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"Pant pant pant pant! Straining down hard! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Pant pant pant pant! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Loud moaning and longer straining."

"Push into the pain! Push down hard! Its coming! Its coming faster now!"

"Rapid panting and bearing down with hard grunting efforts. AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Grunting longer. GRUNTING LOUDER AND LONGER! I CAN FEEL IT! I CAN FEEL IT COMING!"

"So close now! Its stretching you as wide as possible. You are giving birth to it. Right now! It is birthing. YOU ARE GIVING BIRTH!"

Your heavy, full globe of a stomach practically touches the floor as you sway on your hands and knees. I brace my hands on your hips, stilling you for a moment so I can check your progress.

“Is the head out?” you repeat when I remain silent.

I want to tell you yes, the head is there, it’s almost over. But the truth is you’ve barely begun. There’s a small slit revealing just a hint of dark hair and you’re already wailing.

“Burning, it’s burning!” you cry as the teardrop widens into a small ‘o’ with the force of another contraction. “Please, I need it out!”

Hook me up to a TENS unit to give me contractions. Make me bounce on my birthing ball like a good laboring slut…but rub my lower back too because you’re a kind and loving Daddy. You can even put your hand inside me and ‘check’ my cervix, I won’t mind. Work my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other as I breathe through the simulated contractions.

Eventually it’ll be time to push, so you can lube up my inflatable while I sit on my birth stool. Push it inside me while you rub my belly, then make me count each squeeze of the pump as you inflate it to the size of a real head. Tell me to enjoy the stretch deep inside, swirl my hips around to feel the delicious pressure.