the birthing stretch

Submission note: this can be tagged fpreg, nbpreg, and tmpreg! You can credit me.

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You are special. You are the brilliant, shining star of his class.

Sure, maybe he fucks some of the other students, too. Maybe you’re far from the only person who’s been on your knees and gagging on his cock. Maybe his desk has seen all kinds of young, vigorous minds bent over his desk and reduced to brainless, cock-hungry sluts.

But you’re special. You’re absolutely certain of it. After all, you’re the one carrying his child.

If you weren’t special, then why is no one else pregnant? Why are you the one who gets to call him by his actual name instead of just Professor Hale? Why does he look at you like that during department events and guest lectures? He’s so willing to risk everything for you. After all, when it was first obvious to everyone that you were expecting, he had followed you out of the ballroom, pulled you into a janitor’s closet, and gripped your belly as you rode him. It’s already hot enough to have his baby inside of you; it’s even hotter when his cum is rolling down your leg while you talk with the department head about your upcoming senior thesis.

i just think theres a lotta potential for cock birth with hardshell eggs. hope this is interesting!

- W

Hard Shell, Hard Times

Word count: 900

I remember the day you told me the truth. You weren't originally from here and were looking for an incubator for your eggs. I was hesitant at first. My body wasn’t designed to incubate eggs. You assured me that didn’t matter. You lay your eggs deep inside the urethra, so any sex will do.  So one passionate and pleasurable night later I was full of over two dozen of your eggs. 

Nothing felt too different at first. Besides you insisting on keeping me full of cum due to it helping the eggs grow. As time went on the eggs grew and my belly swelled to that of a full term pregnancy. I couldn’t see my penis anymore over my huge belly. Soon after I felt the shells beginning to harden, which you explained meant I was close. 

Then the day came. The day my penis began to leak clear fluid and my eggs suddenly felt much lower. My penis and pelvis throbbed with pain as my contractions started. I breathed through most of them. You told me to let my cock loosen up so the eggs can come out easier. But as time went on this became harder and harder. The pain and frequency of my contractions increased. I could feel the eggs begging to line up behind my urethra. 

“How big are they supposed to be again?” I ask, gasping through another contraction. 

“Most are the size of large chicken eggs. But some can be larger, even getting to the size of a lemon.” You inform me. “Lets hope yours are average.” 

I nod as an answer. A new contraction rushed through me. The urge to push is greater than ever. 

I give in, I bare down and push.The first of my eggs starts to push forward into my penis.  I cry out and reach down. I grip the base of my penis and start to tug. The small amount of pleasure was helping. I gasped and bore down again. The tip of the first egg pushed itself down into my still tight urethra.

I now understood why waiting was necessary. The stretch of the eggs sliding down felt like I was being torn in half. The hard shell made it much more difficult than if it had even a little bot of give. I rubbed the taught skin surrounding the eggs. I jerked myself off harder as the next contraction started. I pushed hard again. The egg slid further along. I cried out in pain as it made its way further out. Just as the eggs fully entered my penis I felt the second eggs start to enter my base. 

I let out a cry as the first egg reached my tip. The second egg was fully inside my penis. A third was starting to stretch the base. I was jerking myself off with a desperation for any sort of relief. The only kind I was receiving was feeling the eggs move down faster. So with each contraction I gripped my shaft, there was no longer any pleasure, just the desperate need to get my eggs out. 

Then the stretch began at the head of my penis. My hole burned and ached from the hard tip of my first egg. I screamed through the burning and panted through what felt like tearing. Until finally the first eggs popped free. I barely had time to catch my breath before the next egg was sliding down, freeing itself with a wet pop. The pattern continued. I pushed out 5 eggs, before most of my crying became exhausted moans. 2 more before my hand started to get tired and slowed down. 8 more before I felt something was majorly wrong. 

My eyes flew open when I started to feel one of my eggs begging to turn in my shaft. The pain was excruciating, the skin stretched beyond anything it's already done. I tried to massage it back into place. Yet nothing worked. I screamed as my next contraction kept my eggs moving. The turned eggs stretched my penis the whole way out. I tried again to turn it before it reached my hole. I frantically tried to jerk it back into place. Until I felt the pain and my body started to push against my wishes. 

The egg surged forward against my hole. The skin stretched to accommodate, it sent white hot pain shooting up though my penis. I screamed and jerked myself off faster, trying to squeeze my hand at the head to get the egg out quicker. I pushed once then twice and with a shriek the eggs popped out. 

I barely had to push for the next three to come slipping out. I panted through my next 4. Now being much more careful jerking off as to not turn another egg. 

Then, I finally felt the last egg enter my penis. My contractions had weakened but thankfully I was loose enough I could push out the last 3 eggs stuck in my penis with my hand. Sliding them down my wrecked and stretched penis until they slipped free from the tip with little resistance. 

I collapsed backward. My stomach deflated and my penis, stretched and damaged, hanging limp between my legs. 

“26 eggs…” I groan. 

“That was good for your first clutch.” You say happily. “They only get larger now that your body is used to it. 

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The bright stage lights made it hard to see, the loud, thumping, music made it hard to think, and the pain coursing through her body made her delirious.

Emma was desperate, she needed a lot of money fast. She stared down the barrel of homelessness while single and nine and a half months pregnant. When her friend, Tess, a soon to be mother as well, came to her with a job opportunity. “You’re still hot, you’re blonde, they’ll love you.” Tess was offering a one time job at an extremely exclusive club, they wanted someone that fit Emma’s very extremely specific description to come and give a strip dance, followed by a more “experimental” show.

Emma wasn’t sure, she didn’t think it sounded safe but she needed the money. Her unease continued up until the day came and she and Tess were getting ready backstage. Emma wore a pink bikini with large heels, and Tess wore the same in black. Emma stood alone in her changing room, the sound of the club thumped through the walls in muffled beats. An uneasy expression had come across her face as she had been feeling pressure inside her lower pelvis all day now, and it was started to get worse. She ran her hands over her stomach and could feel the distinct sensation of her stomach muscles contracting around her baby, she watched the sides of her stomach shrink inwards with effort as she bit her lip to ride out the painful contraction. She doubled over in pain and nearly fell to her knees. Emma let out several grunts and breaths as she regained her composure when the contraction subsided.

Emma had decided then and there that she’d apologize to Tess and to the owners of the club, and head to the hospital. She walked into the other room to tell Tess, when Emma’s eyes widened as she saw several men standing around Tess. She braced herself on the men by wrapping her arms around their shoulders while another of the men has his arm inside her, slowly fisting her pussy all the way up to his elbow. Tess writhes her body in the men’s grasp and moans painfully as she gyrates her pelvis. She rocks her head back and forth, tightly bracing herself against the group of men that restrain her, until she lets out a loud and pained gasp as water gushes from between her legs, down the man’s wrist, and in a puddle by her feet. The man removes his arm from inside her.

The other men let her go as well, and Tess stands amongst them dazed and in pain. She looks to Emma and sees the shocked and horrified look on her face. “It’s fine Emma, we’re gonna give birth on stage. It’ll hurt, yeah, but the money is too good to pass up.”

Emma wanted to scream, wanted to run, but she couldn’t do either as the men grabbed her and pulled her into the same position they just had Tess. Emma whimpered weakly as she tried to pull away from them, she could feel the man’s already wet hand poking into her pussy. Tess ran her hand along Emma’s stomach with a reassuring smile saying “it’ll be over quick and the money will be worth it.” Emma’s entire body recoiled as she felt the man’s already wet plunge his arm up into her pussy.

Emma gasped and yelped, tried to writhe and squirm out of the men’s grasp before she was forced to endure another contraction. Her entire body seized up and bore down like a vice grip. The man inside her commented on how tight her body had become, gripping onto him as she labored on this man’s forearm. Emma could feel him doing something with his hand deep inside her. Emma let out more quick, pained, moans until she felt something pop inside her, and warm liquid poured out of her pussy in a torrent. Much of the pressure inside her was released and she let out a shocked sigh. Tears streamed down Emma’s face as the man removed his arm from her pussy and she was released by the others.

“C’mon, they’re waiting for us.”

Tess took Emma’s hand and lead her out onto the stage. The lights focused on the stage made the audience look like indistinct dark shaped, and the music was so loud that Emma could barely think. Cheers and applause came from the crowd as Tess lead the way and began her strip tease, hanging and gyrating on the center pole as she lead Emma to do the same. Both girls were plenty experienced in pole dancing and they only struggled when contractions tore through their bodies. Emma watched as Tess gave a hell of a performance, dancing all while her stomach contracted, and more liquid flowed from her pussy. Tess freely let out long, pained, moans as she slowly started to give birth while she danced.

Hours passed and Emma danced as she had been taught, and her mind was flush with pain and delirium. She grinned on the pole, gyrated her hips, squatted down and showed the audience everything they wanted to see, but her mind was elsewhere. She tried to focus on anything other than the pain, she ended up staring at the overhead lights while she gripped the pole as tightly as she could. Emma could feel her body pushing her baby out, slowly at first, but each contraction came quicker and quicker, and her baby got lower and lower until she could feel this weight resting against the inside of her pussy.

More hours pass and Emma lets out screams and moans while she danced and the audience cheered in response. She could feel her baby’s body resting just at her pussy’s lips, she could feel every inch of her baby as she felt it slowly begin to be pushed through her pussy lips. Its body slowly passing through her. Emma screamed as the head began to poke her lips open, more liquid poured out of her as her entire body strained and every muscle she had flexed with effort.

Emma looked over to see Tess in a similar position to her. Tess had her body facing the audience and her baby’s head was now free from her pussy, resting inside her panties and stretching them out as Tess fought against the fabric. Tess continued to moan in pain and dance as her baby slowly forced its way out of her.

After another hour passed, Emma gripped the pole and screamed as her baby’s head began to crown. Her pussy lips burned as she bore down and squatted her legs, bending over with her ass facing the audience as she forced her baby’s head out of her body. Emma was so delirious with pain that she simply stared up at the overhead lights while she grunted with effort to pop the shoulders out.

Emma doesn’t really remember what happened next. She recalls a scream coming from Tess as a wet thud hit the stage, followed by the cries of a baby. Emma could hear the audience cheering as Tess scoped her child into her arms, still dancing, running her fingers along the umbilical cord that connected mother and child.

Emma could only hold onto the pole to stop herself from collapsing as her body ached, her muscles burned, she bore down and forced her baby to be born. She could feel every detail of her child’s body as it finally slipped free from her body and collapsed onto the floor between her legs. Emma’s body shuttered with sweat and cold and delirium as she looked down at her angry, crying, child that lay between her legs. The audience cheered and the music blared in her ears but Only one thought drifted into Emma’s head as she spaced out.

ooooh, yes.

in the midst of a contraction, she leans against her partner, arms wrapped around their shoulders as she sways her hips, exhaling softly against their neck as she breathes her way through it. her moans are gentle and delicate, clearly born more from pleasure than pain, and she can feel the way their body tenses and shifts in response, their breath hitching in their throat. as the pain comes to an end, she takes hold of their hand and slides it down the curve of her belly, licking along the shell of their ear as she breathes out "you enjoy this, dont you? seeing me all filled up? working so hard to birth your baby?" she guides their hand down even further, letting them cup her cunt as they groan in response. "you make me so wet, baby," she murmurs, humming with satisfaction as they slide their fingers over her folds, gathering up the slick thats collected there. "you filled me so well. mm, I can't wait to push this baby out."

"cant wait to watch you," they groan, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "get on the bed for me, sweetheart. if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. I want to see what a good girl you really are."

she manages to straddle them just right when she finally feels the urge to push—she bears her weight on their thighs, spreading her legs to settle one foot on either side of their chest and leaning back to lift her hips, giving them a clear view of her slick cunt, glistening with cum and arousal and drops of amniotic fluid.

"god, you're so fucking sexy," they groan, eyes lighting up with desire as they watch her inhale deeply and force her chin to her chest, bearing down hard as a tight band of pressure grips her womb. "just look at you, baby. such a good girl. that pretty little cunt is opening so wide."

"it's so big," she gasps, dizzy with the exertion of pushing and the experience of feeling the baby's head grinding against her inner walls. it slides against her sweet spots as it moves through the birth canal, causing her to whimper sweetly as she brings one hand down to spread the lips of her cunt open. there's a bulge forming there, but nothing more to be seen. but the feeling of it—the weight, the heft, the pressure. "feels like having you inside of me. mmm, it's stretching me so much." her hand continues to support her bulging sex as she takes a breath and pushes again, and her partner watches hungrily as she slides the pads of her fingers over her spreading folds. "fuckkk. feels so good."

"looks so good. all I want to do is get my mouth on that pretty pussy. use my tongue to get you all spread open. you look so fucking sexy pushing for me, baby."

"k-knew you would like it," she pants, flashing a sly smile. if she had known the effect it would have on both of them, if she'd known this primal act could be so sexually charged and so erotic, perhaps they would have been in this situation much sooner. "ooooh, here comes the head. mm, I can feel it." she squeezes her eyes shut as she strains, face flushed and sweaty as fluid drips from her hole and spills onto her partners chest. they groan in delight, arousal coursing through their body as they watch her once tightly furled slit begin to open. the bulge of the head has her outer labia pressed against her thighs, and all they want to do is lean in and eat her out. as soon as the baby is born, they think.

"t-tell me it's coming," she gasps. "you must be able to... hooo, fuck. mmph, c-cant you see it?"

"not yet, baby," they say gently. "but you're so close."

"I think y-you might be the one that's close."

they laugh as they lean up to kiss her, eagerly swallowing down her soft little whines and whimpers as she pushes into her hand. fluid continues to leak from her gaping hole, all a mix of sex and birth, and with a particularly strong push, the head slips free from the tight band of her cervix, dropping down into her cunt.

"oh, good girl. you're doing so well, baby. I know it hurts, I know. I want you to make as much sound as you need, I want you to scream it out if you can, but you've got it to take it slow, remember? easy and slow. you hold that baby right there—let it stretch you, let it open that pussy up."

she grits her teeth, toes curling with effort as she struggles to move the massive head down. her folds have opened into a yawning sort of 'O' shape, giving small glimpses of the head sliding down and then back up. when her current contraction ends, she exhales shakily, vocalializing as loudly as she can as she supports her sex. "scream it out, hm? do you want me to tell you how much it burns? how I can feel it forcing me open?" her mask slips for a second as she starts to bear down, tears stinging her eyes as she begins to feel the ring of fire. "its... hnnng, no exaggeration." the head sits at a half crown, her lips stretched tightly over the width of it. "god, it burns! it stings so ba-aaaaad!"

her partner squirms as they watch her push, so overcome with a desire to have her. "youre such a good birther for me, love. I knew that you would be." they reach up and grab her knees, pulling them farther apart when the mounting stinging between her legs makes her cry and try to close them. "I knew it would be hot, but not like this. all your little sounds. the way you grunt when you push. how you moan as you feel that head come down—and it is so fucking close, sweetheart. just a few more pushes and it'll be out. 'course then you'll have to push out those big shoulders, but I know you can do it. I know you can stretch for me."

her hair falls over her shoulder as her head falls back, fingers working at her clit as she pushes. her sounds begin to escalate, turning into louder, deeper, and more primal sounding roars and screams. but frustratingly, the head stays as it was—half in, half out, and not moving at all. "get it out of me," she cries, thighs trembling from effort. she slumps forward a bit, and her partner almost cums right then and there when he feels the crowning head slide along their lower abdomen. fuck. big is definitely a kind word to describe it. its absolutely massive. her vaginal lips are bloodless, stretched so thin and tight over the skull. they can feel the warmth; feel how wet she is. feels how she continues to struggle to push it down and out of her battered cunt; feels how unrelenting the tissue is. "cant... cant get it to move."

"feels good though, hm?" they smile smugly when she frantically nods her head. "I dont want you to stop pushing for me, but keep playing with your clit. you're doing so—oh, holy shit! oh, baby! god you're doing it. that's it!" their hands slide under her ass to support her as she rocks her hips forward and screams, shoving the rest of the head out in a gush of fluid that pools between them. the head flops down against her partner's chest, and the lips of her cunt clamp down roughly around the neck as her body shakes and trembles. they knew the dazed and blissful expression on her face well—she had cum their baby into the world. she'd gotten off on getting them off. "jesus. holy fuck, baby." they lean up and kiss her again, eyes dark and filled with lust as they take in the sight in front of them. "youre incredible."

"g-good?" she asks, staring down at the head between her thighs. "I wanted... mmmhm, w-wanted you to like it. wanted it to be good for you. ooooh." she exhales, wincing as her belly begins to tighten again. "I can feel the shoulders coming down."

Requests: #388

12. Guy who still lives with parents (18 + obvi but no older mid 20) had been secretly fucking the family pet (dog/cat/similar animal) because its easy, she doesn’t mind (or likes it) and nothing bad can happen— or at least, thats what he thinks, until he manages to knock her up. Her belly quickly becomes so hugely swollen with LOTS of (LARGE) babies that it touches the floor when she stands and drags when she walks.

     It wasn’t supposed to be like this, just a quick fuck, working out his frustrations and nothing more. Consequences hadn’t been considered then, he hadn’t really thought it would matter. It shouldn’t matter! It doesn’t make much sense, but the truth can’t be denied. He knew she didn’t run around with anyone else. He needs to face the facts.

Jesus, his parents are going to freak!

Her belly, swollen and heaving with each breath, is the proof of his mistakes.

He rests his head against the taunt mound, feeling the kicks of life so obviously there. There’s no doubt about it: she’s knocked up and he’s the father.

Garrett knows he sounds like any other guy when he says he hadn’t meant for it to happen, but he really hadn’t. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

She adjusted to pregnancy well, maybe a little too well, but he had no idea what he plans to do now.

“Another?”

“Mmhmmmmph,” I groan, bracing myself on the rim of the tub as I bear down against the heavy mass shoving through the stretched tissue of my cervix. “God, it feels like it's right there.”

I recline on the bathroom floor, one hand wrapped around my knee to pull it up towards my chest as I lean against the cool porcelain of the tub. Riding out the tail end of a contraction, I curl over my taut, overdue belly, and grit my teeth as I strain, working to move the massive head into my birth canal. “fffffuck, there's so much pressureeee.” 

“You're doing so good, baby,” you assure me, leaning in to press a kiss to my sweaty forehead. “You're making so much progress.”

I simply moan, rolling my head to the side as I take several deep breaths. After nearly an hour of pushing, I'm halfway inclined to assume that the baby is simply never coming out, and equally as terrified by the notion that it will. That it is. The next contraction steadily begins to build, turning my belly into a white hot vice grip as it cramps down around my spasming womb. “It's comingggg!” I shriek, feeling my cervix finally stretch around the head.

“It is!” you exclaim, reaching between my spread thighs to cup your hands around my bulging sex. “Keep pushing, baby. You're really opening up.”

“The pressure!”

You gently shush me, quietly commanding me to look at you as you brush the pad of your index finger over the hard nub of my throbbing clit. “I've got you,” you coo. “Keep focusing on me. There you go. Thaaaaat's it.”

I pant the end of the push away before immediately bearing down into another one, staring up at you with widened eyes as my hips instinctively roll forward to meet your touch. “Ohhhhh. Oh, God.”

“Better?”

“Much,” I gasp. “But there's still—hnnng, still s-so much pressure. Ooooh.” 

"Use it, baby. Push for me. Let me worry about everything else.” You add a bit more pressure as you circle my clit, and my eyes flutter closed as I push down towards your touch, grinding my cunt against the palm of your hand. “You're getting so close.”

"Ohgodohgodoh—.” I cum with a choked off cry, and a significant portion of the pressure I'd been experiencing suddenly releases as my water breaks, fluid gushing out onto the floor between us. “Mmmm, there's the waters. It's coming! Holy fuck, its COMING.”

The lips of my slit begin to part, gaping open into a small ‘O’ as the head shoves its way down. My thighs shake and tremble violently as I push, throwing my head back with a shrill scream. “It's right thereeeee. Fuck, its gonna fall out of meee!”

“Breathe, baby,” you say sternly. “You need to slow down.”

I thrash my head from side to side in a steadfast, hard NO. “It BURNS.” My tissues are beginning to stretch, thin and red-hot to the touch. “Ohhh, get it out. Please get it out. The PRESSUREEEE.”

You press your fingertips into my clit, providing steady counter-pressure as the first glimpse of the baby's head begins to peak out from behind my slit. “I can see it,” you tell me, emotion shining in your voice. “You're doing such a good job, baby. Just keep using that pressure.”

My nails dig into the meat of my thigh as I pull it back, leaving crescent shaped marks embedded in the skin as I bear down hard. My other hand slips from the tub and flies down between my legs, guiding your fingers to a better spot on my clit as you hum approvingly. “Coming,” I mumble deliriously. “Coming. It's comin-oh, I'm gonna cum!”

And I do just that, pleasure washing over me from my head down to the tips of my toes. "Oh, God," I rasp, heaving to catch my breath. "It- ughhh- it's so low."

"I can see the top of the head." You beam as you press another kiss to my forehead, gently cradling my stretched out opening. "You're so close."

"But how close?" I ask, inhaling sharply as I gear up to push again.

You hesitate for a beat, eyeing the small, dime-sized patch of slimy wet hair visible between my parted lips and comparing it to the sheer mass of the head itself, bulging outwards from between my thighs. My outer labia are stretched from crease to crease, and my sex is swollen and inflamed. "Close," you finally say. "Ready to push again?"

I nod frantically as I bear down, a roar building up in my chest and throat. "Uuuuuurrrghhhhhh!" I push with every bit of my strength, skin burning bright red, and an unstoppable force (the pressure) meets a seemingly literal immovable object (the baby's head). "HHHHNNNNNGGGGGGG."

"Good! So good, baby."

"GET IT OUTTTT."

"It's coming out!"

"ffffFFFFUCKKKK!"

,…even though you always seem to be pregnant. Being so good means no one can make comments, but the truth is you have a dark secret - your lover is actually a sex driven tentacle monster that likes to pump you every morning and evening full of its eggs.

It turns you on to feel them growing and hardening throughout the day, until you feel so hard and full that when its time to go home you know your lover will be waiting to help you birth this clutch so he can pump you full of some more.

Today though, your boss has called you after your usual hours to talk to you, droning on and on about the next project and how successful you’ve been, unaware that you’ve begun to sweat and you can feel your eggs starting to drop. He asks you if it will be okay for you to stay and work on something to ensure you get the next promotion and you agree, gritting your teeth and smiling but worrying about your lover and your eggs as you walk carefully back to your cubicle.

Frantically you call him once you get there and he insists that it will be alright. He tells you to meet him in the bathroom where he eventually helps you start birthing the eggs, but then you both realize there’s no way for you to sneak them out - especially since everyone will wonder where the baby is if you come back smaller.

You start to panic, but then your lover suggests a crazy plan - that you go along with, because you have no choice. Reducing himself to his simplest form, your boyfriend gets you aroused and then slowly pushes into you - and then proceeds to squeeze himself right up into your womb among your eggs, making you moan as it stretches you out impossibly bigger.

But it works.

Struggling a bit you manage to pull your panties back on as well as your tights, now having to sit snug under the bulge of your belly, and waddle back to your station, glad its more or less just you in the office as you know you look significantly bigger than before - but at least the contractions have stopped, and when you drop down to sit in your chair, you drop a hand to your belly and can feel the the slight bulges of your lovers tentacles.

It seems to be alright for a while, your hand idly petting and rubbing the stretched skin as you get the work done, but its nearing late evening when you feel a pressure on  your cervix. You think you might be going into labor again, the pressure similar to that of an egg slipping through - until you gasp, clutching at the handles of your chair, the familiar slow and slimy glide of your lovers tentacle starting to fuck you from the inside.

You slap a hand over your mouth to cover your moan as you slide lower in your seat, legs spreading as wide as they can go and chair groaning as you move your hips to the rhythm of your lover inside you, your other hand clutching your belly. It feels so good that you cum within minutes, feeling your lover doing the same, and groan as what can only be a second clutch of eggs are pushed into you, easily fertilized by the cum saturated walls of your womb.

Rubbing at your obscenely big belly, you realize you’re done for the day and start to pack up, making it as far as the car before your lover starts to push down, wanting to come out. In a sudden decision, you get in the back seat instead and lay on your back, reaching around to slide your fingers into your still wet hole and push him back in, letting him get a bit further each time until he gets the message and starts to fuck you again, this time alot more vigorously as though impatient and maybe a little angry.

It might be the best fuck you’ve ever had.

3.  Imagine giving birth to a live writhing squid/octopus.

Written by @pregnancyismykink :)

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Haley lay in bed panting, her swollen stomach constantly taut and stretched full by the large squid baby inside of her.

She’d been a volunteer with the aquarium, and they needed to save this particular species of giant squid because it is extremely endangered. So here she is, fully 6 weeks pregnant with the enhanced squid. Squids usually give birth to large amounts of unviable eggs, but the doctors found a way to speed up the process and to allow Haley to carry a full sized squid instead.

He knelt behind her without a word. Rough hands gripped her hips, thumbs spreading her open wider, and then the blunt, scorching head of his cock was there—thick, leaking, pressing insistently against her slick entrance. He didn’t ease in. He drove forward in one long, claiming thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out into the towel, the sudden fullness splitting her open in the best way, her walls fluttering helplessly around his girth as he started fucking her hard and deep.

Every stroke slapped wetly against her clit. His balls smacked her swollen folds. She pushed back greedily, moaning brokenly, chasing the brutal rhythm. Then—impossibly, instantly—heat exploded low in her belly. Her womb clenched violently around him as her abdomen surged outward beneath her, ballooning in violent, rippling waves. Skin stretched drum-tight over a sudden, enormous pregnant dome. Her breasts swelled against the towel, nipples darkening and leaking warm milk in thin streams. In heartbeats she was massively, undeniably nine months pregnant, belly so low and heavy it pinned her pelvis to the sand even as he kept pounding into her from behind.

She came screaming around his cock, the orgasm ripping through her changed body like wildfire. He groaned, hips stuttering, and flooded her with thick, hot spurts—then pulled out abruptly, leaving her gaping and dripping.

But he didn’t walk away.

He shifted to straddle her thighs, planting both hands on the taut, straining curve of her belly. Then he pushed—hard. Palms sinking deep into the firm, overfull flesh, compressing her uterus with deliberate, punishing pressure. She gasped, the air punched out of her lungs as the baby dropped lower instantly. Contractions slammed into her like breakers, one on top of the next. She sobbed, hips jerking, the crushing weight of his hands forcing everything downward.

He leaned over her back, hot mouth finding the side of her neck. His tongue dragged slow, wet stripes up the sensitive skin, tasting salt and sweat while his hands never stopped moving—rubbing firm, relentless circles over the massive swell of her belly, kneading the tight skin, pressing and stroking in hypnotic loops. Every circle sent fresh pressure bearing down. She writhed under him, panting, moaning, the constant motion of his palms turning the ache into something obscene and electric.

Hours melted away under the rising moon. The contractions grew savage, endless. Finally the burn settled between her thighs—low, fierce, undeniable. She reached back with shaking hands, spreading herself wide. Her pussy lips were already parted obscenely, stretched thin and red around the dark, glistening crown of the baby’s head.

He shifted again, sliding one hand down from her belly to cup her mound. His fingers found her clit—swollen, throbbing, hypersensitive—and started rubbing fast, slick circles, matching the rhythm he’d kept on her belly all this time. His other hand stayed pressed to the upper curve of her stomach, still rubbing slow, possessive loops while his tongue continued laving her neck in hot, open-mouthed strokes.

“Push,” he growled against her skin, voice rough with hunger.

She bore down with a raw, guttural scream. The head surged forward—crowning fully now, a thick, unyielding bulge stretching her entrance into a wide, quivering ring of fire. His fingers never slowed on her clit, rubbing faster, harder, slick with her arousal and the slick fluids of birth. The pleasure-pain collision made her shake violently, hips bucking as another contraction forced the head out another inch—half-born, glistening, stretching her to the absolute limit while he licked slow stripes up her throat and kept circling her belly and clit without pause.

She was crowning hard, helpless, split open and coming apart under his hands and mouth, the baby’s head bulging obscenely between her trembling thighs as the next push built inside her like a storm about to break.

The moon hung low and heavy over the empty beach, silver light spilling across her sweat-slicked skin as the contractions became merciless. She was beyond words now—only raw, guttural sounds tearing from her throat with every wave that crushed through her core. Her Tinder date stayed glued to her back, one arm banded around her ribs, the other hand never leaving the taut, straining dome of her belly. His palm rubbed slow, relentless circles over the stretched skin, pressing just hard enough to keep the baby locked low, forcing it downward with every rotation.

His tongue was still on her neck—hot, wet drags that turned into sharp bites when another contraction peaked. He growled low against her pulse point, “Push harder. Let me feel it stretch you.”

She obeyed without thought. Legs trembling, she bore down with everything she had.

The burn between her thighs became apocalyptic.

Her pussy lips were already pulled paper-thin around the massive crown, but now the head surged forward in one brutal, unrelenting inch after another. The ring of muscle stretched impossibly wider—thicker than her widest toy, thicker than anything she’d ever taken—until it felt like her entire pelvis was splitting apart. The baby’s skull pressed outward in a slow, obscene bulge, the scalp dark and matted with her fluids, stretching her entrance into a wide, quivering O that trembled violently with the effort. Every tiny millimeter forward felt like fire and tearing; the pressure was so intense her vision whited out at the edges, thighs shaking uncontrollably, toes curling into the sand.

She screamed—long, broken, animal—hips jerking forward and back as if her body couldn’t decide whether to flee or force the head out faster. The crowning held at its widest point now, the thickest part of the skull locked behind her pubic bone, refusing to slip past the burning rim no matter how hard she pushed. Her entrance fluttered and spasmed around it, muscles clenching and releasing in frantic waves, the slick, glistening flesh stretched to translucence. She could feel every ridge of the baby’s head, every contour grinding against her raw inner walls.

He didn’t let up.

His fingers stayed glued to her clit—swollen to twice its normal size, hypersensitive, throbbing in time with her heartbeat. He rubbed fast, merciless circles, the pad of his middle finger pressing down hard and flicking side to side while his thumb kept the hood peeled back. The pleasure slammed into the pain like a collision, turning the agony into something blinding and electric. She sobbed, hips bucking wildly, torn between the stretch that felt like it would rip her in half and the orgasm building so violently it threatened to shatter her.

His other hand pressed harder into her belly—fingers splaying wide, kneading deep circles that forced the contraction to peak even higher. “Again,” he rasped against her ear, teeth grazing the lobe. “Give it to me. Stretch wider.”

She pushed with a guttural roar that echoed over the waves.

The head advanced another torturous fraction—then another—until the widest diameter was finally cresting. Her pussy gaped obscenely around it, lips pulled back so far they were almost white, the dark crown bulging outward in a perfect, glistening dome that pulsed with her heartbeat. Fluids poured from her in thick rivulets, soaking the towel and sand beneath her. The ring of fire consumed everything—burning, stinging, splitting—while her clit throbbed under his ruthless fingers and her belly contracted so hard she thought her spine would snap.

You can feel it coming with every harder contraction. It is an extremely tight fit but it is forcing its way through you. You are pushing against it with all your might. Your trembling body accompanies your yowling cries as the need to bear down completely consumes you.

The three doctors are amazed at your strength.

THE HEAD IS ENORMOUS.

You have wanted a natural delivery despite the size of the infant struggling between your tight opening.

"I am pushing! I can feel it! I can't stop it. The urge is too much! Pushing out this huge baby right now!"

You wanted a natural pushing birth but with medical attention watching you every painful effort. Witnessing the intensity of forcing one gigantic crown through your narrow entrance.

Incredibly hard pangs!

Long bearing efforts!

Yelling, screaming, sweating, wild vibrating!

The hot lamps are shining brightly between your damp thighs. The doctors are dressed in dark scrubs and white masks.

Your dream birthing plan!

""It is so big! I am still pushing. I feel so dizzy and exhausted but the painful pressure won't stop. Must push again! Push it until it ends! Pushing! Come on! Move out of me! Must get it moving!"

Pushing!

Crying out!

Yelling!

Grunting wildly!

Loud long powerful roaring!

You can feel the sudden shift. The powerful intensity is exploding. It is thrusting forward. You can't stop it. You can't stop pushing it. It is coming without stopping now.

Imagine you didn’t know you were pregnant when you went into labor. Your light symptoms had easily been explained away by other conclusions, like your already-irregular cycle, and you hadn’t gotten very big. Your stomach had pouched out into a small, firm slope as if you were bloated, something you’d attributed to a newly increased appetite.

You haven’t had much morning sickness over the course of your pregnancy, but today you woke up ill. Since your cycles are so irregular you’d figured it must be time for another painful period, and if that wasn’t enough you also feel… Heavy. It’s strange– not quite like you’re constipated, but like there’s a softball weighing down on your pelvis, giving you occasional cervical cramps.

After a few hours of rolling around in bed, you get up to go eat, unable to wait much longer. You pour yourself a bowl of cereal and sit on the couch, vaguely aware of your tense abdominal muscles, and try to relax. Midway through your bowl, you have to put it down and breathe, clenching your fingers on your couch’s cushions as a cramp shoots up through you. It feels like that softball of pressure is being pressed down inside of you, and that pressure comes with a rather long cramp. The cramp eventually leaves, but the pressure doesn’t, prompting you to hurry to the bathroom.