Hey, I guess I should introduce myself a bit here :)
I'm xenos-lurker, 22 yrs, and as you might have guessed from the name, I have been lurking around on the k!nkier side of Tumblr for a while. Now though, I decided to try doing some stuff as well.
Generally, I'm a writer, so I'll try to do some stories and little ideas on a few of my favourite k!nks.
Those include (but probably aren't limited to):
birth kink (and almost all adjacent kinks)
pee kink (no diapers though and no scat)
monsterf*cking
ghost kink
So I just read your fic pregnant forever and had an idea... any thoughts on being in labour "forever" where the person does everything possible to stay in labor and not give birth fully? Like birth denial and maybe pushing the baby back in a few times before it can come to a full crown?
I do like birth denial a lot, so I guess I see the appeal, but the "forever"-part can't be too literal for me. My brain just wants a scientific-ish explanation for stuff, and yeah, I could use magic to explain it but... I don't know. Prolonging labour for a few hours, maybe days, okay but weeks or months? No, that's a bit much for me.
So, yeah, I could imagine someone who's been wanting to be pregnant and loved the whole experience and is somewhat reluctant to part with it. But when the labour pains start, and the cramping and contractions keep coming, they just feel good. Yes, it's painful, but their body was made for this, and it's an entirely different way to feel pregnant now that the baby is descending into their birth canal.
At first, they just try to ignore it. They wear tighter clothes than they usually do. Underwear that's maybe just a size too small. No jeans because they're uncomfortable, but a firmer pair of sweatpants. Just anything to remind them not to push. To have a barrier.
And after hours, they can't really help but push; their body forcing it after all this time of being denied. That's when they sit differently. Ever since they hit the third trimester, they've only ever been lounging back against an army of pillows but now? Now, they sit straight, their crotch pressed firmly to the couch cushion.
But even that doesn't work for too long, and the baby's head descends further and further until it's sitting right behind their hole. They move to straddle the couch arm instead. Since it's firmer. Doesn't have a lot of give. And maybe they even enjoy themselves a bit too much. And forget all about holding the baby in.
One wrong move and suddenly, they're almost crowning and can't get their body under control again.
Desperate to stop the inevitable, they plop right back down on the couch arm, screaming at the pain of pushing the baby back in. It feels fundamentally wrong, but- but it helps them be pregnant longer. So... So it might be a good thing still. Anyway, they resolve to stay seated like this for a while.
But it turns uncomfortable at some point and now, they really can't do much to stop their body from demanding obedience. They barely make it to the bedroom, having to stop every few steps to cross their legs to keep the head from popping out - the full crown stubbornly stays, though.
At least, until they realise that to get onto the bed, they need more range of motion than they have with a head lodged in their entrance. So, gritting their teeth, they put their hand against the baby's slick head and push. Again, it's agonising and distinctively wrong, but it's necessary right now unless they want to have their baby on the floor.
And once they're lying on the bed, they realise... Maybe they can prolong this a bit more anyway.
You're the last one in the club. Fair, it's a Monday evening, not a lot of people would ever go to the club anyway. But you've got a few days off and felt like letting loose. So: club.
And yes, maybe you overindulged. Maybe you got a tad drunk. But it's fine! Really.
At least, that's what you think until a few months later, you notice your belly growing way too large to be "just a bit bloated". You even convince yourself it's all nothing until the pains start.
You're at home when it gets really bad and suddenly, you've got liquid running down your thighs. It seems to be some sort of breaking point because now, you can’t deny that your body is trying to push something out of you. That there's something battering against your cervix before it gives was.
You scream when your hole starts burning a while later, just when you decided to walk to the bedroom. You scramble to get a hold on anything, managing to grab onto the cupboard in the hallway as another pain slams into you. Unwittingly, you start pushing, allowing your body to do what it was designed to do: push out life.
You scream when your hole parts and the slick head peaks out. You cannot believe what is happening - you didn't even have sex in the past year! Or well, you don't remember it even as your baby slowly emerges from between your legs.
swimming had always been her favourite activity, and during her pregnancy, it had helped tremendously with her back pain. so, when she woke up all sore and achy, she decided to have another dip in the pond behind her house. since it was mid-summer the temperature had risen way above her comfort line, so it would also help to cool her down. putting on the only swimwear that still fit her, she eyed herself in the mirror. the bikini was rather small on her heavily pregnant body, but it wasn't like anyone would see her.
as expected, the water felt heavenly, and the pain eased almost as soon as she was completely in the water. it was hard to float with her belly, but she did the next best thing and turned onto her back but left her bottom half mostly submerged. only the top of her belly, chest and head stayed over the water line. she relaxed.
when her belly seized unexpectedly, she flinched and lost her balance, shortly dipping completely underwater for a moment before coming up again. confused, she pressed her hands to her belly while kicking with her feet to stay afloat. the pain didn't ease for a few more moments. but then, she felt her belly drop, and the water around her groin grew unusually warm. she blinked. shit. had her water just broken?! she was close to her due date, but she'd thought that she had a bit more time. obviously, her baby had a different idea though as another contraction ripped through her. she needed to get out of the water.
quickly moving back to the edge of the pond where she'd left her towel, she could just feel the ground beneath her feet, when her leg suddenly caught on something in the water. groaning in annoyance, she tugged, but whatever had caught her leg didn't budge. trying to get a better grip on the pond's ground with her free foot, she tried again but still nothing.
damn it! she didn't have time for this!
but whatever had her caught refused to let go even as she grew ever more desperate in her attempts to get free. but her body wasn't helping her any as she felt her womb seize and her baby descend. she was still tugging fruitlessly at the thing, whimpering from the pain when she suddenly felt her lower lips tense. panic flooding her system, she quickly pressed a hand to her pussy and cursed loudly when she felt the hard outline of her baby's head. if she didn't get free, she'd be having her baby in the pond... and she couldn't even get the bikini off since she couldn't bend down far enough, she only managed to push the bottoms down a bit, giving her baby a bit more space, but not enough.
uselessly, she kept pushing against the fabric, crying out as her pussy bulged and hole opened agonisingly slowly. she felt the fabric stretch as the head crowned, but when she stopped pushing, it slowly slipped back inside.
this would take forever, she realised. and her leg was still caught underwater.
she's the goddess of life, part of the party around the hero. they are to save the land from ruin by the evil king's hand. there's one tiny problem though. goddess of life means her powers are only active when she's fulfilling her duty.
creating life.
carrying life.
she'd hoped the quest would be over before the nine months mark. she'd hoped that with their united powers and the blessing of the deity, they'd beat the evil king. but here she is. heavily pregnant, days overdue, really, and fighting a seemingly endless battle against their foe. she thinks it can't get worse.
then, her water breaks just as they get ready to infiltrate the evil king's castle. hopefully, the kid can wait a bit longer because a powerless goddess isn't exactly what's needed right now...
blinks,, I really love pregnant forever, it's like one of my highest kink being beautifully written, I would pin it in my room if I could (joking, but I really love it!!!)
do you think you'll do more birth denial/pushing the baby back in trope? I would love to see more!! :D
Hi!
Gosh, thanks for the high praise, it means a lot to me.
And well, while I do like the birth denial trope and even a bit of pushing the baby back in, I've noticed while writing "Pregnant Forever" that I struggle with doing it when the baby was already born. Maybe it's just the scientific part of my brain going "EH? How?!", but it just doesn't feel great to me.
But I do have some ideas on 'regular' pushing the baby back in stuff and birth denial. At least, I will once my writer's block releases me again (hopefully, soon, but it tends to be volatile ^^')
Anyway, thanks for the praise and question, I do like to know what people enjoy on my blog :)
A/N: I had this dream last night (which is kinda unusual since I'm not generally someone who remembers dreams that aren't nightmares), so I decided to share it. I did improve some things/change stuff that I started forgetting after waking up, but I actually dreamed it like a movie/story, so most of this really did go down in my brain. Just for some more input because I'm a story-teller at heart: there is magic in this, but it's still a more medieval setting. Magical realism you could call it, I guess.
So, have fun with this ;)
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I was a young woman in a medieval-ish, magical world about to be married off by my father to gain more power. But I'd already fallen in love (and into bed) with one of his closest advisors, and we were planning to run away together before I got married. The thing that threw a wrench into our plan was the fact that I ended up pregnant. Luckily, I didn't show much, so I could hide it from my father and everyone else; only my lover knew and promised to get me out as soon as possible.
Unfortunately, my father seemed to have become suspicious of us as he sent my lover on a mission that lasted months. When he finally returned, I was almost nine months pregnant and about to give birth any moment. We needed to escape and soon. But first, my father had prepared for me to meet my soon-to-be husband at least once before the wedding (though it was more so that the guy could check out the 'wares' he was being offered).
The morning of the day of the meeting, my water broke. I sent my lover a message that we needed to leave tonight and steeled myself to keep the baby in until we were safe. Luckily, my body seemed to agree, and the contractions were mellow and rather far apart for the next few hours. But as I was called into the tea room to be shown off to my soon-to-be husband, the worry and stress took their toll.
I could feel my cervix widening ever more as I stood by the fireplace to be talked about, get praised in a way my father had never done before and feel the stranger's eyes roam across my body lustfully. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't unless I wanted to be punished. So, I stood silently, keeping my legs together tightly, and imagining my bright future away from this house.
Finally, I was sent off again, so the men could discuss the last details of the marriage deal. I made my way towards my room but had to stop every few steps to lean forward and breath through contraction after contraction. I forcefully kept from pushing, but gravity and my body's natural instincts weren't helping. The baby kept descending.
I reached my room and closed the door, awkwardly waddling to the bathroom, taking the little magic device with me. I needed to contact my friend who was supposed to help me deliver my child. She immediately answered, worry colouring her voice. I explained the situation, and she promised me that everything was going well, to just relax and not force myself to do anything. Since she couldn't see me, I allowed myself to frown at the ludicrous idea. Still, I agreed.
I laid down and managed to get out of lunch and dinner by claiming to feel ill. Father came by and told me sternly not to mess up the deal he'd made. I smiled weakly, balled my hands into fists underneath the duvet as another contraction rolled through me and nodded in agreement. And then night fell, and I could count down the hours until my lover would come to take me away.
But before it was even midnight, I realised that the baby wasn't going to wait that long. I was coming, and it was coming now. Quietly, I heaved myself out of bed and walked to the wardrobe. I had hidden away some pillows, blankets, and towels there. Also, some herbs my friend gave me to help with the pain and soreness. Worrying my bottom lip, I arranged everything in front of the fireplace in my room, the dying embers casting a weak light and little heat. Then, I lowered myself to my knees, hands on the chair that was usually placed in front of the fire.
I knew what to do, my friend and I had gone over this a few times in case of an emergency. With shaky hands, I reached underneath my night gown - I'd forgone underwear in anticipation of this - and inserted a finger to see how far my child had descended.
Almost immediately, my finger touched the hard yet soft and slick form of my baby's head. It was right there, about to be born. Sighing, I removed my finger, wiped it on a towel and then shifted slightly. I parted my legs more and leant onto the chair more. Like that, I waited for the next contraction. When it came, I pushed with it for the first time today. Almost immediately, I felt that it was different from denying myself; the baby moved quicker, beginning to spread my hole. Surprisingly, it barely burned, possibly the adrenaline and fear of getting caught dulling the pain. But I'd take that if it meant, I could limit the chance of being discovered.
Again and again, I pushed with my contractions, one hand placed on the baby's head as it crowned. It hurt, but I bit my lip and merely groaned lowly. And then, the head popped out, and I sighed in relief. Caressing the slick hair on my baby's head, I shifted my hips a bit to relieve the growing pressure as the shoulders began to press against my hole more insistently. With the following contraction, I pushed again and didn't stop even as it tapered off. The shoulders spread me painfully wide, and I had to bite down on a pillow to muffle my groans and moans. But finally, the first shoulder slipped out, quickly followed by the other one.
And then, my baby slipped out of me, pulled onto the mess of blankets and towels beneath me by gravity.
For a few moments, all I could so was pant. Then I reached down and picked the squirming babe up, placed it on my chest, uncaring of the blood and fluids ruining the night gown. The baby began mewling softly, but I quickly mumbled a little spell to keep it's voice hidden from others' ears.
Slowly, I sat down with my baby on my chest, waiting patiently for the afterbirth to come out. Then, I grabbed the leaves and started chewing while slowly going about separating the baby from the afterbirth and cleaning us both up. I swaddled it up in soft blankets and got dressed in more practical escape clothes myself. Then, we settled down and waited.
When my lover appeared in the room through a portal, his eyes practically bulged out of his head before they began to water as he took in the small form of our child cradled in my arms. He engulfed us in his arms, whispering apologies for not having been there and praise for us to have done it.
And then we started off into our new life to live a happy ever after.
Though, I'm unsure how much I'll incorporate this particular topic into my general writing since my brain is kinda weird about biology. It doesn't care about birth denial or even monsters or eggs, but reverse birth?
Nah, that just crossing some line in there. That's why I added the magic bits, to explain it to myself, so my brain wouldn't keep stalling.
A/N: So, this is a story requested by @unbirth1997 (Thanks for being my first request here on tumblr, btw).
It is different from my usual MO, as this contains unbirth aka the baby is birthed and then pushed back in. Also, I'd like to think of this as an alternate world with magical realism, just to have a possible explanation for everything that happens. Enjoy ;)
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You didn't exactly plan getting pregnant, but now that you are, you enjoy it. You love it! It's like the best thing that ever happened to you. The weight of your belly, the way your breasts have swollen with milk, the way your hips have widened in preparation. You enjoy looking at yourself, and you enjoy the way people look at you when you go out. And of course, you love feeling your baby kick and move inside you. Sometimes, you spend hours just touching your belly to feel the reactions it gets from the child safely growing inside.
Actually, you love it so much that you've been dreading the end of it. The birth. Not because of the pain, no. But because it'll mean that you won't be pregnant any longer.
So, you try to make the most of the experience. You take photos, videos and even start journalling to remember every detail of the pregnancy. You check the internet forums for other moms who feel the same way, though most blogs and entries are mostly about how done everyone is after 9 months of carrying a baby. But then, you stumble across a different kind of forum. One where every single post speaks to you on an almost spiritual level. Posts about wanting to stay pregnant, wanting to keep the feelings and the bodily changes. You find entries describing how mothers tried to deny themselves, tried to stop nature, but eventually failed. And then, after days of reading, you find the post. The one that changes your world.
It's hidden and the user has been deactivated, but as soon as you read the first few lines, you immediately save it in a separate document. The person who posted it talks about permanent pregnancy. Of a way to trick nature. You're hooked. You research all the steps the person listed, the herbs to inhibit labour and the ones to take during. You will make sure that this is going to work! You gently caress your belly as you place the last of your orders.
"This is it baby... I just want to keep you safe inside, yeah? Mommy loves feeling you kick and move so much.", you whisper lovingly.
On the low table, you have the herbs and some sports drink to keep up your electrolytes and not get dehydrated accidentally. Additionally, you now have pillows upon pillows to lean back against and start pushing with your contractions. The pain sharpens as you feel your baby descend with every push, the burning of muscles being stretched that previously had no business doing so. After a while, your lower lips begin to feel even worse than your birth canal, and your soft groans turn into bitten-off screams.
Still, you do everything to prolong your pregnancy naturally; you don't walk much, you try to be as gentle with yourself as possible. But eventually, biology takes over, and you wake up to cramps and an oddly tight feeling in your belly and hips. Instinctively, you know that this is it. You're prepared, so you try to relax as your contractions become stronger and quicker. Your baby is moving more than usual as well, as if it knows that you're getting ready to birth it.
Around noon, your water breaks, relieving some of the pressure in your hips, but it also has your baby descend quicker than before. The kicking now becomes sharper as the buffering of the amniotic fluid is gone. After hours of labouring, the urge to push becomes impossible to ignore, so you make your way to the little nest you prepared in the living room.
"C'mon, baby, you need to get out, so I can work on keeping you inside longer...", you groan as the contraction tapers of for a few moments.
As the baby's head slowly begins to open you in a teardrop shape, you grab the first herb you need to chew on for a few minutes. It tastes bitter, but it doesn't matter much as the pain of an almost crowning head takes over your awareness for a while. After minutes of struggling, your baby's head finally pops out in a gush of fluids, and you spit out the herb to exchange it with the next one. You breath through the brief respite of the burning pain - now, it's just a throbbing kind of sharpness compared to the burn of a full crown. You still feel your baby's legs move in your canal, but it's surprisingly not too bad. But soon enough, your abdomen tightens again with another contraction, and you push again to get the shoulders past your opening.
"Yes, baby, like that. Just a bit more, c'mon.", you prompt, even though your baby can't understand you.
For a few moments, everything is quiet, only your laboured breathing disrupts the peace. The baby stays quiet too, but you can see its chest rising and falling shallowly, and you know that it's supposed to be like that thanks to the herbs you chewed on. With one trembling hand, you reach out to trace your baby's face while the other reaches for the last herb you need to take. It tastes odd, not exactly bad but not good either. But it does make the soreness disappear quickly until you feel almost euphoric. This is it. Now you can get on with making yourself pregnant again and for as long as you want to be.
The leaves in your mouth begin to grow spicy, your tongue burning slightly as if you ate some hot sauce or something similar. It slowly travels down your throat and into your belly, warming you from the inside out. It eases some of the discomfort.
The shoulders are stubborn, it takes you a while to get the first one out with a shout. The other one stays stuck for three or four more pushes before your baby slips out of you up to the waist. You shift your hips, lifting them off the blanket your seated on and with a last strong push, you force the whole body out of you.
Still chewing, you take hold of your baby's legs and carefully shift to press its feet to your hole again. Distinctly, you know this should be painful and possibly feel wrong, but all you can really think about is how great the pregnancy was. When the feet slip back in, you gasp in surprise before giggling softly. You feel them move inside you, trying to kick but being squeezed tightly by your walls. Readjusting your grip, you ease the calves back inside yourself until you feel the feet poking your womb again. Thanks to the herbs, it's still fully dilated and with some gentle prodding, the feet slip inside again. You groan softly as your child kicks you again, harder this time, but you push more of the baby inside while moving your hips forward to quicken the process. Your previously slightly deflated belly grows rounder again, and the image alone has you grinning widely.
You can do this. Just a little bit more, and you'll have all you ever wanted.
The arms are a bit tricky since you don't want to hurt your baby, but after some struggling and more kicks to your womb, you simply ball them into fists and press them to your hole. It takes a bit until you stretch around the added girth but then, with a soft pop, the hands slip inside you as well. The shoulders are almost easy after that, though there's some tightness again now that has you groaning softly.
Before you do the last stretch to get the head back inside you as well, you take a short break and spit out the leaves in your mouth. After you get the baby back into your womb completely, you need to drink and then just wait with your hips elevated slightly to keep the baby in.
"Okay, baby, let's get you back inside, okay? You love it inside there, too, right?"
"Bye, bye, little one. I'll see you again in nine months.", you whisper down at your child.
It kicks you again, but you take it as agreement. The baby wiggles slightly, turning a bit before stilling again. Grabbing the head gently, you press against it and feel the baby slowly move further inside you. Your hole stretches around the chin first and then, with almost herculean effort, you force the rest of the head into you as well.
A startled shout rips itself from your throat, though it didn't even hurt, but the sudden fullness is a lot to take after everything. But you're not done yet, you still need to get the head behind your cervix as well. The baby wiggles inside you, pressing against your walls and kicking at your womb again. It's probably confused about being back in a tight space, but it's not trying to get back out.
Shifting to get a better angle, you grab the lube you placed on the table and slick up your hand and wrist. You've never tried something like this before, but since you just had a whole baby, a hand shouldn't really be a problem.
Then, taking a deep breath, you carefully insert two fingers to see how tight you are. Unsurprisingly, you can almost immediately add two more, spreading them slightly to test. It pulls slightly, but you're getting impatient, so you press your thumb inside as well. Since the head is resting just behind your hole, you fingers press against it uncomfortably, so you shift and then start pushing the head further up your birth canal.
Really, you have no idea how long you keep doing it until you feel the head slip through your cervix again. You're bend around your now round and full belly awkwardly to reach your hole, but the second the head stops touching your fingers, you feel whole again.
"You make me so happy, baby.", you whisper to your belly, "We'll be so happy like this."
Moaning softly, you flop backwards, hand getting dragged out of yourself by the movement. Jerkily, you manage to place some pillows below your hips to angle them upwards before you just breath for a few moments. Then you grab your drink and swallow down half of it in just a few gulps. It feels refreshing and close your eyes to just bask in the moment. You're still pregnant. You'll stay pregnant now... You did it!
One of your hands slowly moves to your belly and caresses the swell of it. Still full, still round, still pregnant. And until you decide to change that, it'll stay that way. The baby kicks once more before settling down, obviously content with where it is.
Had it been stupid to do this? Yes, definitely. Had she thought that she had enough time? Also, yes. Now, here she was. Alone in a tree house, the ladder she'd used to get up here on the ground and out of her reach. And the worst? Her baby had decided that now was the best moment to make its appearance into the world! Her due date was still almost a week away! She'd thought she had time!
She groaned as the baby's head forced her birth canal to widen. She fumbled with her overalls, trying to get the latches undone, but her hands were trembling too badly and she kept slipping off.
Suddenly another contraction ripped through her and she bore down on instinct, screaming as her baby shot down inside her until it was resting just behind her lower lips.
Shit, was she going to have her baby in a tree house with her pants still on?! It seemed more and more likely as her contractions picked up in frequency and she felt herself stretch...
A/N: This is a bit... heavier/darker than most of my previous works, but I got a bit intrigued by the thought of someone with control issues giving birth and wanting to do it all their way, but their body refusing to cooperate. There are also notions of the baby being unwanted, but I'm not going too much into detail on that - you can imagine what you want there, really. (Around 1.7k words)
You've always prided yourself on being in control. You love having control, and people appreciate when you take it, giving orders and making decisions. That's how you got to the point you are at in life. So, to lose control is horrifying to you, but for the past 9 months, you've had to watch your body change against your will. All because of one stupid night...
Sitting in your office, doubled over in pain as another contraction rolls through your womb, you refuse to bow to it any longer. You will be in control now. This baby is coming when you decide it's the place and the time and not a second before that! So even as your body screams at you to push, to move, to accept this, you fight. You stay in your seat, immerse yourself in your work to ignore the growing pains; to ignore the baby slowly but surely descending inside you, even as you refuse to push - your body is betraying you still.
You stay seated as the involuntary pushes your body forces out of you have the baby sit right behind you lower lips; not yet opening you up.
You stay seated, hands gripping the desk's edge tightly, as you fight to stay silent through your contractions as you seal another deal with a client on the phone.
You stay seated when the pain starts becoming mind-numbing as the baby's head starts spreading your hole until it can't go further with your clothes and the chair in the way.
You stay seated until you can be sure that no one else is still at the office, hours after your official end of the work-day. But you can't let anyone see you like this. Struggling to keep control over your own body. So you wait and wait until finally, everyone has clocked out, and you can start making your way to the parking lot as well.
The second you lever yourself to your feet, gravity and the newfound space force the baby downwards. Fire spreads through your groin, making you hiss against your will. Anger starts boiling in your chest. This is your choice! You're in control. You move a hand to the head protruding from your hole just slightly, your tight business trousers still doing a good enough job at caging it in. Then, with strength born of stubborn determination, you push against the head, forcing it back behind your lips. The excruciating pain feels like control.
Huffing, you manage to walk all the way to the elevator before another contraction hits, but you steadfastly ignore the urge to push, breathing heavily instead. The ride down takes forever it seems but eventually, you reach your car and can sit down, forcing your baby back in again. Victory. The seated position and the car seat underneath you keep the baby from moving again during the drive home, and your body seems to have gotten the message - finally - that you're the one controlling this experience as the contractions mellow again.
At home, you waddle into the kitchen to put down your work bag and grab something to drink. You're wondering how to do this the most efficient way. The tub or shower would be easiest to clean up, while the bedroom would be more comfortable... Not that you need comfort when this is all just a huge annoyance already. Bathroom it is then. You push away from the counter after downing the last sips of water and make your way to the stairs.
When you're barely halfway up, your belly seizes again. Harder this time, more insistent and painful than ever before. You double over, pushing without even realising that you've lost control of yourself almost completely. It burns again as the baby's head spreads you open, almost at a full crown in your by now rather soggy trousers. A scream - a mix of pain and frustration - tears itself from your throat as your legs bow slightly into a squat of their own accord. The hand that's not holding onto the banister, flies to your crotch again, feeling the baby's head right there. But this is not how you want this to go, so you brace yourself and start pushing the baby back in again. It's agony, but you will not let your body dictate your actions!
After that, you keep your steps as small as possible to not give your body any chance to force the baby's head down again. You enter the bathroom and rummage through your cabinets to find the oldest towels you have and won't miss. Placing them on the tub's edge, you start filling it with some warm water, hoping it'll help with the cleanup after. As the tub fills, you start taking off your blazer and button-down. Your bra follows and soon enough, you've only got your panties on. The tub is barely halfway full but that's enough, so you close the tap.
As you move to grab your phone that you've placed by the sink, you feel another contraction roll through you. Forcefully, you cross your legs even as your body pushes - though weakly since you're refusing to help by bearing down. This time, the contraction lasts longer than usually, and you start to wonder whether it'll ever stop again just before it begins to fade. Muttering to yourself, you grab your phone and waddle back to the tub.
Dropping your panties to the tiled floor, you carefully lift one leg to get into the tub. The water feels comfortably warm as you lower yourself down until you're seated again. With the baby having moved slightly, you feel extremely full like this, so you start shifting until you're leaning backwards against she side of the tub.
Good, now you can do this your way.
You wait for the next contraction - more or less patiently, you'd like this to be over sooner rather than later, there's more to do after all. Finally, the cramping starts again, and you get ready to push with the contraction. It's weaker than before, but that's probably to be expected after all the denial you put your body through. As pain laces through your belly, you push slightly - mostly to check how it feels. Unexpectedly, the baby stubbornly stays right where it is.
Frowning, you try to push harder, but the contraction is already over. You grumble and shift, hoping it will ease the stretch and help the baby move. One of your hands finds it way to your belly, running along the skin softly. Really, first the kid can't wait, and now, it's playing hide and seek, or what? But at least now, it isn't quite as painful as it was before...
You take that back not even fifteen minutes later. As if your body realised that you're now willing to work with it, the contractions started ramping up in frequency and intensity. The water has stopped being soothing minutes ago, but you're unable to move with the baby's head lodged firmly in your birth canal, barely spreading you open but low enough to force your legs apart. Your voice is beginning to sound hoarse as you scream with every push, willing the agony to be over.
This is not how you planned this.
This isn't supposed to happen like this, damn it!
The sound that leaves you as the head finally - finally - crowns is inhuman, guttural and so unlike you, you would probably be embarrassed if you weren't so busy. But you are busy. Very busy to keep pushing to escape the burning stretch of a full crown. But the contraction leaves you and uselessly pushing seems to do nothing but make the pain worse, so you stop. You're exhausted and done with the experience. Maybe you should have opted for a hospital delivery. Or at least admitted to being out of your depth and hired a doula or a midwife...
But it's too late to change your decisions now.
Another contraction sweeps through you, and you engage every muscle you could possibly have in your abdomen to get that baby out. The water around you is turning darker by the minute, amniotic fluid and blood and whatever else making it murky and dirty. Something that bothers you. A lot.
And suddenly, that's more important than delivering your baby. You need clean water. Now. No discussions, no delays. Even though the contraction is still going, you stop pushing and instead shift to reach the knob to open the drain. The water level sinks more and more until your sitting in an empty tub, shivering and wet. Quickly, you first close the drain again and then turn on the tap, warm water slowly spreading across your bottom, your thighs, your spread hole and then your belly until the water's surface sits just below your naked breasts.
Satisfied with the change, you lean back again. Hopefully, now this will all be better. More yours.
Your body decides to set you straight.
Without any time to react, your belly seizes, and you're pushing again, desperately and painfully. You try to stop, or at least, slow down, but it's no use. For the first time, you understand that this is it. This is happening the way your body demands, and you're just along for the ride - an unwilling victim of biology. With no way of escape and no say in the matter, you feel yourself stretch more and more until - with a quiet, mostly internal, pop - the baby's head slips out of you. Something like relief washes through you, but your body obviously isn't about to stop now. The contraction doesn't ebb away, instead, it seems to ramp up even more, and you're screaming as the shoulders force you open again.
At first, they don't manage to get out. It hurts, and you claw at the porcelain of the tub as the shoulders slowly twist inside you, dragging along abused flesh and overstimulated nerves. Then, one is released and the other quickly follows. You sob as the pressure lessens, the pain receding to a distant throb.
One last push, and you finally birth your baby into the 'not so clean anymore' water. On instinct, you reach out and carefully lift the body out of the water. Immediately, a loud sound - not quite a sob or cry but close enough - echoes around the room, and tears gather in your eyes.
You did it. You had your baby. Not the way you wanted, but right now, you don't even care anymore. Right now, you're just glad to hold the baby and be free of the pain again.
werewolf tboy who just wants to be accepted by his pack, but they tell him that first he has to beat all the real males by not getting pupped during one long sex-marathon with the tboy getting stuffed and knotted over and over and over again...
And he tries, he pleads with the stars and moon above that he'll stay strong, but the poor thing has no idea that the game was rigged from the start. That the pack healer gave him a fertility drug instead of his t-shot to make sure that he loses this fight.
And as his flat stomach begins to bulge and grow, the pack fusses over him, saying that they always told him that he's not a real male but just their little breeding toy... Just there to help the real men find relief and produce strong offspring...
All you wanted was to buy some ice cream; satisfy the latest craving. Instead, you're trying not to look suspicious as you lean against the icebox, eyes supposedly looking at the offered ice cream flavours that you can't concentrate on as your belly seizes and your child descends a bit more. You didn’t think that the contractions you'd been feeling were the real deal; your water hasn't broken yet, and they weren't that regular either.
But now, you're very certain that this is it. You're in labour, in the middle of a grocery store with possibly a hundred people around to watch you as your baby slowly but surely spreads you open . And there's nothing you can do to change that unless, you leave right now.
So you force yourself upright again and waddle towards the exit. But just as you reach the freedom of the parking lot, a sharp cramp forces you to double over slightly. The only saving grace is that there's no one to witness it.
But as you reach your car, you realise that you are out of time. A guttural scream rips itself from your throat as your baby crowns into your panties and leggings right there in th supermarket parking lot.
