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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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!
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.
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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.
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.
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What got you into writing? I've thought about writing before, but can never really seem to get into it.
I'm not really sure what exactly got me to start writing. I'd always kind of mussed around with just opening notepad and going at it, creating stories and snippets and the like. I guess if I had to narrow it down to one thing, is I wanted to write the stories I wanted to read. No one else has done exactly this thing in one of their stories, or had that thing happen, so why can't I?
If you're wanting to get into writing, I'd say take that bit with you, write the stories you want to read. No, go forth and be excellent my friend!
Same. This is how I got into writing - just creating the stories that I myself would want to read.
There’s a niche for everyone, a style for everyone. For anyone thinking of writing - no matter what you’re into or what you write, I’m sure someone on here will enjoy and appreciate it. Don’t be afraid to give it a go! :)
Well, I've been recovering well for a couple of months after that twin birth. Haven't had anymore clients (aside from the one I responded). Unfortunately the surrogate services has to be postponed for a bit...
Cause I got pregnant with Mel's baby again.
It was right on Valentine Day. We hired a babysitter and went on a date night and she had said she missed me being pregnant... and I said that I missed it too... but I don't want to be knocked up by anyone else... so that night, after the kids went to sleep, we had sex... the best, unprotected sex ever. She managed to handle herself and didn't make a bloody mess, sprouting her wings or anything.
That was 4 months ago, and now I'm 16 weeks pregnant with her baby. Due date's gonna be around November, but Mel had been thinking that she'll pop at around Thanksgiving / Black Friday.
So here's to my 7th pregnancy, popping my 8th baby, and adding another baby to our family.
I love casual birth so much, just nonchalantly laboring while talking with a friend or sitting in a lecture. Talking with a friend over lunch, sipping on a tea while pushing in between breaths. Waddling into a lecture hall and taking notes as my baby’s head comes out with a wet pop. Lifting my dress and delivering a baby while on a date with my partner at a fancy restaurant. The possibilities are endless
mmm touching myself daydreaming about this… i wanna be a pregnant princess laboring while sitting through my husband’s speech, panting under my breath, or a secretary birthing my boss’ baby as i take notes for him
having casual small talk conversation with the hospital receptionist while your partner tries not to crown in their pants instead of rushing to get a room
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It started early in the morning. 2:47 to be exact.
I'm not sure if it was the first real conraction, but it was definitely a contraction that woke me up. I groaned and curled up around my heavy belly, which I found to be hard as a rock. It wasn't until a few hours later, around seven, I think, and at least a half a dozen contractions later that I managed to get out of bed. I took a shower first, which made them squirm a little before another contraction squeezed a whimper out of me.
The baby had dropped into my pelvis Monday last week, so I had been expecting this for over a week and a half. I was five days overdue. I knew I was in labor.
I just didn't know how much time I had.
I had read somewhere that early labor for first time mothers could last a while, as this was totally new for them. I figured that would be the case for me too. I was tall, but skinny, and pregnancy hadn't put much weight anywhere other than the baby. They were estimated to be just over nine pounds at my last checkup two weeks ago. "Macrosomia" was the term the doctors used to tell me they were overweight. I knew that without them telling me. Everyone told me I looked big for how far along I was, and the internet told me my bump should have been smaller. I figured those two things would have turned this into an all-day ordeal.
Obviously, I had been very, very wrong.
I now stood about two blocks from my apartment, gritting my teeth as my uterus contracted around my giant of a baby. Over nine pounds of baby, along with all the amnitoic fluid, was being pressed into my cervix with a strength I didn't know was possible. There was nothing I could do but pant furiously, hands on my knees as my pelvis throbbed with pressure. I looked up, blinking tears away, at the path ahead of me. People walked by me, ignoring the massively pregnant girl sweating bullets. No-one offered help; the most I got was concerned glances.
About an hour ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go down to a cafe I frequented during my pregnancy. I liked their hot chocolate, and I wanted some, thinking it might help me relax. I had waddled into the elevator, where another contraction hit, and started down the street towards the cafe. About twenty minutes and two pauses for contractions later, I was sitting in a stool, trying not to moan as the pressure made me squirm. I had no appetite for the hot chocolate anymore, and I was beginning to get worried. I thought I'd have a lot of time, but my contractions were getting closer and closer together.. Just while I was sitting there I had already gone through two within fifteen minutes. I had forgotten how close they had to be for it to be considered active labor, but they were much too close for comfort.
I only made it a few dozen feet before I ended up here, hands on my knees off to the side. I blew hard out of my nose, tilting my head back and slowly standing up straight. My lower back burned more than usual, and my crotch was throbbing with pressure. The realization that this had been a bad idea was starting to dawn on me now. Still, I kept my legs together, trying to hold off the inevitable until I got home.
I only took about a dozen slow steps before I was back with my hands on my knees, unable to stop from groaning as my womb felt like it was being filled with molten metal. My knees trembled, threatening to give under the weight of my womb, and I was beginning to worry they would. I swallowed, exhaling out my nose as the preasure only increased. The chance that I would get home without giving birth on the sidewalk was getting slimmer each second I stayed still. However, contractions rendered me near immobile, so I was at the whim of my body.
When it ended, I gasped, not even realizing I had been holding my breath. Slowly, I stood straight, pushing my aching hips forward to compensate for my skewed center of gravity. Letting out a noise that was somewhere between a groan and whine, I restarted my slow journey home.
I had taken maybe five agonizing steps before I was suddenly thrown off balance. Someone's shoulder hit mine, making me stumble towards the wall. My palm and my foot went out to stop me from crashing into the ground, opening my hips up. Apparently that was all it took.
The feeling of my waters breaking had been advertised to me as a little trickle, maybe a pop inside my body. This was a dam breaking, only stopped by the huge head I had grown inside me plugging my canal. I cried out as fluids erupted into my underwear, soaking my clothes and crashing onto the concrete below me. I looked down at myself, leaning my head over my swollen middle to look at the yellowish puddle on the concrete under me. I only had a few seconds before my womb tightened up again, pain radiating up my back. I put my free hand there as I tried to control my breathing. For some reason that was ths one and only thing I could think of in the mush that was my mind. I wasn't even aware I was pushing until the burn of my labia bulging into my pants made me gasp. My body wouldn't stop however, and I cried out as I bulged out into my pants, pussy full of my baby's head. I sputtered as the contraction faded, trying to reign in my breathing before the next contraction hit.
Steadying my stance so I didn't have to lean on the wall, I found that I could no longer close my legs. Or bring them any closer at all. The massive weight of the head lodged in my crotch saw to it that I would not close my legs until I had given birth. All I could do was whimper in despair.
When I looked up, the situation had somehow gotten worse. More people had made their way onto the sidewalk, forming a wall that trapped me where I was. Even worse, a few people had stopped to stare at me. Not help, simply stare awkwardly at the very pregnant person who had just popped all over the sidewalk. I pointed my face towards the sky and moaned.
Still holding onto the wall, I shuffled forward, trying my best to stay upright as I tried to wade into the river of people. I was stopped pretty quickly, not by someone bumping into me again or refusing to let me move, but by my own body squeezing down on my womb and the heavy child in my hips. I cried out, my legs almost giving out. My hands flew to my wobbly knees as I pushed.
Wait, no, I couldn't be pushing! I was in the middle of the sidewalk! In broad daylight!
However, this was no simple urge anymore. This was a demand, a unrefusable command to birth this overdue, overweight baby. Was I in a very public place with my clothes still on? Yes, but my body didn't care. I was going to give birth here, whether I wanted to or not.
My face burned with effort, my teeth gnashed together, and my fingers dug into my knees as the head inched out even further. It was still sliding out with my pants on; couldn't think of how it could be possibly doing that with how restrictive they were. However I didn't think much if anything other than the overwhelming need to birth. My mind went totally blank as I gave in.
I came out of the contractions with a shaky inhale, the baby's head now holding me painfully open. I wasn't sure whether what I felt was a full crown or not, but if it wasn't fully crowning now it was about to be. My head went up, looking at the small crowd around me. I whined pathetically, my head going back down to stare at my tight bump. The pressure between my hips was insane, and my legs were shaking like crazy. Slowly, with a loud, drawn own groan, I started to straighten up.
But by body was done waiting, had been done waiting. With a wail, I was caught mid-stand by a harsh contraction. I tried to go back to my odd half-squat with my hands on my knees, but I was taken completely off guard. My hands flew out in front of me as I stumbled to my knees, slamming my palms down on the rough concrete. My head pounded as I began to bear down again, the head sending a searing pain through my crotch. I screamed, my scraped hands balling into fists as it only continued to emerge. I was open wider than I should have been, the baby too much, too fast.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I slowly lowered my forehead to the concrete sidewalk. All I could hear was a faint ringing as the contraction refused to let up. I was a slave to it, hopelessly bound to obey the animalistic instinct. I could feel my baby sliding further and further down my canal, the head now threatening to pop out into my pants. Or was it? Was I just imagining that this torture was almost over to keep myself sane?
A moment later I learned that no, it really was that far down as I saw white for a second and more fluids soaked my pants. When my vision and mind returned, something wet and slightly squishy was crammed into my left thigh. The head. Putting my shoulder to the ground, I reached back, not to feel but to free.
I whined as I grabbed the waistline of my pants, pushed down my the swell of my womb. It was a little tough to get past my bump, but it seemed I had time as the body rotated in my hips. I groaned at the sensation of the big baby moving around, tugging desperately at my clothes. Inch by inch, I tugged them down just enough for the head to be bared. A sigh of relief escaped me as I felt the slimy head sag away from my thigh, still wedged between my legs.
It seemed I was given just enough time to free the head.
I made a choked, guttural sound as the baby lurched forward, dragging my already stretched flesh with it. I struggled to get my shoulder off the ground, slamming my palm back down as I shook. Slowly, excruciatingly, I began to push out the shoulders. It wasn't a simple pop and they were out, but a slow burn with the arms as well. I gritted my teeth as I kept on pushing, determined to get this child out of me. There was a slight relief when the shoulders were out completely and it was a lot easier to get the elbows out. The tears that had been building up started to run down my face, pain lancing up all the way up my spine to the back of my head. I turned my head up again, squeezing my eyes shut as the arms popped totally free. And with a gush, my baby finally slid from my abused crotch.
I collapsed immediately, my belly now light and deflated. I could feel it squirming against my butt, but I suddenly found that my energy was gone, sapped completely by birth. It was only a few seconds later that I managed to push myself back to my hands and knees. When I looked up, I went pale.
A crowd had formed on the sidewalk while I had been absorbed in the act of giving birth. I muttered out a hoarse "D-Don't look at mee..." as I rolled onto my side. Reaching down, I took the baby, now crying, up towards my chest. The cord starting from its belly button still trailed back to my burning slit. A daughter.
"Well, you sure couldn't wait, huh..?" I whispered to my newborn daughter.
When the EMTs arrived, they told me she weighed just over ten pounds.
As I am resting in the hospital for the next couple of days, I figured that I should ask for feedback for this blog. How are you enjoying my journey so far? Anything I should improve on?
Kindly DM me or reblog this post to add suggestions.
Some of the things that I had been thinking will improve my blog are posting more frequently and/or consistently, and adding images to my posts (probably belly update). Any other suggestions are welcome!
