Hello everyone, you can call me J, 27+ Male, who loves to RP and write about births (and pregnancy)
I can RP as the carrier (preferably) or seeder and only through messaging. I'm not good with coming up with scenarios so we should discuss it beforehand. Feel free to ask me about certain kinks that are unlisted here.
Public Birth
Unassisted/Non Hospital Births
Surprise Births (Didn't know they were pregnant or in denial they were pregnant)
Births in odd or difficult locations
Births in Nature
One or Multiple Babies (quad limit)
Clothing/Semi Obstructed Birth
Casual Birth
Movements during birth
Birth Denial
Premature or Overdue Births
Large or Small Babies
Pushing in different positions
Fast Labor and Fast/slow Birth
Staying Stuck at Crowning
Unexpected water breaking (Gushy or Slow leak)
Multiple water breaks from multiple babies
Rapid Pregnacy/Birth
Vehicle Births such as airplane, train, bus, car, etc.
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okay consider this youre waiting for your ride to pick you up from the hospital and suddenly a car pulls up in front of the door. while the driver runs into the building for help, you go over and look at the car, finding someone very close to giving birth. they keep groaning and panting and crying out that they can feel the head, and once you get close enough you realize you can actually SEE the head. (Glad ur better!)
the situation becomes more apparent the closer you get to the abandoned car— the engine is still running, keys still in it, and deep, throaty groans and frantic screams are drowning out the sounds of the beeping ignition
you run the rest of the way, reaching the car just as the passenger slide door slams open. the occupant of the seat has their arm draped over the headrest, nails digging into the upholstery as their other hand struggles to pull their shorts down past their hips and thighs. their head is thrown back as they roar with effort, the bulge of the emerging head making a distinct tent in the crotch of the spandex. "mmmmph, burning! o-ohhh, hooo." they inhale deeply as their belly visibly spasms. "o-ohmygod!"
"imgonnahelp," you explain in a rush, words jumbled by a mix of adrenaline and arousal. they dont acknowledge you beyond a simple nod, too busy grunting as the head begins to stretch out the area between their legs more and more.
together, the two of you manage to get their shorts down just far enough for you to see what's going on, and your eyes grow wide as you watch their lips begin to gape in earnest, turning white and bloodless around the width of the skull. "it's coming!" you announce, giving them a shaky smile as they grab behind their thigh and shove down hard.
"crowning!" they yell through gritted teeth. "hoo, hoo, h-holy fuckkk. hnnnnnng!"
"head's almost out!"
between their legs, the skull had crowned to the widest point, stretching them beyond what you had ever thought possible. you could hear the voices of help in the distance, but you werent going anywhere. fluid trickles out around the head and down the birther's legs, and you lick your lips in anticipation, eager to see what would happen next.
"I'm not pregnant, I swear I'm not pregnant!" Fluid dribbled down the insides of her thighs as the wet bulge in her shorts grew. "This can't be real, it's just a nightmare or somethinnnngggghhhhh!!!" Her words devolve into a grunt of effort. She wasn't going to manage another 10 minutes before it slid through the leg of her shorts.
Heavily inspired by Arkone's drawing of the same subject! (Linked below, I couldn't figure out how to embed it without the embed being massive.)
"Dude, you- you gotta keep it down, someone's gonna find us!"
I shot a glare over my shoulder back at you. Between panting breaths, I shot back.
"You... You try shoving... A bowling ball out your... Your pussy..!"
"Sorry, I just- We're not in a very public place, y'know?"
I let out a groan. Yes, I did know, of course I fucking knew that the breakroom wasn't very private. Unfortunately, I had no other choice.
Seeing my distress, the hand you had on the small of my back restarted its gentle rubs. I whimpered and pushed my butt back towards you, the rub managing to to soothe the pain a little.
"Just- Huuh- Keep doing that..." I grumbled. You nodded and gave my back a little pat.
The only reason I was in this position was my own stubborness and because of a boy named Jamie. We had only dated for a little while last year, but the effects he had on me was painfully obvious. The huge fleshy orb that currently hung between my thighs was the result of a little too much indulgence, which was partially my fault. Jamie didn't look like the kind of boy to be absolutely amazing at sex, but he had been, and despite the relationship turning toxic pretty quickly I didn't make any serious moves to leave him.
So he left me as soon as I texted him a picture of the positive pregnancy test. Just total no contact. There wasn't even a formal breakup, he just never replied to my text or any of my calls. It took me a while to get over him leaving me, and even longer to accept what he had left me with. The sex was another story though
So now I was here, with my pants around my ankles and nobody but you in the breakroom of our summer job. It was a small room, but it was only us and our shift manager that day. Where he was, I had no clue, but I didn't exactly care either. I was too preoccupied with the enormous mass waiting just behind my bulging labia for me to push it out.
I let out a shaky groan, putting my head back into my arms where they sat crossed on the small, coffee-stained table. I opened up my legs a little wider, shuffling my feet apart until my pants were stretched taut. Getting them off would have been a good idea, but I could work with this. I would have to. As you stood beside me, rubbing just above the curve of my ass, I bore down.
Peering behind me, you were able to watch my fuzzy lips finally split open, a red-hairer head slowly emerging in time with my grunts. Yellowish fluid drooled down my crotch, ran down my thighs, and pooled in my pants where most of my sac had exploded, and I do mean exploded, into the soaked cloth maybe 30 minutes earlier. You checked your watch. 40 minutes ago, actually.
"Fuuuuuck, it buuuuurrrnnns..." My muffled complaint made you take your eyes away from the slowly advancing head and look at the back of mine.
"Yeah, I know it does, just keep going," You mumbled to me. "The head's starting to come out, you're almost done with this. You're doing good." What followed was a string of mumbled curses from me as my lips continued to widen around the head until my womb relaxed and I let out a loud sigh.
Looking back at my pussy, you saw that the sliver of red hair had advanced quite nicely. You suddenly wanted to reach down and feel it, but with my mood being as it was, I very well might have torn your hand off for it.
"Is it almost out..?" I suddenly mumbled.
"Uh, it's getting there." You replied. I growled in response.
"What uhm..." I was a lot quieter this time. "What color is their hair..?"
You blinked. "It's like yours. Red. Or ginger, or, uh..." You glanced back down at my bulging pussy, but that was all I needed to hear. I let out a relieved sigh, my body relaxing a little.
"Just keep pushing, you got this."
"Not like I can do anythi- Urrrgggggk-" I was cut off by my womb tensing up again, and the head began to slowly slide further out of me. You continued with your slow circles on my back as my hips wiggled slightly. My moans cut off halfway through the push as I bit down on my arm, but they came back a second later, just muffled through my flesh. My lips spread wider and wider as I relentlessly pushed, your eyes glued to the movement in my crotch.
"Urrrgggh, get ooouuuttt..." I groaned as the contraction died off. My legs trembled, knees slightly bent as the head came to a stop. I had pushed it into a lopsided oval, not quite the full 'O' that denoted a full crown yet. But I was sure close. If you had to guess, I would definitely get there next push. With how fast I was making progress you wouldn't be surprised if I pushed the head out entirely too.
You blinked. How fast was I going? Ever my waters had broken right in front of you neither of us had been watching the time. Looking up at the simple clock on the wall, your heart skipped a beat.
"Uh... We're kind of running out of time here. Our break's over in like, two minutes.
"WHAT?!" I suddenly shouted.
"Hey, keep it down! We might get cau-"
"I don't give a fuuuuuck if I "get caught" goddammit," I snarled. "I am literally. Giving. Birth!"
You winced. "Right, sorry, I just... Y'know..." I groaned.
"If you... Want to go back to work... Be my guest." I huffed out. "But I don't think I can move until this brat is out."
You nodded. Not like you could do much else. I had very loudly stated many, many times that I abhored the idea of giving birth in a hospital, even before I had gotten pregnant. Something about it only becoming the normal way to give birth because it made hospitals tons of money..? Again, another non-concern right now. All you, and I, really cared about was making sure the baby was safely delivered.
And right on time, I pushed my face back into my arms as you glanced down to see my womb tense up underneath my shirt. Sweat rolled down my taut flesh and onto my quivering thighs as I pushed the baby into a slow crown. My voice increased in pitch as I was spread wider and wider. My lips went white as the blood drained from them, the head proving to be quite large. At least, you thought it was large for a baby. You had never seen anyone give birth before, and I was over a week overdue. My whimpers and grunted curses made it obvious we shared the same thought about the baby's size. All you could do was continue rubbing my back, glancing between my pussy and the clock on the wall.
"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, uuuuggggh..." I suddenly cried out, my knees bending further as the head reached a breaking point. My back fell away from your hand, leaving you to stand there and watch as I bore down hard. "It'sgonnacomeout, it'sgonnacomeout, ohmy- GOOOOOOODDDD-"
I yelled as my butt sunk down even further, the head finally coming free from my body with another explosive gush of musky fluids. I quickly stood back up, my knees suddenly locked tight as my whole body shook. You stayed silent, unsure of what to do with the sight before you. It was beautiful, in a way, the young woman bent over the table with her head in her arms and her heavy belly visibly tightened underneath her half naked body. You could feel a little warmth in your own crotch and it only took you a second to get embarassed about it. Luckily, my head was still in my arms and I couldn't see your reaction to me.
I suddenly rose up though, using my palms to push my body up. I panted as I leaned on the table, my knees bending ever so slightly to keep my blood flowing. The last thing I needed was my legs giving out from under me.
"Shiiiiiiiittt..." My mouth hung open as I gulped down air. "Fucking- Hell... Was that the- The- Uh-"
You nodded. Stupid, I couldn't see you. "Yeah, yeah the head's out." You said a moment later. I nodded.
"Catch."
"What?"
I rolled my eyes, then looked back at you with a glare.
"Catch the baby, dumbass. When I start pushing again. The fuck did you not understand?"
Your face went a little red, but you nodded and prepared to do as I said. You quickly kneeled behind me, ignoring the splattering of fluids around my feet and reaching out for the head. My hips slowly swayed from side to side as I waited for the next contraction, grunting as the baby turned in my body. You got to see it up close, watching with a sudden fascination as it both of us prepared for the final stretch. Literally
Your rather inappropriate thoughts about the sight mere inches from your face were brushed aside as I groaned and suddenly stood straight up. You had to scoot closer, practically putting your face in my butt in order to catch the baby. Gripping my thighs, I yelled as I pushed one last time. The baby stayed perfectly still. For about five seconds.
It sunk out slightly, and you saw a shoulder pop out of my pussy, then it very quickly slid from my body and into your hands with the rest of my amniotic fluids. You wrinkled your nose as your hands were coated in fluid, but you caught the baby. I didn't make a sound, but I sunk back onto the table, sweaty palms slamming down on the cheap plastic. I gave something between a whimper and a growl as I felt the heavy weight that had taken ten months to grow finally, finally exit me. You just knelt there, staring at the squirming child in your hands.
You didn't know anything about babies, but it sure was heavy.
I muttered something you didn't catch, which prompted a "Huh?" from you.
"Thanks." Was all I could mumble out
"Yeah, uh, no problem. Do you, uh, want them? Uh, him?"
I blinked. "A boy..?"
"Yeah, it's a boy. Congrats?"
I gave a tired laugh. "Of course its a boy. Heavy ass brat..."
I bent down to retrieve the child that was now beginning to cry, an awkward hand-over between my legs. Once you were sure my shaky hands wouldn't drop the infant, you stood back up. Hissing, I turned around, leaning back against the little table. We both stared at the baby, equally dumbstruck that it had just come out of my body.
"Well-" I started, but a voice from outside interrupted me.
"Alright you two, breaktime's been looooong since over. I know we haven't had many customers today, but I need-" Our manager stopped mid-sentence as he finally saw the messy scene in the breakroom. We both looked at him, but his eyes were glued to the newborn crying in my arms.
"Uh-" He started.
"I'll drive her home, I'll be right back, I swear." You said without thinking. He nodded, his gaze flickering to the cord that still connected me and the child. "Yeah, uh, take your time. I'll... Clean this up." He said, visibly dumbstruck.
I sighed, my head tilting up at the ceiling as you scrambled for the keys to your car.
What a shift.
(The artwork that inspired the story!)
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A sinister adoption agency that is kidnapping women who fit specific genetic profiles for their wealthy clients. They have their own secret hospital where the women are artifically inseminated, cared for to ensure successful pregnancies and where they give birth without any pain medication.
Everything they do is recorded so the clients can watch the pregnancy progress and they are given copies of all ultrasounds.
Sometimes the women are kept sedated throughout the entire pregnancy only to be awakened when it is time for them to be induced and give birth.
The women are never set free instead used as surrogates to create the so call 'perfect' offspring for clients.
It’s gotten to a point where clothing birth is such an important niche part of my kink that I’ll be reading a great fic and then groan in disappointment when the mc takes their bottoms off to give birth
BUILD A BIRTH VOL. 2 - now with birth denial options!
🤰 female
🍼 human
2️⃣ Twins
🏠 home
🩲 tight clothing
🙇 all fours
⚡ rapid preg/birth
It had been a long, amazing night, and Ella hadn't wanted it to end. She had stumbled home at an ungodly hour, fighting out of the thigh high boots she'd gotten (a thousand) compliments on all night and refused to check exactly what time it was. It had been her best friend's birthday, which meant she'd dressed to the nines. The gorgeous, expensive leather shorts she wore were practically a second skin and molded perfectly to her ass, meant to pair with those painful thigh high boots and the strappy top she'd been adjusting all night.
All her energy went towards getting out of that top, taking off her fake lashes, and ripping off her bra. Ella would handle the shorts she'd spent a solid 15 minutes wiggling into in the morning. She decided sleep was much more important.
Grumbling to herself, she flopped onto her bed, turning on her TV and flipping on her Youtube. She turned on one of those ASMR videos, something with nature sounds and ambiance. Good enough. She was asleep in a matter of minutes.
It definitely wasn't morning when she woke. It was absolutely not nature noises she heard when she woke, either.
"...the miracle of birth will begin, you will feel-"
Ella scrunched up her nose and grabbed her remote to check the video.
MANIFEST TWIN PREGNANCY RAPID RESULTS! REAL! NOT ROLEPLAY! ACTUAL RESULTS!
She stared, annoyed, then turned it off. Her autoplay results really were going to be fucked up for a few days. Seriously, Youtube, what the fuck? She groaned, then rolled over to go back to sleep.
HOUR 3
Ella woke up again a few hours later, stretching and making a face as she peered down at herself. Damn, she needed to lay off the bar food, it was making her bloated. The amusement didn't last, though, because she was running to the bathroom to puke her brains out.
Fantastic, a hangover. Ella was famously pretty resilient when it came to hangovers, and now she was sick as a dog. When she stood to wash out her mouth, she examined herself properly in the mirror.
Last night's makeup, messy hair from last night's updo, her tank-top...still wearing those shorts. She examined the slight swell of her stomach in the outfit.
"I'll probably puke this away with this hangover..." She muttered, then shuffled back to bed. A nap would fix this, right?
HOUR 5
Awake for real. Ella had to join the world of the living. When she woke, the nausea had passed and...her stomach had swollen again. Fucking hell. She stared at herself, wondering if it was some fucked up optical illusion.
It had to be.
Maybe it was these goddamn shorts.
Speaking of...
She grabbed on the shorts, trying to pull them off. The fight for the next twenty minutes told her that she should have taken them off the night before. Shit.
She'd call her friend to come over and help her get them off.
...If she knew where her phone was.
Trying to find her phone meant crawling around her apartment for the next hour, which was getting increasingly hard with her...was her belly getting larger again?
HOUR 6
She was digging through a pile of laundry when she felt movement in her abdomen.
No.
No, absolutely not.
That wasn't real. Ella felt at her stomach, staring at the (terrifyingly) swollen bump. She still hadn't found her phone. Where the fuck was it?! What the fuck was going on with her?!
Another movement.
No. Not real.
She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head.
HOUR 7
Her belly had become something that definitely looked like a (very) pregnant woman's belly. It looked far too pregnant, in fact. Like, so pregnant that Ella was afraid that if this was real (it could not be) she was in danger of giving birth any goddamn moment.
It couldn't be real.
ASMR videos didn't get people pregnant. She hadn't had sex in months. Okay, it had been a year. A hell of a dry spell. She'd been counting.
That's why it couldn't be real. That's why the kicking couldn't be real. That's why when she went to go out to her car, and her front door wouldn't open, Ella burst into tears.
She'd been meaning to get that lock fixed for months. It was an old house. The lock to the front door had a bad habit of getting stuck and would require either a locksmith or someone with a crowbar to open.
Annnd Ella had left the crowbar in the trunk of her car.
She sunk down against the door, sobbing into her hands. This wasn't a horror movie, she wasn't dying. She just had to find her phone. It was going to be fine. Maybe she was just having a nightmare. A really weird nightmare. ASMR videos didn't get people fucking pregnant...
HOUR 8
hopefulmama2020: IT WORKED!! thank you!!
anonymous2298882: holy shit i should have read the disclaimers about how fast it works but thanks
familyof4: I don't know if it's witchcraft or god's work but you're amazing, thank you. And no ads, which is proof you're doing this for all the right reasons.
She was digging desperately through the comment section of the video she'd woken up to the night before (while keeping it paused and muted. Ella absolutely didn't want anything...weird to happen again.) She was sure these all had to be bots or people paid to comment positively, until...
anonymous3388088: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS???
humanperson22: you can't just PUT THIS IN THE AUTOPLAY FEATURE YT SOMEONE IS GONNA GET HURT
singlemama32: you need to put BETTER WARNINGS IN PLACE! I was ON A DATE!
There was something sobering and horrifying about seeing people complain about this like it was a consumer product and not some terrifying curse (if it was even real.) The nudging against her womb insisted she pay attention. Ella sobbed into her hands. What were her options? Her phone was still MIA. She was locked in her home.
Her laptop. She'd message her friends, tell them to come over....
She struggled to get up against the weight of her stomach, going to get her laptop...
Dead. Fuck.
Plugged it in, waited for it to boot up...
Every minute was torture. She messaged her friends frantically, waiting for any of them to answer, waiting for someone to get online. Everyone was clearly still recovering from last night, because nobody was online.
Could she even reach emergency services on her laptop?!
A twinge of pain distracted her from this train of thought.
HOUR 9
Labor of a child she hadn't been pregnant with the night before was a terror Ella didn't know she was capable of. Her body hadn't been prepared for this.
"Please, no," she gasped, grabbing at the doorway between her kitchen and living room. Pain radiated low in her abdomen, spreading through her and making her legs shake under her. She stumbled with each step, hands shaking as she pressed her palms to the wall in an attempt to steady herself.
"I've gotta..." More pain. She cried out, a sharp noise as she pulled at her shorts again. They felt even tighter against her skin, surely on the breaking point with the swell of her belly and the increased curve of her ass. She whined as she tried to move towards her bedroom.
Each step felt like fire. She whimpered, moving so slowly it felt like eternity. "This can't be real, it can't be real, it can't---"
A release of pressure. Relief, and then fluid pooling between her legs. Her shorts were damp now, more discomfort as she whined and leaned against the wall again.
"No, no, stop, stop, I can't do that, not like this," there was no way her water had just broken. This whole thing had just started. She had just...she was not pregnant to begin with!
Ella took another hard, sharp breath and stumbled a few feet closer to her bedroom. A contraction, as she knew it, came. It was harder and longer than the others, more urgent. She howled in pain, brought to her knees by the sensation.
"Please, please, get off..." Her breaths came in huffs and gasps while she tried to fight with the tight leather again. Another contraction. Ella squealed and shook her head.
"I can't, not like that, please, wait..."
Her body wouldn't listen. It was slowly opening her, a large, heavy pressure insistently rocking against her cervix. Horrified, she resisted the strange, unfamiliar urge that came with the feeling.
"No..." She sobbed.
It wasn't fair. She hadn't done anything to deserve this. Ella had been safe, she had been good, all she did was come home, all she did was go to sleep, and now...
Now she had to push.
"No!" She shrieked. She crawled towards her bed, desperate to at least give birth on her bed like...like what, a proper mother? What did that even mean?
It didn't matter. Her body didn't care. It pushed for her. She screamed and dug her nails into the carpet. The pain passed. Ella breathed between the contractions and stared at the floor as tears dripped down her face.
"I've got to get...these off..." She whimpered. She started grabbing the waistband of the shorts. She started pulling on them. Another contraction.
"Fuck! Stop! Stop, stop, stop!"
Her body pushed, even if she tried not to. Ella whined and writhed on all fours, a desperate, cornered animal without a choice. She sobbed for help, for it to stop, for anything. Nobody answered.
This cycle continued for what felt like forever, but not long enough for Ella to even begin to acclimate. To her horror, she felt something spreading her pussy open.
"No, no, I can't---" She reached to touch it. It was pressing against the tight leather of her shorts. "Please, please, there's no---"
A scream. It was loud, desperate, and instinctive this time. She pushed this time, giving in to the pain and demands of her body. The head of the baby she hadn't even been fucked to create began spreading her open.
"It hurts, it hurts, please, please," she pleaded. Her legs shook. Her hands gripped the carpet so hard she feared her nails would tear.
Another push. Another wail of absolute, unfettered agony. Ella finally gathered the nerve to do something she'd been avoiding since this labor had started: she turned to look in the mirror.
There was a long, full length mirror in her room that sat across from her bed. As she looked over her shoulder, she could see herself. On all fours, her hair a mess, her skin flushed, she was a trembling disaster. Her shorts were barely a few inches down her hip and...oh god.
There was the distinct shape of a baby's head crowning into her shorts. Ella howled in terror as the next contraction tore through her, bearing down so hard she feared she would break. She didn't. She pushed again. She begged for mercy from an entity that didn't answer.
"Please, please..." She gasped. She fought to pull the shorts down a little more. Mercifully, a little more progress. The baby filled what little room she made by pulling her shorts down.
"Stop! Oh my god, stop---"
She was pushing again. The baby was filling every inch of her and forcing itself out of her in the same breath. Ella whined in desperation as she felt it started to twist and move.
"Please, please..." Pulling a little more. The shorts weren't off, but...
"It burns, it burns---" A full crown. There were no words for the pain. Ella sobbed. She couldn't form thoughts as the way the head stretched her came over her, pushing hard and lowering her head. The pain overtook her, an experience she'd never be able to let go.
"Oh, fuck!" The head had just enough room to emerge from her. She gasped and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts, pulling them down a few more inches.
"Just...a little...more..." She gasped.
Another push. The shoulders twisted and she whined, gritting her teeth as she bore down. "Out, out, out, please---"
Release. A cry. Ella reached and pulled the baby from the tight space in her shorts. It was a healthy baby boy. She stared at it in abject confusion. At least it was...healthy? But...how? How was this real? How was any of this...
She didn't have time. It was happening again.
It was happening again?!
"Not again, please, not again--"
It was happening again and fast. Ella howled in terror as a second head pressed hard against her cervix. There was no luxury of ignorance this time: she knew it was going to hurt. She knew it would stretch her open, that it would be unrelenting, that she had nowhere she could run.
She would give birth, and that was that.
"Fuck! Oh god, fuck!" Ella screeched as the head started to clear her cervix. She pushed hard, desperate for this to be over, but her body only had so much strength. Each contraction brought fresh new agony but not enough progress.
It felt like it was all going too quickly but not quickly enough.
She thought that, of course, until the massive head of the baby was crowning.
"No! No, oh my god, no!" It was too big. The first baby was already too big, and this one was bigger. Fuck. No. She would die. It would tear her open, and she would---
She gave in to the urge to push, crying out for help as she did so. Each push brought more fear and more pain. Each push stretched her wider. Each push brought her closer to her limit.
"Oh god, it's coming out, no, no, no!" she shrieked until her voice broke. Nothing was going to stop it. In that moment, she wondered how any woman could choose to do this more than once. It wasn't like she'd been given a choice--
"Please!" It came to a full crown. She squirmed against it, trying to wiggle away from the pain. It didn't relent. She sobbed and pushed again. The head emerged. She made a startled noise and swore she almost passed out.
"Almost...almost..." She wasn't sure who she was talking to, herself, the baby she'd already birthed, or the one nearly born, but...
She pushed again. And again, and...
"One more, one more, one..." The shoulders twisted hard. She cried out and dug her nails into the carpet one more time. The baby slid out and screamed, the sound drowned out by Ella's howls of agony.
A healthy baby girl.
She finally fought to get the shorts off. It was about an hour after the birth that she found her phone (in the back pocket of said shorts) and two hours before her friends messaged her back.
Maybe she'd stop listening to videos to sleep at night.
for the birth asks, 5, 13, 14, if you haven't already answered them
5. Naked or clothed?
Clothed. A labor so urgent that all of our plans are abandoned. No laboring in the tub, no time to call for assistance.
Sinking into a squat right outside the bathroom door— clinging to the frame and groaning through gritted teeth as I give in to the urge to push, straining with all my might as my cunt starts to bulge between my thighs. Your frantic "are you pushing?!" gets lost in the haze of the primal need to bear down, and my roars of effort drown you out.
"Its coming," I grunt out, clawing desperately at my soaked leggings to try to get them off. They cling to my skin, absolutely unrelenting as the head begins to part my folds and push against the fabric of my underwear. "Holy fuck, its coming so fast!"
You scramble to kneel in front of me, letting me bear my weight on you as you work my leggings down to mid thigh. "Breathe, baby," you murmur, taking a deep breath and blowing it out in short pants. "Like this, remember?"
"Can't," I grunt, nails digging into your shoulder as I bear down against the pressure mounting in my pelvis. "Gotta... gotta pushhhh."
And I do just that, letting out a deep, primal scream as the lips of my cunt spread to allow the head to pass through. "Fuck, it burns!" My labia are on fire, stetched thin and bloodless as the mass of our overdue infant barrels down through my birth canal. "Mmmmph, fuckkkk." I gasp as I feel the head come to a full crown, desperately clutching at you as I struggle to catch my breath. "It's comingggg. Fuck, it's coming out!"
The head pops free in a gush of fluid and hangs between my thighs for a moment before a final push brings the baby into the world, spilling out into the gap of fabric between my cunt and my underwear.
13. Overdue or on time baby?
Overdue. 42 weeks, maybe even pushing 43. My belly hangs low between my thighs as I move, heavy and gravid and placing so much pressure on my cervix as I sway through my contractions, letting my lips fall open as I moan and vocalize.
You position me on the bed to birth—laid out on my side with one hand pulling my knee up towards my chest and the other clutching at the pillow behind my head, fingers scrambling for a hold as I push, screaming and wailing with effort as I tirelessly work to birth the massive infant. You tell me I'm doing well, that I'm opening up, that you're starting to see a bulge, but I know it's not true. I can feel the weight and the mass of the head grinding through my cervix, finally understanding the comparison of having a bowling ball wedged between my thighs.
Every estimation had placed this baby at 14 or even 15 pounds, and I feel every bit of it.
I pull my leg up even higher and curl around my belly, straining as hard as I can to pass the head through my cervix. To make any kind of progress at all.
"Fuck," I cry, nails digging into my skin. "Fuckkkk! It's too big!"
"Just push, baby," you tell me, your voice wavering a bit as you slide my fingers into my cunt, feeling around to check me. The head is still high up; your trepidation is written all over your face. "It... it's big, but you can do it."
I throw my head back and scream as I push again, knowing that we're in for a struggle.
"Too biggggg! Nnnnnnng, it's gonna tear me a-apart!"
14. What's your ideal birth scenario?
This has been asked a few times, and it's getting its own post soon!
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Well now, it’s been a while. :)
Last week, I completed another surrogacy for a new client (she requested to remain anonymous, so I’ll refer her to Ms. M) and the birth was really fun to do. Apology for no progression photos this time around, just the birth story.
During the pregnancy, I frequently met with the client, mostly just to let her enjoy my pregnant belly with Mel. We talked about the birth plan and discussed the things she wanted me to do when I deliver her baby. When I had reached 42 weeks, it was finally time for me to deliver this baby.
Mel and I went to her home about D-2 before the planned birth date, letting myself adjust to her place, as well as have Mel help set up the place.
Finally, my labor started on day 3 in the morning, right around breakfast. I wore my pajamas and tank top, with the swimsuit underneath them while laboring, wanting to be comfortable during the first phase of labor.. The first stage went by fast, only taking around 2 hours from when the first contraction started to feeling the urge to push. I felt the baby’s head begin its descend while I was outside walking around Ms. M’s neighborhood with her and Mel.
I couldn’t help but push when the urge hit, pushing on the sidewalk in standing position. It didn’t take long for the head to begin to crown, a bulge forming between my legs. “Hooo… the head’s coming…” I said, moaning as I reached down and felt the head pressing against my panties and pajamas. Ms. M and Mel cupped the head as well to confirm the presence of the baby… “Alright… let’s get back to the house… You gotta hold the baby like that…” Ms. M said to me… I couldn’t help but laugh, but I have experience holding the baby in. It’s just a matter of controlling the urge. Mel even helped keeping the baby crowning between my legs when the urge was a bit too much.
It took 1 hour just to return to the house and enter the client’s home. I waddled to the living room and to the kitchen, continuing pushing by leaning on the kitchen countertop. The head barely moved, stuck crowning for another hour while Mel prepared the warm water for the pool.
On the 3rd hour of pushing this baby out, I waddled towards the backyard, where there’s a big inflatable pool ready. I took off the tank top and pajamas and climbed into the pool that was placed in the backyard and went to a kneeling position, my body leaning on the edge of the inflatables.. Ms. M climbed into the pool as well and went behind me, with Mel staying outside and recording me. Ms. M was really touchy, rubbing my belly and my thighs, feeling my belly contract and I push. She told me to push to my heart’s content, to let loose, and I obliged, knowing Ms. M’s gonna hold the head in.
I can feel the head starting to fully crown into my swimsuit, the head bulging out between my legs. Ms. M cupped the baby’s head and held it tight. It felt so good with her hands holding the baby in, as she continued to encourage me to push. I nodded, playing along with her game. I kept pushing, feeling the head inching closer to be fully coming out, before the contraction ended and the head receded back in with Ms. M’s help. “Phew… one big baby… it’s gonna take a while to push out.” I said, laughing a bit. “It is… you don’t mind pushing for another 2-3 hours right?” Ms. M asked, teasing me, in which I can only smirk and nod along.
I reached down and felt the baby’s head for motivation before pushing again, spreading my legs wide,, the head tenting my swimsuit once more before Ms. M cupped the head. I didn’t make much progress so I turned around into a sitting position, my upper body leaning on the edge of the pool. I kept pushing when the contractions hit and felt the head crowning nicely, “Don’t think it’s working… I think I need to come out of the pool.” I said “No… not yet… keep trying…” Ms. M rebutted… I nodded and continued to push, Ms. M slowly keeping the head to be fully crowning.
I gave one huge push and felt the head fully crowning once again… “Hooo it’s so big…” I moaned, looking down and seeing the head poking out of me. “Okay… I think I better get out of the pool now…” I said, slowly bracing myself to stand up and getting out of the pool. Ms. M and Mel followed, Mel recording me from afar while Ms. M helped me stand up and into the nearby stool and sat down and pushed again.
The outfit's getting tight as the head is halfway to coming out before Ms. M touched the head and prevented me from getting the head out. “Deep breaths Jessie, not yet.” Ms. M said as she pushed the head slightly back. “Ms. M… I gotta push the baby out…” I begged her. “Not yet… gotta make sure you don’t tear.” She said, giving excuses to keep me in the crowning phase. I pushed again but the head’s not budging with her palm planted firmly on the head. “Gotta change position again… let’s get back in.” Ms. M said, bringing me up and back inside the pool.
My legs were spread apart as I pushed once more to get the baby out, a big dome coming out between my legs, the head, covered by the swimsuit. I can feel the baby’s forehead coming out. I was on the verge of getting the head out, when Ms. M held the head again, maintaining the position. “That’s good Jessie. Push hard now.” She said, I followed her instruction and pushed, moaning hard as the head’s not budging again. “One more time…” She spoke, and I nodded.
“Ngh… it’s so hard… the head’s too big!” I moaned as I pushed but unable to get the head fully out. It was a tug of war, with me pushing and Ms. M holding the head before she finally had enough and let go. I pushed hard and got the head out! “The head’s out!” I moaned as I felt relief. I reached down and felt the huge head covered by my swimsuit, a huge bump poking out between my thighs. The swimsuits are so tight that there might not be any more room.
“I think… ngh… we might have to rip this open to get the baby out.”
“Mel, you think Jess can push the baby out right into the swimsuit, no ripping required?” Ms. M asked, in a playful manner. “I think so…there’s still room.” Mel said, observing a bit. I groaned and played along.
“Alright… I think we’re done with the pool…” Ms. M said, getting me up and getting out of the pool once again. I can only take a couple of steps before falling into a deep squat and push. The baby remained stuck as I could feel the shoulder’s trying to come out. The contraction ended and I stood up again, waddling inside the house and right into the living room. “Let’s get you to my bedroom.” Ms. M said to me… knowing her bedroom’s in the 2nd floor, separated by the stairs.
Ms. M helped support me as we reached the base of the stairs. The baby’s head’s rubbing against my thighs as I slowly take steps one by one… squatting to push occasionally, knowing it’s futile to push the shoulders out.
We finally reached the 2nd floor and I continue waddling to Ms. M’s bedroom and I climbed into the bed on all fours, with Ms. M behind me, ready to catch the baby.
“Alright… here we go… push hard now, Jess!” Ms. M said to me. I nodded and pushed when the contraction hit, pushing for a couple more times before I changed position into side lying and pushed again, my hands pulling left legs and trying to get the baby out. I can feel the shoulders budging, but the swimsuit remained the biggest obstacle.
“Hooo… come on baby… work with me…” I groaned and pushed again, but to no avail... "Ughhh.. shoulder's stuck..." I groaned. Ms. M and Mel wasn't satisfied it seemed... "Alright... one last movement... let's get you back to the living room." Ms. M said, helping me up. I waddled with the baby's head sticking out of me, as I took steps down the stairs, squatting and pushing when the contraction hits.
In the living room, I squat down and pushed hard, finally feeling the shoulders budging and the baby finally shots out of me, right into the swimsuit. I can feel the baby wriggling inside me, crying. Ms. M pulled the baby out of my swimsuit and held the newborn baby in her arms, with me watching her meeting her baby. Ms. M had truly made me work for it… as it took me almost 8 hours just to push the baby out.
Mel helped clean up the mess and I took one more night before finally parted ways with the client after the client finalized the payment. Another surrogacy done, and after resting for a couple weeks, I’ll probably get another client… or Mel’s gonna knock me up again. We shall see how the next pregnancy will go.
"Pressure," I pant, clutching your hand tightly for support as we slowly make our way down the stairs. "I... arghhh, I don't think I can do this. I-It's so low."
The plan was to get to the car. The plan was to get to the hospital. The plan was to have a midwife.
The plan was no longer happening.
When we reach the bottom step, I grunt and sink into a deep squat, thighs trembling to support the weight of my heaving belly. "I have to push," I tell you, staring up at you with wild, frightful eyes. "I–ohhh, god. It's cominggg!"
Instinctually, I rock my hips back and forth just slightly, working with gravity to help the baby as it grinds its way through my cervix and into my birth canal. My perineum and the outer lips of my cunt bulge outward as I push down against the vice grip in my belly, a primal howl ripping free my my throat as my pussy begins to burn.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I hear you exclaim, tossing the hospital bag to the floor as you rush to kneel down in front of me. "You've got to stop pushing, baby! You're going to tear!"
"Don't careeeee," I shriek thinly. "I can't stop it!" My cunt is stretched to the limit as the head surges to a full crown, the baby straining against the fabric of my underwear. "It's crowning-nnnng! Holy fuck, it's coming. It's coming outttt!"
It I let go of your hand in favor of grabbing hold of the railing of the staircase, throwing my head back with a howl as the head pops out in a gush of fluid. There's an unmistakable tent in the crotch of my leggings, the obscene width of the baby's head stretching the fabric thinly as it fights against it to be born. "Head is out," I gasp. "Gonna push again. Have to push."
My pussy is gaping around the baby's neck, inner walls spasming as the first shoulder begins to work itself free. Nothing is going to hold it back.
"Baby, don't–."
"PUSHINGGG." I wail and bear down for a final time. "It's almost out! Its coming, here it comes. The baby is outttt. The baby's in my pants!" And then it is. The baby's shoulders and body slide out effortlessly, falling into my ruined underwear.
Just gonna leave this here for my fellow clothed-birth enjoyers. Clip from a TV show called “Outrageous Births.” I’ve heard of the series but never seen this clip!
Have a rich / royal family be cursed by a witch, the woman cursed to never be able to bear a child… only for the woman to get pregnant anyway, so the family dismissed the witch’s warning.
Only for when the mother is in labor and giving birth, the baby inside her is stuck forever in fully crowning, unable to get out due to the witch’s curse.
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Let's make this month a celebration of all things pregnancy-related! With that thought in mind:
What's your favorite impregnation scenario?
Feel free to tell me about anything you're into, including details about things like your preferred genders, sexualities, body types, genital configurations, plots, themes, settings, genres, tropes, fandoms, pairings, or anything else that has to do with you (or someone else) kicking off a pregnancy!
Probably due to the mundanity of life, my current favorite scenario involves being turned into a breeder.
Have a godly / magical entity (goddess, demons, succubus) pick me as their vessel, turning me into a woman, and let me deliver babies all the time. No more worrying about money, future, etc. Just do my job of making babies and indulge in the kinks.
Spandex shorts are actually extremely comfortable to give birth in, and if you’re pregnant you’re encouraged to wear them right up until the baby’s head comes out to support proper circulation.
Source: trust me bro
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