—lavemia ♡🥀

In the dimly lit room in their apartment, Adam sat in front of his wife Sarah's bulging pussy, one of his hand in his vagina and the other one on her belly. The air was heavy with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of their first child.

As the contractions intensified, Sarah's grip on the bed tightened, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Adam's heart raced with excitement.

He was overcome with an overwhelming wave of excitement as his wife brought their child into the world. She surrendered to each crest of agony as it washed over her.

Then came the moment they had been waiting for. Sarah's body tensed as she felt the unmistakable sensation of the baby crowning.Sarah's cries filled the air.

Adam's heart raced with excitement at the mere thought, yet he found himself unable to confess the emotions bubbling within him. He struggled to articulate his emotions in this moment, consumed by a sense of shame.

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I didn’t ask to end up like this. Bloated and fat with some drunk bastard’s kid in me.

I didn’t ask to get pinned against the bar I work at and fucked all god damned night. Of course the idiot shot his load inside me too. When this bastard’s kid started showing, I lost my job at the bar. I’m practically homeless now, all I’ve got left to sell is my body. I fuck men all goddamn night for chump change while this brat inside me continues to ruin my life. The kind of men that hire me are into some depraved shit, but who am I to judge? I kinda get off on it too. I got a gun for sole insurance, these guys treat girls like me rough. I guess my luck hasn’t entirely run out, one night while working I find him. This brat’s dad hired me for the night, he doesn’t even recognize me. I ride him for most of the night until he fucks me so rough that my water breaks.

I can’t have this cowardly little fuck running away from me, he’s gonna sit his ass down and watch what he did to me. It’s surprisingly easy to tie someone down at gunpoint.

God fucking dammit this hurts. This brat has been forcing its way out of me for hours now. I’ve got the hotel room all to myself and the kid’s father as a scream and grunt through these fucking contractions. The kid’s father is a sobbing mess, I guess cause I keep putting the gun in his mouth. He’s actually kind of cute tied to that chair. I’m getting goddamn blood and birthing fluids all over the place, it hurts so damn much I keep doubling over in pain. I’ll drop this kid in its dad’s lap, maybe that way he’ll take some fucking responsibility.

Something is seriously wrong with me. I started crowning and it was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life, but I couldn’t stop coming. I came all over the kid’s dad and him watching me while squirming in his restraints made my orgasm even harder. I can feel the kid splitting me in two, moving through my body like a lead weight. I see the kid’s dad’s eyes go wide so I guess the head is out at least. I’m so happy to finally get this fucker back for what he did to me. Maybe I’ll put a bullet in his brain after this and be done with it.

It’s been like two days now and I finally scream the kid’s body out of my pussy. Blood and fluid everywhere. I made sure to give birth directly on this guy’s chest, he can get an up close view to what he did to me. The kid and the dad both are squirming and crying. The sweat across my body makes me feel cold, I can almost feel the umbilical cord dangling as I stand over my baby daddy. He looks so pathetic tied to that chair. I want to put a bullet in his brain but something comes over me. He’s so cute tied to that chair, he’s panicking and crying with his own newborn son on his chest. I can’t look away from them both. I think I’m in love.

I’ll keep the kid and his dad. They’ll be my men from now on. Maybe I’ll even let this guy knock me up again.

They’d been kept in this disgusting, abandoned factory for days before anyone came for them. They lay on filthy mattresses chained to the floor. Each had been stripped down to nothing, humiliated and treated like cattle as they were prepared for their new lives. Nothing about their old lives mattered anymore, they’d never go back to their jobs or their families. They belonged to their new owners now. The men who bought them.

They’d need to be broken in first so that whatever hope of defiance or escape they have will be gone. they need to stay obedient. It’s a long process, the same men who took them and kept them here will fuck them in groups of two or three. Rough sex for days on end is used to break their spirits and everything is filmed to be sold online. They’re also forced to watch each other get raped. Sometimes they’re even forced to join in.

Some girls take to their new lives faster than others. They suck what they’re told to and fuck whoever fucks them. They’re easy to break and make perfect pets for their future owners.

This redhead however, was defiant to the end. I think it’s the motherly instinct, we should have picked her up either much sooner or after the brat was born. Daily gang bangs wear her down but all she’s concerned about is protecting the brat. She still has that bad attitude.

The other two girls have begun to accept their new lot in life, but red here continues to fight with everything she’s got. That’s fine, my boys are more than happy to keep her here a bit longer. The man who bought her doesn’t want the kid, so we’ll fuck her until she’s ready to give birth.

It doesn’t take more than a day or two of some rough sex to break her water. She was so close to giving birth anyway. It takes all damn day and her voice goes horse from screaming. We pass the time fucking her and making the other girls watch her give birth. She refuses to push for a long time, some kind of delusion that she could hold it in long enough for help to arrive. Once she’s crowning, the reality of her situation hits her and she starts to become more and more obedient.

She cries and begs for help but all we care about is getting the brat out of her. The man who bought her from us didn’t want her kid. So we continue to fuck her and she continues to give birth in this filthy abandoned factory. She finally understands that no one is coming to help her.

They’d put a black bag over her face and bound her wrists and ankles as they drove away like nothing happened. She doesn’t even know if anyone saw her get taken. Samantha fought and screamed and struggled the entire drive, fighting against her restraints, and fighting against the gag in her mouth. The men laughed as they held her down and kept her still for the long car ride. All she knows was that they drove for a long time, long enough to get out of the city by her guess.

During the drive, the men held disgusting conversations about her, her body, how much money they’d make off of her. She was their property now and there was nothing she could do about it. They apparently liked her dark hair and how fit she was, and how her thighs rubbed together when she walked. Samantha’s heart stopped cold when one of the men commented about how small her breasts were, and the other responded with “it’s alright, after she has a few kids they’ll get bigger.” Samantha struggled all the harder from then on out, but it was useless, the men kept her bound, gagged, and blinded.

Eventually, the bag was removed and Samantha saw an imposing, dilapidated warehouse out in the middle of nowhere at the edge of the city limits. Taking in her surroundings it was clear that barely anyone was around this abandoned area.

The men brought her into the warehouse and the inside was just as ruined as the outside. Samantha was stripped almost naked and brought into a room with several other kidnapped women. Her mind went to cattle lineups she’d seen on tv. That’s what she and these other women were now, cattle. Their lives now consist of living chained to rooms within this decaying warehouse filming all manner of degrading and violent porn films. Samantha and the other women were given their own rooms and raped day in and day out, sometimes on camera, and sometimes off camera. Sometimes just one man, and sometimes dozens. Sometimes just sex, and sometimes violent tortures.

One day, one of the men told Samantha how he had something special to show her. He dragged her through the halls of the warehouse and down the stairs into the basement. The man threw Samantha to the ground and when she looked up, she saw another blonde woman, heavily pregnant, struggling through giving birth while chained to an old pipe. The men filmed the poor girl as she’d seemingly given up all defiance and focused only on the pain of giving birth. She labored quietly through long moans and short breaths, her eyes closed and completely ignoring the world outside of her current ordeal.

Samantha watched in horror as the girl trembled with effort, the camera leering as her body opened up with blood and birthing fluids pouring out of her as her infant split her open and slid out. The blonde girl let out a trembling moan as she almost looked unconscious.

Samantha simply stared in horror as the men left the camera rolling while several of them descended on the poor girl and began using every part of her body to satisfy themselves. She was too exhausted to fight back and looked like the men were raping a corpse. The blonde girl simply moaned in pain softly and looked at her child as it was left ignored where it fell squirming and crying.

Samantha’s attention was pulled from the horrible sight as the man that had brought her here knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder. He smiled wildly and told her that “it won’t be long now!” As he held up a positive pregnancy test. Samantha’s heart truly broke for good when she saw that test.

I haggardly stand at the stove cooking him dinner when another pain comes. I bite my lip and grip the wooden spoon hard. I’ve been in labor all day and I had hoped that I would have dropped his baby by now, giving me the chance to get out. It’s taken me months to get my affairs in order. Once I am empty of him I will run and never look back. I never wanted this. I never wanted to grow a baby for any man— not even my husband. I have made it clear that I didn’t want children. He didn’t care. Never did. I was always intended to be his own personal baby factory.

Another contraction ripples through me and I grip the handle of the oven, gritting my teeth. I run my hand over my large mound thats causing my dress to go taut. It’s been hours. Sweat coats my head, I can feel it drip down my back.

From his perspective I’ve been tolerant of what’s happening to me. I’m not pretending I’m happy about this situation. He knows I’m not and doesn’t care. But I’ve been careful to hide the fact that I’m terrified and will leave the moment I can. I don’t think he suspects anything.

I feel his arms wrap around my swollen abdomen. He’s been way more physical with me in this state than he ever was before he got me pregnant and I know this damn belly is the reason why. He’s always staring at me, touching me, fucking me, like he can’t get enough. It makes me sick.

I’m a week overdue and I know nothing about what’s growing inside me. I could care less. He’s never allowed me any hospital visits because he won’t allow any man or woman to see the parts of me that he claims belong to him. Probably for the best anyway, it never left me an opportunity to get attached. He told me he wouldn’t allow me to give birth anywhere other than in our home where it would be just him and me.

So he could watch.

So he could watch as I scream and not be judged for how aroused giving birth would make him. He wanted a show.

I inhale as I feel a contraction creeping up, my stomach hardens under his touch. He stills behind me knowing what this means. It was a hard one and I can’t help the sob that escapes my throat.

“It’s time isn’t it?” He says. He reaches over and turns the burner off. “Dinner will have to wait,”

He turns me around. I start to panic, I have to do something to stall this or him… I don’t know. But I can’t give birth in front of him and not here where there’s no one to help me!

“M-Maybe I should go to the hospital…” I start, if I could get there I could have the staff kick him out. “You know, where it’s safer and they know what they’re doing,”

He chuckles. “Believe me, I know exactly what I’m doing. There’s not much to it you’re the one that has to do most of the work anyway,”

“Please, I would be much more comfortable there— what if something goes wrong!”

His eyes narrow. There’s no persuading him. “You’ll be fine, we’ve prepared for this. We have everything we need,” if I weren’t mistaken I’d say he looked anxious, in an excited way. “I’ll get everything ready” He headed upstairs.

Another contraction hit and I braced the counter in front of me to keep me up right. I moaned. I could feel a heavy weight descend deep inside me. It’s coming. I never wanted to feel this, I never wanted to know what this was like and now I don’t have a choice. This baby is about to tear its way out of me and he’s going to watch. Satisfied that he did this to me, that he made me do this for him. I can’t let this happen.

His baby dropped lower, I could feel the descent causing me to groan loudly. I couldn’t help it. As I groaned I lowered myself into a squat, still gripping the counter tightly above my head. I look toward the direction he left in hoping he didn’t hear me. It’s coming fast. I foolishly think I have a chance at delivering his baby before he gets back. Being in labor all day has hopefully paid off, I look towards the door to my salvation. All I have to do is…

I push.

As terrified as I am to do this I’m desperate to get it out quickly. I spread my legs wide apart beneath me, my dress allowing me the room I need. I read that squatting is the most efficient way to push out a baby. I have to get it out of me before he comes back— I won’t be made into a spectacle. If I can just get this life ruiner out of me I can leave. I’ll run and never look back so it can never happen again! I do my very best to keep quiet. My face straining with the effort to push and to prevent myself from making noise. I exhale through pursed lips, take another breath and push again. I don’t even wait for a contraction. I have to… get this… baby… OUT OF ME! I gasped.

“Ah!” I lean my head into my arm to muffle the noise. “Please, please, please!” I cry softly into my arm. I give another push closing my eyes. “Get out!” I growl. I push so hard and long that I didn’t notice my husband come back until I felt his hand reach under my backside between my legs.

I jumped in fear and cried out. I felt his fingers slip inside my wet pussy.

“Look at you…” he crooned.

“Stop!” I whimpered, still gripping the counter.

“I have to check your progress,” He put a hand on my back, pressing me into the cabinet and pushed his fingers in deeper. “He’s close, you’re about ready to crown,”

A contraction came and I felt the baby’s head slide into his hand as I involuntarily pushed. He groaned. I cried, both from the pain and knowing that my predicament is arousing him. It’s a nightmare.

He withdrew his hand and grabbed me under my arms, lifting me up and then his arm went under my legs as he carried me to the dinning room. He walked up to the table, kicked a chair out of the way and to my astonishment laid me atop the white table cloth.

“W-what are you doing?” I stammered. I cried out again and gripped my belly as my contractions grew worse.

This is not ideal. The hard, flat wood beneath me is making it so uncomfortable to birth. It’s perfect for him, I’m elevated giving him the perfect view to stand there and watch.

He grabbed my shoulders, laying me back and took each leg. He drew them up, bending them with my feet flat on the table and pushed my knees a part.

I pushed them back together. As if I could prevent this from happening. He forcefully shoved them apart again. There is nothing I can do to stop this, stop him from watching his baby tear its way out of me.

I could see the hunger in his perverse eyes. “I want you splayed out for me like my own personal feast,” He growled.

“Please…” I sobbed. I tried to get up, but he forced me back down. I couldn’t get far anyway. His baby is sitting so low inside me now I can barely move without feeling it. The urge to push growing increasingly strong. My body wanted me to give in, to push and be rid of it.

I screamed. Fighting my instincts to birth. “Ahhhhhha!”

His voice was eerily soft and low. “I want to see it ruin you. I want to see my baby split you wide,”

“No…” I sobbed. I would not be made into a spectacle. I swallowed my screams. My pants came out harsh through my nose and my face strained from the effort to hold back. I couldn’t help the growls and groans that I trapped in my throat.

I would not scream. I would not scream.

It’s what he wants. I refused to give him the satisfaction..

He shoved my dress further up my thighs so it wouldn’t block his view. Then took scissors that I assumes is for cutting the cord and cut my underwear off, tossing the aside.

“They’re ruined anyway,”

Then he grabbed the ends of the table cloth and yanked it toward him, bringing me closer.

“First, my appetizer,” He dropped onto his knees, stroking my thighs and then lowered his face to my throbbing opening. I felt his warm tongue flick my clit and I’m ashamed at how good it felt. Pleasure and mortification both mixing in a slurry of emotions.

“Please no… stop…”

He feasted on me a top our dinning room table while giving birth to his baby. I whimpered against his slick tongue. The baby’s head built pressure around it and it made it that much harder to resist the pleasure. This last thing I wanted was to endure him enjoying this and he’s forcing me to do the same. I wouldn’t give in! But the baby stretched me further and further until I thought I’d burst open and I couldn’t help but grasp onto those ripples of pleasure— anything to make the pain stop.

“PLEASE!”

Please stop? Keep going? I wasn’t sure anymore.

“Mmmm…” I felt him growl. “Cum out my baby…”

I hate this man. Not just for forcing this baby into my body and making me birth for him, but forcing me to enjoy any small part of this. My climax grew until it burst from me in a scream like no other. My muscles gripped and spasmed around the large baby inside my tunnel in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“GAAAHHHHHH!”

The waves of my release pushed the baby further from me into a full crown. “Get it out! Get it out of me!” I scream, there was no time for my body to stretch. I can’t help but spread my legs further a part to make room for this huge baby. I can’t possible push this thing out of my body!

He lifted his head. “Only you can do that honey,” He says unsympathetically. “And you’re doing beautifully,” he smirks.

I feel the pain searing all the way down to my anus. The baby’s head is bulging and straining against me.

I feel his fingers trace the head around my splitting, dripping folds. “Look what I did. He’s right there… coming out of you,” He sounded mesmerized.

I scream in terror that I’m about to tear wide open. “Ahhhhh! FUCK!!!” I stop pushing, I can’t possibly make myself do this!

“It’s splitting me!” I sob.

“Yes…” he growls, satisfied by my pain and the show I’m giving him because of it. “I fucked this baby into you and now you’ll give him to me,”

Despite my efforts to stop the head is slipping further, I’m not even pushing! My own body is betraying me with every contraction. “OH GOD! PLEASE NO!”

I grip the edges of the table, preparing for the worst. It has to come out. It has to! I don’t have a choice… but it hurts so much—too much.

“HELP ME PLEASE! PLEASE HELP ME!” I’m clearly desperate if I’m begging for this monsters help.

“Quit fighting it, you can’t. This baby will come out whether you want it to or not. There’s no stopping it. So spread those beautiful legs for me nice and wide and let it come,”

Let it come, like an order he’s waiting for. Like it’s my job to serve him— to give him this baby, literally, on a platter whether I wanted to or not. Another contraction comes and I feel his baby surging forward against my will. It’s coming and I can’t stop it! I pant hard and fast, my back arches, my knuckles go white, my legs spread wide. I groan loudly and involuntarily push, my body doesn’t give me the choice. My tunnel strains trying to force this heavy weight out of me.

I hear him moan. “Oh fuck yes,” I can hear him stroking his cock. “Keep going baby— push him out for me!”

My opening parts inch by inch, agonizingly slow. The pain searing and burning became too much and my mouth falls open with the most primal scream I’ve ever made as the head splits around my folds. Splitting me further than I ever thought I could.

“UGHHHHHH— AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

I felt the head slip from me in a hot wet rush, providing temporary relief. My head slumped back against the table. I heard him shout his release, I could see his limp form brace the table to keep himself upright.

“Fuckkk…” He panted and regained his composure, tucking his member away.

Then I felt the awful sensation of the baby rotating inside of me. “Ughh! OH! OH! UHHHH!”

He cupped the baby’s head. “This is it, its almost here,”

I gripped my legs under my thighs, my head and back lifting off the table slightly as I pushed.

“Push!” He yelled.

The shoulders strained and bulged. “UHHHHH!” I screamed.

“Keep pushing!” He kept yelling.

“FUCK YOU!” I screamed back. I gasped and drew another breath giving it everything I had left. “UGHHHHH!” The wide shoulders kept straining, This prick is doing nothing to help, just supporting his baby’s head.

“OH FUCK!” It has to come out, I can’t take anymore. I push desperately, sobbing.

“PULL IT OUT!” I scream.

“No! You will push! Push it out of you now!”

“I CAN’T!” I gasp.

“You will! Now PUSH!” He shouted.

I strain and strain, pushing until I run out of breath. One shoulder dislodges and then the second. The rest of the baby follows quickly into my husbands hands. I flop back against the table, utterly spent.

I hear the baby cry. “Good, a boy,” He says, not at all enthused. I hear him walk away with his crying offspring and put him somewhere in the living room. He comes back to cut the cord as I look towards the door I, heartbreakingly, no longer have the strength to go through with longing.

I felt him grip my thighs and lift me up slightly. My attention snapped to him.

“What are you doing?” My voice raspy from screaming.

“You did so good, I can’t wait to fuck another one into you…” He had me lifted up so he could push himself into my ass. The cord is still attached to me I hadn’t even delivered the after birth.

“You can call this my dessert,”

I sobbed. I could feel the dull cramping as my body attempted to deliver the placenta. He tugged on the cord as he thrusted into me and eventually without any will of my own, it slurped out of me onto the floor.

PART 1 - THE CASE OF ROSIE’S HUGE, PREGNANT BELLY

Rosie placed a hand under her swollen belly as she tried to sit up, her back straining trying to support the baby that had completely taken over her petite frame. At 28 weeks, Dr Green had told Rosie that her fundal height was an astonishing 40 cm, or equivalent to 40 weeks. Her family, friends and strangers at the grocery store would try to conceal their shock when Rosie would tell them she was not even three quarters into her pregnancy, yet her belly had already dropped, and the lower half of her belly would peek out of her tight clothes with every movement. 

Rosie chalked it up to her height, she was a petite woman after all, standing at 5’3 and the suspected father (from a list of one night stands) was likely Elijah, the towering ex D1 hockey player. But her belly was simply far too large, protruding downwards as her popped navel strained against the pressure of the belly and litres of amniotic fluid likely in there. Dr Green had compiled all the possibilities - naturally large baby, polyhydramnios (excess amniotic fluid) or multiples but the mystery of Rosie’s huge, swollen belly remained. 

In the meantime, Rosie was trying not to dread the next 12 weeks, hoping that she would deliver earlier knowing the possibilities of being bed bound. Dr Green estimated Rosie’s fundal height to hit 50 - 55 cm by her due date, which at that point, would require Rosie to rely on a wheelchair. This was not going to be a fun ride…

PART 2 - THE BIG MYSTERY SOLVED

Rosie was now 32 weeks along and was constantly treated like she would go into labour any minute. And it wasn’t an overreaction - Rosie required two belly support bands to even walk a few metres and when sitting, had to open her legs to have enough space for her belly. Her gait had widened significantly and Rosie always had a hand placed under her belly to lift it up and support the weight - garnering curious and shocked looks from everyone in her life. 

Today was her 32 week appointment, and after a frustrating morning of trying to find clothes that would fit, Rosie showed up at the hospital wearing maternity leggings so tight that the waistband left indentations on her belly and an oversized tee that was fitting a little too snug. After signing in at the front desk, Rosie spent two minutes trying to sit down in the waiting room, placing a hand awkwardly on the back of the chair and a hand under her belly. Luckily, a man having noticed her discomfort offered help, and as embarrassed as Rosie was, she let the man help lower her down onto the chair, finally sighing in relief as she rubbed her huge, swollen belly. 

Whilst waiting for her appointment, Noah, the helpful stranger, struck up a conversation, and Rosie was in no place to refuse. It helped that he was cute, with lovely green eyes and a crooked smile as Rosie asked if he wanted to feel her belly. Rosie lifted up her shirt, and pulled down the leggings that caused her belly to spill out on her lap. With the hand that wasn’t in a cast, Noah rubbed her belly, feeling the baby kick, before asking Rosie if she really was only 32 weeks with a singleton. Jokingly rolling her eyes, Rosie confirmed she really was and acting impulsively, asked Noah if he wanted her number. Flattered that a woman, but especially one as pretty as Rosie would be interested in him, Noah immediately passed her his phone for her to save her contact information. 

By the time Noah left in giddy excitement, the nurse had called up Rosie, and immediately came to her aid as she saw the poor pregnant woman struggling to sit up, her belly constricting her movement. With both hands supporting her swollen bump, the belly bands clearly ineffective, Rosie finally made her way to Dr Green’s office. The physician looked her up and down, before promptly ordering the nurse to help Rosie up onto the examination bed. Dr Green measured her fundal height, pressing the measuring tape firmly from the base of Rosie’s stomach to her swollen pelvic area before gasping at the results. 46 cm, or as Dr Green explained, Rosie’s belly was the size of a 46 week pregnant bump, surpassing most women who were pregnant with multiples. Dr Green then moved onto the ultrasound, paying extra close attention to the monitor before doing a double take. The doctor pressed the transducer (wand) firmly over Rosie’s belly several times over, before composing herself to reveal the news. 

“Rosie, you have a rare medical condition called uterus didelphys. Or also called a double uterus. The ultrasound results show that in your first uterus, you have one baby 32 weeks along. Your second uterus, hard to see because of your first, has two more babies, measuring at around 22 weeks”