7 cm dilated.

what happens at 7 cm? 

contractions really, really hurt. you don’t have a lot of rest between your contractions anymore, if at all. you can’t push either, only wait. you have nothing you can do to speed things along.

you can continue to moan and thrash, trying to get through each contraction, helplessly waiting to dilate. you can try changing positions until you’re too exhausted to move any more. or you can ask to be checked, and then after you scream through having fingers jammed up your vagina, they tell you to keep waiting.

the pain is already unimaginable and yet you know it will have to hurt a lot more before you can push. you just want it to be over and you might still have hours of this ahead of you.

I'm sorry for leaving everyone in the lurch since I finished Sophie's story - life has gotten busy! But I'm happy to come back into the writing groove with a two-part opener for our new girl, Nova. Nova came in second place from the poll I did way long ago, long enough for her to have gotten pregnant in the meantime and carried all the way to full term with time to spare.

Also in the process of answering some lovely messages in my inbox - thank you all for your patience with me and all your continued support. All my characters and I are still happy to answer any questions, divulge whatever details you're wondering.

Nova, part 1 Nova, part 2

The phone rings. Sierra blearily blinks. It's just past 6 am, and Nova's picture on the screen is blazing far too brightly into her eyes. She answers the call, forcing herself to keep from dozing back off. "Hey."

"Sierra, I think something's wrong." Nova's voice is shaky and fearful.

"What?" Sierra sits up, jolting awake.

"There's some blood in my panties."

Blood in her panties. "Is it a lot? Like, are you bleeding right now?"

"Not a lot. But some sticky stuff is also coming out with it."

Sierra suppresses a sigh, equal parts relieved, annoyed, and amused. It's the bloody show and the mucus plug. She hadn't mentioned it to Nova when describing her own birth experience. Amid all the rushing to the hospital and the screaming that had gone on afterwards, she had simply not thought to mention this insignificant pre-labor detail. But it seems that nobody else had, either. If she'd even bothered to consult anyone else, even a stranger on the Internet.

"Nova, it's okay. It's - " Sierra stops herself mid-reassurance. An idea is forming.

"It's what? What?" Nova's voice grows with panic.

"It's probably nothing." Sierra chooses her words carefully. "But would you like to come see the doctor, just in case?"

Sierra can hear nothing but Nova's shaky breaths on the other end for a few moments. Finally, her voice answers back. "I'm scared."

"I know, it'll be okay. The doctor can help."

"No, I'm scared of the doctor. I don't - I - " Nova's voice shudders and breaks. "What if they don't let me have my baby my own way?"

"My doctor listened to me. It won't completely ignore your part in the process. They'll keep you safe however they can but they'll also listen to your wishes. They'll only do what they have to do to keep you both safe."

"I want to have my baby by myself."

"You will. Even with the doctor, I had mine by myself. I even caught my own baby, remember?"

Another long pause from Nova, her breaths this time interspersed with sobs. "Can I see your doctor, at least?"

"Of course. I'll make a call and I'll get right back to you. Just wait for me a few minutes. It'll be okay."

Sierra hangs up and sighs in relief. The past few days had been spent worrying about how she would get Nova to see some sense and at least get a check up. But the perfect excuse had arrived today. Turns out Sierra had still underestimated Nova's ignorance and naivete. What is she going to do with this girl?

There's no time to lose for now. She flips out her address book and finds another number. She dials. The line rings for a few moments before the call connects.

***

"Hey, Doctor, it's Sierra Abel. Yes. Baby and I doing well, thank you.

"I'm so sorry to bother you so early. I've got an interesting situation here. I have a...friend...here - she's pregnant but I just found out she hasn't gone to see the doctor at all this entire pregnancy. Yeah. I know.

"No, I don't know exactly how far along she is, but she's getting close. In fact, this morning she had a bloody show and lost her mucus plug and turns out she doesn't know what that is and she's freaking out. I persuaded her to get it 'checked out' and I was wondering if you might have time to see her today. Just...don't freak her out but maybe make her feel like she had a real reason to be safe about it so we can make sure she's actually safe? I know you told me that you can make special considerations for moms in unique need and I think she's certainly a unique case.

"That sounds wonderful. Thank you so much. We'll see you in a little bit. Thank you, Doctor."

***

Sierra dials back to Nova. Nova picks up right away. "Hey." Her voice is steadier now, but still sounds somewhat breathless.

"Hey, Nova. I just talked with the doctor. I'll come pick you up and we'll go right there."

"Okay. I'm getting ready to go now. Thanks."

"You're joking."

"What?"

"You've never been?"

"No! I've felt completely fine and I'll be perfectly okay having him at home."

"Nova, I..." Sierra sighs deeply, lost for words. She seems to struggle to decide what to say. "Do you... do you have any idea what you're getting into?"

Nova doesn't look remotely fazed. She shrugs. "It's not like I haven't taken care of myself. I've been eating well, I stay fit... I look pretty great while pregnant, don't I?"

Internally, Sierra grudgingly agrees as she looks Nova's naked body up and down. But she tries to put aside her teasingly interrupted arousal for now. "Look, Nova, this isn't something that you can just power through. Not even a prenatal exam?"

"Nope. I'll go if I start to feel something off, but I'm really determined to have him by myself. I've already made it this far." Nova idly rubs her bare belly, seemingly unperturbed at their intimate evening suddenly taking a turn into an inquisition.

"Him? How do you know it's a he?"

Nova smiles mischievously. "I just...know."

Sierra sighs again. "Nova..." She pauses a long while before continuing. "How have I not known all this time that you've never made a single trip to the doctor?"

"I mean, I haven't exactly made a big deal out of it."

"But that's the thing. This isn't the kind of thing you should be this...chill about!"

"You told me plenty about your own experience already."

"I didn't realize you were using that to plan your own! I should have known with how interested you were in the details."

Nova grabs Sierra's hands with both of her own. "Look. I know your story can't fully prepare me for the full experience. But how many women have given birth throughout history without all these modern intrusions? Your story of doing it naturally really inspired me."

"How long have you been planning this?" Sierra doesn't draw away from Nova's touch, but she's still looking equal parts skeptical and horrified.

"I've always wanted this." Nova squeezes Sierra's hands. "This is how I always envisioned having my baby."

"You know, I gave birth in a hospital. Isn't that what you don't want?"

Nova reaches forward, gently touching Sierra's bare thigh. She can feel Sierra's initial shock wearing off, even if she knows she's not convinced. "Not ideally, no. I actually promised myself in the beginning that I'd get checked out if I need it, but everything's felt so right. I know I'm healthy. And so is he. And what's important is that you did it by yourself, unassisted, with just your own body." Nova doesn't hesitate to press her advantage. She leans in. "You know I always admired your body."

If I had to pick just one, definitely the birth. The total lack of control, the complete takeover of her body that turns any pretty, smiling, carefree girl into a sobbing wreck.

What's your favorite position to labor in? Do you like having physical support?

I never thought of having a favorite because it all hurt so much lol. I guess on my hands and knees with my husband pressing my back was the least bad since it was the best I could do for my back labor - posterior baby is no joke! but that was also when I realized I was hitting my breaking point because it just still kept getting worse and I realized nothing I or he does can truly help the pain.

3. What would be your preferred setting?

I assume you're asking for Sophie's preferred setting for her own birth and not watching others' births. Though she did unwillingly get a front row seat to that as well.

already answered for myself so I'll have Dr. Anderson take this one.

Women make a surprisingly wide range of attire choices when coming in, even after labor has gone on a while. They always get a gown if they want but I let them wear anything as long as I can get in there and do my thing when I need to. Every so often I get patients who keep their skirt or pants or tights on and try to put it all back on after I check them. they usually last two or three checks before they ditch the bottoms.

I really like when they have their own top and/or bra on and nothing else. they're usually covered by a sheet when dressed like that, so it doesn't look so exposed, but I can get in easily. Wearing her own clothes wherever she can is always cute, like she's trying to keep herself grounded when going through this kind of thing, a very compromised modesty.

Dr. A

What sort of verbal pain reaction is your favorite?

I really love when the girl starts saying how much it hurts - it's as if she's trying to ask it to stop, like it's too much. That point where the moaning and enduring turns to bargaining. But of course, her body is out of her control and it'll just keep hurting worse.

I have a personal connection and sympathy for when they beg me to get the baby out - I did the same thing! I'm always doing exactly what they're asking, getting the baby out as fast as I can, but I know how desperate it feels from Mom's point of view.

At the same time, it's really the only time I can take a direct role in getting things going. I can do things like break her water but that's still dependent on her body picking things up herself. But getting a baby out at the end, that's where I can physically take a hand to help it go as smoothly and swiftly as possible.

Dr. A

What would you enjoying doing to mom physically, such as physical support, medical procedures, help her reposition, etc.?

Don't tell anyone, but it's secretly satisfying when I stretch a patient's vagina a little bit and the baby's head slides out more. I know it hurts like hell (I've been there!) but it's so effective in getting mom over the finish line!

-Dr. A

(if you ask her as Maddie, you might get a different answer or at least different motivations!)

a nice blouse, maybe cardigan, cute skirt, and black tights. she picked a nice outfit for the day - maybe she had different plans before labor kicked in or she picked these just to look put together for the occasion while she's still smiling. and she'd have a few contractions still fully dressed in the triage room while being monitored. Her toes curl in the nylon tights, her legs chafe, her skirt rides up, her cardigan falls off her shoulder, gradually growing more and more disheveled as she winces and moans but still smiles and recomposes herself between waves of pain.

or course it all has to come off at some point. if she asked, of course I'd help her undress. especially if I were medical staff, normally I wouldn't help a patient like this but in her huge, vulnerable, pained condition she might need a little help tugging those panties down.

after that my only preference is for cute patterned socks of some sort. hospital gown, just a loose top, or maybe completely nude otherwise, screaming, sobbing for it to all end, and cute socks that normally brighten any outfit are now just useless against the agony she's in, almost a mockery as her feet twist and curl and kick in them.

6: What part of her body and at what angle would you enjoy watching most?

Face! I want to see her expression twist and scrunch as each contraction digs into her.

Followed by feet. Likewise. I want to see her toes curl and squirm.

Ideally then, I want an angle where I can see both ends of her body. I might be in a minority but I don't really like close-ups of her crowning vagina if nothing else is in frame. I want to see her whole body work and struggle through the whole thing.

This was written by my collaborator @evertide05 (https://www.deviantart.com/evertide), who was also the main driving force behind creating Maya's character. Posted with permission and is to be considered canon for all purposes.

“Well, your weight and blood pressure look good for a six-week pregnancy.  How about we have a quick check of how things are going on the inside?” the doctor asks nicely, like she’s not the least bit bothered by the discomfort her patient is about to be in and, in fact, is eager to get started.

Maddie smiles a bit nervously as she lies back in bed, shimmying her panties down just enough to give the doctor access.

“I’m not going to be able to work very well like that, Maddie,” the doctor says as she pulls on a glove, the latex making a somewhat exaggerated snap into place as she lets it go.  “Come on, now.  Panties down, dress up, legs open.”

She mutters a shy, “Um...o-okay,” as she does as instructed: Dress up, then panties down to her ankle-high socks, and then legs spread.  She breathes a little harder as the doctor sits on her stool by the bed and rests a hand on her stomach, once again flat (at least, for a woman who had given birth to twins some time ago and a third baby just recently), and lightly chews her lip as the gloved hand, index and middle fingers extended, slides out of sight below her pubic mound.  This is the first of many such examinations she’ll be going through, which will be so much more involved than a simple gynecological exam, and she’d better be ready.

At least, that’s what the character she’s playing thinks, and Maddie can draw on plenty of her own experience to bring out that character.  Gotta make it look good for the camera, after all, which is indeed recording even if this is just for fun and to give her and Heather a little something to enjoy later.

“And here, we,” the doctor says before she slides in, making Maddie yelp.  She’s good at making pleasure sound like pain, and she’s extremely familiar with how well the two can go together.  “Go,” the doctor finishes, fingers deep inside her.  “Sorry, Maddie, I didn’t want you to tense up on me before I could get in.”

“Aah...y-yeah, doctor. It’s fine, I’m fine,” she whimpers as she breathes out through pursed lips and tries to relax as the doctor’s fingers flex a bit, making her visibly grip the bed sheets.

She’s not completely faking her pain: The doctor is deep in there, and she’s still recovering from the breech birth she went through not long ago, quite an ordeal even by the standards of childbirth.  There are no contractions crashing over her like waves in a storm-tossed sea, but these two fingers might be all she can handle.  Even pleasuring herself, in the rare instances she has the time, can get uncomfortable.

If it weren’t for Heather being there to keep lending a hand with her twin boys and newborn daughter, she wouldn’t even have that time.  Her friend has always been there to lend a hand.  Like right now, for instance, with a hand knuckle-deep in her vagina.

Speaking of which, she hasn’t revealed her secret camgirling to Heather yet, but she’s been thinking about it.  She’s also thought about asking her to join in; she polled her subscribers to see if they’d want to see her with another woman, and the response was a definite “Yes.”  This video would be a great way to introduce Heather to her fans, if she agrees to share it.  Even if Heather’s not comfortable sharing their intimate fun online, it would be a load off her mind if Heather knew what Maddie was up to and was okay with it.  One less secret to hide.

She kind of wishes she weren’t already so warm and wet, so any tension in her vagina could be real, not faked.

Heather’s doing a great job of staying in character while playing it up for the camera.  She’s staying calm but firm and keeping a polite smile on her face, though they know the doctor’s not being polite because she has to.  “Okay, everything’s feeling good in there.  Just need a sec to make sure,” she says as she pokes around, making Maddie squirm a little but force herself to remain as still as possible.

Like a good girl.

“So, while we’re taking care of this, any big changes to your health you want to talk about?” Heather asks calmly.

Taking a deep breath, Maddie looks up at the doctor and says, “Not really, doctor.  The morning sickness isn’t so bad, that’s what I was most afra-a-aid of,” she stutters out as Heather rubs a sore spot absolutely on purpose from memorizing where they are by now.  “My breasts are still kinda tender and feel...fuller.”  She’s also not lying about that, considering she’s nursing a newborn and is feeling a little full right now.

“Well, great!  Sounds like you’re doing great for six weeks!” Heather says cheerfully.

“Yeah.  In fact, I’m actually...more than great...” she trails off nervously, looking away.  The doctor’s questioning hum makes her glance around self-consciously.  “Ummm...nothing I say leaves this office, right?”

Heather smiles at her as she eases her fingers out but leaves her hand nearby.  “Of course, Maddie.  A lot’s going on with your body during your pregnancy, and I want you to trust me completely with it.”  Whether she means “trust me with your problems” or “trust me with your body” or both, the honeyed words go well with her sticky fingers.

After a soft giggle, Maddie says, “I’ve been really...needy, lately.  Like, y’know,” she nods down towards her privates, “that kind of needy.  I always figured, when you’re pregnant, your sex drive goes, ‘Okay, we made a baby, no need to think about sex for nine months!’  But not me.”  She squirms a bit on the bed, her toes curling in her socks.  “Before, I’d usually get myself off once a day before bed, maybe twice if I found something really arousing.  Now?  Three times a day...and that’s the opening bid.”

Her “doctor” laughs softly.  “Oh my!  That’s certainly a complication that I wouldn’t call a problem!” she says.

Maddie giggles again.  “It sure beats the first trimester blues I hear people talking so much about!” she agrees.  “But, um...the thing is, it really is kind of a hassle.  I have been, y’know, getting off faster, but I can’t control when I’m in the mood.  If I’m at home alone, it’s great.  But when I’m out, or I’m meeting up with someone, or driving around, or something like that, and suddenly I get the itch and I can’t scratch it, I can be in kind of a pickle.  Kind of hard to think about getting anything else done that needs getting done, you know what I mean?”

“Sure, Maddie.  It’s totally normal for your sex drive to get crazy.  Some women don’t even want to be touched until way after that baby’s out of them.  With others...you’d think they were already trying to make another,” she remarks, getting both to laugh.  “It should swing the other way and level out eventually...more or less...probably, but until then...hmmm, I can’t really prescribe any kind of medication for that.  Not something that’s proven safe during pregnancy, anyway.”

“Mmm,” Maddie grumbles cutely.  “You’re sure there’s nothing you can do for me?  Being horny all the time is kind of a pain when you’re single, you know.  I can only do so much for myself.”

Heather lowers her eyelids as her smile becomes more of a grin.  “As long as you remember...” she trails off before her fingertips brush against Maddie’s privates, trailing a slow circle around her inner thighs, “nothing leaves this office,” she finishes in a husky tone.

She quivers at Heather’s touch, her toes curling.  Again, she’s not totally hamming it up for the camera.  Heather knows what she likes and how she likes it.  Maddie isn’t pregnant, but her arousal is anything but faked.

Nor is the hiss of mixed pleasure and discomfort when Heather slides her fingers back in.

“Hmhmhm, just what the doctor ordered, huh?” she teases as she wriggles her fingers a bit.  Maddie’s hips lift a little, but Heather presses her other hand on Maddie’s stomach.  “Uh uh, if I’m gonna take care of you, you gotta do what I say,” she reminds Maddie.

“Okay...s-sorry, doctor,” she whimpers as she submits to Heather’s touch.

“If you’re going to be dealing with these...hormone swings,” Heather says as she starts slowly pumping her fingers in and out, making Maddie breathe harder, “maybe you can get a head start on getting ready for your delivery.  Have you thought about how you wanna do that?”

Of course, Maddie has: Her births have barely left her thoughts every time she’s gotten any action ever since her first birth, whether she’s been with someone at the time or not, and she’s still feeling the aftershocks of her daughter’s birth with the background soreness as her lover pleasures her.  Through her deep breaths, she gasps out, “Uh huh.  I...mmf...I was gonna try for a...natural birth.”

Ugh, just the phrase “natural birth” was already arousing after her first birth, now the dial’s gone up to 11.

“Yeah, I had a feeling.  That’s what I hear a lot of moms say, especially first-timers,” Heather agrees.  “I can give you some classes to attend, but what I want to cover here and now are some exercises.”  She lowers her voice a little, still sounding professional but letting some lust creep in.  “Like...perineal massage,” she goes on, adding a little more speed and force in her thrusts to emphasize it.

“Mmf!  L-Like...practicing ssstretching my...lips?” Maddie huffs out.

“Mm hm.  Specifically, down here,” Heather notes, sliding the tips of her ring and little fingers along her lover’s perineum.  “This is going to be under a lot of strain when your baby’s coming out.”

Doesn’t she know it.  This is making her tremble as the memories of how much she went through (and what went through her, physically and mentally) come flooding back.  She’s gotten a lot of use out of that video Heather took while she was delivering her daughter, and she can’t wait until she’s healed enough to go all-out on herself again.

 “Or how about doing Kegels?  You know, flexing your muscles to toughen them up?  Like lifting weights, only with your vaginal muscles,” she asks.

Maddie’s about to answer, but her back arches in surprise and, also to her surprise, pain as Heather slides a third finger into her.  She’s definitely not healed enough for that to be comfortable.

“Oh, Maddie, if this is too much for you, you’re going to have a rough time in labor,” she murmurs, leaving her third finger in as she keeps fingering Maddie.  “C’mon, gimme a flex.  Squeeze like you’re trying to hold in a bathroom break.”

“Sss, mmf, what...” Maddie pants, trying to stay in character and not call Heather by name.

She yelps as Heather curls her fingers a bit.  Her lover knows her well, but she’s walking a tightrope.

The grin on Heather’s face widens.  “Birth isn’t going to be any gentler.  Just one flex.  Be a good girl for me,” she purrs.

Through her clouding thoughts, Maddie gets enough control back to do as Heather says and tenses her muscles, which makes her whimper as the still-sore tissues contract over the increasingly rough intrusions.

“Good!  I felt that,” Heather praises her, still not withdrawing the extra digit or even uncurling her fingers.  “Do some sets of those a few times a day, and you’ll be glad you did later.  I’ve even heard of moms orgasming when they do it!”

Maddie would like to agree, but she’s building up to one, herself.  More accurately, it’s not an orgasm: Orgasms were supposed to be overloads of pleasure, not pain.  But ever since her first birth, she’s discovered something about herself.

She doesn’t just have orgasms.  When things are just right, she has...something else.

And while this doesn’t compare to childbirth, between Heahter’s fingers fucking her and the growing blur of pleasure and pain they’re causing, she’s building up to it.  Not as high, not as hard, not as intense, but it’s gonna be more than an orgasm.

Heather reads her moans for what they are and gives her a lustful growl as she speeds up again.  “Attagirl, Maddie.  You’re gonna do great giving birth.”

What’s Heather doing?  Since adding that third finger, she’s been going totally off script!  Not that they have word-for-word scripts to follow, and they’re just having some fun for now, but between her boys, her daughter, and med school, Maddie does not have a lot of time for herself so she has to make the most of it, whether or not she ends up sharing this video.  And Heather knows this very well!

If it weren’t working so well, Maddie would have already stopped her and asked what she was doing.

“Just take a second and think about it,” Heather encourages her.  “Do some visualizing when you’re getting ready for birth.”

Breathing heavily, she goes along with it.  Even if she doesn’t use this as a camgirl video, she’ll be watching this again later.  Her eyes flutter closed as she remembers what it felt like to give birth.  When all that crashing pressure hammering at her cervix suddenly turned into an irresistible command to force it through.

“Think about your baby moving through your body.  Through your hips,” Heather muses, her fingertips reaching all the way back with her thrusts now to just barely brush against Maddie’s cervix.

It’s increasingly uncomfortable as well as pleasurable in that way Maddie once felt like is “supposed” to be wrong.  This still isn’t even close to the real thing, but a combination of memories, videos, and her very active imagination is firing up her pain and pleasure centers again.  The fact that it’s someone else doing this to her, not her doing this to herself, is helping.

“Imagine it inching down, down, down through you.  Squeezing through that tight space.”  She rubs her fingers in circles along Maddie’s vaginal walls.

Maddie knows just how tight it can get in there.  She’s had a baby come through her headfirst, followed by a doctor’s whole hand reaching up in there to turn that baby’s twin, and long after that, a massively difficult breech.

And she’s very familiar with fantasizing during labor, as familiar as she is with fantasizing about labor.  She remembers how she thought back on getting fucked so hard it’s no wonder her first pregnancy was with twins even as her uterus, overcharged on Pitocin, was straining to get them out.  Knowing exactly what she wanted, she put on the show of a lifetime during her second birth, with herself as both the star and the audience.

Her whimpers and moans mix as her hips reflexively jerk to meet Heather’s thrusts, as if her body as well as her mind is wired to welcome the mix of pain and pleasure that she’s not in total control over.  Through her closed eyes, she feels Heather press down a little harder on her stomach as her fingers keep up their assault.

“And then...”

Her voice lingers for only a second before all four of her fingers are pushed inside Maddie, with her thumb the only remaining digit not inside and instead rubbing around her clitoris.  It makes Maddie let out a sharp cry as the pain starts overtaking the pleasure.

“Crowning.”

This doesn’t compare to crowning either, but holy fuck this is starting to hurt, and only sort of in the fun way.

Maddie remembers when she pleasured herself (if it could be called such a thing) while recovering after her twins were born just hours ago.  She was taking a little risk at crossing the line from causing herself pain to causing herself real harm, especially in the body part she loved the most, but when birth had shown her that her body was capable of such impossible heights of pain and pleasure and let her see a side of herself for who she really was, she had to explore it while she had the chance.

She’s had more time now to recover from her breech delivery, but it put her vagina through even more than the twins did.

Her overstretched, sore tissues are still releasing the feel-good hormones even as the pain grows from aching to burning, but the safety word is threatening to escape her.  She doesn’t want Heather to fully stop, she can feel a much-needed release building, but she needs Heather to ease up.

Her eyes squeeze shut and her head rocks from side to side while she tries to resist giving Heather the signal.  Even now, it reminds her of the times when she was giving birth and begging for an epidural, for the doctor to help, for it to stop despite knowing there was no escape and, more importantly, no mercy.  But as high as her body is climbing, she’s losing the battle against the pain again.

She barely notices as Heather’s hand leaves her stomach and slides behind her head.  Whatever Heather’s doing, Maddie doesn’t want her to stop, but she has to slow down before she hurts her.  She takes one more deep breath to stave off saying the safety word...and is, just for a second, silenced by Heather’s sensual, yet authoritative, whisper in her ear:

“Push.”

Her eyes pop open as she looks at Heather in shock.  Her thoughts were already a fog, and now confusion has been added to the mix of what she’s feeling.  Why would Heather-

“Come on, Maddie,” she says, lifting Maddie’s head off the pillow and encouraging her to sit up, her fingers thrusting hard, fast, and deep, “pull those legs back and push.”

Holy shit.  Heather would only say that if...

She can think about that later, she needs this now.

Giving in to the fantasy, she lets the memories of her births take center stage in her imagination as she reaches down, grips the bottoms of her thighs, pulls them back, and curls forward, bearing down on a pressure that isn’t there but she’ll never forget that feeling.  Her teeth clench and a low growl rumbles in her throat as she imagines Heather’s fingers spreading her wider.

She doesn’t have to imagine for long, as that’s what Heather does to her opening, making her scream.

“Attagirl!  Don’t let that baby go back up!  Push into that burn!” Heather encourages her, her thumb leaving Maddie’s clit and taking away what pleasure Maddie was getting.

The idea of “burning” is very appropriate to what happened to Maddie when she was giving birth.  Pain and pleasure were under so much heat and pressure that some of the wires in her head and her body welded together and, while the two parts were still distinct, they became something new.  Heather’s fingers aren’t nearly the same as a baby moving through her, but this is the closest she’s come to reliving the experience.

Just like then, she’s breaking into a sweat, struggling to focus, and grasping at the release she knows is there.  The release from the agony and the release from the sexual tension that can’t be put into words, that she can only get by pushing herself out of it.

By...just...pushing.

A tear leaks out of one clamped-shut eye as she gasps in a few shuddering breaths before pushing again, her jaw unclenching and her growl turning into a roar.  She can do this!  She can get what she wants!  She just has to feed that fire!

Her roar becomes a scream again as Heather stretches her opening wider.  It almost feels like she’s getting ready to shove her whole fist in there, the very thought of which makes her heart flutter.  But it’s enough to make her shriek, “I can’t do it!  Pull it out, pull it out!”

Heather’s voice pulls her back from the brink again as she speaks louder over Maddie’s cries, but keeps a steady tone, “Maddie, you’re at full crown, one more big push and we’ll have a head.  Come on, go for it!”

That gets Maddie to curl even further forward, feeling like every muscle in her body is straining.  She’s coming close to her breaking point, both from the release threatening to flood her and the risk that Heather is going to stretch her too far.  And she can’t stop now: If something’s going to give, she welcomes it, and as she feels that wave starting to crest, her voice rises to match.

She gets her wish when Heather’s thumb returns to her clit at just the right time, and that’s the spark that sets off an explosion.

Her voice hits that sweet spot of blending the most burning scream and the most thrilled squeal.  The true heights of both can only be reached by giving birth, but this is overloading her just the same.  Her vaginal muscles tremble and burn with phantom sensations of stretching around a nonexistent baby.  Her fingers grip her thighs so hard she might leave bruises before they leave her legs and reach up to roughly squeeze her breasts.  Her head falls back as she stays sitting up, making her a simultaneously rigid and floppy S-shape.

And her head...well, those welded-together pain and pleasure centers are turning everything else into a blur.  She hears Heather coaching her on what a good mama she’s being and saying something about the head being out; she can’t quite make out the words, but they keep fanning the flames that have filled her.

It soon dies down, and Maddie’s left gasping and sweaty as she lies back.  Heather relaxes her fingers, letting her opening ease closed, before removing them.  Maddie’s aftershock moans mix with her breaths.  She can feel dampness on her chest; she always leaks when she cums if she hasn’t pumped or nursed beforehand, and such a powerful rush along with her hands gripping her breasts have definitely soaked this dress.

Once the stars stop swirling around her head, she opens her eyes to see Heather sitting by the bed, smiling at her.  Not a knowing grin, just a satisfied smile.  They regard each other quietly before she gets up and goes to turn off the camera before returning to the bedside and calmly addressing Maddie, not as the doctor, but in her normal voice.

“I know.”

Just as she thought.  It’s way too late to feel shame or be called out, not that she has any reason to think Heather disapproves, but she feels self-conscious anyway that her secret’s out.  She slows her breathing as she sits up and asks, “When?”

“I suspected for a while.  You loved being pregnant.  Like...not just in the happy-glowy way.  But every time you’d talk about when you had the twins, you talked about it with such passion, such detail, such,” she gives a single wiggle of her eyebrows, “longing.  You couldn’t wait to do it again, and you wanted me to make sure you got what you wanted.”  She leans in a little.  “When you were in labor, I could hear the difference between your voice when you moaned and cried out with the contractions, but...Maddie, how many times did we go at it when you were pregnant?  I heard those sounds so many times, it’s impossible not to notice how similar they are.”

Maddie lets out a little “heh” as she wipes the sweat off her forehead.  “It was really that obvious?”

Heather chuckles back and goes on, “Heh, I had suspicions way before you went into labor, especially when you wanted me to be there with you.  Seeing you laboring didn’t do anything to disprove me, especially when you suddenly wanted me to start recording you and I could tell some part of you loved every minute on camera, the more painful, the better.”  She lifts her fingers, still slick with Maddie’s juices, and separates them to tantalizingly show the stickiness still covering them, making Maddie feel warmer all over again.  “Then you came when the doctor examined you...and I don’t know if you fooled him, but no way in fuck hell did that fool me.  That was when I knew what you were really doing and why.”

She can practically feel a little crackle of sexual energy in her privates from that memory, even after she just came.  “So, there’s no way I can pretend I didn’t cum again when my daughter was halfway out of me, is there?” she asks, wanting to see how Heather will react to this.  Cumming when having fingers in her vagina is one thing she might explain away, even if it was in the middle of labor.  But cumming when she was in the middle of giving birth?  To something as tough as a breech baby, no less?  That was pretty extreme.

Her lover is quiet for a bit, making Maddie stew in anticipation of what she might say.  If Heather knew what Maddie was really going through, she was nothing but supportive at the time, and if she’s ever felt any disapproval, she’s never shown a bit of it.  Then again, it’s dawning on Maddie that she isn’t as good at reading Heather as the other way around.

“I gotta admit, Maddie...I’ve only ever heard of childbirth as the most painful thing a woman can go through, as wonderful as it is.  I’ve heard the stories, I’ve seen the videos, I didn’t need convincing even before you wanted me as your supporter, and then as your camerawoman,” she says, shifting a little in her seat.  “I’d think about that and go, ‘There’s no prospects of that now, but holy shit, that could be me someday.’”

Maddie manages to resist the urge to say she’s fantasized about that from time to time.

“It’s...a lot to wrap my head around.  I would never’ve considered it was possible if it wasn’t for you.  Even with the biggest masochists, it’s just...how?”  She cocks her head a little at her lover, smiling curiously.  “I don’t even think of you as much of a masochist, and we fuck plenty.”

She lightly bites her lip as she tries to think.  Still a little lost in the buzz of such a great cum, she’s not really sure how to explain it.  In fact, she’s not really sure she wants to.  Some things are just too much to be put into words; they can only be experienced.  But holy fuck, if she can even get Heather curious about it, she’s more than willing to play the long game and feed that curiosity until Heather wants in.

And if she can’t have that, she at least wants Heather to accept her.

“It’s...like...” she starts uncertainly.  “Y’know what?  I never would have thought it either.  My first birth, I did it by accident.”

Heather snickers, “Heh.  Now you’re pulling my leg.”

“No, really.”

“...Really?”

“Yeah.  I was comparing labor to sex to cope with it.  It worked...sort of.  I cracked and wanted an epidural after a while...and I’m really, really glad I didn’t get one,” she lets out a lustful sigh, “because then when I was giving birth, it was as painful as they say it is...but then something happened that they don’t say.”  She smiles at Heather.  “The doctor reached up in there, and ‘painful’ doesn’t begin to describe it, but somehow, impossibly...I came.  I came harder than I’d ever cum before or than I’d ever cum since until the second time I was giving birth.  And I don’t know if it changed me or if it woke something up in me, but I was never the same.”

Heather doesn’t say anything.  She’s looking at Maddie thoughtfully.  Whether she’s curious, that’s questionable, but Maddie’s definitely given her something to think about.  She must have been planning this ever since the birth, Maddie figures.

“I’ll...think about it,” she concedes, making Maddie smile wider.  “It’s still waaay out there.  But...and maybe it’s because it was specifically you...when you were pushing her out and somehow, impossibly, I saw you cum?”  She licks her lips and huffs sultrily.  “Ugh...if my hands had been free and I could have gotten away with it...you wouldn’t have been the only one.”

Now that’s a step in a direction Maddie was hoping to hear.  “Then I got two things to say to that.  One: Those videos you took of me?  They’re all yours to enjoy if you want the real thing, and for you, I’d love to explore it with you, anytime and any way you like, whether I’m the mom or the doctor,” she says with a wink.  “Two: Maybe I couldn’t fool you, but you know how much of an expert I can be at sneaking in some relief.  I can give you some pointers there too.”

They share a laugh as Heather nods.  “Like I said, I’ll think about it.  But here’s something for you to think about, something else that’s been on my mind for a while.”

Maddie raises an eyebrow, looking forward to what else Heather might pleasantly surprise her with.

“Have you thought about us being a more committed thing?”

That is, indeed, a surprise.  “Huh?  We’re...not?  I don’t just mean that it’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone else.  You help out a ton with my kids, and it’s not like I let just anyone do that.  I couldn’t still be going to school if it wasn’t for you.  Hell, you’ve moved in with me, even.”

“Yeah, and that’s what I mean.  We’re besties, we’re girlfriends, we’re lovers and all that, and I love it all.  You even wanted me to be your labor support and camerawoman.  You really trust me with a lot,” she says.  “But what I mean is, where do you see this going long-term?  Or where do you want this to go long-term?  Would you want to keep doing what we’re doing, or would you...” she trails off, looking a bit nervous for the first time since this started, before she finds the words, “lemme put it this way.  Less ‘my kids,’ more ‘our kids?’  Or at least ‘the kids?’”

And again, Maddie’s a bit at a loss for words, though at least this time it’s both of them in that situation.  She wasn’t exactly ready to be talked to about her labor and birth kink, but it wasn’t hard to talk about, especially with Heather.  This is kind of different, though.

She manages to ask, “Are you...asking if I’d...y’know?”

“No, I don’t know.  We’re having this talk to clear the air, just say it.”

“Marry you?”  Maddie feels a little flutter in her heart as she asks.

Fortunately, Heather looks a little flustered, herself, fidgeting and looking like she’s resisting the urge to glance away.  “Or commit to being Mom and Mom, not Mom and Auntie Heather, if you get what I mean.  If you’re up for making it a lifelong thing but aren’t sure about marriage.”  She must pick up that Maddie doesn’t know yet, so she says, “I don’t need an answer right now!  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I wanna jump into...getting married tomorrow or something!  I just, y’know, wanted to say that if you wanna get super serious...I do, too,” with a flustered smile.

She’s right; Maddie’s got to think about that.  On the one hand, with her still in school and having young twins and a baby, she has a ton on her plate and Heather’s already been patient with her time constraints.  She doesn’t need to test Heather’s patience further by saying she wants a serious relationship and then not having time for it.  On the other hand, having Heather to not just spend time with but to specifically come home to, that has some definite appeal, and she’s never said that about anyone else.

Besides...

As much as Maddie’s looking forward to finishing her schooling and being the one enjoying the labors and births of other women, Heather’s a special case.  She’s privy to Maddie’s most intimate secrets, things that even her fans from the camgirl website might suspect but don’t know for sure.  Heather might actually want to be a part of her wildest fantasies.

And, if Maddie gets her way, someday Heather will experience what she was talking about for herself, and she’ll be there for every bit of it.

“I...don’t think...it’s the best time for that now with how life’s going,” she says, stumbling a bit over the words as she tries to be honest without letting Heather down, “but if you can wait for me to finish med school and see what life’s like when everything’s fully in place?  We’ll see what happens in the meantime.”

Thankfully, she answers with a relieved sigh and, “I can do that,” before she gets off the chair to lean closer.

They smile at each other before they share a kiss.  Quiet but lustful hums mix as Maddie enjoys the good feelings that come with their newly strengthened connection.  It’s not exactly a new feeling, but it’s one she doesn’t get very often.  She thinks she could do with feeling it more.  A lot more.

At least, when the time comes.

When Heather pulls back, she steps away from the bed.  “Now, one last thing.”

Maddie wonders what else Heather could possibly want to talk about, but first, she goes to get the plastic bag that she set aside when they came into the bedroom.  She had already assumed it contained some surprise Heather wanted to try out when the first part of their kinky fun was over, and now she’s eager to see if she was right.

“Now that we’ve told each other some secrets and I know we both like what we hear...a lot...” she murmurs, opening the bag, “let’s explore this whole...birth kink some more.”

With that, she pulls out something that makes Maddie’s horny hormones flow again at the sight of it.  One part of it has a hand pump, pressure gauge, and pressure release valve like she’d see on a hand-operated blood pressure cuff, including an air tube that connects it to its other part.

But that’s where the similarities end.  Instead of a cuff, it connects to something about the size and shape of a lamp-sized light bulb, and she already knows what it’s for.

Heather grins widely, her bedroom eyes making it clear she knows exactly why Maddie would recognize this.  “Yeah.  You know what’s up,” she says as she steps back over.

“Fuck yeah, I do.  That,” she points at the bulb, “goes in, it gets pumped up, and then you let it stretch you out to get ready for...birth,” she takes a deep breath to steady herself, “or...you’re not supposed to do this, but...you push it out.”

“Mmm hmmm,” she hums, her cheeks a little pink.  “We got another hour before the kids have to be picked up, and I got a good feeling one of us isn’t gonna be walking right when that hour’s done, so it’s not gonna be whoever takes this for a test drive.”  She leans in and kisses Maddie again.  “I’ll coinflip you for who gets to break this bad girl in.”

“Heather,” Maddie pants, “you are the fucking best.”

This day just keeps getting better, and it’s not stopping here.