My legs tremble as I shift my position on the bed, continuing my pattern of breathing with small little grunts. I rest on my hands and knees with my back arched and my ass in the air, rocking my hips back and forth as I try to use the momentum to shove the oversized head of my overdue child down past the burning pressure that's engulfed my cervix.
As that circle of muscle tissue spasms at the height of my birth canal, eager and ready to do it's work, I find that everything else responds in much the same way. My belly contracts, sucking inward against my womb, and I groan as I open my hips even wider, bent almost completely in half as I grit my teeth and follow the 'chin to your chest' rule with my next push. My knuckles are turning white with force from the strength I'm using to both push and to hold myself up, but the action of bearing down breaks my water, spraying a gush of fluid down my legs.
"C-Can you see her?" I ask my partner in a strained, cracked voice. There's no hiding my pain or exhaustion anymore. Hours of labor and nearly 90 minutes pushing has taken it's toll. "Is she coming?"
The sac had been the main obstacle holding the head back and now that it's gone, I feel that I finally know what the true "urge" to push really feels like. The tight cramping of my belly has completely changed, and I moan low and deep as the head grinds down through the neck of my womb and passes through the last lip of cervix to settle behind my furrowed labia.
"Hang on, baby," they tell me, pressing a kiss to my sweaty cheek. Placing their hands on my thighs, they carefully and gently pull my legs apart, exposing my bulging cunt to the cool air. "You're really starting to open!"
I find the excitement in their voice endearing, but 'starting to open' was not what I was hoping to hear. I reach around my belly to stroke my fingertips through my puffy, protruding labia, trying to gauge a sense of how far back the head is. From what I can tell? A few more pushes should bring it to a crown. It couldn't be more than just a knuckle's width behind my furrowed pussy lips. "Mmmm..."
"That's it, love." My partner settles behind me (real, my brain screams on repeat, its real and its happening and its happening now) and puts their hand over mine for counter pressure. "God, she's come so far down. Look at what you've done."
I grunt. "H-Havent done anything yet." A familiar tug starts to build in my overtaxed womb, and I let out a cry of frustration as I bear down with the pain. "Ohhhh, I need her OUT." I'm pushing with my entire strength now, and my body trembles with exhaustion. I'm desperate to squeeze my thighs together to dull the sting that comes with the spreading of my labia, and I lean into my partner's hands supporting me as I try to roar the head out. "She's coming!"
"I know, baby, I know." Their voice is thick with emotion. "I can feel her. I can see her head when you push." I shriek deliriously with pain, but they silence me with a firm "shh" as their fingers slide across my vulva. The use the pads of their fingertips to ghost along my labia and my clit, rubbing in a gentle circular motion until I'm panting softly, my breathing far steadier and much more calm. "That's it. Thats perfect. You're doing so well."
I'm able to push in a more controlled manner with the next contraction, but I still cant help the high pitch whine that slips out as the baby comes to a full crown and actually stays. The lips of my cunt are stretched as far as they'll go, and the stinging pain brings tears to my eyes. "Mmm, it burns," I sob. "I can't do this!"
"You are doing this," my partner tells me, their voice steady and firm. "You're doing so good, sweetheart. Better than I could ask for." They chuckle wetly and lean over my rocking hips to press a kiss to the back of my neck. "I have my hand right here, okay? You're going to give me a push, and her head will be out. You can do this, baby. Tell me you can do this."
Sucking in a deep breath, I force myself to nod. "I-I can do this."
"Again."
"I can do this." My eyes fall closed as I focus on those words, repeating them over and over to myself as I feel my next contraction building. My voice gets increasingly higher in pitch as the pain climbs, and my partner whispers quiet affirmations as we wait. "I can do this- ahhhhhhhohmygodfuck!"
"That's it!" they exclaim. "Oh, baby. You're so, so good."
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Another prompt: you know I can’t miss work today, so it’s pretty fucked up that you went into labor just before I leave. It’s okay, I forgive you. We’ll keep the baby in until I get home. Tying your legs together should do the trick.
- Sol ✨
“Oh, baby. Just look at you.”
My eyes snap open to seek yours out in the dim light, breath catching in my throat as I meet your gaze– dark, hungry, and most importantly: approving. A broken sob tears free from my lips, and I struggle against the bindings that are looped around my wrists, desperate to reach out to you. “P-Please,” I whine. “I need… mm, I need to push.”
“That went fast,” you murmur, brow lifting in surprise. “My poor love. You must be so tired.”
Your voice is a soothing balm for my rattled, exhausted body. You place your hand around my ankle, stroking your fingertips over the red silk rope tied around it. Beneath it, my skin is angry and red and raw– hours of twisting in pain had left its mark. Beneath me, the sheets are soaked in sweat and blood and fluid— all clear signs that the birth was imminent. That, and the unbearable pressure building in my hips.
"Should we get these off you then?” you ask as you languidly begin undoing my bindings. “You want me to check and see what's going on?”
"No time,” I gasp. Another contraction holds my belly in a vice grip, and each slip of the rope lets my legs fall open a little wider. The baby's head is forcing its way down my pelvis now; an unbearable weight that brings an unbearable need to push. To shove down around the bowling ball wedged between my thighs. “Mmm, its coming. I can feel it.”
You stop right around my knees, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses along their curve. “Look at how much progress you're making,” you coo, watching intently as my belly spasms and I writhe on the bed, struggling to part my legs. To bear down. “You're being so, so good for me. I knew you would be."
"Mmmph." As the rope slips over my knees, I cry out in relief as I allow them to fall open. Now that there's space, the head is right there. The red-hot tissue of my cervix is stretched wide and thin, and the head grinds against it, forcing its way down. "N-Need to push," I gasp. "Please, can I push? Please, please, pleas- ahhhh, fuck!"
My pleas trail off into a desperate wail, and I throw my head back against the pillows, bearing down with as much strength as I can. I feel you undo another knot, and I immediately spread my legs wider, exposing just a small glimpse of my bulging cunt.
"Slow, baby. Slow," you command. "You dont want to rush. You'll tear."
"Ooooh." I inhale a shaky breath. "Its— hmmmmph. Baby, I cant stop," I pant, my eyes wide and wild. "It's c-comingggg."
Your facade slips, just a little. I feel your urgency as you undo the last of the bindings that criss-cross over my thighs and the base of my belly. Your lips leave a lingering kiss on the skin there, and a small smile tugs at your mouth as you move to kneel between my legs. "You've done so well. You ready to push for me?"
I nod frantically as I work to shift myself up onto my knees, bound wrists be damned. "Its right there," I grunt as I brace my weight on you, half expecting the baby to slide down to a full crown as soon as my thighs are open. Your arm slides around my waist to hold me up, and your other hand reaches between my legs to cup my gaping labia and perineum. "Holy fuckkk."
"God, you're so open, baby," you marvel, sliding your fingertips over my lips and my pulsing clit. "Look at you. Giving me the best show. I could watch you do this forever. Spread yourself open and birth baby after baby."
I whimper softly as the image fills my head. "L-Let me get through this one first," I pant. "Just... just gonna push it outtttt."
I grit my teeth as I bear down again, pushing the massive head down towards your waiting hands. Your fingers don't leave my clit, and I rock my hips against your eager touch as I shove and struggle to pass the baby's head through my cervix. "Godddd, why wont it come?!"
"It is coming, baby," you tell me, voice thick with emotion. "You're so wide open down here. This sweet little cunt is doing its job. You're getting our baby out." You gently shift my position a little, placing one hand behind my knee to shift it forward, leaving me kneeling on one leg. "Push for me now. Let me see my baby."
I feel the tissue of my cervix finally give way with the next push, and a shrill roar builds up from my chest as the head fills my cunt, my lips gaping open around a small sliver of wet, dark hair. "Burninggggg," I shriek. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad."
"I see it!" Your face lights up as you peer between my legs, watching as the head slides down and then back up again. "God, you're really doing it. Keep going, baby! Pushhh!"
"Nnnnnng-hhhhhOHMYGOD!"
The head lingers at a full crown for a moment, stretching my tissues to their absolute limit, and then with a single push and a cry of effort, it pops out in a gush of fluid, landing right into your palm.
"Oh, my love," you breathe, eyes shining with pride. "You're so good. So very perfect." You cradle the head delicately as I struggle to catch my breath, panting against the side of your neck. "Now, I need you to pull yourself together. You still have some work to do, hm?" I feel you smirk as you kiss the top of my head.
Since you like it, I need more cow girl birth!!!! But this time In the farm, like, it's her first time birthing, and the others cow girls are helping her, she is in a barn or something like that. It can be difficult or easy, long or short, you decide, just need more about COW GIRLS! MOOOO!!!
I’ll do you one better. In the spirit of Christmas, here is a reindeer girl birth out in an open field~!
Oh god…! When I hooked up with that buck last head I hadn’t expected this. Snow is falling on the ground and. My little brown pattered mini skirt is only doing so much to hide the labor. I push a little, groaning. I’d been in labor for a full day and had started to push an hour ago. I was in denial until tre urge for so bad and I could feel the baby inside me stretching myself open for its enterance into the world. The other reindeer around me have noticed my plight. Some of the other girls have come over to check on me but I insisted I was fine.
“Mmmmrrrrrhh!!”
My little tail wags hard as I try to push the head out. I can feel little horns prodding at my birth canal. The bells on my halter jingle as I bend over with hands on my knees. I’m puffing air out. The baby is coming too fast x I’m not ready. The eldest of the group finally comes over she has me gets down on all fours. Soon my legs spread on their own and I cry out. The head pushes open my entrance just a little.
I bellow loudly as my hips dip down. The head forms a tear drop then sinks back in. I pant hard. The herd of reigndeer girls is around me, petting me, offering food, and support. I just grunt and heave. Another contraction and I push as hard as I can. The head begins to come out without falling back in all the way.
“OH ITS HORNS!! Help!! Please it hurts!! No don’t touch- HHRGGGGGG!! AH ahhhhh!”
I strain again, then gasp for air. The horns pop out, holding the head at the beginnings of a crown. The girls are oooing at my progress. I just push my hips down and bare my teeth. The head pops out suddenly. I scream. It hurt so bad…!! The head is now lifting my skirt up for everyone to see the calf I’m birthing.
“N-No! No don’t look!! Oh gumdrops…!!!”
I sob loudly. My hips are shaking. It’s too big! I’ve never had a baby before! I cry in pain as the girls help the baby turn inside me. My bells jingle as I fall forward, leaving my hips up.
“hooo… one more…! Come on baby!”
I close my eyes and push. And push. The babies shoulders slip out. The rest is left inside me. It’s dangling out. One more…
“MMMMMMMHHH-OOOOOOORRRR! Aaaah! Oh! Oh my calf!!”
I grab the baby that has just been born into the snow. The other girls quickly usher me into the barn where my traditional reindeer equipment is taken off. Seems like I won’t be participating in any reindeer games this year!
(Surrogate mother, quads, 43 weeks overdue, ready to pop, home birth, water birth, all fours, long labor and birth, in!!st, filming, too big head)
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When you introduced me to your new girlfriend, I was a little angry that you forgot my mother's memory. And also because I wouldn't be the only woman in your life anymore. But then I got used to it and it wasn't so bad. She was nice to me, and then when you told me you were getting married, I was happy for you. But then it soon turned out that she couldn't get pregnant, even though you both wanted babies. Then I agreed to carry a baby for you, but... I didn't expect quadruplets.
I didn't expect anyone to carry my daddy's babies to full term, but here I was, three weeks past my due date. I couldn't do anything without help, my body was almost ready to burst at any moment. I was on all fours naked on our living room floor, my breast pumps working nonstop. I had so much milk, it was like I had already given birth to your huge babies and needed to feed them. My belly was pressed against the carpet, hanging and sticking out all over the place. I felt like a terribly pregnant cow. I was panting heavily and I could feel your babies writhing in my huge belly, as if they never wanted to come out. My teenage body was stuck pregnant forever. I had given up hope that I would finally go into labor.
One camera was always facing my pussy, trying to capture the perfect moment when my water finally broke. The other two cameras were filming my very heavily pregnant body. Your wife, Katie, slowly crawled behind me and spread my thighs a little wider. My pussy was very swollen and a little red. She placed her hand above my pussy, on the bottom of my belly, and gently rubbed it. "It's okay, sweetie, I'll check the babies in a moment." She whispered to me soothingly, while continuing to rub. Katie always had to touch my belly. Meanwhile, you knelt next to me and rubbed my protruding belly on the onw side slowly, with reverence. You couldn't wait to finally be a father, and the proud father of quadruplets. I couldn't believe that I was going to give birth to my children and siblings at the same time...
Katie hooked up the ultrasound to a monitor and put some gel just above my pussy. One of the babies was already very low down, I was having a hard time walking because of the head and the pressure. Then she smeared it with the ultrasound and started examining the baby. "Baby A is fine, she's probably about 15 lbs." Katie announced with a big smile on her face. "She's head down, she probably won't be long before she starts coming out." Her hand rubbed my thigh soothingly and she looked at the huge baby on the monitor in awe. She was a little jealous that she didn't get to experience this, but she loved rubbing my belly and watching me get bigger and bigger. Then she moved on to the next baby and looked at him closely. "Baby B is also 15 lbs, he's a big boy. They barely have room to move around, they're all in separate amniotic sacs. Your womb must be full of amniotic fluid, sweetie."
Then your wife looked up at you. "We need to turn her over so I can't see the other babies." Katie said, and when you nodded, the two of you turned me over onto my back. My huge belly was pointing up at the sky with its gigantic form, it was too massive. You leaned into my neck to kiss it and whispered softly. "It's okay, baby girl. The babies will come out soon." Meanwhile, one of your hands reached under one of my thighs to pull it up, spreading me wide so Katie could fit in more comfortably. "You do a great job with your daddy's babies, you're so good." You continued to whisper to me. "I love you, daddy" I replied tiredly, panting, the full weight of the quadruplets weighing on me.
Katie pushed the doppler to the right of my protruding belly button to check on the third baby. "Another huge baby boy.. a 16 lbs. He looks perfectly healthy." She giggled and looked up at you proudly. To find the last baby, she had to run the ultrasound all the way to the top of my belly. "And the big girl of the litter.. an 18 lbs beauty." She giggled and turned off the machine, then handed you some paper towels. I could see the pleasure on your face as you wiped my huge belly and I kissed your cheek. Katie grabbed her phone and started videotaping me. "This is our baby girl, Vicky, our young surrogate." She reached out and patted my belly, then started rubbing it in circles. "43 weeks pregnant with quadruplets, they're huge and if they don't come soon they'll be too big to fit in her tight pussy. We have two 15lbs babies, one 16lbs and one 18lbs. This little girl has some big challenges ahead of her and here's the one who caused it." She raised her phone camera and grinned at you, then moved closer to my belly so you could see the strong kicks under my skin. I sighed heavily and moaned softly, feeling you rub my navel, then reaching under my belly and rubbing my low belly.
Not long after, you helped me walk a few laps around the living room. You held one hand on my huge belly and rubbed it soothingly, while the other held my waist. "Careful, baby girl, just at your pace" You whispered in my ear and slowly rubbed my belly, you were very hard because of my condition. "It's so heavy daddy" I moaned loudly and held on to your shoulder. The first baby was putting so much pressure on me, every step was almost painful. "Your babies are too heavy" I complained again. You continued to gently rub my huge belly and guide my steps. You knew full well that I must be going into labor. "Shhh, sweetie. Katie and I are here to help. You're amazing at carrying your siblings.." You slowly walked behind me and reached under my belly. You didn't lift it up, you just rubbed my lower belly and let me lean against your chest. I reached back and grabbed your neck, letting you to rock my body. "Huh... huh..." I tried to take deep breaths, but I was panting a lot.
Katie came over to me and stood facing me, her hands sliding over the top of my huge belly and slowly rubbing it. "You'll definitely be in labor soon, sweetie. Don't worry. These huge babies will definitely come out soon." She tried to comfort me, her stepdaughter then gave me a kiss on the forehead. She took off my breast pumps and then took me to the kitchen so she could pour it into a bottle. Meanwhile, milk was continuously flowing from my breasts, running down my belly onto the floor. I felt you grab one of my breasts and slowly rub it, and with your other hand, you rub the milk into my belly. "Oh daddy" I moaned sweetly and innocently, my head falling back against your strong chest. You smiled widely and kissed my lips as you slowly continued.
In the evening I was sitting on your lap on the couch, my breast pumps working again. My legs were spread apart, hooked into yours. But my huge belly hung between them. Katie knelt in front of me and stroked my belly with you, another day passed without me starting to go into labor and there was still almost no sign of it. The cameras recorded every intimate moment, Katie was very insistent on this. "I can't take it anymore.." I sighed heavily. "My back hurts so much too.." Then I felt your hand immediately slide over and you slowly rubbed it. "Just hold on a little longer, baby girl, you've carried my babies so beautifully so far." You kissed my ear gently. Katie bent down and started kissing my belly, then continued rubbing. "Would you like to go for a walk again? Maybe we could go out into the garden, maybe the fresh air will entice the babies out..."
You two supported me naked out into the garden, it was quite dark, so you brought a flashlight with you and illuminated my lower body, while your wife brought the doppler and her phone. She was filming me again. "Our pregnant mama cow can't really take it anymore, she needs to move. The calves will finally arrive soon." She told me teasingly, teasing me and my huge body. I was just panting very hard and leaning on your arms, every step I took was so difficult. Then the next moment a very strong contraction hit me, I screamed and clung to your shoulders. "Baby girl, are you okay?" You asked immediately and supported me with your strong arms so that I wouldn't fall. Katie also rushed over and when you shone the light between my legs again, my water suddenly broke, a lot of it was dripping down my legs and my stepmother managed to record it. "Oh, Vicky! You've finally started going into labor! We're so proud of you." She started rubbing my waist gently. "My belly hurts so much." I panted and you started feeling my belly, it was rock hard, much harder than before. "It's okay, baby girl, take a deep breath. These babies are going to be born soon." You looked into my eyes and continued to stroke my belly. "We're going to have to get her into a position where she can give birth," Katie said and she rubbed my bump too.
The next moment I found myself on all fours in the grass, your wife pressing the doppler against my heavy belly and monitoring the heartbeat of the first baby. Until then, you had been helping me through my very hard contractions. I moaned loudly and screamed when I had to, I didn't hold back. The only thing you could use to light me was the flashlight, Katie had her phone pointed completely at my pussy. "The baby is ready, sweetie, it all depends on how fast you dilate" She said and kissed the side of my stomach. "Now... how far am I now?" I asked hopefully. You leaned over and stroked my swollen pussy, then pressed your finger in lightly. "You're still very dilated, Vicky. We still have a lot of time, and these are your first babies.." You said, then sat down opposite me and let my body sag, I immediately wrapped my arms around your neck and let you rock. I cried with the rough contractions, although it helped when you rubbed my pussy. And Katie watched the baby to make sure everything was okay. It was dawn when I started to dilate, I was already eight centimeters. She slowly helped me dilate my tiny pussy with her fingers, with some circular movements, rubbing. "You're doing great, sweetie" You whispered in my ear. "Your young body is ready to push out my first baby. You're good." I felt your hand on my stomach again and I looked at you with sparkling eyes, breathing hard, tired. "I love you so much daddy... I need both of you.." I screamed with another contraction and lowered my head, pressing it against the ground.
"Daddy I have to push" I moaned in pain, suffering and clenched my hands into fists. "Good girl, you're ready, push hard!" You said smiling and started rubbing my belly. At first I started pushing as hard as I could. My belly pressed against the ground and the night air caressed my pussy. At first the pushes seemed so hopeless, there was no progress. I was panting tired and my body was sweating, my milk was flowing because my breast pumps were full and none of you wanted to go back to the house because then you would have missed part of my birth. You illuminated between my legs with your free hand, and Katie followed the baby closely. "I feel.. I feel it sliding down" I moaned after about four hours. I started pushing again, panting, at that time my pussy opened very slightly. From there it opened wider and wider, and I screamed in pain every time. Your wife opened my pussy so she could see the baby, the dark haired head was already faintly visible. "Good girl" She patted my ass. "The baby is coming slowly." It took many more hours.. I tried to push with all my might. After about two hours, the tip of the baby's head pushed out of my pussy, then slowly the rest of his head followed. "Arrghh... huh... huh...mhhhmm" I moaned and one of my hands had to rest on my lumpy bump. I pushed long and hard, but the process was so slow through my tight pussy. My stepmom took lots of pictures while she was videotaping it, while you had to rub my swollen pussy. With the next push, the baby's forehead became visible. "You need to spread your legs more" You noted, then you grabbed my thighs and spread them apart more. Katie finally put the doppler aside and focused on the first baby's huge head.
"Daddy this...this burns!" I screamed as the baby's forehead started to protrude from between my pussy, it had to expand more and more, I felt like I was about to burst. I dug my nails into the ground and felt you pull my thighs wider than before. "This head is huge!" Katie exclaimed in shock. I lowered my head, panting, when the contraction passed. I felt the many other babies writhing inside me. You took a deep breath and rubbed the side of my belly. "Just keep pushing with the next contraction, babe. It'll be okay." You patted the side of my belly and tried to encourage me. I nodded in pain. I didn't have to wait any longer, the next contraction was coming soon... "Aarrrgh!" I screamed in despair and the huge head forced my pussy to stretch even wider. Your wife couldn't hold her hand back and started rubbing the baby's head. "Good girl, push, push harder!" She ordered me. "I'm tearing apart!" I cried out in despair. She felt me crown the head now, it was very painful and too big for my teen pussy. I had to keep my legs almost horizontal. It was already light when I held it here, this much progress I had made all night. You could almost hear my pussy stretching. Then suddenly the huge head popped out, a lot of water squirting out of my pussy with it. "Nice job!" You patted my ass and patted me. "Only the shoulders are left." You fondly stroked your baby's huge head, you simply couldn't believe your eyes. "It won't.. it won't work. I can't take it." I panted tiredly, I could hardly move. Your wife took a picture of the first baby's head sticking out of me. "But you still have three heads to push out, sweetie." She chuckled and started rubbing the side of my stomach.
Over the next few hours, my contractions seemed to intensify, but the process didn’t progress. The huge head just stuck out of my pussy, but I couldn’t push my shoulders out no matter how hard I tried. Katie shook her head and looked at you. “The baby’s stuck.” She sighed. “Maybe changing positions would help her. Go to the pool, see if the water relaxes her muscles.” You suggested. With the help of the two of you, I got up from the ground and had to keep my legs wide apart. “You can’t close your thighs!” You warned me and I nodded in pain. My huge belly bounced with my movement as you started to lead me to the outdoor pool, there was one inside. “You look incredibly sexy with that huge head between your legs!” Your wife grinned. Meanwhile, she went back into the house, got out the ultrasound and a clean towel. Then she placed the cameras around the pool, and one waterproof camera was placed at the bottom of the pool. You were grinning at me as I waddled with the big head. I was very slow and my huge breasts were constantly leaking milk, everything was completely milky... I was panting heavily and trying to rub my bump.
I was sitting on your lap in the pool, you had my legs spread wide, so wide that it almost hurt. My bottom was pressed against your manhood. The cool water soothed my aching, swollen pussy a little. Although I still couldn't see anything of the baby's head. Katie set up the cameras so that she could now record the rest of my labor in a more professional way. Then she climbed into the pool and stood between my legs. She gently stroked the inside of my thigh. "You have to push this baby out. Next time, take a deep breath and push as hard as you can." She made sure once again that the underwater camera was filming my vagina perfectly, then she started rubbing my belly.
The next contraction I honestly tried to push as hard as I could, but I still couldn't push the baby's shoulders out. I grabbed your hands and squeezed them as I pushed. My thighs were shaking so much, as was my pussy. "I'm going to burst! It hurts too much!" I screamed in despair and it didn't help that you both were stroking my belly. I spent hours in agony before my shoulders finally popped out at noon. Katie didn't hesitate for a moment, she grabbed the baby and pulled him out of my tight pussy. Even in the water you could see how much amniotic fluid was coming out again. She laid the baby on my chest, who was crying loudly, and I hugged her tightly. My body was shaking from exhaustion, but I hugged my first baby tightly. "You did it, good girl." You praised me and looked at the baby with teary eyes. She was a very large overdue baby. We wrapped the towel around her and I gently stroked her body. I cried too, it was such a beautiful moment. Meanwhile, Katie took the ultrasound and started looking at baby B... She took a deep breath. "The next baby is completely breech."
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Ugh I love pregnant businessmen… really like the idea of a high level exec with like 800 important projects frantically waddling around in a shirt like four sizes too big for him but the buttons are still straining around the torpedo triplet belly that enters rooms long before the rest of him. Everyone’s afraid to question him but they can’t help but stare at his visibly contracting belly, and he tells them yeah yeah he was supposed to have had the kids and be on paternity leave already, but it’s fine, he has so many loose ends to tie up!
He arrived at work at 7AM sharp with the labor suppressants on hand but he hasn’t taken them yet cause they’re an extreme measure. So even though he keeps having to stop during conversations to lean on tables and groan his way through brutal contractions, he still doesn’t think it’s time for the pills. He’s coated in sweat and idly circling his hips as he talks to coworkers, trying to find a way to stand where the lowest baby’s head doesn’t feel so heavy.
He’s touching base about his most important project at 10:00AM when he starts to feel the need to push. But he just… doesn’t. Resists it even though it makes him feel squirmy and uneasy and like he wants to scream. Mumbles, “Don’t push, dooon’t push” to himself as he tries and fails to jog to his office after, too bow-legged by the feeling that a head is about to fall out of him.
He manages to duck into his office’s private bathroom and get his pants off before his water breaks. But when he examines himself in the full length mirror, he finds the first baby already making a bulging dome of his pussy, and resigns himself to pushing it out. He leans back on a chair he brought in for this purpose and watches his cunt slowly flex open with each push, shuddering at the sight. The pressure makes his meta cock stand up, making it look as huge and swollen as it ever has.
After a good half hour of watching the head bob closer and closer to its widest point before sinking back in, it finally stays, spreading his hole in a tight crown. He throws his head back and groans in pain, toes curling as he drags his fingertips delicately over his taut cunt lips. He massages his perineum and applies counter pressure as the head slowly, slowly teases him, always looking ready to pop out. Finally it bursts out, and he yelps, shuddering. He delivers in a few more pushes.
By 11, he’s sent his first baby on its way with one of the nannies he’s had on standby and is ready to jump back in to his schedule. He tosses back a dose of labor suppressant pills before he goes, and they work like a dream. The contractions ease up enough that they’re practically background noise, only the pressure of a low head occasionally reminding him that birth is imminent.
He works all the way until 4PM before the pressure starts to be too intense to think through, and he decides he should probably at least check what’s going on down there. He steps into the empty office of someone who went home early and reaches into his pants—only to find a head peeking out into his underwear! It thrills him almost as much as it annoys him; they should really have a warning on the label if the pills can’t handle a birth canal that’s already opened for another baby.
Oh well. Nothing for it. He limps back to his office and drops into a squat as soon as he closes the door, groaning at the relief of his pelvis flaring open. He hisses through his teeth as the head surges forward, stinging his cunt, and cups his bulging lips, exhaling shakily as he tries to massage them. The positioning just happens to make his palm into a nice little divot for his swollen cock to rub against, and he feels it going rock hard as his cunt grows round and heavy with the barely-held head. He keeps it there, rocking his hips and massaging for a long while before finally the pressure is unbearable, and he starts to push.
He crowns quickly, and this time as he tends to his stretched lips, he circles his fingertips around his perked cock every once in a while, too, teasing it. When he births the head, the release of pressure almost feels like something more, so much so that it leaves his cock pulsing and tender to the touch. But he leaves the poor little thing lonely while he guides his second baby out, easily pushing out one shoulder and then the other.
After another nanny from his team whisks away the new child, and he rubs the limp, heavy shape of the one remaining in his womb. He glances at his watch, seeing it’s only a bit after 4:30. The pills might not be enough to get him through the business dinner tonight—hors d'oeuvres will start at 5:00, main course at 6:00, and the execs will probably want to stay for coffee after the sales guys leave, so that could go to 9 or 10, easy. And with his birth canal now twice-loosened… he needs something more.
He unlocks the special drawer of his desk and hums thoughtfully as he surveys the contents. His selection of toys has seen a lot of use during his pregnancy; sometimes nothing can satisfy the hormones like wearing a vibe all day or sitting on a dildo during a video call. But one item that hasn’t seen much use is a massive plug. He intended to use it to stretch himself out before the births, but his one attempt to get it in had failed after over an hour of trying. Now, though…
He spreads his legs, and gently holds his tender, birth-stretched lips back. He had to give up at 3/4ths of the way inside when he first tried it, but this time the plug glides easily to that depth. His aching birth canal clutches at it, and he rolls his head back, squirming in exquisite pain. With slow, gentle screwing motions back and forth, he works the plug in. It’s massive, but it still feels small compared to a head.
“Come on,” he moans, “come on, c—AH!” His body jerks as the plug pops inside, settling happily beyond the still remarkably elastic muscles around his opening, nudging heavily against his poor cervix. He cringes and squirms a little, feeling something almost like suction as his dilated cervix flexes around the blunt nose of the toy. “Ohhh fuck…”
It’s massive. His overused cunt stings around it and the discomfort of it peeking into his womb makes him feel almost sick, but he knows one thing for sure: that baby isn’t going anywhere while he’s plugged like this.
He staggers to his feet, and spends the whole time getting ready for the dinner groaning loud and long as the plug shifts inside him, its weight bullying his cunt for every moment. His little cock tents his briefs, standing so hard that he can even see it through his slacks, though he doubts anyone else would notice, especially beneath the shadow of his still-huge belly. Though he’s pushed out two of the triplets now, his womb still feels half-full, maybe more.
He’s still big enough that no one at the dinner seems to suspect that he’s already started delivering. They can tell he’s close, what with the slow, wincing, wide-stanced way that he walks, and how he can’t stop shifting when seated, but no one bothers him about it as he keeps his spirits high and the subject on business.
After it takes two employees to help him groan himself to his feet, he waddles heavily into the bathroom to check the plug. There’s so much pressure that he isn’t surprised when he sees his crotch bulging obscenely low, so stretched that it’s shaped like a head is halfway out of him even though there’s barely a glimpse of the dildo’s silicone between his puffy red lips. He shudders and strokes his perked dick, eyes rolling back at its sheer sensitivity.
Though he could spend hours touching his birth-swollen cunt, he knows the other execs are waiting for him in the lounge. He’s shuffling slow with a hand to his back and his hips heavily forward when he joins them. Without the employees to behave for, half the exec board is coming over to tease him about how close he looks, and tell him he really should be in the hospital, and feel his still-shockingly-taut belly beneath his straining shirt. He indulges in their attention, subtly rocking his hips to feel the massive plug.
But soon, too soon, he feels the breath-stealing cramp of a head splitting his cervix. His cunt lips sting, cupped between the weight of his plug-deformed pussy and the crotch of his slacks.
With ties loosened around the room and more than a little of someone’s flask of whiskey shared between most of the execs, they’re bolder in watching him. One of the board members reclines on a couch, trailing fingers over the stark line stretching the crotch of his slacks. The vice president of marketing sits on the arm of a chair, her sharp pencil skirt hiked halfway up her thigh and her hips rolling against the upholstery.
It’s the CFO who finally approaches him.
“What’s this?” His deep, cool baritone makes the pregnant man shudder, and that’s before the heavy hand with the Rolex on the wrist cups his bulging crotch. “The head’s coming?”
“No.” He groans and lets his head fall back, settling his weighty cunt in this powerful man’s hand. “Head’s… in my cervix. Mmh.” The suppressant is beginning to wear off, the single steady cramp he’s felt all around his pelvic cradle tightening into something with more promise. “Ohhhh…”
“Then what’s this?” The CFO gently hefts the weight in his hand, and the laboring exec moans wretchedly.
“Ohhh, fuck. It’s- a plug. It’s plugging me up. Keeping the baby in. But- I feel it coming.” Before he knows what’s happening, his cunt bulges and the plug presses firmly against the CFO’s palm. “Oh- fuck, I’m pushing… oh…”
The CFO makes a low, purring sound. He strokes the straining pussy in his hand. “Why don’t you show us, baby?”
His head spins, the burn in his pussy increasing as he pushes the head firmly into his cervix. The contraction passes, leaving him gasping, swaying his hips, groaning. The CFO, still holding him by the bulge of his crotch, guides him by the plugged pussy to an ornate rug in the middle of the room. He unbuttons the laboring exec’s slacks and tugs them down, along with his soaked underwear.
“Come on, be a team player and show us.”
His cock aches as he sinks shakily to his knees. As a contraction grips his lower back, he groans and falls forward onto his hands, leaving his bare pussy upturned between his legs, showing the room how it stretches obscenely around the massive plug. The whole room watches as more and more black silicone inches out.
“Holy shit, he really plugged his cunt up,” someone says.
The exec in the pencil skirt draws a knee up and lets a hand fall between her toned thighs, openly circling two manicured nails over the seam of her pantyhose. “He likes it. Being good and plugged for us this whole time.”
With a wrung-out moan, he releases the push, shuddering as he feels his lips suck the plug back in. He rocks in place, limbs trembling as the muscles in his lower body remain seized tight around the head in his cervix.
He’s still catching his breath when his belly tenses towards him again. He gasps, disoriented by how quickly that came on, what was that, a minute? 30 seconds?
“It’s coming,” he groans as his cunt squeezes uselessly around the plug. “The baby’s coming, I need to push it out…”
“Hm.” Footsteps behind him. Then, a playful tap on the base of the plug, barely a nudge but still enough to make him whimper and jerk away from the stimulus. “Well,” says the CFO, “I guess you need to push out this plug, first.”
The thing is, he could reach around and get the plug out of his own pussy if it came to it. There is no actual reason to continue to endure this pain, the gut-twisting discomfort of being blocked from birthing.
But his cock is so hard.
Panting, he hangs his head and pushes.
Though the plug is a bit smaller than the heads he’s already crowned today, the base is so unforgivingly flat that every time he gets close to expelling it, his burning, swollen cunt lips just won’t relinquish the corners. He can feel his cunt bulging out far, so stretched that he realizes with a lurch of twisted heat that it will never be the same after this.
And every time the plug sinks back in, the corner drags over his gspot, making his engorged cock jump at the peak of his yawning cunt.
He pushes for a long time, until his whole body quivers and drips with cold sweat. He manages to push the baby’s head through his cervix, but that only forces it in alongside the plug, making him wail as the plug wedges at an angle against the wall of his birth canal, straining it well beyond its ability and forcing his opening to stretch abruptly to the left.
“AUGH!” He sounds like a kicked dog, his voice coming in rasping barks and whines. “Fuck, I need it out, I need it out, the head, the head—!”
“Aw,” says the CFO, pulling out of the drooling minor exec who’s been choking on his cock, “it’s okay if you can’t do it. You should have told me it was too big.”
He pants, feeling the part of the child still in his womb bounce with his aching abdominal muscles. His cunt twitches futilely. Then, when a contraction comes, he tucks his chin to his chest and lows as he pushes with everything he’s got. The plug surges inside him, straining at his entrance for a second, two, three…
“AaaaaAAAAUGH!” A throat-tearing scream busts out of him just as the plug does. The hunk of silicone makes a thunderous noise when it hits the floor, and people around the room gasp and marvel at the sight of it.
The CFO laughs in delight and calls him a good boy, and he only half-listens, because the shoulders of his final baby just spread his cervix and the head is heavy in his cunt. After so much stimulation, the pressure of the skull on his gspot makes his cock so hard it stings.
“Ohhhhh…” he starts to rock on his hands and knees, swiveling his hips around. “Oh, please. I need it. There, there, there—“ he babbles desperately to his own body as he tries to position it just right, chasing that swelling, pulling feeling beneath the pain, that release just a breath away…
He contracts and screams as he pushes the head to a crown. “I’m so full,” he groans, “so full.” He hears exclamations and expletives as everyone looks at his swollen pussy framing the perfect circle of the emerging head. “So full, the pressure, it’s so, it’s so…” He goes down on his elbows and keeps rocking, moaning brokenly as the position piles pressure on his gspot. His cock is a burning, pulsing point of sensation.
“Ohhhh here it comes, here it comes, I’m gonna push it out, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—!” He goes lightheaded with effort and feels his cunt budge the head as it clenches, his cock tingling, and-
The sudden relief of birthing the head tips him over the edge, and he screams as he cums, rutting weakly in the air as his twitching cock goes overstimulated and untouched. It keeps washing over him, making him twist and grip at the carpet and keep pushing, and with a surge of agony and unbearable pleasure, he thrusts his hips back and cums out the shoulders.
He collapses with the baby still halfway in his cunt, eyelids fluttering, whole body pulsing. People are speaking to him, but he ignores them for the moment to enjoy the aftershocks; after all, his paternity leave has officially started.
I know, I know, the title is too lazy but I can't help it lol I waited for this moment for a while lol Well, I hope y'all enjoy reading this short entry this week. I'd love to hear your thoughts!
Word Count: 2391 words
Summary: A husband births a massive baby but is far from relieved, and his partner has exactly one idea about what to do about that.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Mpreg, anal birth...
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straight down to where his cock was pressing hard and insistent against the inside of his thigh.
Jung threw his head back and roared, the sound filling the room, his whole body straining and trembling, his cock standing rigid against his belly now, flushed dark and leaking in a near-continuous thread, and Kyle looked down and watched Jung's ass open around the baby's head, slow and grinding and inevitable, the baby's face turned upward, features scrunched and still, a thick rush of fluid escaping around the crown and running hot over Kyle's hands.
The nose emerged from Jung's stretched and reddened ass, then the lips, pressed together and perfect. Then the chin, and then with a wet, squelching rush that sent fluid spraying across Kyle's chest and thighs, the entire head slid free into his waiting hands, enormous and cone-shaped and covered in thick dark hair, so heavy that Kyle had to use both hands immediately to support it.
His cock jerked hard against his thigh.
Jung's scream dissolved into a sob.
"Haaaaaaah– hoo hoo– oh god– oh god–"
"The head is out," Kyle said, his voice cracking. "Jung. The head is out."
Jung lifted his head from the mattress and looked down at Kyle's hands and at his own cock still thick and flushed and leaking against his belly and made a sound that had no name.
Kyle kept both palms cupped beneath the baby's head where it hung heavy and still from Jung's ass, the rim of him stretched wide around the neck, and looked at his husband's face, flushed and soaked and absolutely wrecked with effort, and then looked back down at what was in his hands, and everything he had been keeping a lid on for the past three hours caught up with him all at once.
"One more," he said. "The shoulders. One more big one."
Jung pulled in a breath that shook all the way down.
"HNNNNGGGHHHHAAAAAA–"
The first shoulder came with a pop that made Jung cry out sharply, his back arching clean off the mattress, his cock slapping hard against the deflating curve of his belly.
"NNNGGHHAAAAHHH– oh– OH– hoo hoo hoo– Kyle–"
Kyle guided it up and then down and felt the second shoulder follow, and then the rest of the body came in a long, warm, gushing slide that seemed to go on far longer than was possible, the baby enormous and slippery and solid in his hands, more weight than he was prepared for even knowing what was coming.
"Hnnnngh... hoo hoo... hnnnngh..."
Jung's ass released him inch by inch in a last long squelching rush of fluid that soaked the sheets and ran down Kyle's arms to his elbows.
"HNNNNGGGHHHHAAAAAA–"
Kyle caught every inch of him.
The baby landed in his arms purple and silent and absolutely massive, thighs like a toddler, chest broad and round, the cord trailing back between Jung's trembling legs to where his ass still gaped open and glistening from the effort of the last few hours.
For one terrible second nothing happened and Kyle's heart stopped completely.
“Oh my god!” Jung nervously exclaimed, “Is it okay? Is he breathing?”
“Come on, baby.” Kyle said under his breath as he turned the baby downward facing the floor and rubbing and patting its back.
And then the baby opened his mouth.
The sound that came out of him was not a cry so much as a declaration, full-throated and furious and so loud that Jung laughed out loud, a broken, exhausted, disbelieving sound that shook his entire body.
"Haaaah... oh god... hoo hoo... oh my god..."
Kyle placed the baby on Jung's chest without a word, and Jung's arms came around him immediately, pulling him close, pressing his face into the top of the baby's wet dark hair while his chest heaved and his cock lay thick and flushed and insistently hard against the lower curve of his still-round belly.
"Oh baby, that was scary," Kyle said, rubbing Jung’s visibly deflated belly as Jung brought the baby to his now leaking breast. “Oh, what do we have here?” He playfully asked, his hand gently rubbing Jung’s still hard cock.
"Hnngh..." Jung exhaled, long and shaking, his hips shifting against the mattress. "Kyle."
“Yes, babe?”
"I need–" Jung's breath hitched. "I need you to do something about that."
Kyle looked at his husband's cock, flushed dark and slick and so obviously aching that it was almost painful to look at, and then looked at his own, which had been in exactly the same condition for the better part of an hour, and almost laughed.
"I have an idea," he said.
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Victoria and Elizabeth held Monica's hands as Sarah rubbed her contracting belly. Monica desperately spread her legs wider on the large bed. She looked with begging eyes at Sarah. She was needing Sarah to massage her sensitive spot. She was aching wildly to feel some relief from her present agony of pushing her gigantic baby through crowning.
"Oh please do something. I need to feel something other the pain right now. Oh please hurry! I can feel another big push coming on fast!"
Sarah smiled as she slowly lowered her hand between her birthing friend's legs. She gently began to squeeze her swelling point between firm finger tips. Monica panted heavily with rapid moaning. As Sarah increased her attention, the louder the moaning grew.
"Oh that is the spot, Monica. Right? Enjoy it! When the next contraction comes, push with it. You will feel the pressure as well as the pleasure of crowning!"
Forcing it down with all her strength, Laura violently shook as she gave in the biggest push yet. She bore down hard on the enormous crowning head between her firey lips. She strained as long as she could before pushing again. The pressure was brutal. The size was overwhelming. Laura had no idea if she could birth it on her own.
"Come on, my dear! You have to fight the pain and push it out! It needs to be born. You are a strong one! Don't give up now!" The experienced midwife encouraged her strenuous efforts.
Laura could feel it coming faster and faster. The painful surges were relentless. She yelled and pushed harder and with full drermination. It was so close now. Her entire body was forcing her to deliver her baby. She spread her legs wider and bore down again. Her dampness clung to her nightgown. Laura was delirious with pain and exhaustion.
"Its coming! Oh its coming RIGHT NOW! I HAVE TO PUSH!"
Laura lost all control as she bore down into the most intense contraction yet. She roared and erupted violently against the platform. The head split forward and crowned in one powerful effort. Laura kept focused and pushing. With all her might, she shouted in total agony. The rest of the baby exploded! The mother screamed out wildly. The scream grew louder and longer as the entire infant was birthed.
"Come on Amanda, push your baby's head out! Big hard pushing! You can do this! Let's go! Deep breath and PUSH HARD!"
Amanda was struggling with the crowning pressure between her trembling thighs. It was one enormous head! She couldn't believe she had agreed to carry and birth a Giant's offspring. The pain was completely intolerable. The super contractions accompanied with the immense stretching of her theobbing opening was more than unbearable. It was the worst pain she had ever experienced.
The father paced outside the birthing unit, desperate for news. He grabbed one of the delivery doctors as he prepared to enter her birthing OR.
"What is taking so long? Is she alright? I have heard her screams for the last hour!"
The doctor looked at him with sympathy. He told him that they were doing everything possible to deliver the baby safely.
Back in the Birthing OR, suction was being applied to the bulging head. It was stretching just behind the entrance of her folds. The birther was struggling so doctors began to suction through her agonising efforts. Amanda howled and pushed as the head fought to come forward through the narrow opening.
"Its fighting me! It won't come! Oh I have to.....have to......PUSH IT!"
A long bellowing shout echoed around the suite as the head erupted in the biggest crowning position the delivery team had ever seen.....
Amanda convulsed as her body forced down with another brutal expelling effort. The head barrelled through her with a violent explosion. She cried and pushed harder and faster. Her cries were pure agony as her full primal instincts took over. The baby kept birthing through her until the father heard the sweet sound of a healthy wailing baby!
He held his breath as staff hurried to the hall to announce the birth of his child. He smiled weakly as he enquired about Amanda.
"Weak but strong! She seemed to smile when it was out! I think she is keen to do it again very soon!" The delivery nurse looked at the Giant and gave him a wicked wink.
I knoooow the posting schedule is out of whack! But thank you for still being here, bunnies! 🤗 Here is my entry for week 68. I hope you're all doing well. I'm happy to report that I am surprisingly doing better, but still not back home. I am, however, having more ideas than I had in months for stories over here. I just wish sometimes I could type faster lol Hope y'all enjoy this short entry.
Word count: 2078 words
Summary: Overdue and completely alone, a first-time mother goes into labor and gets far more than she bargained for.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit depictions of pregnancy, labor, and birth. Unassisted solo birth, first-time mother, surprise twins...
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She shifted onto her back against the hallway wall, knees drawn up and falling open because there was nothing else they could do, her nightgown hiked up around her waist and pulling her soaked panties off.
The mirror was directly in front of her and she had already stopped pretending she wasn't looking at it, watching the reflection of her own body with a focus that surprised her even through the pain.
The pressure between her thighs had become something beyond pressure almost immediately, a full, insistent, outward-pushing force that made her reach down without thinking, her fingers finding the stretched, swollen heat of herself and tracing carefully around the small, tight opening where the very top of the baby's head was already pressing through.\
"Oh god," she breathed, staring at her own reflection. "Oh god, you are enormous."
She was so stretched. So unbearably, impossibly stretched, and the head had barely started.
She bore down hard, her chin dropping to her chest, both hands gripping the undersides of her thighs and hauling them back as far as they would go.
"Haaaah... hoo hoo... haaaah... hhhhh..."
In the mirror she watched the opening stretch wider, the teardrop shape forming slowly and then holding as she pushed, the top of the head pressing through and then easing back as the contraction peaked.
The burn was extraordinary, a hot, searing ring that made her toes curl against the floor, and she breathed through it in long, controlled streams between pushes because her body was not offering her a choice.
"Haaaah... hhhhhh... come on... hoo hoo... come ON–"
Each contraction stretched her a fraction further, her body learning the size of what it was working with and negotiating accordingly, the teardrop shape in the mirror growing wider and more insistent with every push.
"HNNNNGGGHH– fuck– FFFUCK– hoo hoo hoo– haaaah–"
On the next contraction she pushed longer and harder than anything before it, her whole body straining forward, and the head came to a nearly full crown, the widest point of it breaching and holding, the skin around it stretched so white and so taut that she could see every detail of it in the mirror with a clarity that made her breath catch even through the pain.
She held the push as the wave ebbed, refusing to let the head retreat, breathing in short, sharp bursts through her nose.
"Hhhh– hhhh– hhhh– don't you go back, don't you dare go back– hhhh– hhhh–"
The next wave came fast and she rode it all the way to the top, bearing down with a sound that started low in her chest and climbed, and the head crowned fully, the entire crown of it bulging out of her in a slow, wet, squelching bloom that made her cry out and grip her own thigh hard enough to leave marks.
"NNNNGGGHHHAAAA– oh– OH– hoo hoo hoo– oh my god–"
She reached down and cupped it with both hands.
"How," she said, out loud. "How are you this big?"
Another contraction crested far too quickly than she had expected. It’s more insistent now that the head is almost fully out, as if it cannot wait to be expelled from her now bulged out dripping pussy.
The head came free in a gush of fluid so forceful it sprayed the mirror, amniotic fluid running freely down the hardwood floor beneath her, and Rachel collapsed back against the wall with the baby's head cradled in both her hands and her chest heaving and her whole body shaking.
She looked at herself, at the sheer scale of what had just come out of her, and laughed, a short, broken, disbelieving sound.
She had barely caught her breath when the next massive contraction hit her.
"HNNNNGGGHH– oh shit– hoo hoo hoo– NNNGGHHAAA–"
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She was squatting in a janitors closet at school, hovering over a bucket. Her belly clamped down hard, and the poor thing couldn't help but give in to the deep, overwhelming, primal need to get this thing out of her body.
She could feel it moving. Spreading her inside, the sensation something she never could have prepared for. She didn't want this, never asked for this, never wanted to experience this nightmare. After watching her mom give birth, the student had sworn to herself that she would never, ever get pregnant, would never even risk it.
Then she found out she didn't have a choice. The only reason that wasn't the worst day of her life was because today had easily beaten it. She couldn't get on birth control before she was violated by her gym teacher. Couldn't safely get an abortion once she knew it was inside her. Didn't have any choice but to let it happen. Let the result of that assault continue to violate her more and more, day by day, as it only got harder to hide.
But today. Today it was finally over. Or it would be, soon. Just a bit more, and this nightmare would just be a memory.
An ugly, guttural grunt forced its way up from her chest, barely held back and rumbling in her throat. Her crotch started to bulge, she felt the burn of her lips spreading. It was so much worse than she could have imagined, the feeling of her body succumbing to that horrible man's genetics. The reward her body had grown against her will for violating her emerging from her most intimate, most sensitive place. Like this piece of him was taking advantage of her, using her all over again, like it had never fully stopped.
Her fingers gripped her thighs hard enough to cut through skin. It was just so much, her thoughts blurred, narrowed, until only the need to push, to get this bastard OUT was all that was left.
Every time she gave in opened her vagina wider. She didn't want this. It wasn't fair! She didn't want this little parasite! It burned more, spreading her, she could feel her fluids dribbling out of her, hear them trickling into the bucket as the massive head inched down with each contraction.
She'd begged him to pull out. Told him she wasn't on birth control, it only seemed to excite him more. She still saw him learning at her every time she waddled passed him in the hall. She had realized her parents might force her to marry him if they found out. That was when she'd decided nobody could know.
It hurt. It was so bad, she had prayed every night, since she made the promise to herself, that she never had to experience this hell, never had to feel a new life emerging from inside her. But it meant nothing. Everything she wanted, feared, strived for, meant nothing. Not in this moment.
All there was now was the need to push. To birth. To get this little brat out. She couldn't stifle the moan of relief as the head gushed out, tears running down her face. Her instincts told her to touch it, to cradle the head. She refused. Focused on herself, her body, her plans and needs and wants. She wouldn't let this monstrous man shackle her to this permanent combination of the two of them.
The need came once more. Stomach churning as the baby rotated. Then...
God. The rush. The wet, slick heat of the whole baby just... Falling out of her. Slimy cord brushing her thighs, making her shudder. That wet little cry.
Just a bit more. The placenta was out not long after. Finally, finally that connection between them broken. This parasite wouldn't feed off her anymore, even as her swollen breasts steadily leaked into her uniform. She had a spare in her gym locker, she would go there and change, hopefully nobody saw her.
Her legs were shaky as she left the little closet. All she wanted to do was go to sleep, but she still had at least two more classes to attend, even though her crotch was throbbing, making a mess in the period panties she'd grabbed when she left home.
The cries were muffled once the door was closed. It was someone else's problem.
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A cool breeze sweeps over me as I grip tightly to your solid arms wrapped around me. My massive core is pressing down in front of me as we lie on our large bed together. I lean back against your huge frame as my body slowly starts to twist. I breath in and out, trying to get comfortable as the twisting grows harder and stronger. I clutch onto your muscular wrists, breathing and moaning slowly. I squeeze my eyes close as my body starts to fight the growing tension. The pulsating sensation spreads and strengthens as I start to groan with the mounting force.
The throbbing continues to spread downwards, expanding rapidly. I groan louder and heavier as the pulsating suddenly turns violent. The painful pressure slams through me causing a massive cry to rocket outwards.
I lean forward, gasping and clawing at your arms to keep me anchored into place. The pounding between my thighs is now constantly aching. I cry out again, grunting wildly! I toss and twist, feeling my body losing the fight to control the horrific torture. I pant heavily over and over, losing all sense of reason. The only focus I have now is your gigantic frame holding me down.
The sudden peak comes without warning. My pregnant belly contracts with the most powerful surge yet. I howl and bear down with all my will power. I push, yelling out wildly. I hiss and throw my head back against your bare shoulder as I feel the crown thrust forward at my folds. I can't stop to think about the sharp, stinging pain. My body wants me to push again and harder. I push hard and long. My pushing releases wild grunting cries that fill the room. My efforts grow primal and completely out of this world.
I push down, the most tortuous agony fills my entrance as my folds open around the unnaturally large crown. You hug me firmly, whispering your encouragement. Your words reach my ears despite my suffering. Without you, I would be lost at this point.
I push again! I squeeze down, straining with ALL of my power. I grunt out and push harder, screaming as the crown fills and pounds and separates my folds. I need to keep going. I want to stop this torture. I have to do something to stop this horrific pain. I have to push .... push.....push.....get it out.....right now.....getting it out......RIGHT NOW!
I roar! I push as my body convulses in a new unstoppable pattern. I am pushing! I am crying and pounding wildly. I am bearing down without any way of pausing. I clutch your lower arms in a death grip. I am pushing. I am birthing. I am giving birth!
I lose all sense of time as I feel the force of the crown thrusting through me. I am howling out at the top.of my lungs as I continously bear downwards. The fullness is completely unimaginable. The heaviness fills my entire cavity. I am ready to squeeze it fully out of me.
I ROAR! I PUSH! I HOWL! I PUSH! I CRY! I PUSH!
The most powerful eruption releases at my opening. My folds erupt outwards as I birth the head in the longest, loudest scream ever! I keep pushing and roaring as your massive baby finally arrives between my legs!
It is out! It is finally out! Shaking, you hold me and the mega infant whispering your promise to have me do this again but next time, bigger than the first!
The sharpest of pains drew Jasmine out of a deep sleep. She shot upwards, gripping her huge belly, gasping for breath. She tried to steady herself but another powerful pain wrapped around her massive core. Heavy panting and rocking against the mattress, Jasmine tried to remember how to breath through her labor pains. The classes she had taken didn't prepare her for this type of painful surges. They were coming too rapidly for logic thinking. Jasmine gripped the sheets and desperately clawed for her mobile phone. She dialled the number for immediate assistance. This baby was coming fast!
"We have another one that is in active labour! Cubicle 3! Fully dilated and pushing hard!"
Jasmine gripped the midwife's hands and grunted harder. The pressure was incredible. The fullness between her aching lips was relentless. She squeezed her eyes closed and pushed as hard as she could. She had no idea that birthing was going to be this agonising. The doctor between her legs told her to focus and keep pushing.
"Whatever you do, just keep pushing it down! It will come! Just keep going! You will deliver it!"
Jasmine cried out as the dome pumped forward as it tried to crown through her narrow opening. Frantic efforts filled the cubicle as the birther fought hard with her difficult labor. Sounds of other women in labor echoed around the unit. They were all trying to birth at the same time. They were all desperate to deliver their massive babies as well.
An excruciating hour later, Jasmine was still straining with all her might. The doctor was urging her to push harder, using all her strength. The head was pressing closer to a peak crown. Jasmine was shaking wildly. With the next extremely strong push, there was finally a massive shift. The pressure elevated rapidly. The birther gasped and screamed loudly. The need to push became totally uncontrollable. Jasmine yelled again and PUSHED!
The gigantic head erupted through her with incredible force. The rest of the baby came just as swiftly. The birther roared out at the top of her lungs along with similar cries of birthing events around Jasmine. One by one, screams of birth exploded around the unit as the rest of group of women in labour delivered their enormous babies.
