I said yes like an idiot and met him at a motel, which he paid for. We fucked and I felt him slip the condom off (I didn’t say anything because of how hot that is) and he came inside of me twice in an hour (I think?)

It felt so good to give my body what it so badly wanted.

A little less than a month later I’m throwing up most mornings, and my chest feels extremely sore so I take a test, and it’s positive.

I messaged him what happened and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time.

He tied me up (he’s into that shit) and he came inside me multiple times, all while clutching my lower belly. I honestly think he wanted to get me pregnant, I’m not sure if I should keep it, I’m 4 months in and my state has a cutoff at around 5 months.. every time we meet he fucks me really good (cums inside each time) and asks about how the kid is so I don’t want to disappoint him.

Any ideas for how to proceed? My hips are already so wide so I think I’d be able to give birth easily. I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to stop seeing him for obvious reasons. I feel the baby kick every so often and it makes me so dysphoric.

God, little sluts like you are adorable. Four months pregnant by a stranger who knocked you up without your consent, and wondering whether you should give birth so you don't have to disappoint him. And looking for guidance from another strange man who wants you pregnant.

Does it really matter what I say, though? Just from the way you tell this story, it's obvious what an addict you've become for your baby daddy's cock. You say "I messaged him [that he'd gotten me pregnant by stealthing me] and he sent a picture of his cock, so I went to his place for the first time" - as if that's the most natural sequence of events in the world. He bred you, he wanted to fuck you again, so you went to his bed and spread your legs.

His little "accident" is already kicking its way to life inside of you. If you wait just a little longer, there'll be nothing you can do about it, except take his cum and wait to give birth. You're already rationalizing it - "I have such wide hips, it won't be that bad." (And they'll be wider before you're done.) Just take the easy option, don't do anything that'll upset your man, and before you know it, you'll be pushing out his baby.

I was just a teenager, legal to be clear but still a teenager, and I’ve always been very petite. I looked so obscene with a big pregnant belly, all tight and obviously contracting. I was completely naked while pushing, my swollen titties and my sensitive pink nipples exposed to the room. I did nipple stimulation at the advice of my midwife from time to time, I remember how intense it made the contractions and how hard it made my nipples. I remember the stimulation making little milk droplets leak out.

But you’re probably more interested in knowing about how my tight teenage pussy pushed out the baby. My pussy was so pink and swollen as I bore down, I love thinking about you playing with yourself while watching it. You’d see everything, I was completely shaved and exposed…I started off on my hands and knees, funnily enough there’s a good chance that’s the position I got pregnant in. My belly and tits hanging down, my little asshole exposed, pushing, pushing, trying to give birth. I pushed so hard but…not much progress. Just a little sliver of head.

My midwife had me move to a squatting position. Is this the position you like the most? My clit was poking out, but I had nobody there to play with it, to caress it, to give it kisses…it would’ve helped so much. I pushed so hard in this position, I screamed a few times as I felt the baby move down into a crowning position, panting (or trying to) to prevent myself from crowning too fast. I couldn’t stop pushing even when my midwife was yelling at me to pant…it was too much. Do you like that? The loss of control, my frantic need to just bear down, even at 18 the primal maternal need so obvious to my body? I cried through a lot of this position, to be honest, and when I couldn’t stop pushing my midwife moved me to my back.

The final position had me like this, with my legs held wide apart. The classic position. Knees to chest, framing my tummy, I pushed and pushed until I reached a full crown. Another scream, more begging for it to be over. Lots of panting at her request, trying to let myself stretch. She put oil on my skin down there, I remember it felt so soothing between that and the cool washcloth. That could’ve been you instead, between my legs, supporting me, oiling my crowning vagina, telling me how good I was doing. How brave I was. How hard you were watching it.

Is anyone else's favorite part of watching a birth seeing the mom's clit poking out? I love when it's so plainly visible as she pushes, especially if baby isn't even crowning yet and she's just laying there with her legs open and the camera on her for no reason other than to show everyone how pretty her pussy looks as she labors.

One of my most vivid image memories of my own birth experience is how good my clit looked as I squatted while pushing. All hard and poking out of it's hood, just wishing it could've had even a little bit of attention paid to it...daddy's tongue, a finger rubbing it, just something. Looking back it's kind of embarassing to know how exposed my pussy was and how the midwife and her team was just staring at my sensitive little button, and it turns me on to think about it. Sometimes in my fantasies I imagine one of them reaching between my legs to help me feel just a little bit of pleasure.

"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."