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- @distended-domes

Traffic was slow and silent that day. Stan and Elijah sat bumper to bumper as they had been since Stan’s water broke on their driveway. A sharp inhale brought Elijah’s hand to the top of Stan’s belly.

“Fuck they’re getting worse, how-ugh-how far is the hospital?” He shook with every word, feeling every muscle in his abdomen tighten more and more.

“30 minutes… but the gps tacked an hour onto that so we’ll see.”

“Uh ahhh fuckkkk I can’t do this, it hurts so bad.” Elijah stroked his cheek, waiting for the contraction to give way.

“It hasn’t been that long, I’m sure you still have time.” But it lasted even longer than the last one, and he had even less time until the next one.

“I can’t do this… I can’t do this… I-I think I need to push.” But Stan knew he needed to push. He’d managed to ignore it for a while but it only got worse.

“No. No! We need to get to the hospital I mean look at you! You’re massive and overdue, what if you need a c-section?” Stan cried out, gripping onto the car door and Elijah’s shoulder. He couldn’t think about the worst case scenarios and he couldn’t think about c-sections, all he could think about was pushing.

“It’s coming! I’m pushing! I-I-I can’t stop!” Stan bore down long and hard. He couldn’t hear Elijah telling him to try and hold back, he didn’t see his pussy already bulging in his tight boxer briefs trying to make room for the first kid, and he didn’t notice Elijah pulling over.

“Baby… this can’t happen in the car.” Elijah looked at him fearfully. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it was going to suck.

“I can’t stop… the pressure is so much, and I can’t deny this urge.” Stan threw his head back, knowing it wouldn’t be long before the feeling returned.

“Listen… there are some things we can do to stop it from happening-“

“Yes. Whatever it is just… yes. I can’t have this baby in the car, it hurts so bad and I’m so big.” Stan had pondered whether or not twins would be easier than delivering the belly he perceived as one giant kid, but he’d convinced himself it was just one baby, big enough to break him

Elijah reached into the back and pulled out a bag. In it, some toys. Stan knew what had to happen.

“Ok, your boxers are very, very tight. I think… if you can’t stop yourself from pushing they should stop it. If not…” Elijah pulled out a smooth, squishy plug and a chastity belt.

Stan gritted his teeth and scrunched his face up. “Please… drive.” He did his best to stop himself from pushing. It was agony, and every minute; every contraction, the pressure was more and more and more. He was already miserable by the time Elijah managed to get back on the road, but he was fully immersed in his own determination not to push by the time the car made it two feet. “I can’t do it… I’m so sorry baby.” Stan groaned and gave in, but Elijah wasn’t mad. He was terrified, but he wasn’t mad. After Stan finally released the push he looked down. His pussy was still bulging like crazy, but now the slit was solid.

“Ok love he’s teardropping. Do you think you can try and hold back again?” Stan closed his eyes tight and tried, but he felt the baby beginning to crown. He shook his head aggressively. “Ok hon… don’t be mad.” Stan looked at him teary eyed and watched his hand find the scalp. His fingers spread around his stretched lips and bulging head and slowly began to apply pressure.

“Ahhhhhh! It hurts! D-don’t stop!” Stan couldn’t even make any noise to deliver the feeling of his own progress being ruined. Every millimeter made him want to push exponentially more, but he knew he couldn’t. Slowly and strenuously he brought his hands to his waistband and tried to peel the soaked underwear off. Elijah stopped for only a moment to bring them to his knees and Stan was forced to hold the descending head in place. Before he knew it, there was a plug in his fluttering hole.

“I’m sorry baby we just-“

“No. I can’t have this baby in a car. You’re helping.” Stan’s words descended into a whine, and he felt his body trying to get it out. Elijah could see him shaking, and he saw his cunt trying to expel the plug. He put a hand on it and kissed his lover. They locked eyes and Stan cried out. “It wants out! I’m trying to so hard!” Stan began to cry and Elijah wiped the tears away.

“We can try the belt… it would let it move down a bit.” Stan swallowed hard and nodded. He gritted his teeth and held onto Elijah’s shoulder hard as he moved his hand away. With a pop the plug came out and you could see the head attempting to barrel down. Elijah managed to get the front of the belt on, and Stan sobbed as he sat up for the latch in the back

Stan began to giggle slightly through his sobs. “I think… I’m more upset about not being able to see it than I am about not being able to push.” Elijah burst out laughing and put his arm around him, planting a loving kiss on his cheek.

“We’re going to spend lots of time with this little one don’t you worry. You can stare at the top of its head for as long as you’d like.” Stan still felt miserable, sore, and desperate to push, but things weren’t so bad when he had Elijah with him.

“Oh fuck. Ohhh hmmmm… I’m not… gonna…” Stan closed his eyes and batted at Elijah for a hand to squeeze. He gave it, happily, and encouraged his husband.

“Don’t talk. Just focus. You can do this.” Stan’s chest heaved as the contraction ended after a few minutes.

“I can’t do it… it’s too low… it burns so fucking much Eli.” Stan whined as the next one followed almost immediately. “It’s trying to get out, I can’t do it! Please… please just let me.”

Elijah stopped for a second and pondered before regaining his consciousness. “Stan, baby, the hospital will be so much safer. I just… need you to be ok.”

“Aggghh… Elijah that’s very sweet, but - Ugh FUCK - I will be ok once I get it out.” Stan threw his hands up and gripped his headrest with all his might. “Fuck why did it happen so fast? I thought - aaaahhhhgg noooo - I thought it was supposed to take days the first time! OW SHIT!” The only two thoughts in Stan’s head were ‘don’t push’ and ‘holy fuck let me push’.

“But, b-but…”

“I’ve had my exposed pussy on this seat the whole time, except for when I had sex toys in or on it! Pull ovaaahahaahhhh.” Elijah did as he was told. “Hurry up and get this off me!!” Stan shook as he lifted himself so he could be freed, and the second the two saw the head stretching Stan’s lips he bore down. Almost immediately the head was out.

“Oh my god you’re doing it! Keep pushing.” Elijah unbuckled and kneeled on his seat to ensure that he had a good angle.

“Fuck! Oh my god it hurts so bad but I’m so glad I’m pushing!” Elijah kissed the top of Stan’s head as he bore down. Even though he whole head was free it was still big enough that the skin of Stan’s delicate cunt was white. It bobbed back and forth, the shoulders inching out ever so slowly but never being allowed their full width.

“Take a break love, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Let your hole adjust.” Stan stopped but sobbed loudly.

“I can’t do it! I just… can’t! Why won’t it get out!” Stan writhed in his seat, holding the head and daring himself to pull it out. Elijah put a hand on top of his.

“It’s ok. There is no one in this world who I trust to have a baby in a car more than you. You’re strong, and handsome, and smart, and…” Stan stopped listening and started pushing, he was desperate, “and I know you didn’t want to be pregnant, and I know that you were more sick about growing a person than you were morning sick, and I know that no one has ever tried harder to have a baby than you have, and I know I’ve never been prouder of anyone.” By the time Elijah was done with his speech Stan sat up and lifted the baby up from his seat, both of them crying loudly.

“Thank you… thank you Eli… fuck my pussy hurts so bad.” Stan laughed half heartedly and wiped his face off. He could still feel his contractions ebbing and flowing gently, but he ignored them, certain that they would fade. “I should probably try to push out the afterbirth, right?” Stan was still huffing quietly, but he bore down calmly without disturbing his own stillness.

“Gently my love.” Elijah watched as he did; the seat was fully soaked in birth fluids, and the severed umbilical cord lay limp between Stan’s legs.

“Ugh. Fuck this is heavy.” Stan tried once more and sucked in through his teeth. A strong pain gripped him again. “No. No no no no no no, nooooooowwwwww. T-take him…”

“Why? What’s wrong? It’s not… oh babe.” Stan sobbed once more as he realized what was happening. He pushed and felt movement deep inside of him.

“Hopefully this one will be as fast… I feel so stupid. How did they miss this?” He held onto his armrests as his body forced him to push more. He could feel it sliding into his birth canal.

“I guess it happens sometimes… well now we know why you got so big.” Stan yelped as the contractions peaked right as he had given himself some respite from forcing his second child out.

“I can’t do it again! Aahhhh, nooo get outttt.” Sweat poured down his skin as he pushed and pushed, his husband watching lovingly as he did his best to encourage him.

“You can do it. This is just… two for the price of one!”

“AHHHH FUCK! No! This cost is exponentially worse! I’m so tired.” Stan looked over at Elijah, the only thing giving him strength in that moment.

“It’s ok you’re doing so good. I think I’m starting to see something.” Stan’s pussy has started to bulge, but he was exhausted. His pushes had shortened to only a few mere seconds, and he could barely even feel his body screaming to bear down.

“Fuck I need it out. I think… you might AHHHHHH NOO!” Tears rolled down his cheeks and he pushed down once more, holding his belly and squeezing tight. Elijah looked at him curiously, waiting for his response. “Fuck you might need to help this time.” Stan feel back in his seat defeated. He couldn’t see past his belly still, but he could feel the openness of his cunt.

Elijah watched as Stan pushed frantically in short bursts. It wasn’t until the head sat comfortably in his ruined cunt that he answered. “You want me… to pull?”

Stan nodded as he hit the door flailing during a push. “Y-yes. I can’t do it. It hurts so fucking bad.” Elijah didn’t. He really didn’t, but he was going to. For Stan.

Stan continued to push, grunting, yelling, shaking, and sobbing until the head popped out. “FUCK ELIJAH.” Within seconds Elijah had managed to push his fingers past the stretched and ruined skinned of his husbands hole to hold his fingers under the shoulders. “FUCK FUCK NO STOP STOP STOP!” Elijah didn’t listen and managed to pull out their second child in the midst of Stan’s screams.

I'm swollen and round, my big belly sitting low. Though my womb is warm and safe, it's growing much too cramped, and it's about time for our baby to come into the world.

The contractions hit fast and hard, and with each blinding ache I bury myself in your warm chest for comfort. You kiss my hair, hold my hand and reassure me the whole way through.

"Oh, god.." I moan. I can feel every stretched muscle constricting down, and I can feel just how low the head is sitting already, the way it settles above the bowl of my pelvis. The sensation is more intense than ever, and I toss and turn in distress.

"I know, I know. It's alright, you're doing so good." You attempt to reassure me. "It won't be long now and then the hard part will be over."

The contraction channels downwards and i suddenly feel a sense of urgency accompanying the pressure. "Ahhhnnggh, fuck, I feel like I have to push!"

"Okay, wait wait wait!" You jump up to reposition yourself between my legs, never letting go of my hand. "Let me check-"

"It's too late, I'm fucking puushhhingg!!"

It hits like a freight train, and by the time you've reached inside to check my dilation, I'm already bearing down. You don't find my cervix, anyway; the slick, bulging forebag of my unbroken waters dams the way through.

"It's coming. Ngggh.. It's fucking coming, I can feel the head entering my birth canal. Oh god, help!"

"It's ok, it's ok! You got this! Just take a deep breath and push!"

I push silently, my eyes shut tight and brow furrowing. I gasp and let got, and then push again.

You move down between my legs to watch, stroking my big belly comfortingly.

"Thats it, good boy. Keep going, while you have a contraction!"

I take a deep breath and the next contraction starts. I tremble and brace through it.

"Good boy.. here, open your legs up for the baby to come."

You gently spread my thighs wider and even without pushing, I feel my hips being opened up from the inside by the pressure of the contraction. I whimper and shake, crying out in pain.

"I feel something.." I reach down and touch the veil of membranes beginning to protrude from my slit. "Oh my god, is that him?"

You slip your fingers in underneath to see how far back the head is. "No, that's just your waters, but that means he's moving!"

I sigh and take a deep breath. As the next contraction comes I start pushing slowly. I pause and breathe, and with each push, the sac emerges from my opening lips.

"Alright, I need you to give me a big one here, alright? Okay, on three. 1.. 2.. 3.. PUSH! Yeah! Big push!!"

I brace and bear down hard with your instruction. "Push push push!"

You watch as the sac becomes more and more taut as it reaches its limit, the membrane stretching thin around the milky fluid within. Just as you think it ought to break any moment, it bursts from just below my clit. I moan at the sudden release of pressure as the water gushes out of my birth canal, surging out through my slit and pooling onto the towels beneath my hips with a splash.

Now you reach inside again and finally feel the head for the first time.

"Good job, there he is! I can feel him!"

I on the other hand am very, very aware of the position of the head inside me. The release of pressure doesn't last, and the tide lurches the head forward to sit firmly inside the narrow of my pelvis. The pain and intensity is immense, I can't even speak through it.

"Hey. Hey." You take my hand. "You need to breathe, long and slow okay? Take a good slow breath for the baby."

I nod and oblige, but it's not long before the contraction returns in force, and with it, the unbearable urge to push. "Nnnghh.. I need him out of my belly.."

"Alright, here we go again." You say, gently running a hand over the bottom of my belly. I'm already pushing, but you continue to reinforce me. "Come on, push push push!"

"Holy fuck! Unfhhhhh- Aaaaghh! Fuck, I have to give birth!"

"You're doing great, i can see hair! I can see the head!"

I grip at my belly as I push. The baby feels so fucking big, stretching me to the bone, unfolding me so agonizingly in its inescapable fate to be born.

"Push! Push!"

My muscles strain, I shake with the effort. Deep in the throes of labour I push, push, bearing down through the pain. The head comes into view but momentarily, and then retreats back inside the moment I stop pushing.

"Keep those legs spread, babe. You can do it. He's coming!"

It's so constant I can't stop. There's nothing but pressure and pushing, through the feeling of that excruciating stretch. I make progress with every push, my pussy opening slowly but surely.

"Nhhhh.. nnnggghhhh.. gaaaaaaahhhh...!" I moan through the pain.

The head begins to crown bit by bit between my legs with each desperate push.

"Keep pushing! Keep pushing! He's almost here!"

The head slowly approaches the crown, having been pushed all the way through my hips and now bulging out my slick, swollen entrance.

"There you go, you're pushing so good! Your baby's crowning, and you're stretching so well.

There's no stopping it now. I gasp and pant, eyes gaping as I'm blinded by the pain. My pussy stretches to its limit around the huge head, and with one more big push, the nose and chin slip out as the head is born into your waiting hands. You promptly check for the cord, which thankfully isn't around the baby's neck.

My whole birth canal is stretched from the inside out around the rest of the body and I feel the shoulders rotate inside me.

I pant and pant for a moment, and it isn't long before the next desperate contraction. Now is the final stretch.

I push and push, the head wobbles between my legs but doesn't budge. The pain and pressure are immense. The stretching feeling is different, deeper, but what I feel is fullness - so much fullness as the baby's entire body transits my body through my pussy.

"Aghhh, fuck, I can't! It's too much! Get him out of me!"

"No, you have to do it. You can do it! You're doing great!"

"I- can't.."

"Take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Now PUSH. PUSH! You have to push your baby out!

"AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!"

You push back my thighs with each hand as I bear down, trying to open my pelvis and free the shoulders. Again the head wobbles from the strain but makes no progress towards being born.

"It's stuck, it's stuck!! I can't get him out! Help me, help me I need to birth him!"

You feel around the head and slip your fingers in under my clit and deeper inside. I moan as you finger my poor, swollen, birthing pussy. You don't find the shoulders, like you expected, but manage to hook your finger around an arm.

"Okay, I've got it! Push! Push for me!"

"Nnnnnghh- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I scream in pain as my hole opens wider as I push. This gives you the perfect opportunity to pull the arm free, sweeping it down over the baby's face.

"That's it! He's coming! Come on, big push! One more big push! PUSH!"

I throw back my head and roar, pushing as hard as I can. You pull and pull, and the rest of the baby begins to slide free of my pussy. With a sudden gush the other arm pops free, born up to the waist. I feel the relief wash over me.

I stop for a moment and breathe, the baby halfway out between my legs beginning to sputter and cry. "You did it!" you cheer. "There's our baby, he's finally here!"

"That's it, love. Keep going!"

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!"

- 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.

"I would hate to have to push it back in..."

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.

“O-Oh.!!! Oh marshmallows it’s..! It’s commmMmmiNNGGG MROOOOOOO!”

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.

You are staring wildly at the ceiling as your panting increases louder and longer.

Your grip is clutching at the pillows as more cold sweat runs through your hair and down your neck.

Moaning turns to cries of agony as you toss and twist against the damp sheets.

Frantic attempts to breath and pant together becomes more intense and out of control.

Painful whimpering accompanied with shout, sharp cries as the painful contractions thump downwards.

fingering, moaning, slow crowning, mom has to change positions, panting

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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.

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...

I've posted the full uncensored warnings in the Vault to make sure this update doesn't go against the community guidelines of Tumblr ^_^

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.

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.

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...

I've posted the full uncensored warnings in the Vault to make sure this update doesn't go against the community guidelines of Tumblr ^_^

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.