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her laying my head on her chest as she's playing with my body because the pleasure is too much. "relax baby, mommy's got you. Focus on me"

her reminding me of our safe word when we've had a particularly strenuous scene "How you feeling hun? you can always say the word if you want mommy to stop okay? i won't be mad"

wiping away my tears when i'm completely dazed from my third orgasm "you did so well sweetheart, mommy is so incredibly proud of you. You look absolutely divine like this"

"C'mon, you can give me little pushes, right? Just liiittle pushes, like this- ah, ah, ah. Yeah, just like that, there we go."

"Shh, shh... It hurts, I know. But you're screaming a lot already, and you're not even crowning."

"Keep going, small pushes, ease the head out."

"It's coming out so slowly, I know. But you need to be gentle, you'll tear if you're not careful..."

"Look at that, now you're crowning! Reach down and feel how big the head is. You'll need to rest, let your body adjust."

"No, don't push- *stop* pushing, let yourself stretch... Pant like this, huff huff huff... Pant it out..."

"I know, it's so much pressure... you're still going? You need to push that bad, hm?"

"See? There's something to scream about... I said you were going to tear, and you didn't listen to me."

"But look, the head is out... I know, that hurt a lot, didn't it?"

Overstimulated

A Valiantremnant original

Pre story notes: So this story is going to touch on some themes that have some personal meaning. I'd like to start with this; I know that this isn't how autism is for everyone. I get that, and I also get that I cannot cover it's entirety with a single character. It's a spectrum. And while I myself have never given birth, I can say that this is probably how I would react if I were put into this exact situation. If anything, Gwen is probably the character that is closest character to myself that I've ever written.

CW/Ingredients List - Just labor, birth will be in part 2

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Gwen could barely see in the room she was in. She didn't have to in order to know where everything was, the safe way through her own bedroom, and normally, she wouldn't use so much as a flashlight to get through it. But her friend, Lily, wasn't so used to the exact pattern of her room, and had to use her phone's light to avoid tripping. Her midwife, Monica, was even worse off, needing it constantly to move around. Gwen tried to keep calm about it, but every time she almost got into a pattern where she could handle the steadily accelerating contractions, Monica would turn on the flashlight and ruin Gwen's rhythm. "Mmmmmmm turn it off…" Gwen moaned as Monica turned it on again to find something. "Sorry Gwen," Monica apologized as she found what she was looking for and shut the offending beam off. Gwen closed her eyes and tried to recenter herself, only to feel her body torn by the contraction that had snuck up on her while she was distracted. "OH! OW owowowowwwwwwww…. AH!"

Gwen was autistic. Learning that she was pregnant had been one of the hardest days of her life, the two lines on that test telling her that her perfectly ordered world was about to change. She'd been ready to go and make the appointment to end the pregnancy when she realized that despite the upending of her life, she wanted this. She wanted to be a mother. Balancing pregnancy with her autism was a challenge, the shifts in her routine, needing to rearrange her room to make room for a cradle and having cravings for foods she normally couldn't stand. But by far, the worst thing was the visits to the doctor. Sitting in a waiting room with dozens of other strangers, then being escorted by a nurse she didn't know to a doctor who would poke and prod at her without warning.

It had been bad enough that she had decided to do a homebirth, an environment that she was familiar with, an environment that she felt safe in, and most importantly, an environment that SHE controlled. She'd wanted to do a freebirth, just her alone, but Lily, her best friend and protector since high school had talked her out of that idea. It had taken a while to find a midwife that she liked, but Gwen had finally settled on Monica, and had been meeting with her since she was five months along, getting used to her presence, her voice, and her bedside manner. Monica was the perfect midwife, picking up on Gwen's issues with touch and control, and had adjusted her style of care accordingly. Instead of going in and having a nurse simply start palpating her belly and running a tape measure on it, Monica would ask her if she could measure her belly. Instead of just squirting lube onto her for an ultrasound, Monica would ask her and warn her that it might be a bit chilly. It never was, Monica always kept it warm enough to keep Gwen at ease. Even when labor had finally had started, Gwen had felt calm enough to call Lily and Monica so that they could help out.

Now Gwen was laying on her back on her bed as Monica got ready to listen to the baby. She figured most mothers found the noise soothing, but the horrid screeching warbles of the doppler made her want to tear her hair out, so Gwen had gotten ready by getting her headphones, the dull orange light blinking on them the brightest thing she could see. Lily tapped the back of Gwen's hand twice, a signal they had agreed on so that Gwen would be ready for the check. Gwen nodded, but still flinched slightly at the sensation of the probe prodding her belly. She wasn't having a contraction, but her belly was aching from the constant contractions. She'd been having them for weeks now, but they had been erratic, and their strength was inconsistent. She'd called Monica more than once only to learn that she wasn't in labor yet. Lily had done her best to remind her that the baby would come when it was ready to come out, but at forty-one weeks, the clock had been ticking. Monica had told Gwen that she wasn't allowed to help her with a home birth past forty-two weeks, and Gwen had made it under the cut by just two days. So by now, with all of the contractions she'd had, her belly was sore and tender to the touch, even between contractions.

Gwen felt a light tap on her headphones, and she slipped one of the speakers off of her head and groaned tiredly. "Ok, Gwen, I'm gonna need to check your belly a bit more here. I had a lot of trouble finding baby and-" "What?" Gwen asked, her heart feeling pained with how hard it beat in her panic. "No, no, no, I found it, but not where I expected to find baby. The heartbeat is good, I just need to see where baby is." Gwen nodded, but stiffened right after, "Ok just one second…. oh my gooooooood….. Ow ow ow owowowowowwwww! Ahhh, holy shit!" Her own voice was loud enough the Gwen had to take a hand off of her belly to replace the headphones to make it through. She'd tried going without them, but it had only taken a couple of contractions before she starting getting what she called 'noise claustrophobia.' It would feel like every noise in the room was piling into her head and refusing to leave. So now she drowned it out with a calming ambience of low strings with waves crashing in the background. Closing her eyes, she listened to the most relaxing music Black Sails had to offer and rubbed her belly through the contraction.

This contraction went a long time, and Gwen could fell rather than hear her own voice level off into a prolonged moan. She'd tried taking a birthing class, but had to stop. Not only was interacting with that many people on a regular basis draining, but acting out the exaggerated breathing and practice moaning had felt embarrassing. She knew that they were going to happen, but surrounded by people all doing the same thing had felt so bad that she'd stopped going. It didn't help that the woman running the class kept calling contractions 'waves' or 'surges'. Gwen wanted to call them what they were; contractions. When the contraction was over, Gwen laid still for a moment, catching her breath before she shifted her headphones again and nodded for Monica to begin. "Ok, I'm just going to feel…" Gwen gasped and tried not to tense up too much as Monica began to palpate her belly, pressing and feeling around the taut dome that had dominated her midsection for 9 months now. "Sorry Gwen, I'm being as gentle as I can…" Gwen nodded and gasped again as Monica pressed a bit harder until she could feel the baby through her belly. "Ah! Ah, please hurry!" "Ok," Monica said, pulling her hand back and sliding off of the bed, "Ok Gwen, I'm going to go grab something from my car, I'll be right back." "Is everything ok?" Gwen asked, a small trill of panic edging into her voice again. "I'm sure everything is great," Monica said, coming forward to kneel by Gwen's head, "But, and it's not your fault, but you're moving a bit too much for me to feel what's going on. I'm just going to grab my ultrasound." Gwen nodded, relaxing. Monica had a wireless ultrasound probe that connected to her phone, letting her show Gwen what was going on inside her from the comfort of her own home. At least the device wasn't as bad to listen to as the doppler. Lily grabbed Gwen's water bottle and swished it, feeling that it was a bit low. "Do you want me to refill this Gwen?" Gwen shook her head, "Not right now. Wait until Monica gets backkkkkkkhhhhhh Oh GOD!" Gwen hurriedly slapped her headphones back into place as she felt another contraction taking her breath away. Her lungs had been mostly empty when the contraction started, robbing her ability to let loose during the contraction, leaving her with a dull throbbing behind her ribs as she tried to keep groaning without any wind behind it. Finally, she had to inhale, and even through the headphones, she could slightly hear the ragged, pained inhalation as she began to cry her way through the contraction, her belly hitching as she did, the movement making the contraction feel all the worse.

Monica returned after the last contraction had finished, and the next was just starting. "Hoooooo…. Ow!" Gwen moaned as she curled around her belly. Once the contraction had begun, Gwen found the very idea of moving revolting. She trembled, locked in place as the contraction gripped her, trying to dilate her cervix. It took it's time releasing her, but when it did, Gwen stayed locked in the curled up position, panting. She felt the double tap on the back of her hand, but didn't respond right away. Gwen knew that labor would be tough, dealing with her own body acting up, getting covered in her own fluids, but she had no idea how mentally exhausting it would be. When she felt ready, she nodded and slipped the headphones back off. "Gwen? Can I check you again?" Gwen nodded, and spoke, "Lily, you can refill it now." Monica chuckled, "Lily left to get that as soon as I got back." Gwen nodded again, still not opening her eyes, "Ok. You can check." Monica warned her, and put a quick squirt of lube on her belly and began moving the ultrasound wand around.

Lily returned with the refilled bottle to see Monica running the ultrasound wand over Gwen's belly. Even though this is what Gwen wanted, she could feel her heart tearing as she watched her friend suffer. In a hospital, she could have gotten pain relief, or at least Lily would have been able to help get her what she needed, but here? All she could do was try to make her friend as comfortable as possible. And with the contractions getting closer and closer together, comfort was swiftly becoming a fading dream. "Hmm," She heard Monica hum as she moved the wand around. "What is it?" Lily asked as she came up behind the midwife. Monica glanced at Gwen and then turned to Lily. "The baby is breech." Lily blinked. She had read up on birth the day Gwen asked her to be here for her, and knew a bit about breech births. "But she can still deliver, right?" Monica shook her head, "That isn't the problem. From what I can tell, the baby is frank breech, which, all things considered, is probably the easiest version of breech to deal with." "So what is the problem?" Monica hung her head, "I'm not allowed to deliver the baby." "WHAT?" Lily hissed, glancing at Gwen as she flinched, and moaned for quiet. "What?" She repeated a bit quieter. "By law, since I know that the baby is breech, I have to recommend a transfer. I can't deliver this baby now, or I will loose my license." "Why?" Lily demanded, feeling fury mounting. Monica shook her head, "Another midwife messed up a breech birth a couple years back. It was… it was bad. Both mother and baby died. Now if I can confirm a breech birth, I have to recommend a transfer to a hospital." Lily closed her eyes, "Is there anything you can do?" "I could try an ECV, but-" "A what?" Monica huffed at the interruption, "An external cephalic version. It's where I physically move the baby. But I don't think Gwen would be able to cope with that much handling." "I don't-" Monica brought up a video on her phone and showed Lily, who flinched and shook her head, "Yeah, no, that isn't going to happen." "So I'll make some calls, and then we'll get Gwen ready for transfer." Lily looked at Gwen who was just beginning to have another contraction. She wanted nothing more than to hold her hand, but Gwen had made it very clear, she didn't want to be touched as she rode them out. "I don't think she'll cope well in the hospital either." "We don't really have a choice," Monica said, "I can't deliver the baby, and a breech can be too dangerous to do alone." "She isn't alone," Lily retorted. Monica shook her head, "That isn't what I mean. Look, I get it. I'm not trying to be the bad guy, but the best thing for Gwen would be for her to get to the hospital to deliver there." Lily began to slowly nod, understanding where Monica was coming from. She turned to break the news to Gwen, but froze. "You said deliver, right?" "What?" Lily turned back to Monica, "What if we waited? She can still deliver in the hospital, but she could labor here, right?" Monica thought it over, "If… if. Well, it depends on a few things…" "Like?" "How far dilated she is for one." Lily winced. Convincing Gwen to accept that was going to be a challenge. "Let me do the talking."

Gwen almost wanted to change position. Maybe being on her hands and knees would feel better? At least during the contractions. But between them, staying on her side felt nice, and for now at least, she had more time between contractions than she spent contracting. Abandoning the idea of moving too much, she simply shifted, getting an uncomfortable fold of sheet out from underneath her belly and sighing in relief. As she settled back in, she felt the double tap on the back of her hand. "What?" She groaned as she once again interrupted her music. She just wanted everyone to leave her alone. She was getting touched out from the doppler, the ultrasound and the endless tapping. "Gwen, honey, can you look at me?" Lily asked. Gwen cracked an eye open, relieved that it was still dark enough in the room to keep her mind calm. "Gwen, this is going to be… hard to hear, but I need you to hear me, ok?" Gwen felt a small chill of fear, but nodded. "The baby is breech." Gwen felt her eyes widen, and her breath came faster. Breech? No, that meant that the birth got more complicated! She could feel her breath coming faster, but Lily put a heavy hand on top of hers and she felt her whirling thoughts slow down. "Gwen? Did you hear me?" "What? The- breech?" Lily brushed a stray hair out of Gwen's face. Gwen hadn't realized how much that had been bothering her, and she listened as Lily repeated herself. "The problem is Monica thinks it would be safer to deliver in a hospital." "No! I can't-" "Hey hey hey… just deliver. She wants to check you, and see if it would be safe to labor at home for a while before going in." "Ok, with the doppler?" "No." "The ultrasound?" "Gwen, she needs to check your dilation if you want to keep laboring at home."

Gwen could barely think. Checking her dilation? She didn't want that! Her clit had gotten so sensitive the last couple of months that even peeing had triggered her a few times. As much as she enjoyed touching herself, it had gotten to the point where she hadn't been able to masturbate in weeks. It had taken multiple therapy sessions to even work her way into a headspace where she could give birth. But a cervical check? "No, I don't think I can, I can't, I can't! AH! OWWW! AAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHH!" It was too much, all this bad news and on top of it, another contraction. Gwen howled in agony as it felt like it would tear her apart. She didn't know how long the contraction went for, but unable to put the headphones back on, she suffered through it without them. She could hear her voice going into a tuneless keening as she refused. There was too much tightening, too much information, she suddenly couldn't stand the smell of the lubricant on her belly, the slick sensation of it… She was having a meltdown. A small part of her mind recognized that, the rest just shutting down. She was too tired to do much anything else.

After a few minutes, she could hear Lily again. "Gwen? Are you back honey?" Gwen tried. She really did, but the mere thought of speaking was too much. She closed her eyes and felt tears running out of them. She hadn't had a meltdown this bad in years. She hadn't gone non-verbal… since graduating high school. She gave the only response she could, flopping her hand in a weak gesture. A pair of half-hearted slaps on the mattress. Slap slap. Yes. "Oh… can you talk?" A single slap. No. "What's-" Monica began, but she heard Lily shushing the midwife. Gwen flinched at the sharp noise, and heard Lily making soothing sounds as she knelt back down. "Hey… I got you… Gwen?" Slap slap. "Gwen, listen to me. Monica needs to check you to make sure it's safe to keep laboring here, ok? Slap. "Gwen. If she doesn't check, we have to go to the hospital now to make sure the baby is born safe. Monica will be quick and gentle, ok? And if we have enough time, we can stay here until we need to go to the hospital. Does that sound good?" Slap slap. "So she can check you?" Gwen didn't want to answer. She didn't want to be checked. She didn't want to go to a hospital. But… but she could see reality. In all her reading about home births, she knew that since the tragic incident a few years ago, no midwife could do a home breech birth if they knew about the baby's position. She also knew that she didn't want to-couldn't deal with a hospital right at this second. She swallowed and steeled herself. Slap. Slap. Yes. Check me.

Gwen reached out and clutched Lily's hand as Monica pulled on a rubber glove and applied lube to it. The smell it had been giving off during her meltdown was mostly gone, but she could now detect a faint trace of it. "Ok Gwen, I'll do this as gently as I can, ok?" Gwen squeezed Lily's hand twice, and Lily, her friend, protector, and now translator spoke. "She says ok." Monica nodded and reached a hand inside. "HmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Gwen hummed and moaned. It was too much. Her legs trembled and she wanted to slam them together. She could feel every single nerve ending in her crotch as if they were on fire. Her jaw, still locked tight from her meltdown felt sore as she clenched her teeth harder against the sensation. The hand stopped moving forward, paused for a moment, and began withdrawing. That felt worse. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Gwen cried, her lips still glued together, and she reached her free hand down, locking Monica's wrist in her hand. "Gwen, you need to let go. I need to get out before you have another contraction." Gwen shuddered, feeling the hand inside her grate against her as her core shook. That sounded revolting. Her vagina trying to clamp down around a head? She released Monica's wrist and the midwife finished pulling her hand out. Gwen shook and spasmed at the sensation, putting her free hand on her belly and curling up slightly. It wasn't a contraction, it was something else. It was an itch. A need. A… Oh. Oh no. Gwen reached a hand down between her legs and clamped it over her clit. It was throbbing, begging for attention. Gwen delicately put one finger on it and shuddered. That single touch was almost enough. Her eyes leaking tears, she simply pressed a hand to her sensitive womanhood.

"Alright then, Gwen? You're only four centimeters dilated. We can stay here until you get farther along, ok?" "Hmmmmmmmm OkAY! Hmmmmooooowwwwwwww!" "Gwen? Are you ok?" Lily asked. Gwen felt her cheeks heat up. She needed release! But she couldn't with eyes on her… It was embarrassing, and she didn't think she could concentrate. "Too… much… Need… Hnnnnnrrrrgggg." Gwen felt her legs spasm close and she shuddered. "Gwen?" "Gotta…. Get… Got out!" "Ok, let's get you up-" Monica began, but Gwen cut her off. "No. You! Get out. I need-hnnngg!" She clamped her other hand at her crotch. She had to touch herself. She could feel her legs shifting as if she were doing the potty dance. She had to get them out! "Do you need to push?" Lily asked? "No… privacy!" Gwen panted, and Lily's eyes widened. "Oh… Um… Monica?" Lily gestured for Monica to follow her, and Lily guided her out the door, closing it behind her. Gwen sighed and removed her hand, a finger dipping inside herself instantly. It had been so long. She pulled the finger out, slick with fluid and began to rub at herself. The circles she rubbed out were frantic, fast paced and erratic, her moaning a matching soundtrack. "Hnnng… oh god…" Gwen stopped the circles, feeling wet enough and cupped her hand over her pussy and dipped her fingers back in, flexing them as if digging. She thighs quivered and she bit her lip as her hips bucked from the overwhelming sensation. Her other hand alternated between rubbing her belly and trying to grab at one of her breasts. And with one, slightly deeper flex, her entire body arched like a bow as she felt the orgasm flood her system. "Oh goooooddddd…. Oooooohhhh…. OH! OH GOD! OH YES!" She screamed, the scream becoming a groan as, unlike the rest of her body, relaxing in little fitful spasms, her belly throbbed, tightening in another contraction. Gwen struggled her way through the painful consequences of her impromptu masturbation, but sighed in relief when she could fully relax. She heard a light knock on the door a few moments later. "Gwen? Can we come back in?" "Hmmmmmyeah…" Gwen sighed, feeling more relaxed now. Monica and Lily returned, Lily coming to Gwen's side and giving her a hug. Monica looked slightly embarrassed, but Lily had… well, she hadn't seen this before, but she knew that Gwen would do this to help sooth a particularly bad meltdown. And while she hadn't had one this bad in years, she had stood guard for her before when this had happened. "S-sorry," Gwen said, her system still flooded with endorphins. "No, it's ok, you do what your body needs, ok Gwen?" Monica replied, pulling the glove off of her hand from her check and throwing it away.

On one hand, Gwen's labor felt like it went more smoothly. On the other, she labored under the knowledge that eventually, she would be told that she had to get dressed for a drive to the hospital. After her meltdown, recovery and the orgasm she'd had, her contractions had gotten a slight hiccup to them, coming irregularly for a few minutes, but they soon reasserted themselves, coming, if anything, faster and lasting longer. Soon, she could no longer bear being in bed and got her self upright. Her back protested loudly as the weight of her belly hung itself off of her back once again, and she had to bend over, leaning over the side of her bed, burying her face in the mattress as she groaned, swaying her hips back and forth as she began to feel pressure building deep in her pelvis. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh," Gwen moaned as she moved her hips in a steady rhythm to ease the barrage of sensations. She had to maintain her flow, the few times she'd interrupted it to get a drink or scratch at an itch, she'd nearly lost control again, only managing to hold onto herself by moaning louder. Without a clock, Gwen never had a good perception of time, but she didn't even want to look at one to see how long she'd been laboring for since she'd been told that she would have to change everything. The longer she put it off, the better she might feel about it. And if she didn't look, some part of her irrationally reasoned, she wouldn't have to go. "Oooooooohhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn," She moaned again, the consistent sound trailing off into a deeper, more guttural effort as she felt something shift. "Gwen?" She heard Monica ask, "Are you ok?" "Shut uuuupp," She whimpered. She had just felt a new sensation. For just a brief instant in that last contraction, she had felt something else. Not just pressure, but an flutter of a sensation of what to do about it. The tiniest urge to push. It frightened her. She knew that if she was checked, she'd have to go in. That she'd be ripped from her warm, dark, comfortable- "Gwen," Lily murmured by her ear, and Gwen began to cry. "No…. I-I… I don't want to go…" "Gwen, what is it honey?" Lily asked, gingerly laying a hand on Gwen's shoulder. Gwen flinched at the contact, but after a moment leaned over and held onto Lily. "I… I felt…" Her sobs were hiccupping now, and she could barely get the words out. "Gwen," Monica asked softly, "Did you just feel an urge to push?" Gwen couldn't speak anymore, and simply nodded.

Monica hummed as she rustled in her bag, "Ok… I know you don't like it, but… I think we need to check you out. I want to make sure we leave early enough that the trip to the hospital isn't too bad, ok? Can I check you." Gwen nodded again, and with Lily's help, miserably crawled onto the bed and laid there, sobbing as the rubbed her belly. She'd stimmed by tapping complex rhythms and rubbing soothing patterns on the bump for months now, and she was going to miss the taut surface she'd grown accustomed to. She did the tapping now, flicking her fingers in a soothing beat as she let her legs flop open for Monica. She still tensed up, as Lily tapped the back of her hand, and couldn't stop herself from crying out as she felt the lubed up fingers press into her. "Ok… Gwen. You're at about… I'd say seven centimeters now. I think we should get going." Gwen didn't want to. She wanted to stay here. She wanted to be in a calm, quiet place where she could control what happened. But she knew why she couldn't. Gulping back her sobs, she nodded, "Ok."

*WARNING: Fetish content*

Featuring:

Tmpreg

Unnamed setting and time

Hard and intense birth of BIG baby

Stuck crowning

Partner's POV

I am back he he. I just wanted to write something intense, with lots of effort. Not a lot of plot or details on the time period, but it's not important. The characters in this aren't part of any specific story. Baby is 11 and a half pounds. Whew.

Small warning, though I don't know how badly it needs one: Tiny bit of scat, though no actual.. shit occurs.

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It's tipping over to the third hour of Aldo trying to push this baby out, and he is sparing no strength at all. They all knew the baby would be big, and Henry knows the strength of his love. Three hours of pushing as hard as he possibly can means he’s made a lot of progress. But the head has been crowning and bobbing out for an hour, and the town’s midwife is growing concerned. Aldo obviously knows this. He can feel it. Henry watches, rapt, as Aldo's tight back muscles flex as he grips the headboard and the hanging scarf and gives huuuge shove after shove, grunting deep and strong now.

"HUUUUUURRRRRRRRUH!........ HHUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRR…NGUUH!"

"If the head is stuck, I have to intervene," the midwife says delicately. "Henry."

"I know," he says, without looking away from Aldo’s small and skinny frame. He leans close to his head, whispering to him and rubbing his lower back. "You can do this, my love, I'm right here with you. Big push now, use all of your strength for them. Push, love, good, just like that. Don't worry about anything else. You just push push push."

Aldo grunts like concrete shifting, and that's really what it's like trying to move the head just a tiny bit more. Aldo holds his breath and strains, flexing his bottom tight and down, popping his narrow hips. He shakes so, so hard as he pushes, his bottom muscles flexing and jutting out beneath shining sweaty skin as he trembles, opening up. With his hand on the baby’s head, Henry can feel it coming down, down, slowly and with SO much effort.

Aldo holds down so hard and long until he's shaking hard enough to wobble the bed. Then his air explodes from his lips and Henry feels the baby's head jump back in. It's really Aldo's tissue that has it in a vice grip. With each push, his tissue drops down, still keeping tight around the baby's head, then when he lets his power go, his tissue bounces back. Winding his wrist around the hanging scarf again, Aldo sucks in a loud gasp...

And Henry watches how incredibly strong and beautiful his love is. He watches Aldo's back and how his bottom muscles flex and jut down, shining in the lamplight, pools of sweat gathering in the long strong dip of his spine. He flushes red all the way from the back of his neck, exposed by his parted drenched black hair, down to his waist. Henry keeps his hand very gently below their child's head, and he feels Aldo's strength working. It's trembling down, so so tight, fighting against Aldo's body.

"That's it Aldo, c'mon," he whispers. "You have the strength for this, you're SO close."

Imagine you're deep in labor with your enormous, oversized, posterior baby.

"A word, sir," your doctor gestured to me, "are you aware this baby is over 20lbs? We'll prep the theater for C-section immediately-"

"No." I cut the doctor off coldly.

"But-"

"This baby WILL be born naturally." I demand. You let out a shrill scream as a new contraction started, and that was enough to end the conversation.

I rush to your side and push your sweaty hair out of your face, "please baby, breathe through the pain. I know you can do this." I lean in and whisper sweetly as you pull back your knees and continue to grunt and scream through labor.

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"Push baby, PUSH!"

"RRREEEAAAAAAARRRGGHHH!!"

I'm standing at the foot of the bed holding both your legs as far apart as they'll go. It's been a few contractions since I last saw the doctor, so I took over in the meantime.

You gasp for air, and I shout at you, "PUSH NOW!" I don't remember telling you to take a breath? How dare you disobey me. I push your legs further back as punishment, and you howl in pain.

"MMPHAAAAAAHHHHFFGGGG! PLEEAAASE, MAKE IT STOOOPP!!

"I can't even see the head yet, baby. This is no time to take a break. You have to keep pushing." I command.

Suddenly, the doctor is next to me...holding forceps.

"That's it, keep the legs nice and open, and I'll use these to get that stubborn baby out!" The doctor pushed the large set of forceps into your tight hole.

"NOONOONNONOOOOOOAAAHHHHHKK!"

You thrash and scream in protest, but there's no option left. In a few short moments, this baby is going to get yanked out of your tender hole whether you want it to or not.

The doctor takes a moment to lock the forceps in place around the 20+lbs baby's head, and I take the opportunity to get your attention, "shhhsshhhshh baby, it's alright. Look at me."

Your eyes lazily roll around the room until they find mine, "please," you moan, "comfort me...?"

How could I ignore such a request? I move around the bed until I'm beside your head, and I wrap my strong arms around you, "I've got you now baby. You can do this! Feel another contraction coming? Okay deeep breath for me...aaaand....PUSH!"

The doctor yanked on the forceps, and you let out a shrill scream. Several nurses rushed in to help the doctor pull as you pushed. I let go of your shaking body only for a moment to catch a glimpse of the massive head. I watched your hole tear open as the largest part of the head ripped through you.