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Hard Homebirth (Mpreg)

*WARNING: Fetish content* This is a shorter one but it has:

Anal birth (old school mpreg)

Big baby

Hard pushing

Encouragement and support

Intensity

1:55AM.

Ensuite bathroom.

"Oh let it out, baby, push it out."

Ben has been pushing, bearing down straight into his asshole, for an hour, and he is completely spent. He's not sure how much longer he can go on. So he tries so hard to focus, for his baby, for his boyfriend Andre, and to just squeeze right down into his bottom. Sitting on the toilet in a dark room should be helping. It's not doing much.

Straining crudely and loudly in the echoing bathroom, Ben feels his face curl up, his throat close up, and his hair stand on end, as he surrenders any last bit of tension in his anus and pushes with the power of gods.

He holds it so, so long, until his head is going to pop and he thinks his innards will fall out. Inside him is the tightest, most impossible squeeze, but he can feel the baby nudge down. The second he bursts it out, though, he can feel the baby suck right back up.

It's by sheer will, knowing there's only one way to end this, that Ben bears down again. He lowers his shoulders, his belly, imagining launching his slimy baby down and out in one solid push. His body perspires and breaks out in chills, and still he's pushing into his anus, way deep inside, trying with all of his might to poop.

Andre whispers to him, "You show us how it's done baby, oh yes, huuuuuuuuuge beautiful push, the head is so big but you can do this."

An hour of constipated, strenuous pushing like this. And three more to go.

2:48AM.

Bedroom, just outside of ensuite.

"Poop, papa, open for that big baby."

Hearing his friend and midwife, May, but bearing down uncontrollably, helpless to the strong expulsions of his body, Ben does the impossible and doubles down even harder.

His anus opens like a flower under his massive effort, and he manages to drop the baby's big hard head down more.

It feels like a lot to Ben, but in actuality the head is barely visible. All that can be seen is Ben's tissues and anus bulging down, trembling and red. It bulges quite a lot, then immediately sucks back into nothing the second Ben lets up to breathe.

He's hardly breathing at all anymore, just knows that no matter the cost, he has to get this head out. It has to come out. But he's pushing far beyond the human limit. He's not sure how much more he can take.

May encourages him. "Good work Ben, now come back to it. Don't give up on me. Bear down with everything you've got in you."

He hitches down. "HERG----....."

"Yes-- yesyes, oh Ben that's beautiful. You're pushing your baby so hard, making us all so proud."

Somewhere near his ear, he can hear Andre whispering, tense but gentle and loving.

"That’s it, push our baby... push our baby... you're so beautiful Ben, so strong for them."

Ben's face is on the verge of exploding from the pressure, so he has to let up and burst out the push. His knees bend up as he does so, and he presses his feet more firmly into the floor. He's standing in a bit of a crouch, completely naked, back arched forward tensely, gripping Andre's shoulder on his left, who is kneeling beside him, and gripping his own wide open thigh with his other hand because he just needs to dig his claws into something.

May is coaching him. "Guide it doooowwn through your bottom, steady and powerful. You're safe. It's only us with you. You can let go, push your baby down deep. Deep, deeeep, Ben, biggest, deepest push."

Ben's release is an airy strain, and he spits and sweats and shakes with it.

"Good," May praises. "Another big long one. Your baby's almost here, don't give up on them. Biggest strongest push ever. More. Mooore, so hard Ben, even more. Yes."

As she speaks Andre is also whispering, "Down into the cracks sweetheart, oh you're incredible. You're working so hard for them."

Again, Ben's effort explodes from him, and his entire body trembles. He's so stretched out, he believes he's almost crowning. He's almost there! Closer than ever. Wanting to get it over with, Ben gears up, gripping his boyfriend and gripping his thigh, and opens his bottom and his throat and absolutely roars down.

It burns like hell as he feels his anus spread open from the inside, the immense pressure of his baby’s huge hard head spearing into him, down and out. He knows he has to keep pushing past that feeling or this will never end, so he gears up with the quickest breath, and then with everything in him, PUSHES strong and focused for at least twenty seconds.

His supporters praise him as he works hard, and he would feel powerful and awesome if he wasn’t so focused on just getting this kid out.

“Incredible Ben, that’s the spot, don’t give it up. Bear down right through it, you can do this, you’re opening up, push push push!”

“You’re so good baby, so fucking strong. Oh I can see their head, babe! Push hard!”

Ben strains and holds soooo hard, until his vision starts to go dark and he can hear his heart slamming in his ears. His entire body is trembling with effort, and the horrible sliding-stretching-burning feeling of the baby moving down his canal is making him almost gag, his skin breaking out in a new sweat until he’s soaked. He only lets go of the push because his body doesn’t give him another choice. He makes an inhuman sound with it, and realizes he’s drooling and crying as he cries out.

“Ican’tpushanymore!”

“Yes you can, baby!” Andre encourages him. “One more really big one, you can do it! I saw their hair!”

And for Andre, Ben does the impossible. There’s no air in his body, but he does it anyway. He crunches down, feeling his entire body strain down, squeezing through his anus, pushing with every fibre of his being to get this baby out.

He has no idea that he’ll still be doing this for another two hours.

4:19AM.

Bedroom still.

Standing at the foot of the bed, drenched and dripping with sweat in the low light, Ben’s nails scrape the wood of the bed frame where he’s gripping each pillar. He makes it to the end of an absolutely dizzyingly massive push, and then he’s panting so hard, just trying to get some oxygen into his brain. The baby is a bowling ball in his pelvis, and the head burns like a hot poker where it’s just sitting there so stubbornly, barely stretching him anymore. He’s trying so hard.

May catches him panting for too long. “Push again just like that, papa, show us this big beautiful baby. This head wants to come out.”

“Crown them babe, c’mon just a little more.”

Ben knows he’s crying and whining as he sucks in a full breath and launches down, his arms wide as he grips the sides of the bed frame and trembles hard, bending down down down and opening his legs as wide as he can as he pushes with every muscle in his body. He has to imagine his baby sliding out. The classes told him it would help. It’s not doing much, if the hours of pushing he’s sustained already have to show for it.

May and Andre are both behind him, watching his bottom bulge with the baby’s big head. They narrate what they can see to him, for encouragement, but Ben is only half-listening, just focusing hard on birthing this head.

Another twenty minutes go by like this before Ben makes some real progress. The head drops down and stays there, spreading his anus open to its physical limit, just a big hairy globe inside the tightest puffiest ring of tissue. When Ben feels that burn, the slight shift that means he moved his baby down just a little more, he shrieks.

May holds warm towels to his bottom and reminds him to send the sound down low, and god he tries so hard. But the pain is blinding and worse than anything he could possibly imagine, so he can’t not scream. He tries to scream deep in his chest instead, sending the sound down with his body, spreading his knees wide open and rocking down, down, down, trying as hard as he possibly can to push this huge head out.

“You’ve got it baby, they’re coming out,” he hears Andre saying.

All he can feel is burning and stabbing and ripping pain, his entire body shivering with intensity. He knows he’s screaming, but he can’t really hear himself. He just shoves down, almost squatting, as he pushes as hard as he possibly can into May’s hands, who is supporting his burning ring of tight tissue. He actually feels the baby’s skull spread him open, and he feels himself tear just a little, and he feels his stretched-thin tissues peel over the baby’s brow, then nose, then mouth, and then he can’t push anymore.

He can feel the baby’s head suck back in just a bit as he raises up, sobbing. “I CAN’T! I CAN’TICAN’T, GET IT OUT!”

May and Andre are talking to him, but he only catches a few words, the pain is so intense.

“We can’t, you have to push them out! Come on papa, just one more!”

“They’re right there baby, one more huge push and it’s done! I’m holding their head!”

And when Ben hears that, he knows how close he is to meeting his baby. Something primal and ancient just takes over him, and he raises up to fill his lungs…

Then with every last ounce of effort in his body, he gives his baby the biggest, hardest push of his life. Wide open, bending down, grunting like an animal, he does not stop pushing. He feels the baby’s chin pop out, feels some fluid spray, and he’s still pushing, roaring his baby out in the safety and privacy of his bedroom. There’s no telling how long he pushes. It could be ten seconds, it could be thirty. His big baby’s shoulders pop down one by one, then their chubby chest and belly, then their hips, and Ben is still pushing, not letting up for even a second, not letting the baby suck back in even an inch.

Then when his mind separates from his body and he can no longer feel the pain, the intensity of being ripped open from the inside, he feels a release like nothing he’s ever felt before, and his body feels so light, and he hears his baby crying.

Behind him, Andre bursts out a sound like he was pushing too, and he’s crying. The baby’s lungs sound so healthy as they screech. On the verge of passing out from the intensity, Ben manages to look over his shoulder and see his boyfriend, who’s holding their slimy pink baby in his hands.

“It’s a boy!” Andre cries, showing Ben their beautiful chunky baby. “A boy, babe! Oh you did so well. I’m so proud of you.”

“I’ve never seen anyone push so hard,” May praises him. “You can rest now, papa. That was hard work.”