"Baby, you have to let me help you—.”

"No," I snarl, curling over my tight belly as I pull my knee up further towards my chest. The stretch of my hips helps to open my pelvis wider as the baby's head grinds its way down, pressing low and heavy against the burning tissue of my cervix. "I can... hnnnng, I can do this!"

You take a step away from the bed, hands slightly raised in a 'you're the boss' sort of way. "You're doing really well, baby," you murmur softly, your gaze fixed between my spread thighs. "You're absolutely right. You can do this. I'm right here, okay?"

I give you a frantic nod, taking a deep breath as I center myself and prepare to push again. "God, it burns," I groan, reaching down to slide two fingers into my puffy cunt. The head is just begging to slip through my cervix, and the pressure deep, deep in my belly is unrelenting. "Ohhhh, it's starting to come. I can feel it coming down!"

"Good, baby. Keep at it."

"fffffuckohmygod!" I turn to muffle a scream into the pillows as I bear down again, straining hard to pass the gigantic width of the skull through my cervix and into my birth canal. At two weeks overdue, I know just how big the baby I'm trying to deliver is, but any and all rational thought had escaped me when I'd reached transition.

I can't think about anything other than getting it out— I'm a mere slave to primal instinct, grunting and straining as I hold my legs open, sweat pouring down my face as I hold my chin to my chest. "It's there!" I gasp out, feeling the crown brush my fingers. "Mmmm, its coming."

I pull my fingers out and grip the pillow instead as I turn onto my side, panting sharply as I feel the head gradually moving down. "C-Can you see it yet?" I ask in a hoarse voice, letting out a frustrated groan when you shake your head at me.

"But it's moving, baby," you assure me. "There's a... bulge? You can definitely see something!"

I cup my hand over said bulge, growling through gritted teeth as I push again. The head sits just behind my furled slit, pushing my outer lips and my perineum outward. "Mmmm, burnING." Fluid trickles out from my cunt, and I know the head has made its first appearance when I hear your quiet gasp.

"There it is! Oh my God, baby. You're really fucking doing it!"

I choke out a small, wet laugh as I run my finger over the small, dime sized patch of slick wet hair. "Y-Yeah. I really... I'm doing it. I'm— ohhh, here it comes again. Gonna... gonna pushhhh."

"Slow, baby. You've gotta slow down." When I show no signs of doing that, completely lost to the pain of my yawning sex and my deserpate need to push through it, you hurry over to kneel in front of me. "Don't—."

"Can't help it!" I shriek, straining to get the head to emerge even a little bit further. It remains right where it is, stretching my red-hot lips as it slips out and back in, and then out and back in and again. "It burns so fucking baddd. I just want it out!"

You hurriedly place your hand over my own and I shriek again, thrashing my head to the side. "Slow," you stress. "You're going to tear, baby!"

"I don't careeee," I howl, too far lost to the throes of birth. "It's comingggg. I can't take the burning! Ohgodohgod, head's coming OUT."

The baby had dropped. Looking at yourself fully naked in the bathroom mirror , it confirmed what you felt. Your large globe of a belly had dropped down and was now riding low and almost off of your expanded hips. You grabbed the coconut oil and started to apply it to all of the places that ached and itched as your skin became tighter. Over the last 8 months, it seemed like the pregnancy had totally dominated your body. Your once big and perky breasts now felt huge and heavy, resting on your belly whenever you sat down. Your nipples which had once been a delicate light pink had darkened to a deep shade of brown and your areolas had grown large to ready themselves for breast feeding. Somedays the pressure in them truly ached as they grew and filled with milk. Your nipples now hyper sensitive to even the softest of fabrics.

Your thighs had thickened and your ass had grown larger to accommodate the extra girth you were carrying. Your hips, which you once bragged were “perfect breeding hips” were being put to the test as they grew wider and wider to carry the weight of the baby. And your belly. It was almost comically big now, or so you thought, and it started to annoy you the amount of times strangers asked if you were having twins. “No, just one awful big boy” you would always reply with a smile but on the inside you were worried you were too big. The skin of your belly was pulled tight and taut and stretch marks had grown along your underbelly and sides. Looking at yourself now, you felt like some fertility Mother Earth statue brought to life. Big, swollen, heavy, cumbersome, engorged…. all these words and more repeated in your head. For a moment, it felt like tears might well up but you pushed past them and instead decided to focus on what you did enjoy.

The excitement of a baby and getting ready for him. The perks of eating all the things you wanted but usually denied yourself, the sex…… you rubbed the oil on your lower belly in a slow circular motion before driving your fingers downward. Down and through the unruly thatch of hair you had grown since you could no longer shave and slightly teased yourself. Your lips felt full and heavy between your fingers as you slowly parted them, already feeling the wet heat already coming off your swollen sex. Pregnancy had been hard and long but this was one of the bright spots. How wet you felt constantly. The aching desire between your legs. A hunger you needed satisfied as the hormones ran wildly through your pregnant body. A slight but deep moan escaped you as you angled your arm around your belly and drove two of your fingers deep within yourself. You caught another glimpse of your reflection and thought “I am a fertility figure. I’m a sex goddess.” You smiled slyly to yourself as your fingers began to work on your soft and puffy walls…… You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even see me enter the bathroom.

Growing hard at the sight of the mother of my child playing with herself.

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Feeling like a fertility sex Goddess

The baby had dropped. Looking at yourself fully naked in the bathroom mirror , it confirmed what you felt. Your large globe of a belly had dropped down and was now riding low and almost off of your expanded hips. You grabbed the coconut oil and started to apply it to all of the places that ached and itched as your skin became tighter. Over the last 8 months, it seemed like the pregnancy had totally dominated your body. Your once big and perky breasts now felt huge and heavy, resting on your belly whenever you sat down. Your nipples which had once been a delicate light pink had darkened to a deep shade of brown and your areolas had grown large to ready themselves for breast feeding. Somedays the pressure in them truly ached as they grew and filled with milk. Your nipples now hyper sensitive to even the softest of fabrics.

Your thighs had thickened and your ass had grown larger to accommodate the extra girth you were carrying. Your hips, which you once bragged were “perfect breeding hips” were being put to the test as they grew wider and wider to carry the weight of the baby. And your belly. It was almost comically big now, or so you thought, and it started to annoy you the amount of times strangers asked if you were having twins. “No, just one awful big boy” you would always reply with a smile but on the inside you were worried you were too big. The skin of your belly was pulled tight and taut and stretch marks had grown along your underbelly and sides. Looking at yourself now, you felt like some fertility Mother Earth statue brought to life. Big, swollen, heavy, cumbersome, engorged…. all these words and more repeated in your head. For a moment, it felt like tears might well up but you pushed past them and instead decided to focus on what you did enjoy.

The excitement of a baby and getting ready for him. The perks of eating all the things you wanted but usually denied yourself, the sex…… you rubbed the oil on your lower belly in a slow circular motion before driving your fingers downward. Down and through the unruly thatch of hair you had grown since you could no longer shave and slightly teased yourself. Your lips felt full and heavy between your fingers as you slowly parted them, already feeling the wet heat already coming off your swollen sex. Pregnancy had been hard and long but this was one of the bright spots. How wet you felt constantly. The aching desire between your legs. A hunger you needed satisfied as the hormones ran wildly through your pregnant body. A slight but deep moan escaped you as you angled your arm around your belly and drove two of your fingers deep within yourself. You caught another glimpse of your reflection and thought “I am a fertility figure. I’m a sex goddess.” You smiled slyly to yourself as your fingers began to work on your soft and puffy walls…… You were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even see me enter the bathroom.

A ragged breath rips from her throat as she rolls her head forward, grunting softly as her next contraction begins to build. Her legs are spread for you, thighs trembling wildly on either side of the bulge of her cunt. No head is visible yet, but her lips begin to gape and spread as her grunts evolve into a small roar, fluid leaking from her hole as she pushes in earnest.

"Ohhhhh," she groans, half delirious. "Oh, its- OH. It's comingggg." Her nails dig into the flesh of her thigh, face screwed up with effort as she pulls her leg further back. Her cunt bulges obscenely around the emerging head and more fluid leaks from her vagina, coating your fingers in slick as you reach forward to slide the pads of them over her folds. The skin is red, hot to the touch, and she whimpers as she thrusts her hips forward.

"Coming," she repeats, vouce clear with intent. And yes, yes it is. Her labia part as she shrieks with effort, exposing the smallest sliver of wet, dark hair. "I- I'm pushing. I'm pushing! I can't stoppppp."

Despite the bulge of the head in her canal, the crown of which has spread her labia to the point of turning her soft folds bloodless and white (oh, the burn must be delicious, if her cries tell you anything about the sensations she's experiencing), her shaking thighs attempt to snap shut, trapping your hand against her cunt. "Mmmmmphhh!" Her chin hits her chest as she pushes again, grinding her sore and swollen clit against your fingers. "'S it- can you- fuck! Oh, fuck. I need it ouuuuuuut."

The vice grip in her belly releases, the sides of it heaving around the shape of the child as she struggles to catch her breath. "So low," she moans quietly, comtinuing to rock her hips. "God, the stretch-."

And... well, fuck. The stretch. The burn. The teardrop shape playing peekaboo behind her lips. You brush your thumb over her clit, inhaling sharply as she whimpers in a way that let's you know she's preparing to push. "Ohhhh, its gonna come. Its coming. Its-." Her words break off rapidly, and the only sound that escapes her is a wild scream as the head surges forward. She makes an attempt to twist away from you, thighs clamped tightly around your hand as she shrieks and struggles to hold the child in.

"MMMMM, FUCK. BURNINGGGG!"

You press against the bulge of her crown, applying the smallest hint of pressure. With a small hiss, she forces her eyes open and turns to you, panting sharply as the child continues its descent. Her eyes are wild and wet with tears, and you appease her with a gentle smile and a soft kiss as you shift closer to pry her legs back open.

Completely naked, spread, and exposed, she hisses and struggles to no avail. The child sits at half crown; her clit is hard and pulsing against the ridge of its skull, and her labia are shiny with amniotic fluid and what you know to be her own arousal. Maybe you'll have a taste, you muse.

As her belly tightens once more and a groan builds in her throat, you shift your hand just slightly to completely cover her rapidly spreading hole. "Oh, you really can't stop, can you baby?" you croon, experiencing a jolt of arousal as the head surges forward against your hand. "Pushing like that? So... uncontrolled?"

"Get it out," she pleads. "I-holy FUCK, I need it out."

You wait a beat. Feel her push. Feel the head slip further out (nearly to the brow bone that time; you can hear the little noises she makes when it grinds against a sweet spot inside) and feel it retreat. Feel her go limp as she slumps back against the edge of the bed behind her, legs falling open as the bulge has become too prominent to deny.

"Oh, baby girl," you murmur, giving her clit one last gentle stroke to invoke a sleepy smile in return. She must think she's close. Poor thing. The size of the head, as well as the yet unseen shoulders, would disagree. "Is it starting up again?"

"Mhm." Roughly 15 seconds later, she hums again, reaching down to pull her legs back once more. "Mmmmm, here it comes. Oh, its gonna be out soon."

You beg to differ, but you don't dare tell her so.

Another push begins with a ragged scream that rises from the depth of her chest. "ffffFFFFUCK GET IT OUT. I WANT IT OUT."

"C'mon, you can give me little pushes, right? Just liiittle pushes, like this- ah, ah, ah. Yeah, just like that, there we go."

"Shh, shh... It hurts, I know. But you're screaming a lot already, and you're not even crowning."

"Keep going, small pushes, ease the head out."

"It's coming out so slowly, I know. But you need to be gentle, you'll tear if you're not careful..."

"Look at that, now you're crowning! Reach down and feel how big the head is. You'll need to rest, let your body adjust."

"No, don't push- *stop* pushing, let yourself stretch... Pant like this, huff huff huff... Pant it out..."

"I know, it's so much pressure... you're still going? You need to push that bad, hm?"

"See? There's something to scream about... I said you were going to tear, and you didn't listen to me."

"But look, the head is out... I know, that hurt a lot, didn't it?"