Been thinking about some births where the contractions pause for a few minutes after the head is out. They have his hand on their lower belly to feel his baby moving through them and they must feel intensely full of baby. Maybe they change positions to encourage gravity. Just the pause. The pressure. The full cunt.
yes, anon. yessss. such a good thought.
the head is out, just dangling between their spread thighs in the most obscene way, but they become overwhelmed and panicked by the sheer weight of the rest of the baby grinding through their pelvis. their poor, battered cunt is swollen and red and hot to the touch when their partner reaches down between their legs to provide support to their perineum as they announce that they're ready to push again, that they need to push again, words trailing off into a raspy groan as they draw their legs back and bear down.
"just so. fucking... big," they grunt, crying out in response to the sensation of the baby moving inside of them. despite their efforts, the head stays firmly stuck born to their chin, and no matter how hard they push, they can't spread their legs any wider, and theres absolutely no room for the massive shoulders to pass through to start to emerge. "think its... hnng, think its stuck." they suck in a deep breath, slightly dizzy from the exertion behind their pushes.
"yeah?" their partner kisses the top of their head, feeling around along the underside of the swell of their belly to try to get a feel for the position of the baby. "okay," he says in a soft voice as he finds the ridge of their pelvic bone, feeling the next mounting contraction as his partner's belly grows tighter and tighter around their womb. "okay, baby, we can do this, alright? im going to lift along here, see if we cant get that shoulder free, yeah?"
"no," they gasp, frantically shaking their head. the baby shifts again, movements so small and slight that they'd make no impression at all if it wasn't wedged inside their cunt with nowhere to go, and they breathe out a sob as they're forced to give into their urge to push. their thighs tremble and quiver with effort, sweat pouring down their chest and the gravid swell of their belly. "so... full. mmm, get it out of me! please get it out."
"ive got you, baby. ive got you. you just push, okay? use all of that pressure and bear down. oh, see, that's it. there you go. breathe and go again, dont let that contraction go to waste." as they push, he works desperately to manipulate their belly, but the shoulder remains stuck. his partner's energy is clearly waning, and after two more contractions and several solid, deep pushes, he knows they need to change something. quickly. "we need to move, baby. get you on your hands and knees, okay? can you work with me?"
they moan weakly, dropping their head back against the pillows stacked behind them. "it's just too big," they whine. "I-I cant do it." 13 to 14 pounds, the midwife had guessed. it felt more like 20. their vagina was spread wider than it ever had been, full and bulging with nothing but baby.
"stop," he says firmly, cradling their face between his hands. "you're going to roll over, and i'm going to help you. put your arm around my neck. lean on me." sensing their hesitation, he drops his voice into something more dominant. commanding. its the only way to get through to them now, he knows. "now."
"o-okay," they whisper. their voice is weak and their grip even weaker, clearly pushed to their limit after such a long labor and crowning stage. but as soon as their knees hit the mattress, a loud cry of shock rips from their throat, and they immediately tuck their chin to their chest and shift their weight so he holds the brunt of it, bearing down hard. the shoulder had cleared their pubic bone and slid straight through the loosened tissue of their cervix, coming to a halt right behind the enterance to their gaping hole. "fuck, it dropped! shoulders are comingggg."
he slowly eases them onto their side and pulls their leg back, peering over their shrinking belly as the knob of the top of the first shoulder begins to spread their cunt. "god, you're doing so well, baby," he assures them, watching in awe as they grit their teeth and strain, face streaked with tears and sweat. "its working itself down, yeah? that sweet little slit of yours is really open now, baby. so open. can you keep pushing for me? just like- yessss, just like that. oh, thats it. here it comes, it's coming!"
"I know," they snap, pausing to take one short breath before bearing down again. their perineum bulges and they howl as they take hold of their other leg and pull themselves as open as they can. "mmm, im gonna tear. its gonna rip me apart!"
"it's not, love. its not, alright? thats just the shoulder coming free. I know it burns, especially pressed up against that pretty clit of yours, im sure. but you're doing it. breathe, baby. just keep breathing." he leans further over, eyes shining with pride. "shoulders are out! oh my god, baby. one more push and they'll be here. come on. you can do it."
they inhale shakily, lips of their cunt spasming around the torso of the half born infant. "o-one more?"
"just one more! take another breath, honey. ive got them. they arent going anywhere. are you ready? yeah? okay, gentle this time. are you getting a contraction? no- oh, you are? okay, honey. okay. breathe for me and... push!"
