Crownin’ Queen

The three women, stood nervously in the sterile delivery room at the government breeding farm, their swollen bellies filling our their previously slender forms. Their captors had brought them here under false pretences, promising them a "rehabilitation" program. But as they gazed around at the rows of observation windows and medical equipment, it dawned on them that they were nothing more than test subjects.

I also love historical births for all the reasons you mentioned, even if you're the queen, with a team of experienced midwives there to ensure the heir is delivered safely, there's so little they can do if your overdue, overgrown baby is just a few pounds bigger than your hips and birth canal can take. There's no c-sections, no inductions, all they can do is put a cold cloth on your forehead and hold your hand as you tuck your chin to your chest and push with every ounce of strength you have. This could go on for hours, even days, trying every birthing position imaginable, until your hole is finally forced to stretch around the enormous head.

This Christmas, give her a gift she’ll never forget:

It’s nice to see girls with a breeding kink getting used to having their legs forced apart such that her knees are up by her shoulders. After all, if you like playing with fire, you have to accept you might get burnt.

How big of a baby are you willing to push out of your body

"please, i don't want to give birth!"