Birthings

Female, 30s, ready to breathe and sweat and push until a baby comes out. Need a coach and RP.

[uniquementalitypeach]

Labor of Love

It was a hard bargain, but you were tired of being alone, so you’d paid the seller and purchased the vial. Valentine’s Day had seemed appropriate, so shortly after midnight you’d inserted it into yourself. You’d watched your middle slowly balloon out, but only between bouts of sleep because you knew this would require so much energy. Now you were in bed, propped up by a mountain of pillows, your large round belly heaving as you labored. “Phew,” you breathed as the pain intensified. This had been going on for hours now, and you noticed that by now many of these contractions caused you to instinctively spread your legs, as your body understood before you did that it was almost time. Despite the pain, you couldn’t wait to start pushing, and you huffed and puffed your way towards delivery. The agony was so sweet. You could have invited a friend or two, maybe a medical professional, to help you birth, but you wanted to be alone. You wanted this beautiful moment to be just between the two of you. Your breasts ached, and as you palpated one, a tiny bead of milk appeared on your nipple. You gasped happily. The packaging had said that after birth, it would require exactly one feeding to begin the growth process. This was really happening, and fast.

Two hours later, sweat beaded on your face as you bore down. Your hands rested on your knees to help keep your legs apart as you worked your “tiny” occupant out. “Hoo hoo hooooo, come on, another push,” you coached yourself, urging the weight further towards your entrance. Raising your head, you glanced in the mirror across the room, and you couldn’t help but smile through your grimace at the bulge that was growing in your vagina by the second, revealing more and more of the head born. The urge to bear down and birth became undeniable, and you grunted through your longest push yet, crying out in agony and pride as you felt it crown. “Ohhh, my love,” you murmured as your fingers gently brushed the softness that had emerged between your legs. Moments later you were rubbing large circles on your swollen middle, pressing down to help your body through the endless process. “Ughhhh,” you moaned as you released your latest push. In a normal birth, you at least would have gotten to rest as the head rocketed out of your battered pussy and your lips retracted back snug around the neck. No such luck here, you just had to keep breathing, keep bearing down as the vaguely cylindrical shape emerged from you. *Almost done, you can do this, you can do this beautiful thing.*

You gripped your knees, bringing your legs fully up on either side of your belly now, your lower body completely spread as you helped this thing to be born. *Push. Pushhhh. PUSH! COME ON. GET IT. OUT!!!!* Stars danced in front of your eyes in the final moments of your birthing. The weight finally left your body and landed in a soft plop on the bed, you gasping in relief as you realized you’d done it, it was over, it was here! You had just enough strength to raise your head enough to see over your still swollen belly: a large, lumpy tube-like shape, pulsing in time with your heartbeat… their heartbeat actually. Smiling, your head hit the pillow, and you were lost to sweet oblivion.

The next time you awoke, it was to the sweetest suckling sensation against your milk-filled breast. Glancing down, you saw the capsule, gently torn and wrested open, the umbilical cord still attached to the shell and disappearing into your body—all was exactly as it was supposed to be.

Darkness overtook you again and when you came to, this time for good, you were alone. There was no one with you, no one next to your birth-ravaged body. Your distress lasted only until you heard the soft rustling from the closet. Footsteps sounded, and a fully-formed adult emerged from within, rewarding you with the most beautiful smile. “Hello, my love,” they said softly. You’d done it, you’d brought a being into the world, and it had grown over a course of hours into your mate. Your perfect romantic match, brought into the world by your very own body. You smiled, biting your lip as they started toward you.

You laughed to yourself as you realized that your birthing days weren’t remotely behind you. Yes, they would want many babies.

[uniquementalitypeach]

“It’s happening,” I pant. He looks up and gives me a devilish smile. But there’s something else there too, a charge, an assurance that if I displease him, things will go very badly for me. “Right you are, my beauty. He’s ready now.” He smiles again and nuzzles the large dome of my belly, a belly that was smooth and flat several hours ago. “Open wide. You’ve grown me quite a strapping son,” he punctuates his words by forcing my thighs even further apart, roughly, but not nearly as rough as what’s about to happen down there. And sadly I can’t say it feels like he’s wrong; I fear I’m going to have to open my legs so insanely wide that my hips will buckle. Assuming I even get there. “Now. Push.” I want to refuse, but my laboring body has no choice, and even as my mind screams to stop, to not give him what he wants, my body gives over to nature, and I bear down. I couldn’t stop if there were a gun to my head. “Good girl,” he purrs and presses a light kiss to my inner thigh. He watches my vagina through every push, though it’s clear that it will be quite a while before anything will be visible. I don’t know if he’s trying to be extra cruel or kind when he flicks his tongue against the most sensitive part of my body. I hate to admit that whenever he does, I’m feeling exactly what I’d imagined last night when we met for the first time. If only I could go back sixteen hours and tell that girl to run. Literally no way I could do so now, my belly heavy and stretched with his impressively-sized, fast-gestating spawn. What has happened to me? What *is* happening to me? I’d imagined us lying in bed, my breath hard to catch, my legs spread wide, my moans overpowering me…and technically all that is happening. Except that I’m breathless from pushing, my legs are instinctively moving further apart to accommodate this unnatural child’s head, and my moans are born of intense pain. “That’s it, darling, pushhhhh,” he commands, voice silky, eyes smoldering. The urge does overtake me again, but for what feels like the umpteenth time, nothing budges and I fall back against the luxurious mattress which right now offers no comfort, only confinement. “I can’t,” I whimper. “I can’t—ooooooooo—do this.” Even as I speak, I feel my body continue its instinctive struggle. Did-did something just move? His lip curls. “Of course you can. It’s why I chose you. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been watching you? How long I’ve been assessing you and your glorious body? You were made to birth my babies. And I’ll be here every step of the way.” As he speaks his hand creeps up to the top of my belly and presses downwards just in time for a monster contraction. I cry out and follow my body’s command, the pressure growing lower and lower in my body, the child’s head must be right up against my exit right now. And even as I struggle, I find my thoughts racing, *babies? He means to do this more than once?? I’ll never survive, oh please god no.*

“Ohhh ooooo NMGHHHHHHH!” I grunt and groan, but he just applies more pressure to my belly. Fuck, it really is happening now. I feel it ram against my opening and his face lights up in a wreath of light as he stares between my legs. “There! I saw him! I saw our son’s head, my beautiful love,” he half sobs, planting kisses against my forehead, my bump, my widening vagina where his offspring’s head had made its brief appearance before sliding back in my body. He acts as if we’re a happy couple in a normal delivery room, preparing to meet their first child after nine months of growth and birth prep, a nursery waiting at home. One arm supports my shoulders while his other hand gently probes the folds of my pussy. “You’re doing so well. I knew it, I knew you were the one,” he murmurs, but I’m too focused on the ceaseless contractions, the increasing pressure. As my breath comes in soft pants of *hah hah hah*, I feel something shift and pop. I open my eyes. Shit. I’d been too distracted to even realize we had not yet hit such a crucial part of my delivery. He gives me that charming smile again and lifts his hand out of my vagina, holding it up so I can see the glistening fluid coating his hand, dripping down his muscular arm. “Your waters,” he murmurs. “Now the birth can really begin.” I don’t respond in words, just a cry as the urge to push overtakes me again. “It’s time, my darling,” he announces needlessly. “My son is ready. Bring him forth.” My cry turns into a scream. We’re just getting started.

[uniquementalitypeach]

An Everyday Mystery Delivery

“Oh god, what did you do to me? I’m enormous.”

<He smiles wickedly and moves to feel your growing belly.>

“And ruin the surprise? Never.”

“Is it alive?”

“No hints. You know the rules: you find out as you watch yourself push it out.”

“I beg your pardon, I can’t see it as I push it out, you do.”

“And it’s absolutely my favorite show.”

<Your middle protests at a familiar tightening. It’s time. You birth often, you know this process well.>

“Well, get the popcorn because the show is about to start. Ooo.”

<He beams with excitement. Your labor will be short this time, you can sense it. You can also feel a throbbing, a need as your contracting womb squeezes more and more, closer and closer, desire for relative relief growing until there’s a pop and fluid gushes from your nethers.>

“Holy shit! I don’t think I’ve ever seen your waters burst out of you like that before. They exploded and just kept coming!”

“Mnnnghhh not even with one of the melons? They’re always…hoooo…juicy.”

“Not even with any of the sea creatures—and you know how they are. I’m convinced Mother Nature tries to pack their amniotic sacs like their natural habitat.”

“So—ohhhh god, my labor’s really starting up here. Oh Jesus this hurts—this..this is a sea creature? If it is, tell me now, because I don’t want to have to waddle to the jacuzzi tub with a porpoise crowning between my legs again, desperately trying not to push.”

<He smothers a laugh. It had been agony for you, but one of the hottest scenes he’d ever witnessed. In the end, the little porpoise had been nearly half born by the time he’d helped you ease yourself into the soothing water, and it had only taken one more deep, aching push before it had spurted into the water, swimming about the spacious tub as you’d regained your breath.>

“Speaking of pushing, let’s get you in position. The usual. Back against the pillows, knees bent, legs falling open, this big belly practically falling between them. God I love you like this.”

<You smile a little wickedly yourself.>

“I love you loving me like this. It’s just not as good when you make me squat or push on all fours. This is how I like it.”

“Even though it’s like the hardest position to birth in?”

“That’s part of it. I have to work harder, I can’t see what I’m giving birth to, you get the full view—awwwwww ooooo mnnnnnghh.”

“You’re close, my love, just breathe. *Hee hee hee hoo hoo hoo.* Good. That’s it. My beautiful, birthing princess.”

“Oh! I think I felt a kick just after that contraction. So…it *is* alive?”

“No hints! You’ll find out soon enough. I know how to tell you’re right on the cusp of fully birthing. And this little one is ready.”

<His hands run over your orb, feeling, exploring, adoring, worshipping.>

“It’s alive. I know it. Ahhhhhhh omg this is getting intense. But—hooo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo—you wouldn’t be pressing your ear to my—*fuck*! Oh it’s so close—you wouldn’t be pressing your ear to my belly unless you were trying to hear a—hee hee hoo hoo—heartbeat. Or heartbeats.”

“Not true. I love listening to your offspring no matter what I’ve fathered. And pressing kisses to this…gorgeous…full…ripe and desperate-to-birth…belly. Hello in there, little one. Your mama and papa can’t wait to hold you. I know it’s nice and cozy inside mama…believe me, I know…but it’s time to come out.”

<You revel in each kiss to your taut skin. Your belly always shrinks back to normal, so seeing it stretch until it’s brimming with life is like a new thrill every single time. But it’s not long before his young seems to hear him. And listens.>

“Oh god, it’s pressing down. It’s…it’s time. Whatever it is really wants to be born. I have to push!”

“Now now now, not until daddy gets in position. Let me just drag this monster over. Jeez this thing is heavy.”

“Don’t talk to me about…ooooooo…about heavy—you don’t know heavy until you feel a bowling ball nose its way into your birth canal and perch just behind—mmmm oh oh oh oh fuckkkkk—your opening. Oh god, it’s not a bowling ball, is it?!”

<Your face shows true alarm at the prospect. He chuckles as he drags a massive armchair over.>

“It’s not a bowling ball, I promise. But that’s your only hint. You’ll have to push to know more.”

“I’m ready! I want to push! And it definitely wants me to push!”

“Yes, darling, you *want* to push. You can hold back still. Breathe breathe breathe. *Hee hee hoo hoo hee hee hoo hoo.* There, perfect spot to watch you deliver. And comfy.”

<Having dragged the chair front and center for the unfolding drama, he settles back and looks eagerly between your legs. You’re starting to pant, to run your hands over your firm orb, desperately trying to soothe sensations that can only be tempered by fully birthing what you’ve grown inside you.>

“You always look like a king when you sit in that. A king watching one of his mistresses labor. Suffer.”

<You jest, but you secretly love that this is his favorite place to watch you churn his creations out.>

“Not suffer. A king watching the love of his life…struggle…Struggle to bring new life into the world for him. And he always knows she can do it. Get ready, sweetheart, your time is close.”

<Your moans intensify. His ‘throne’ in place, he gets up to run his hands over your pregnant mound one last time. He smirks as he feels the offspring he put into your writhing belly barely an hour ago. And what is it this time? Same as always, it’s whatever he wanted, whatever he pictured in his mind’s eye as he came powerfully inside you, you begging for it, begging for his progeny, your orgasm heightened by the knowledge that *very* soon, you’d be birthing it (whatever it was) for him. The moment had made you shiver, and as the two of you panted and basked in the afterglow of your lovemaking, both of you watched your belly begin to grow. He gives the bottom of your belly a rub then a kiss, his lips grazing where just below your skin, your birth canal is rapidly filling with his ‘child,’ and finishes with a light and playful smack. You know it’s the last time he’ll touch you for this pregnancy; he’ll remain completely hands-off until you deposit the occupant of your womb fully between your legs. This doesn’t upset you, you do it this way because you both find it thrilling.>

“Hee hee hee hoo hee hee hee hoo. Please, whatever this is is *ready.* I have…I HAVE TO PUSH!”

“Then push, sweetheart. Push my latest little birthling out. It’s more than ready.”

“Hoo hoo hoo hoo—unghhhhhhh oh Jesus…”

<He chuckles as you strain>

“How does it feel to push?”

“Unbelievably painful…and good. I can’t keep going, though.”

“Yes you can. Don’t stop, honey, push. Your gorgeous pussy is already bulging, you’ve got this.”

“Ohhhhh!” <Your back arches, your legs spreading automatically. For what feels like hours to you, but in reality is no more than a few minutes, you bear down repeatedly, urging this little one forward. Tiny beads of sweat are starting to prickle on your forehead. You’re working so hard but the thing stays stubbornly stuck just inside you.>

“Suddenly shy, isn’t it? It’s ok, just keep pushing, it will come. It wants to come. I don’t blame it for wanting to stay inside mommy forever, though. Bigggg push, now. Good girl. That’s it, your lips are starting to part. I can see it! I can see the head!”

“The head? So it is—hoo hoo hoo unghhhhhhhh—it is something…something alive then?”

“Not necessarily. I see ‘the head’ so to speak. Come on, baby, push. That’s it. No, keep those thighs nice and wide, you need all the room you can to birth this. Push!”

“I hate you!” <You scream it as you struggle your infant-whatever forward. But far from being offended you can practically sense him growing hard at your outburst.>

“Mnnnnn, I love this. You know nothing turns me on more than a 90s sitcom-like birth.”

<You know. You’re in so much pain that you actually get angry at the shiver of pleasure that runs up your spine at his words. Your mind reels between your own arousal but is giving more and more attention to your birthing process.>

“It’s just so hot. In fact I was thinking perhaps soon let’s do it again but we’ll get you a hospital gown and a blanket to drape over your knees. I love watching you birth naked like this but there’s something about that FCC-approved delivery I find *very* appealing. Medical scrubs for me and a stethoscope, I’ll be the handsome doctor. How do you feel about stirrups?”

“ANGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK OH MY GOD!”

<Chuckles> “I suppose you’re not feeling anything but my latest offspring trying to rocket it out of you.”

“It’s coming—it’s really coming now. I—hee hee hoo hoo—want it OUT!”

“Well you’re one your way, love, keep going. That’s it. Oooo you’re really parting now. Come on, show me this ‘baby,’ show me what you’ve made me. Good girl, it’s bulging out. Keep pushing, you’ll be crowning before you know it!”

<You make an inhuman noise. As you urge more of the ‘head’ out, you feel something sharp scrape the inside of your swollen, parting, vagina. It’s…angular. Unforgiving. You put your hands to your knees and bear down steadily, raging against the intense desire to stop. But you’d lose precious progress.>

“Unghhhhhhh. I feel—I feel milk beading on my nipples. So it has to be alive if I need to—mnnnn oh god—feed it. But, *hoo hoo hoo hoo* live birthings start…start to…squish down to help it come out. This…oh god, *WHAT* did you knock me up with? What did you—“

“Breathe, baby, breathe.”

“—grow in my bellyyyyyyyyyy??!!”

“Breathe, honey, more is coming. Hee hee hee hee hoo hoo hoo hoo. Birth it out so you can see.”

“Ohhhhh it’s huge. Oh how I hate you. Don’t you dare smirk at me, not when I’m pushing your kid out. Christ, get this thing out of me!”

“Here it comes.”

“What is it?”

“Push!”

“Baby dolphin? Mnnnnghhhhh.”

“You’ll see, just birth. Birth now.”

“It feels…AHHHHHH…it feels like the RC toy car.”

“Ha! Yes, the day I had that sudden urge to nurture my inner child…though less literally than you usually do…and wanted to play with one. Thank you for that one, baby. I should get it out of the attic and play with it again. It looked so beautiful coming out of you. “

“Ohhh!”

“Just like this latest one does. Come on. Birth. Birth for me, honey. Push.”

“I’m crowning!”

“Yes, yes, my love, you’re crowning so beautifully. Don’t forget to rest and breathe—*hee hee hoo hoo hee hee hoo hoo.* My god, your body is amazing. Come on. That’s a good little mama. Push. PUSH! PUSHHHH!”

<Your toes curl into the mattress, your hands into the soft firmness underneath them. Every inch of whatever you’re birthing needs to be pushed out. It doesn’t have the slickness of the baby dolphin, whose snout had slowly but gracefully emerged from your folds and given you time to adjust to delivering the head and body. It doesn’t writhe and squirm and angle it’s way out like that deep sea creature whose name the two of you could barely pronounce, the one that the two of you doorbell ditched outside the aquarium in the biggest fish tank you could find right before Petsmart closed; after that you’d made him promise to take a break from impregnating you with anything he’d newly learned about on the Discovery Channel, just for a while.>

“Why isn’t it coming out? It won’t come out.”

“It is, sweetie, it’s coming out, I promise. You can’t feel it but it’s *definitely* coming out. Just push. Pushhhhhhhh.”

<You bear down and wait for the relief of the ‘head’ to blossom from your gaping pussy, but no such luck. Whatever this is is massive and block-like, no relief like normal women get when the head pops out and though there’s still work to be done, the most excruciating part is over. Usually you do get *something* like that, like when you’d birthed the living room lamp and the massive bulb had finally burst of you, the rest of its base easy to deliver by comparison.>

“Baby, PUSH! Have my baby, yes!”

<You’d never had an actual baby. The closest you’d come was one holiday season when for several minutes you were sure it was a human baby, but when it finally landed with a plop between your legs, you saw was a baby doll, a toy meant to brighten the season for a living child. In the end you had birthed nearly thirty of them, your heart swelling when you realized that he’d been careful to think diversely as he’d come inside you, ensuring that dolls of all sizes and colors and physicalities came out of you so that every child could find the perfect doll for them. After all the birthing you’d been so tired that you two had decided to order doll accessories online instead of birthing those too, and then you two had had fun cleaning them up and wrapping them.>

“It’s coming, my love. Oh ohhh it’s coming, keep pushing. It’s almost here.”

<You have no spare energy to do anything but squeak out a sort of grunt as you bear down. You know you’re close, experience told you so. Just one more big push before it comes out. Your vision swims and a cry you barely recognize as your own issues from your throat. Just a little more…It lands with a dull but wet thud between your parted legs. You’ve done it, you’ve birthed your latest offspring. You lay panting as he gushes, happy and amazed tears in his eyes, as always, thanking you again and again. He takes over from here, kneeling between your thighs as he tells you how well you did, reaching for the stack of towels and supplies the two of you keep in your birth kit. You notice he leaves the clamps and scissors inside their case—no cord, then. No cries or squeals or the sounds of movement or thrashing limbs. Something inanimate this time. Whatever it is, he gathers it in his arms and brings it up to you. It doesn’t matter if it’s a living thing or not, you guys always fawn over it like a long-awaited child. You made it together and brought it into the world, after all. Your eyes flutter open and you gaze upon a thick tome. Leather bound, gilded edges, elegant spine. One of last year’s bestsellers, an award winner that garnered a ton of attention. You can’t help but smile as you reach for it.>

“I thought you read this one already.”

“I did, but you know how much I like the spin you put on them. Plus I made this one a special edition.”

<You sigh happily in the quiet. You cradle the newly-born book, him cradling you. After a long time you feel his breath at your ear.>

“Sometimes I wonder if we should have a real baby.”

<You crane your neck and press a kiss to his jaw, your response sure and certain.>

“No. If we had an actual child, we wouldn’t have time for this.”

<You frown as you feel a painful cramp, confused as you’d already delivered the afterbirth just moments after the book came out. Your womb tightens further as a weight settles low in your pelvis. You look at him in confusion. His eyes shine and he grins as you instinctively begin to push.>

“Didn’t you know? They’re making this one into a movie.”

[uniquementalitypeach]

Help me—I’m going into labor and I need help birthing. Like I really need help and I need it right now. It’s coming. No. *They* are coming. Whatever has been growing in my belly the past few days is finally ready to be born.

They’ve been moving inside me almost since the beginning, strange shapes and appendages appearing on my skin as they tumbled and grew.

Oh fuck. Oh fuccckkkkkk I’m definitely having contractions, I don’t think these things will wait long. I can feel them, or the first one or whatever, dropping low and—omg it’s right up against my cervix I can’t do this! And the others keep kicking away higher up, anxious for their turn. I have no idea how to give birth. Mmmnnnghhhhh but they…they don’t care. I’m supposed to—ohhhh—dilate or something but I can’t tell if I am because all I can see is my huge belly.

Oh god they’re begging me to just spread my legs and push but I CAN’T I JUST CAN’T OOooooooooo!

What’s that Lamaze thing they do in movies, they breathe right? Like hee hee hoo hoo hee hee hoo hoo. Hoo hoo hoo hoo hooooooo—I feel it, the first creature, it’s ready.

Here’s what I need: someone brave to come find me and take me somewhere safe. Not the hospital, I tried that already and that’s a no. Somewhere private. If we can make it before the birth. I need you to come and get me somewhere then I—ugnhhhh hoo hoo hee hee hoo—need to push these things out. You’ll need to watch whatever monster these are emerge from my ANGHHHHHH…from my gaping, birthing pussy. I’m begging you to look at me like a normal woman delivering a baby and not a freak pushing out these monsters or aliens or whatever. And it needs to be fucking soon because—OH! I FEEL ONE FILLING MY BIRTH CANAL!!! Please. Someone. It’s almost time. I need to birth them. SOON. Hee hee hoo hoo hee hee hoo hoo.

[forcedbreeding]

i really just want to be a baby factory to someone nothing more… please make me birth baby after baby, oh and tie me up too because my only purpose is baby making anyways, watch and jerk off to me screaming and crying as a huge head crowns in my little cunt as i’m stuck tied up. fuck my ass raw while i birth one of your babies, make me suck your dick while i’m giving birth. use me like a toy and do whatever you want with me at all times. knock me up time after time after time again so im constantly pregnant.

[uniquementalitypeach]

I think it’s happening, I think it’s almost time. I’m about to give birth to something I wasn’t even pregnant with a couple of hours ago. I don’t know what it is, but it wants out! Even when the contractions fade, I feel it (them?) moving inside me. I’m flat on my bed with my legs spread and I have this growing urge to push. Please, is there someone who can peer between my legs and tell me what’s coming out? There’s no way I can tell over this massive belly. Oh god, my water just broke! Is there someone who can come and help as I push out my baby? At least, I think it’s a baby. I really hope it’s a baby! Anyone?