked as he grabbed the mail and began his trek back towards the house.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Alex…"
"I stepped out to use the restroom when I got pinged and saw you ready to collapse next to the mailbox."
"Just a little back pain." Nate muttered.
He was now huffing as he waddled back up the driveway. He didn't want to say it to Alex but he was right about going back to the bed. The head was so low that sitting was no longer an option and he was longing for a pillow under his belly with two stacked between his legs to help with the pressure…
But the living room still needed to be tidied.
"Go lay down. I can finish up whatever else needs to be done when I get home in a bit." Alex knew the nesting was natural and unavoidable but the way Nate was waddling had him worried that he might lose his balance and hurt the three of them.
"Yeah. Sure. I'll do that."
He could hear his husband's sigh of defeat on the other end. "Just don't hurt yourself. I'll be home in a couple hours."
Nate returned to the house and cleaned until his hips begged for rest but the tightness in his back kept him up and moving. He decided to wait for his husband in the kitchen and brace himself on the countertops as contractions rolled through. Twenty minutes of pacing and moaning passed before the unmistakable sound of the garage door going up was heard just as a contraction was releasing him.
"Thought I told you to lay down." Said Alex as he set his laptop bag down on the counter.
"Well, hello to you too." Nate sneered. Alex closed the gap between two of them and as soon as he was within reach, the larger man's hands went straight to his stuffed belly before he leaned down for a slow kiss.
"Hi." Alex huffed after pulling away. "How you feelin'?"
"Like your kids are about to fall out of me. They're so much lower than they were yesterday." Nate sighed and cradled his belly to emphasise his discomfort. "And contractions are getting a bit closer than last night too."
"How close?"
"About six minutes."
He hummed in response. "Do you need me to check?"
Nate winced at the question. He was uncomfortable enough without Alex poking around up there but he felt like he should be at five by now. Confirmation would be helpful for sure.
"Yeah, let's do it."
After bracing himself on the counter, Nate pulled his pants down just enough for a hand to slip through. As expected, the moment Alex's fat fingers brushed his cervix, his womb seized. A whimper escaped him and Alex brought the other hand around the underside of his belly and kneaded the reddened skin struggling to contain his load.
"I know, baby." He whispered with his lips on Nate's shoulder as he measured his progress.
"C-can you feel my bag? Aaaahhhhh…"
Alex frowned and shook his head. "No. You're barely open down there."
"You have to be fucking kidding me." Nate exhaled as the fingers left his hole.
"But you think this is it? Are they ready?"
"It has to be. They've been ready."
Only they weren't.
He was proven wrong when three days passed with Nate feeling closer to birth with each passing hour. Contractions would space out as soon as they got close enough for him to think they were serious. They went to the hospital twice with Nate nearly having an emotional meltdown in the car when they were sent home the second time. Despite his cervix growing weak from the pressure of the head pressing on it and his pained pleas for help, they were told by multiple doctors that his cervix wasn't open enough for him to possibly feel that close. And with the birth ward as busy as it was, they were advised not to return until Nate's water broke. Alex made sure to submit a complaint to HR as he watched Nate grow increasingly stressed by the prolonged labor.
The head of their first baby was wedged deep down in the bowl of his pelvis and kept his legs spread wide. Nate swore he could feel it getting bigger between his legs every day and as a result, he couldn't do anything on his own without a stabbing pain in his crotch.
Alex didn't mind the fact that Nate had become dependent on him for everything, more than he had been for the past ten months. That dependance mostly consisted of Alex helping him limp to the bathroom to shower and relieve himself before hauling him back to bed with every meal being brought to him. The princess treatment would have been far more enjoyable had Nate not felt like a ticking bomb ready to explode.
Three days in, he started doing everything he could to induce labor naturally. Castor oil, yoga ball, spicy food, curb walking. Nothing worked. Nate suggested sex multiple times but Alex was adamant about not hurting him or the babies with his size. The only thing that changed his mind was four days after the pains started when he came home from the grocery store to the sound of Nate weeping in their bedroom. The protective husband in him dropped the bags and bolted across the house, fully prepared for the worst.
But all he saw was Nate laying on his side with three pillows stacked between his legs. He cried with wiggling hips and a hand pressing upward on his rear. Alex ran over to the side of the bed and began feeling around his overwhelmed womb.
"Love, what's wrong? What are you feeling?"
"It's on something!" He yelped out as his hips jerked in agony. "It's sitting on something, Alex. Oh, GOD it hurts! Fuck!"
"Where's the pain?"
"Everywhere. I don't know. God, I don't know I just need it to move. It needs to move now!"
Alex's hands hovered over where the lowest baby sat heavy at the bottom of his belly. When he pressed against the bulk Nate cried out as the motion only pushed the babe further down onto whatever nerve or bone it was resting on. With a gasp and a pang of guilt, Alex went from pressing on his lower belly to rubbing the stretch marked skin. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, my love."
"Alex, I need it. I need it now, please!" Nate cried out as he pulled himself about with his arms as if he were trying to drag himself away from the pain. His legs were utterly useless at this point and had been for about a day now. Miserable was an understatement. It was down right intolerable. "I'm tired, I can't walk, I can hardly breathe, babe, please! I need this to be over, I can't take it! I'm sorry."
Alex thought about trying the hospital again but the last thing he wanted was to give Nate false hope and get sent home a third time. After their second rejection, they agreed to leave after his water broke since that seemed to be the only way they'd give him a room. He wished there was another within a reasonable distance but the next major facility with a birth ward was so far there's no way Nate would make it there comfortably. The guilt of putting his husband in such a state was beginning to eat him.
And the guilt increased tenfold because, to his surprise, he'd become aroused looking at his tiny and comically overstuffed husband.
His babies had only grown since the day they assumed he was in labor and Alex truly began to worry when Nate woke up complaining about being out of breath in his sleep. His brood had grown so large and the limited space meant the second baby had no choice but to push up and squeeze its father's lungs. There was simply no room left. Alex felt disgusted with himself over the past few days as he hardened every time Nate begged to give birth.
I did this to him. Alex thought to himself as blood began to rush down to his dick.
I did this to him. His stomach churned with shame over the fact that he knew his babies would be bigger than Nate's hips could handle but he pumped him full anyway. It was a shitty feeling even though Nate was begging to be impregnated.
"Alex." He was pulled out of his mind and his eyes were back on Nate and his stomach that was badly bulging with his twins. He could barely speak between heavy breaths and tearful eyes. "They're pushing down… they're ready… I just need you to-"
Alex winced as he was cut off by a contraction that knocked out whatever air he had left in his lungs. He kept his eyes on Nate' belly as skin and muscle caved in on the twins, barely even registering the fact that he'd unzipped his pants while watching his husband fight through the throws of labor.
By the time the pain was over, Alex was on the bed with nothing but a t-shirt on. Nate looked at him and smiled. It was shaky and weak but the first time he'd done so in days. Alex wasted no time kissing it away while groping his stomach and weeping breasts. Nate slid his hands under the thin shirt and did the same, squeezing Alex's stomach and chest just the way he liked.
Both of them were panting when the kiss was broken and Alex leaned back before removing the pillows between his legs. "We need a word."
Nate helped by grabbing another one and tossing it to the side. "A word?"
"If it's too much. You gotta say something so I know if I need to stop."
"You'll stop when my water breaks."
"Love, I'm not doing this without one."
Nate scoffed. "You can't come up with one?"
"You'll be the one screaming it." Alex growled in his ear and Nate was hit with the urge to push the man nipping away at his neck onto his back and ride him aggressively until his cervix was bruised and his sac popped. He would've done it if he could move at all. "Thought it would be nice to let you choose."
"Diamond?" Nate answered quickly, eager to have the man's cock filling him up.
Alex nodded with a smile. "Diamond it is. You ready?"
In response, he widened his legs as best as he could to give his husband a view of the wet stain of his arousal through his briefs. "I've been ready."
That was enough to have Alex reaching around the rim of his underwear and tugging them off completely. Nate's pussy was wet and swollen, beautifully prepared for sex and birth all at once. Alex was drawn to it like a magnet, pupils fully dilated as he unconsciously lowered his head to taste how ready his husband was, heart hammering in his ears. After a long, hot minute of licking and sucking, Alex decided he needed more. A lot more.
He pulled back panting with a hungry gaze Nate hadn't seen in a long time. "Get up."
Apparently Nate had been thoroughly enjoying being eaten out because he let out a frustrated groan before he paused and looked up with confusion all over his face. "Huh?"
"Kneel on the bed, come on." He wasted no time gently tugging on Nate's hands to get him moving.
"What are you…" Then he realized. "There's no way."
"Just for a few minutes. Please."
"My water could break. I'm not trying to drown you today."
"You've held it in this long. And if I drown under you, I'd die completely happy."
"I'd prefer it if you didn't die at all."
Alex laughed. "I'll be fine. More than fine, even. If you really want me to stop, use the word and it's over. We'll move on to the next part, alright?"
He suddenly began to feel self conscious about how heavy and huge he'd become since he last rode Alex's face. "Are you sure? I don't wanna suffocate you either."
"If you crushed me with the weight I put on you, I'd die even happier. I won't be too long."
Nate only ever expressed needing his sperm to speed up labor but Alex was determined to have his desperate husband shaking and screaming from an orgasm along with him.
A grin stretched across Alex's face as Nate accepted his help and sat up, groaning. His hands dug into his back when gravity pulled both his belly and the babies downward.
"Ooooooh…" He moaned deeply. "You're gonna have to hurry down there. I won't be able to stay up for long."
Alex rained kisses all over his shoulders. "I'll be quick. Promise."
He nudged Nate's legs as a signal for him to spread and lift as best as he could. As soon as he was able to slide underneath, Alex's hands went straight to his thighs and pulled him down. Nate blushed when he felt his lower belly resting heavily on the man's forehead, and he let out a grunt as he tried his best to lift the load off of him. His hands were pulled away and he leaned forward, adding to the pressure that Alex welcomed as he positioned his mouth under Nate's swollen pussy.
It started with a slow lapping of his tongue that almost instantly turned Nate's legs into jelly. He braced himself with one hand on the bed and the other cradling Alex's head beneath his swell. The last time he rode his husband's face, he could look down and see his head as he worked but the only thing in view was his rock-solid and malformed abdomen that tightened further the second Alex latched on to his engorged clit.
A sharp gasp left him as his entire body seized up. Alex's grip on his thighs kept his opening flush against his face and Nate couldn't do anything more than roll his hips against the mouth sucking him below. The two maintained a steady rhythm as he was overwhelmed with the sensation of labor and pleasure fused together. His orgasm was quick to build, pushing the melon-like head of their baby down with a force so intense he felt his cervix stretch around the large mass in his hips. The closer he got to climax, the further down the head dipped until it struck a bundle of nerves that had his entire body shaking violently. Alex took that as his cue to increase the intensity of his sucking and that was it for him.
Nate went from trembling to uncontrollably bouncing his hips with Alex's mouth never leaving his clit. The contraction peaked with his orgasm and combined with the pressure from the head, it was quickly proving to be too much despite the ecstasy flowing through him in massive waves. He was so overwhelmed that his body responded to the sensations with a rogue push that forced a broken gasp from his mouth.
"SHIT, BABE!" He cried out, reaching down to grab a fistful of the bear's hair. "Alex!"
Feeling ready to explode in the midst of his orgasm, Nate tried to raise his hips but the death grip Alex held on his thighs rendered him immobile. His mind raced through the fog of birth and pleasure as he fought to remember the word.
Emerald? No.
Daisy? No.
"D-DIAMOND!" Relief washed over him Alex immediately loosened his grip. "Diamond. Diamond… Oh, god."
He broke the suction with a pop and swiftly slid out from under him. Nate leaned forward on his fists, rocking back and forth in an effort to ease the pressure in his hips and ground himself. Alex noticed the sniffling along with the dampness on his cheeks and his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
"Did I hurt you?" His voice was frantic but he calmed a little when Nate shook his head slowly.
Both of them were having trouble catching their breath, Nate struggled a bit more with two post-term babies pushing on his insides but he managed to speak. "No… that was just… it was a lot… good, but a lot."
He made sure not to mention the push. With everything he felt at once, he wasn't even sure if that's actually what happened but it felt like he was pushing with the pressure for a moment.
Alex hummed in approval and got to work on kneading his lower back. Out of curiosity, he leaned over to look between Nate's legs and smiled when a runny, clear liquid was steadily dripping onto the bed sheets.
"Well, we got a leak goin' at least." Alex announced. "I think we should stop here and get ready to go."
Nate shook his head again, still stuck in the fight to steady his breathing.
Here we go. Alex thought to himself.
"Water breaks, then we leave."
"I'm sure it'll all come out if you walk around for a few minutes."
"Alex, you said you'd do it. I'll use the word again if I have to, just let me ride this one out. And rub like you mean it."
He didn't realize his hand had eased up on his back but Nate purred when he pressed down hard again. The last thing he wanted to do was argue with the overly pregnant man and Nate really didn't seem like he'd last long anyway. It looked as if a single well placed thrust would have the rest of his water all over the bed.
"Alright. Let me know when you're ready."
A minute passed before Nate began arranging their pillows as Alex watched with complete adoration as he made a little nest for himself and his massive swell. Once everything was together, Alex immediately moved to help settle his belly by holding it so Nate could move to his side quicker and easier. He took note of the immense weight of the twins as they leaned heavily to one side and wondered how Nate would handle the birth once the pushing ramped up.
The moment Nate's pregnancy was revealed, they got to work on finding a team of doctors who frequently dealt with large babies and quickly found a group of them who reeled when they saw the couple for the first time. And it was Alex they were more concerned about (or rather his size). Everyone was a gnat compared to him but Nate especially as he was nearly a whole foot and a half shorter with Alex being three times as heavy.
They instantly shattered Nate's dreams of having a natural birth but continued with his care until they found a second heartbeat. After realizing they were having twins, talks of a natural birth started again since the immense weight was now split between two babies. And while they still measured big for twins, everyone remained confident that the birth would go smoothly.
After he grew to a certain point, none of the doctors thought he would make it past 36 weeks but here he was at 41 being induced by his husband after weeks of complete hell. Nate was adamant about not having a medical induction and the doctors allowed him to keep going since the babies still weren't big enough for an intervention like that to be required. But they were big enough to cause the most intense pain, discomfort, and exhaustion Nate had ever felt in the weeks leading up to today.
He sighed as he was finally able to rest on his side and Alex lowered the weight of his belly onto the pillows that alleviated the strain on his abused back. He hissed and winced as he raised his leg to grant his husband entry to his puffy, drooling pussy. He didn't give Alex pointers on how fast or hard he wanted the man to go. He was just desperate to be popped so they could run to the delivery ward and be done with this pregnancy.
Alex kneeled over him, massaging his thickened thighs and aching hips for a moment before pressing his fat tip against Nate's dampened entrance that radiated a welcoming warmth. As he pushed in, he studied Nate's body language and expressions for any sign of discomfort but the man took him well despite being in labor and not having sex for the past month.
Alex switched to focusing inward the further he slid in, the tightness and warmth forcing more blood to rush from his head down to his cock. Eyes closed, face tilted up at the ceiling, light tremors in his hips, he was at war with is own body as he tired to control himself for the sake of the twins and Nate's comfort. After another inch, the pregnant pussy engulfing him tightened further and he had to stop, his head now hanging between his shoulders and he took slow, deep breaths.
"You okay up there?" He looked down to see Nate looking up at him with weary eyes.
Alex couldn't help but lean in and capture his lips in a heated kiss, breaking it briefly to mumble a breathy "you're so tight, baby" against his skin before kissing him again. A minute passed with their lips locked together as Alex's nerves eased. Right when his body relaxed enough, Nate's tightened as he was taken by another contraction.
"Move. Please." Was all he could say as he began to writhe with the intense discomfort of having Alex's girth sitting there while his whole body began to throb.
He carefully pushed the rest of the way in but halted when his tip kissed something taut inside his husband's pussy. For a moment, he assumed the worst until he remembered the other day before being sent home a second time when the nurse announced that Nate's sac was beginning to bulge. While he didn't mention it since then, Alex was curious to know exactly what she meant and how it would feel against his fingers but this was arguably better albeit a little awkward. When Nate asked to be popped Alex didn't think he meant it in a literal sense.
There was an inch left, he realized as he looked down, and he felt grossed out with himself as the thought of pushing further into his bag had him weeping cum. A decision was made and he pulled back to study Nate again before he pressed his hips flush against his husband's. That final inch had Nate mooing as the pressure of the contraction pushing down combined with Alex pushing up into his thick waters had his fingers clawing at anything he could grab.
Watching Nate come undone beneath him caused Alex's composure to falter. He began moving as slowly and carefully as he could while fighting the growing urge to pound his brains out. And the more he forced it back with the squeezing from the contraction, the worse it got.
His pace quickened but he was mindful of how deep he went, not wanting to rupture Nate's water before they came together but even that was an uphill battle. A battle he lost when the contraction reached its peak and held Alex's girth with a death grip.
"Fuck." He groaned as Nate cried out with waves of intense pleasure and blinding pain.
Alex's heavy lidded eyes looked down at his husband as he thrusted vigorously. He was almost salivating at the sight underneath him. Nate's jaw hung open, eyes rolled back, skin red and glistening with sweat, belly stretch marked and tight around the two massive babies he'd carried so well throughout these past ten months.
If anybody told either of them they'd end up this way a decade ago, neither of them would've believed it. The pipeline from high school enemies to high school sweethearts to husbands to soon-to-be fathers was a wild but welcome one. For the nine years they'd been together they frequently discussed having kids and now Nate was underneath him massive with twins and begging Alex to bust his water.
He needed this moment tattooed to his brain. They were unsure if any more kids would follow these two but even if they agreed to have more, nothing would compare to this right here.
His grunts and growls turned into whimpers of desperation as he finally relinquished control of his hips and gave Nate everything he had.
He'll use the word if he needs it.
The pace increased until Alex worked up to his typical rutting with the clapping of wet skin urging him to slam into Nate harder than he usually would this late in his pregnancy. The wound up nerves in his gut that feared Nate might shout the word out of discomfort was released when the overdue man screamed his name in complete bliss. That was all Alex needed to set a grueling rhythm as he punched away at Nate's sac that was beginning to leak fluid onto the sheets in a slow trickle.
He's close. God, he's close.
Alex shut his eyes and wrung contraction after contraction out of Nate's body. The man beneath him was out of his mind as the intimacy of sex and labor took hold. Eyes rolled back, Nate could feel the warmth spilling from his hole around Alex's dick as his water neared a full rupture.
The next squeeze of his uterus forced so much pressure onto his dilated cervix that he couldn't help but push unconsciously. He lost count of the amount of times his body heaved on its own. If Alex felt any of it, he didn't show it at all. Nate was aware of his body's plea to push but the pleasure far outweighed the pain of childbirth. Plus his water was still in the way but it wouldn't be for long.
The contractions increased in intensity and frequency as his orgasm ramped up in the pit of his stomach with the latest one forcing the urge to push to the forefront of his mind. The word was on the tip of his tongue as he knowingly pushed with the feeling but he refused to let it out. Instead, he released a moan from his chest and opened his eyes wide, opting to focus on the ceiling as the pain in his overstressed pelvis became more prevalent. Tears stung his eyes as he was struck with the primal realization that the babies were truly coming but he needed to finish first. And he could tell Alex was getting there too.
With a trembling hand, Nate reached down for his clit but his belly was too full and low for him to rub the throbbing bud.
"Alex." He squeaked pathetically, causing the much larger man to look down and marvel at the way Nate desperately tugged at the base of his belly to give him a view of his needy clit. "Please."
Like a magnet, Alex's fingers went straight to the tiny dick that was red and swollen, begging for relief. It was all Nate needed and that would be the end. And as much as he wished to stay on top of his laboring husband forever, he needed to get Nate to the hospital as soon as realistically possible with how much pressure and resistance he was beginning to feel with the contractions.
Their eyes locked on each other as Alex got to work on tipping him over the edge. A string of broken gasps left Nate and his body began to tense up but their gazes never strayed. One final birth pain overtook him and the world around them slowed as one more realization hit Nate like a freight train.
They weren't going to make it to the hospital.
The pressure was too much, the head too low. But instead of being stuck by fear at the possibility of an unplanned home birth, Nate grew even more aroused. His uterus clenched and the muscles in his legs tightened at the thought of Alex guiding both of their babies out in the very bed they were made in with his huge, gentle hands. He couldn't control the next push that came with the contraction nor the water he felt squirting out with it. His orgasm snuck up alongside the peak of his laboring.
"Alex, I'm–" Cumming. Pushing. The words were caught in his throat as he was overtaken by the need to give birth.
Diamond.
The rational part of his brain knew this needed to end.
Alex watched as Nate locked up and began shaking profusely with his eyes rolled back in his head and toes curled, blissfully unaware of how hard his husband was bearing down as he couldn't tell the difference between the pushing and Nate's mind-shattering orgasm by now.
Diamond.
Nate knew he should say it even though he was still full of amniotic fluid.
Looking down at the absurd mess they'd made along with Nate's bulging womb had Alex's balls tight and aching. The bed was soaked with sweat, slick, and the fluid that was prematurely pounded out of his sac. Nate was right there. Ready to pop. All they needed now was for him to do his part.
Diamond!
It's too much.
As his cock was squeezed by Nate's climax, he went harder. Chasing his own orgasm. The snapping of his hips became wild and unsteady the closer he got. Alex leaned down with his face buried in Nate's neck, pressing his weight onto the man below him and swearing as they sunk into the mountain of pillows together. Eventually, he reached the point where he could no longer form words and his sounds began to alternate between growls and whimpers. He barely registered the new noises being ripped from Nate's throat while he came down from his orgasm and felt the full force of childbirth.
Say it!
He couldn't bring himself to say the word but it was coming now.
Alex couldn't see anything but he felt the softness of Nate's lips pressing against the side of his head and his thrusts grew more desperate than ever.
"It's time, Alex. It's time." Nate whispered next to his ear.
That was all it took to have Alex grabbing the headboard and slamming into Nate so hard he slid a few inches up the bed. He released his hot seed the moment his tip rammed into his sac with his whole body violently trembling. The more he shook, the harder he pushed into the weakening membrane until he felt the pop followed by a rush of warmth. An explosive pressure Nate had been battling for days was released in a jet stream of water that shot between the two of them to the other side of the bed with Alex still and throbbing inside. The fluids were mixed with water and semen as Alex was washed out of him in his last few, weak pumps.
The proper gush followed when he pulled out and Nate exhaled in relief as the rest of the pressure went with it. But instead of being followed with a brief moment of rest, he was thrown into a series of short and violent pushes. He expected Alex to throw him into the car and rush to the ER but it seems he also knew they wouldn't make it anywhere before the twins were born. There was a silent understanding between the two of them that he was giving birth here and now.
Nate couldn't keep himself from holding the pushes when the head began to bulge between his legs. Alex, still catching his breath, announced that he could see hair as his birthing husband wailed at the pain shooting through his back, a steady stream of cum and water leaking from his opening with each push. His belly sagged heavily between his legs as the babes were at their lowest. He was an absolute sight to behold in this state and Alex soaked in every second of it.
Soon enough, the baby began to crown. That's where the trouble started. The head pushed his lips apart just as the shoulders came bouldering through his cervix. Nate suddenly felt like he was being torn open from the inside out and responded with a blood curdling shriek, eyes wide open with pain. Alex watched as he rolled and kicked and shifted around in the bed in agony. The same shitty feeling returned when he felt himself hardening again but Nate was too far gone to notice. Alex had to resist the urge to pump into his hand as the hysteria increased with Nate's stretching pussy.
"PULL IT OUT!" He screamed as he clawed at the sheets. "PLEASE, IT'S BIG!"
Alex ignored his arousal and crawled up next to Nate's head. As soon as he placed a hand on the man's cheek, his painful eyes flew open and stared straight into Alex's.
"You can do this, my love."
"Alex, it's big…" Said Nate, his voice shaking and wavering as he spoke quickly. "It hurts. Please, it hurts…"
"I know, Nate. Just push out the head, alright? I can give them a little tug but you have to get the head out."
"I can't. I CAN'T! GOD, I CAN'T!" The rest of his words were lost in another wave of screams interrupted by grunts with his effort. The contraction ripped through him, adding the most intense pressure to his lower body as his womb fought tooth and nail to expel the babies.
The baby was so large it pushed against every nerve as it slowly inched downward with each push. The screams and grunts turned into throaty moans. Alex was confused at first but knew what was happening when Nate's hips began to buck and twitch on their own. The crown bulged so far out as his orgasm built over time. They just needed the tight skin around his pussy to release the head and it would be out. But he knew Nate would need help getting there.
When Alex's hands moved between his legs, one to play with his swollen clit and the other ready to support the head, Nate pushed violently. It took mere seconds of Alex teasing his tiny dick for him to orgasm so hard the whole bed trembled as the shockwaves of ecstasy ran through him. The moaning and screaming stopped. Nate was silent as his mouth opened in a silent wail and his back arched against the bed. There was a tremble in his legs that grew worse and worse with the pressure until…
"OH!" He cried out as the head popped free.
"That's it, baby!" Alex laughed as he cradled the head in his large hand. He took note if how heavy it felt and wondered how Nate was functioning in those final days with something so big between his legs. The smaller man took the opportunity to breathe and collect himself as Alex helped the baby turn in his hands. "I need a big push on the next contraction and it's over. You got this!"
"Babe, there's a second one." He groaned.
"But it's smaller and we're gonna get it out quick, alright? Just push and I'll help."
His heart hammered in his chest when the fear in Nate's eyes turned into trust. Before he could respond, the next birth pain had him grunting as it climaxed rapidly. Alex started to wiggle it free as soon as he felt the push but he needed more to work with.
"Harder, Nate. Come on, push it out. You can do it. Push!"
At that, he paused to take in one more gulp of air and pushed so hard a tremor ran through him. The only sound he made was a grunt that increased in intensity as Alex twisted and pulled gently. He smiled when he felt the shoulders start to give and knew Nate felt it as well by the way he adjusted his hips to open wider for the baby. "That's it, love. It's almost out! Hold it, Nate. Hold it!"
One shoulder popped out and with one final tug, the baby fell out of his canal and filled Alex's warm, waiting hands, crying out as soon as it was hit with the cool air. He was taking a brief moment to celebrate when until he noticed Nate hadn't stopped pushing. He was purple in the face when another gush of water escaped him and within the same push, the second baby began to emerge in a breech position. Alex was in the middle of removing his shirt to wrap the first baby in when water began to spray out around the twin.
"Whoa, love. Slow it down, it's–"
Nate needed everything out. The baby, the fluids, all of it. He was so tired of feeling full that he refused to ease up even for a moment. And even if he wished to stop, he was sure he couldn't. He was at the mercy of his birthing body that wanted nothing more than to be empty and free from Alex's seed. The legs began to dangle out and seconds later, the rest of the baby gushed onto the bed between his legs, stomach deflating dramatically. Nate let out the biggest relieved sigh as Alex pressed a kiss against his forehead, whispering gentle words of thanks and praise to the man who'd just given him two fat, healthy babies.
"Next time," Nate said wearily, "we're doing this at the hospital."
Alex couldn't help but smile at the idea of a "next time".
overdue passenger princess, struggling to pull the seatbelt over my bump. my sundress is all bunched up on my thighs, belly straining the delicate material. I’m whining and shifting uncomfortably in the leather seats as I groan and demand the ac to be blasted. pouting and grabbing your hand and planting it on the big bump you gave me. flushing and biting my bottom lip shyly when you pat the heavy bump with a satisfied smirk.
you got me right where you’ve always wanted me, huh? right by your side. in your car. ring on my finger. baby in my belly. <3
I think my favorite kinds of fictional births are the ones where whoever it's happening to has waited so long that now it's just...happening.
No more time to decide where you want to have this baby, or what position you're going to be in, or literally anything, because it's coming NOW, you're already pushing even though you don't want to, doesn't matter where you are, who you're with, etc.
I like how inevitable it is. Unstoppable.
actually I have a good quick n dirty method if anyone is curious:
step one: base color
step two: use any random-ass textured brush to slap a blush on there in a darker, redder color. fudge it around till it looks balanced n texture-y.
step three: use your lineart brush or a... less textured brush to carve out a "highlight" of your base color out of the blush. like so
step four: add some extra skin texture (linea nigra, stretch marks, etc) with hatching
anyway thats what I do! if I ever render something please know that 80% of it was slapping random brushes on there to see what happens. i have a very efficient workflow as you can see
addendum: for very dark skin tones, a more orange-y, slightly lighter blush works better, plus a highlight in an actually lighter tone. now please ignore that i rendered this one way more than the other ones by accident.
thinking about a birthing person, who had been so quiet and reserved up until that point, making it through transition and then just going absolutely feral like surging down to be on their hands and knees, head thrown back, face red and sweaty with exertion, body and belly tight and twitching as they try to shove the head out, releasing a primal, splitting scream that drowns out the advice of their supporter as the baby barrels down through their pelvis, pressure and the overwhelming urge to push turning their rational mind animalistic with the need to get it out
I’m really in the mood to be pregnant and scissoring with another pregnant trans man. We’d be a gasping moaning mess, grinding against each other and bumps squishing against each other, to the point it makes our desperate scissoring just hard enough for us to be frustrated. Our slick cunts slipping against each other, our tdicks frotting against the other’s. Maybe sharing a double ended dildo, where we’re pushing the dildo deep into the other with each thrust. God im hard lol.
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."
God gradual preg has been on the MIND. So I am once again considering a pill that makes pregnancy last 5 years:
Since pregnancies take so long, announcements are a lot more casual, oftentimes completely informal, and usually reserved for people very close to the pregnant person. You'll find out an acquaintance is pregnant because after two years of slightly faster weight gain, you finally notice that their belly is round.
A lot of people get pregnant and don't even really think about it other than a few doctor's visits the first couple years. Imagine just being completely chill about your pregnancy - knowing about it but not doing anything - for the first two years.
On the flip side, some people prepare completely in the first two years and spend the last three years (when their belly is finally getting properly big) just chilling. Obviously they have to keep up with medical advice and wardrobe changes, but the nursery is painted, the supplies are all ordered, and they have time to read parenting books at a leisurely rate while they're super heavy for the last year and a half.
Imagine going through family photo albums and seeing every year as your partner's belly slowly gets bigger and bigger and bigger. It's especially obvious if you look at only the pictures from a particular holiday.
If you and your best friend both want kids and you're within a few years of each other, it's almost guaranteed you'll be pregnant at the same time, even if you started two years apart.
Some people intentionally get pregnant right before college so they have time to find a partner, and by the time they graduate they can have a partner, a degree, a baby on the way, and a job. Ofc, this means they spend their last year in college like 6-7 months pregnant.
People who don't realize that they're pregnant may take a long time to realize, because over that length of time, any weight gain seems like normal weight gain.
Because of how stretched out the pregnancy is, the normal range for when labor will start isn't weeks - it's months. It can be really hard to predict when a pregnant person will finally pop, so it's normal for anyone who can afford it to take the full final six months of pregnancy off.
On top of that, the contractions are gradual too, so it can be a long time between them, which is great for pain, but less great for making sure you remember to keep track of them. Some people are deeply into labor before they realize because they could just take a break whenever a contraction came and then move on with their lives.
And, bonus: because of the stability caused by the gradual pregnancy and the ability of doctors to better manage symptoms, basically all pregnancies can always make it to full term.
The first person to be pregnant with triplets while on this medication gets absolutely huge, but the next person to carry high-order multiples has quints, and after that they're just glad it wasn't worse.
The world has to develop new maternity clothing to fit bigger bellies because of this. It works out nicely because demand goes up as people intentionally have a lot of babies - what, does it look like they have 25 years to get their family as big as they'd like?
People with high order multiples are as big halfway through their pregnancy as singlets are when they're due. Imagine genuinely doubling that size, or more.
I catch myself against the pole with a sharp breath, both hands gripping the cold metal while my belly drags heavily forward beneath the thick pullover I'm wearing. The movement makes my babies shift all at once inside me. Dense rolling pressure under impossibly stretched skin, bodies pressing against bodies, nowhere left for them to go.
I grab the pole hard enough that my wrist aches.
My pullover has ridden up almost to the curve of my navel again.
I yank it down instantly, heart pounding, but the fabric only clings tighter across the enormous shape underneath. There's no disguising it anymore. The sweater outlines everything - the impossible roundness, the stretched-tight mass, even the uneven movements shifting beneath my skin.
I can feel people noticing.
I keep my head down.
Please don't look at me.
Another painful roll moves through my belly. One baby drags heavily across my side while another pushes low enough to make my breath catch. The pressure inside me is unbearable now, packed so tightly that every movement feels trapped beneath my skin.
My whole stomach visibly ripples.
I clamp a hand under my belly, rubbing the sensitive skin under my sweater like I can calm them, calm myself, calm the awful pressure dragging lower and lower inside me.
God, I'm so full.
Too full. Too swollen. Too obvious.
The train windows throw my reflection back at me in dark smears between station lights: flushed face, hunched shoulders, both hands cradling a belly so huge it dominates the rest of my body completely. I look indecent. Like something private exposed under fluorescent lights.
A contraction starts low in my back.
Fuck.
The tightness spreads through my abdomen with brutal force, pulling my stomach hard and high until it becomes almost perfectly round beneath the sweater. I gasp softly and lean into the pole before I can stop myself.
Please not now.
The babies react immediately.
They're squirming inside of me during the contraction, heavy movement trapped inside the rigid tightness of my body. One presses outward so sharply near my ribs that I actually see the bulge through the wool.
Someone nearby notices. I hear the sharp inhale.
Humiliation crashes through me so hard my eyes sting.
I rub my belly faster now, desperate circles beneath the strained underside, trying to ease the crushing downward pressure between my small hips. My legs are trembling. I can feel how low they are now - all that weight pressing into my pelvis with terrifying insistence.
I just need to make it home. I just need to hold them in.
Then suddenly there's a body behind me. A man.
Too close.
Before I can move, a big hand slides around my side and cups the underside of my pulsing belly.
I freeze in horror.
His palm spreads beneath the huge weight almost possessively, fingers pressing deep into the oversensitive underside where I've been rubbing myself raw for weeks trying to relieve the strain.
“Oh wow,” he says quietly behind me. “You're ready to pop, hm? ”
Heat floods my entire face.
I try to pull away instinctively, but another contraction hits at the exact same moment and my body folds helplessly instead, a broken sound escaping my throat.
His hand tightens.
“There you go,” he murmurs. “You're so ripe.”
My belly clenches rock hard beneath both our hands.
The babies shove violently during the contraction, trapped movement rolling visibly across the front of my stomach. My pullover lifts higher again as I arch involuntarily, exposing the full strained curve of my belly to everyone nearby.
I hear someone whisper.
I want to cry.
But the man behind me doesn't move away.
His other hand settles over the front of my aching stomach, broad palm spread over the tightest part like he's testing the firmness of it. Then he starts rubbing slowly downward over the curve while I stand there shaking against the pole, whimpering quietly.
“Easy,” he says near my ear. “Everyone's noticing. ”
I can barely breathe from shame.
His hands are everywhere now - under the belly, across the front, massaging the tight stretched skin while strangers pretend not to stare. My body betrays me completely by responding to the relief. The upward support eases the dragging agony in my back enough that my knees nearly buckle.
“Oh my God,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
He chuckles softly behind me.
“They're really lively.”
And they are.
The babies roll heavily beneath his hands as though reacting to the pressure. One pushes outward in a slow hard sweep across the front of my stomach, visibly distorting the sweater. Another drives down low enough to make me gasp and widen my legs for balance.
I feel overwhelmed. Animalistic. Insane.
The man keeps rubbing my belly like it belongs to him now.
“So round,” he murmurs. “Must be ready to burst.”
The words hit me like a slap.
Because that's exactly how I feel.
My stomach feels stretched beyond endurance, skin tight and aching over too much life packed inside me. Every contraction squeezes the babies downward harder, and every movement inside me feels lower now, heavier, unbearably urgent.
I'm breathing too fast.
The train rocks again and I clutch the pole desperately while his hands continue roaming over the massive curve of my belly in full view of everyone.
The urge strikes me suddenly, pulling a ragged gasp from my throat as I rock back and forth on my hands and knees. "I-I think it's... oh, it's time to push," I grunt, sliding one hand between my thighs to press against my cunt.
There's a slight bulge there, the force of the baby's head pushing through my canal causing my labia to swell outwards. I provide counter pressure as I groan through the tail end of the contraction, fighting against the urge to bear down.
"It's coming," I pant, trailing my fingers over my red hot labia. "You're coming, baby. I feel you c-comingggg." Not even 45 seconds had passed since my last contraction, but another pain had taken hold. Starting in my back and spreading around to the front of my belly, pulled low and heavy with the pressure of the pain, the iron band grips and seizes, shoving the baby down with such power that I have to shift my hips further open to make room.
"Oh god, oh god, oh- fuckkkk." I keep my hand firmly in place, all but holding the head back as it barreled through my cunt. The pressure is unlike anything I'd ever felt, tapping into the most primal side of me. Contraction on top of contraction, I tried to groan and not scream, though the urge, much like the urge to push, was becoming unbearable. "Mmmmmphhh, GOD."
I am finally overwhelmed by my instincts and I bear down, and the baby's head surges forward and begins to emerge as a small, wet teardrop pressing against my fingertips. "Nooo," I whine, half delirious with the pain. "No, no. Not yet." I couldn't give birth yet. I couldn't give birth alone.
I drop my head, resting my chin against my heaving chest. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I brace one hand on the edge of the bed and struggle to push myself up, keeping my hand firmly over my bulging hole. My efforts amount to nothing, however, when the action of shifting my hips pushes the baby down further into the birth canal. I cant hold it back any longer. I cry out in shock, and the cry turns into a scream as the head begins to crown.
"OHHHH, IT BURNS. FFFFFUCKKKK, BURNING." I land back down on my knees and give in to the pressure, fisting the hand that isnt supporting the head into the blankets as I push, and push hard. My labia, angry and red and burning, spread to accommodate the skull, and I let out another wild scream as they begin to sting. "Coming outttt. Gotta get it OUTTTT."
A hazy fear of tearing crosses my mind, but its gone with the next contraction. As my womb squeezes down around the baby, I throw my head back and wail, bringing the head to a half crown before it slides back in. "One more. Just... one more. Oh goddddd." I grunt and feel my labia stretch around the head, feeling impossibly tight for a few seconds, and then one hefty shove brings the baby to a full crown.
I struggle to catch my breath, stroking my fingers over its soft hair. "Almost," I whisper, half to my child, and half to myself. I inhale deeply and tighten my hold on the blankets as the next contraction builds, using it to anchor myself. "Almost, almost, alm-ohhhh, here. HEREEEE. ITS COMINGGGGG MMMMMMPFFFFF-FUCKKK!"
My words become an incoherent screech as I scream through the final stretch of the ring of fire, pushing until the baby's head pops free in a torrential gush of fluid. "Come on, baby," I grunt, feeling the presenting shoulder rotate and come free. "Here you are. Oh, here."
With one last tiny push, the second shoulder pops out, and the baby slides into my hands. I hadn't needed help after all.
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