I love your stories so much so I made a little one for you I hope you enjoy it 💗
#mpreg
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In the gentle lull of the palace at night there was seldom usually any noise besides the faint steps of the guards patrolling the corridors or the faint moans and whimpers of the royals behind closed doors as they were bred by their spouses, a duty rather than a pleasure their partners sought at night.
Tonight however as the guards patrolled through the halls, faint primal groans and screams could be heard through the doors, a sound the guards knew to ignore as it had been announced that the young prince Lukas had gone into labour at long last.
The patrolling guards gave a nod to the stationary guards who stood outside the prince’s door. Stoic as they heard the young prince scream and whimper, knowing the young royal was merely doing his duty. They had stood guard here many a time previously, hearing the sound of the prince’s delicate moans as his lord husband, a brutish warrior had pounded into him roughly.
They knew, the prince’s moans either pained or full of pleasure, was always a matter of duty.
***
Inside the room, there was a bustle of activity as doctors and attendants surrounded the bed, all eyes on the prince in the centre of the room. Prince Lukas lay at the very centre of the room, his naked form trembling violently in pain as he groaned through each contraction. His legs held open and spread wide by 2 attendants, his wrists pined above his head and tied to the headboard to avoid inconveniencing the doctors work who was kneeled between the prince’s legs, hands gently cupping at the prince’s bulging hole.
“I-I can’t do this… I can’t aaahhh it’s coming, it’s coming please!” The prince’s pleas devolved into screams as he pushed.
“ARGHHHH NOOOO PLEASE!!!” the prince let out a mighty scream as he pushed, his frame shuddering in effort.
The doctor gently hummed once the contraction had passed, observing as the prince gasped and sobbed on the bed, his spread thighs which were being restrained by his attendant’s hands, trembling in effort.
“Very good my prince, you’re crowning now a few more pushes and the babe will be here soon.” The doctor encouraged as the prince let out a dazed and pained noise of assent, head collapsing back on the bed as he awaited the next contraction.
Despite it soothing the prince, the doctor gave a subtle glance at the attendants as they eyed at the prince’s hole, bulging and red as the baby’s head forcefully kept it spread open. The doctors hand gently pressing at the prince’s perineum to staunch any inevitable tears.
Despite his status prince Lukas was delicate of frame and somewhat meek, the doctor worried the prince’s body wouldn’t be able to cope once the shoulders passed. But alas there was little they could do.
The next contraction came suddenly, the prince’s frame scrunching in pain as he let out a primal scream as he pushed.
“ARGHHH GOD IT’S BURNING!!” The doctor ignored the prince’s cries as he encouraged the prince to push.
“Keep pushing my prince, don’t stop.”
“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE ARGHHHH!!”
the prince’s body convulsed as the shoulders began to pass, the attendants suddenly pulling the prince’s legs back even wider.
There was so much happening at once, then nothing…
The prince collapsed back on the bed dazed, the faint sound of a baby’s cries filled the air.
“Congratulations my prince a healthy baby boy, large too over 10lbs, your husband will no doubt be pleased.” The doctor praised as the baby was gently placed on the prince’s chest who sobbed in exhaustion and pride.
He had done his duty.
***
It was around half an hour later that the prince’s husband strode in, a handsome boyish grin on his rugged face as he stared at the baby who slept on the prince’s chest.
“A son, you’ve given me a son.” The prince’s lord husband gently praised, hand gently soothing the prince’s short untamed curls as he stared down at the baby.
“T-thank you my lord.” Prince Lukas said softly. Voice weak and thready from his earlier pained screaming.
His husband, who was known for his brutish and domineering nature gave an uncharacteristic kiss to his husband, soft and affectionate.
“You did very well my darling boy, I have no doubt you will birth me a hoard of sons and daughters soon enough hmm?”
The prince nodded, obedient and loyal as was expected.
“Good boy.”
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Fffffuck this is everything! The struggle, the romance, the setting. Also very good writing. Thank you so much for the gift! ^_^ 🧡
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Poor little bird-folk who has a condition that makes their eggs grow unusually large. It means they almost always get egg bound and spend days laying a clutch when all their friends do it in an afternoon. It doesn't help that they're small and slight with narrow hips that strain against every huge egg.
As they get closer to laying their stomach swells up immensely, looking ridiculous on their small frame. Everyone else they know gets a regular, manageable bump in the weeks before they lay. Usually only restricting their movements in the last few days. But their stomach is huge and obvious and horribly sore for weeks. They spend almost a month too heavy to fly and by the last week they can barely walk. You would think that going through this every year would mean they're used to it, but every time they are caught off guard by how heavy and sore and uncomfortable their giant eggs make them. Their fragile pelvis wasn't made to carry so much weight. Their skin stretches so far that they start to lose feathers on their belly and red, angry stretch marks are visible on the exposed skin. It's miserable but they know the worst is still yet to come.
Their body is designed to lay quickly. Half a day of laboring, an hour of pushing and you've got a clutch. But with their eggs three or four times bigger than they should be that timeline is simply impossible. They dread those first contractions. Once they start they are trapped in a horrible storm as their body shoves the first egg down brutally hard and fast. The pressure in their hips increases ten fold. They squawk and cry, paralyzed by the intensity and trying desperately to find a position that will ease some of the pressure.
It's not long before the tip of the first egg begins to press down through their cloaca. This is when the real trouble starts. They are gripped with the urge to push. The first push begins to stretch their hole, the heavy egg bulging out the skin between their legs, the very tip visible just inside. But there is not enough space. Two, maybe three pushes should be enough for a regular egg. But their egg is so, so big. It gets stuck almost immediately. A few desperate pushes might bring it down just a bit more, enough than the stretch of their cloaca really starts to sting. But then it lodges itself and won't budge no matter how much they push.
No matter how many times they're forced to do this they are always gripped with horrible panic when they realize the egg won't move. The pain of contractions, the spasming of their stretched hole, the mind numbing pressure, all make it impossible to think. They'll thrash and scream, crying that it's stuck! It's stuck! Oh god please, it won't come! By now they know to have a healer on hand. But during their first lay they cried alone for hours, sure they were going to die.
There isn't actually much the healer can do. The bird-folk must now go through a horrible process of slow stretching. The healer takes some oil and rubs it around the rim of their hole, gently stretching the already taught skin, trying to work them open. They moan as their tortured hole is stretched. The burn is constant and terrible and they feel like they could rip open at any second. The healer stretches them and then they are forced to stand on shaking legs and hobble back and forth, bowlegged around their crowning egg. They shift their hips as best they can, trying to work the egg down. They are still beset by contractions and every few the urge to push becomes too great and they have to squat down and push. On every fourth or fifth push the egg will inch out the slightest bit more.
The progress is glacial and agonizing. They are trapped in a desperate cycle. Once they collapse from exhaustion the healer applies more oil, wedging their finger in alongside the egg and making them stretch. Then after a fruitless push or two they are dragged back to their feet. They rock and sway and squat intermittently, pushing and crying, until their legs give out once again and they slump to the ground in an exhausted heap. Then the healer approaches with more oil.
This goes on for hour after miserable hour. Slowly the egg crowns out of their tortured cloaca. The liberal application of oil and constant stretching protects them from tearing but the burn is indescribable. They are stretched so tight around something much bigger than it should be. At a certain point they go numb, their nerves unable to keep up with the stretch.
It's usually at that point that they break down completely, going limp and weeping, saying the egg will never come out, just leave them, they're too tired to push anymore. Every time they're sure this is it, it's over. They just want the pressure and the pain to end but their will is completely broken. The healer lets them cry and writhe through several contractions then hauls them up on their hands and knees, forces some water down their throat, and tells them to get pushing. It's hard but they've done it every year and this won't be the year they die on the healer's watch. Still crying and hiccuping miserably they bear down and push again.
By the next day they are usually close to the widest part of the egg. The end is in sight but still so far away. The cycles of oil, stretching, and pushing have gotten shorter and shorter. They are no longer able to stand, the egg forcing their legs too wide. It looks obscene sticking out of their hole, taking up the entire space between their legs. They alternate between squatting and rocking back and forth on their hands and knees. By now they are in a kind of trance-like state. Their world shrunk down to just the giant egg holding them brutally open. They emit a constant quiet lowing, their broken voice peaking in distress with every push.
Finally after one push they feel it, on instinct they know that one more push will get them past the widest point. They suck in a breath and push with every desperate ounce of strength left in their exhausted body. The egg moves. The pressure gives. In an almost orgasmic gush the egg bursts through and slides out of their spasming hole. They slump to the ground and sob in relief.
They get maybe an hour of rest. Then the pains return and their body starts working the next giant egg down to their hole. They're stretched now so this one will not take quite as long but they still have hours more of pushing ahead. And after that two more eggs lie in wait.
When all of the eggs are finally out they sleep for days, completely drained. The relief of finally being empty is always tainted by the knowledge that they will have to do it all again next year.
A young prince who, as part of a long-standing tradition to avert the destruction of the kingdom, is forced to gestate a dragon's egg. Unfortunately, it takes up his torso, weighs like iron, and is uncomfortably warm at all times, forcing him to refrain from most clothing and to take frequent ice baths.
Oh I like the idea of the egg being made of some kind of metallic shell, it really makes it feel dense and heavy inside his belly. That added with the heat too, the shell is meant to keep the dragon incubating inside insulated and hot, but for the human prince, it feels like his tummy is filled with molten rocks. The further along he gets the hotter the egg burns, leaving him moaning and panting in bed, pinned under the huge weight of the massive egg.
Eventually, he has to stay submerged in an ice bath to keep him from dying of fever. His body gets cold but his belly still burns, leaving him shivering from the ice while his tummy still feels blisteringly hot.
When he goes into labor, the egg is massive, nearly the size of two fully grown babies and weighing almost thirty pounds. Because it's so large, he can't give birth laying down in the ice bath, so he's lifted up so gravity can help pull the egg down. As soon as the servants hoist him up, the egg drops like a boulder into his narrow hips and he shrieks. The sudden shift in weight and the pressure on his pelvis is agonizing, the egg is huge and his body hasn't been able to adjust enough to fit the egg through his small body.
He kicks and thrashes in his servants grip, flailing in the air as he screams and pushes uselessly, but no matter how hard he tries to force the egg out, it's simply far to big. The massive thirty pound egg rams at his hips relentlessly over and over with each vice like contraction, battering his poor body until it breaks its way through, nearly splitting the prince in half. He lets out a strained wail as he feels the bones snap and the egg finally squeezes through and starts to bulge at his hole. Finally the egg is able to be pushed out, but his shattered hips and burning, heaving belly make it so painful to move, the poor prince just can't do it. Instead, his servants must push and squeeze his swollen tummy for him while he sobs and writhes in agony, begging for mercy as his belly is beaten and his hole stretches inhumanly wide around the smouldering egg.
After hours and hours of unimaginable pain, the giant dragon egg is forced from the prince's body, popping out with a sickening gush of hot fluid. At last his labor is over and the kingdom will be safe... until the next threat appears and he's forced to bear another egg......
I’m not really an mpreg person but I’ve got one painful labor/birth delivery story in the archives that some of you might enjoy. Natural multiple birth, long labor, complications. And I am really, truly sorry for all your feeds that I’ve no idea how to do at text cut. Someone tell me? ;)
What Birth Videos Don’t Tell You About Labor and Giving Birth
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart, so good,” Jason cooed as he wiped Bill’s brow with a cool cloth. “You’re almost there, honey. Almost there.”
Bill tried to glare up at his husband but the effect was lost when another powerful contraction hit and his eyes involuntarily clenched shut as he yelped in pain.
He’d been in labor with their twins for twenty-six hours, the last in the dreaded transition phase. He barely had time to take a breath after one contraction before another wracked his tortured body.
He knew he was screaming, knew he wasn’t making sense, and certainly knew he wasn’t being a man about this but he didn’t care. All he could think about was the pain in his uterus, his back, and most alarmingly, in his penis and balls. He couldn’t see them over his gravid belly but he knew they must be swollen to the point of absurdity by the way everything down there felt like it was going to explode and not in a good way.
“Oh, it hurts, God it hurts,” he moaned, turning his head into Jason’s shoulder in a vain attempt to escape somewhere the pressure and burning and throbbing couldn’t find him.
“You’re fully dilated, Mr. Adams,” a disembodied voice said somewhere off to the side. “It’s time to get you ready to push.”
As if saying the words made them true, Bill suddenly felt the baby moving down the birth canal. He was so lost in his misery he couldn’t even lift his legs to help the nurses put them in the stirrups.
He had to find his voice, however, when the agony of the contractions were almost muted by the worst sensation he’d ever felt in his life.
“Oh my God, don’t touch it,” he yelled at the top of his lungs. He let out a sob and somehow found the strength to kick his legs to fight off the attack.
“Now, Mr. Adams, we have to tape your penis to your abdomen so it doesn’t obstruct the birth,” a soothing female voice said from somewhere. He felt hands clutching his torturous erection and then, when another pair accosted his straining balls, his vision greyed and he could feel himself losing the battle to stay conscious.
Jason’s screams about their birth plan and “unnecessary medical torture” just barely registered but his husband’s soothing voice in his ear, promising him he wouldn’t let them cause him any more pain, broke through just as he felt the hands release his tormented appendages.
He didn’t think anything could hurt more than transition but the pressure of the baby’s head forcing a path toward his hole was almost more than he could take. Each contraction shot a sharp pain through his cock but the pushes that abetted that pain, ever so slightly, made it feel like elephants were stomping on his testicles.
“Get it out, please,” he grunted even as he was forced to push again. “I need it out!”
More comforting words from Jason filtered into his consciousness before the burning deprived him of all his other senses.
“You’re bulging, baby, almost there,” Jason exclaimed excitedly. “Open your eyes and look in the mirror, Bill. Oh, honey, you’re doing it, look!”
Bill opened his eyes and almost puked at the image he saw in the glass. His cock was the size and color of an eggplant and his balls looked and felt like two oversized plums ready to burst open. He barely registered the baby’s head peeking out from his vaginal hole so shocked was he at the sudden, searing pain in his ass.
He’d been reading about this for months. Men blessed with a vaginal opening often felt more pain in their ass than men without but that hadn’t really registered until he felt himself being split in two with an axe.
He screamed bloody murder, unaware of any coherent words coming out of his mouth or the work his body was unconsciously doing, until he felt a sharp pop. He heard Jason telling him the head was out but didn’t have time to react before the shoulders were forcing their way into the world as well and it took all of his strength not to pass out on the spot.
Tme slowed down and his senses heightened. He heard Jason and the doctor and the nurses talking but it sounded like they were under water.
It felt like he was watching a movie as he saw the doctor cleaning out his son’s mouth and nose. Jason beamed as their little boy, Jackson was almost certainly going to be his name, was nestled into his arms by a grinning nurse. Distantly, he wanted to hold him too but the mere seconds of relief following his exit had disappeared and the pain was back with a frightening intensity.
“Oh my god,” he yelped, directing all attention back to him. “She’s coming. I feel it, she’s coming, fuck, get her out of me!”
“It’s alright, Mr. Adams, it’s almost over,” the still grinning nurse soothed. She ran a cloth over his face and he whimpered, suddenly terrified the medical staff had no idea what he was going through.
“No, no, this is different,” he managed, “it hurts different. Help me, please, someone help me!”
He felt the doctor’s hand enter him and white spots flashed across his eyes. The fingers moved, probing and he tried to arch his back against the invasion.
“What are you doing to me?!?! Jason, help me, they’re killing me,” he yelled, grasping desperately for his husbands arm. He felt his hand being squeezed and he clutched back with ten times the intensity.
“Mr. Adams,” the doctor said without removing his hand, “your daughter looks like she’s going to be the stubborn one. Her back is toward your opening so I’m going to have to turn her.”
Before Bill could even process the words he felt the doctor’s other hand enter and start moving the baby and this, he’d now decided, was the worst ever. His moans turned to cries and then all out screams as the doctor performed his torture.
It was too much. All too much. His insides being ripped apart. The contractions slamming into him one right after the other. The doctor’s arms hitting his engorged, overwhelmingly sensitve cock and balls as he worked. The crushing pressure on his prostate making that pain even more unbearable by the second.
Bill felt his eyes rolling back in his head and he prayed for unconsciousness.
It didn’t come but he could hear the doctors and nurses voices take on a note of alarm. He saw Jason’s face, blurry above him, and knew he was urging him to hold on even though he couldn’t hear the words. He felt the doctor’s hands leave his body but before he could be grateful another pair landed on his abdomen, grazing the tip of his bloated penis, and started pushing down.
It was then he started begging for death. He’d lost all ability to help get his daughter out and wasn’t surprised when he heard the doctor calling for the vacuum followed by a needle to the skin between his vagina and his ass.
The cut of the scalpel brought him out of his trance and his voice, somehow, miraculously, returned.
“I’m not numb! Oh god, stop cutting me,” he cried out.
Jason looked down at him, alarm darkening his features, but the doctor didn’t seem to care. He kept cutting the episiotomy and Bill once again had to revise his list of what was the most painful thing he’d ever felt.
As soon as the scalpel finished its mutilation, he registered the sensation of the vacuum being placed on his daughters head, the movements tearing his already brutalized opening. The doctor started pulling without even waiting for a contraction and the hands were back on his belly, crushing his insides without care. Each compression sent another flash of agony through his anatomy but he couldn’t do anything other than scream for mercy.
Then came the pop. His daughter hung there between his legs for what seemed like eternity as the doctor removed the vacuum and cleared her passageways. Next was the pulling and the horrible feeling of his baby girl’s shoulders ripping him open for the final time.
The post birth release, as all the websites called it, caught Bill completely by surprise. He’d been half dreading it and half looking forward to it for nine months but he never realized it would happen the second the baby left his body.
It was the hardest orgasm he’d ever had in his life and definitely the most painful. All the hours of baby provided prostate stimulation, all the hormones rushing down there to help with the birth, had caused a buildup of cum so massive it had a hard time coming out at first. He could feel his cock straining and his balls moving on their own even as he arched his back and started howling.
God, this was a mixture of pleasure and pain if there ever was one. He was still contracting and the local anesthetic for the episiotomy had never actually taken effect. Each thrust into the air, movement he couldn’t control so urgent was the force if his cum, sent spikes of pain to so many places he couldn’t ever count them all.
On the other hand, it felt so fucking good. He’d not been aware enough – or too focused on other agonies elsewhere – to realize they’d put some sort of pump on his cock and it was milking him like a farmer’s hand late for a date. At some point the nurse, the one who never had wiped that stupid grin off her face, had started gently massaging his swollen balls and it was both the best and worst sensation ever.
The last thing he remembered was the almost incomprehensible mix of pain and pleasure, the feeling of his dick being covered with cum inside the tube, and someone holding his shoulders down as he bucked. Then his eyes rolled back and finally, blissfully, the blackness took him.
When he awoke, he wasn’t sure how long he’d been out. It was a strange sensation at both his breasts that forced him to open his eyes.
Jason’’s beautiful, smiling face was the first thing he saw.
“Well, hello, Sleeping Beauty,” Jason said as he moved to kiss Bill’s cheek. “Meet Jackson and Heather.”
Bill looked down at his children, his son latched onto the right and his daughter the left. They were the most perfect things that could ever exist in the world.
“Oh, honey,” he breathed, “they’re…” He trailed off as the lump in his throat won over his vocal cords and tears began to flow down his cheeks.
Jason wiped them away gently and granted him another kiss on his forehead.
“They’re ours and they’re amazing,” he finished for Bill. He rubbed Heather’s head before looking back up at his husband. “So, is it true? The moment you see them you forget about all the pain and can’t wait to have more?”
Bill looked down and realized he couldn’t have been out longer than to release the placentas because his uterus was still contracting and a nurse, thank god not the smiling one, was stitching up that awful incision. His ass, his cock, and his balls ached and he suddenly knew one thing the websites said was true. He was going to be sore for weeks.
“Yeah, baby, it’s true,” he said. “I want to do it again. Multiples, hopefully more than two and another natural birth.”
Jason raised a skeptical eyebrow and Bill chuckled his response.
“Except next time, they’re gonna be coming out of your tight little ass.”
The hottest part to me of cis mpreg anal birth is how hard their cock must get because of the baby pressing on their prostate. I imagine being hard as a rock and also suffering through agonizing contractions is pretty overwhelming. If a guy is in transition and someone accidentally touches his cock, does he scream in agony or does it set off a mind blowing orgasm and a huge load? If he blows it while he's crowning, I imagine having to birth the shoulders with his overly sensitive cock jerking through aftershocks might not feel too good. How do you imagine anal birth feels on the balls? I've always wondered if men would be scared of them ripping or rupturing. Anyway, would love your thoughts!
thank you anon!! when i write anal birth it’s bound to always be very erotic because of these exact reasons. you’re spot on! the baby rubbing the poor guys prostate relentlessly. with every push applying a bit more pressure and then retracting again as the contraction ends. he’d be harder than he’s ever been in his life.
another thought that i’ve had is that what if while birthing, the baby would be applying so much pressure on the guy’s nethers that he is actually unable to orgasm before the baby is out of him. that would be such delicious torture. imagine labouring for a full day, prostate abused constantly. the head is bulging out of your anus, but it’s just not popping out. the pressure is agonizing, your balls feel like they could explode and your cock— oh god your cock is starting to turn purple at the head from the strain. it’s so hard you’re afraid to touch it. you know that no matter how hard you’d stroke it, your balls just wouldn’t be able to release while the baby is applying pressure in your perineum.
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If you still take birth story prompts -- Vocal transboy strapped into stirrups, epidural not working, screaming and panicking and describing every part of pushing his massive, sunny-side-up surprise twins into the world.
"Aaaauugghhh!"
Rase's screams tore through the air as he writhed on the bed, trying to wriggle away from the pain in his hips. But the way his legs were propped up made it hard to get very far. His hands white-knuckled the railings, trying to ease the pain somehow.
The contractions were almost non-stop, barely any breathing time between - not that he'd use it, too focused on the pressure growing in his hips. The pressure he wasn't supposed to be feeling, at least not this bad. But the epidural had failed, labor progressing too quick for it to kick in properly. And now he was in agony, his daughter spreading his hips, contraction by painful contraction.
"She's gonna break me! My hips are gonna fuckin shatter!" He writhed again, twisting on the paper thin mattress, breathing quick. "I can't! Get her out, I can't do it!"
The doctor between his legs looked over his belly, meeting his panicked gaze. "You can, and you will. She's already engaged with your hips, she just needs you to push." He shook his head quickly, jaw set as he succumbed to the urge to push anyway.
He screamed, hips jerking up as his daughter moved, stretching his canal around her head. Nurses quickly moved, holding his hips to the bed, keeping him from needlessly twisting about. "She's coming! Oh fuck, she's coming, she's in between my legs!" He babbles between shaky breaths, before taking a deep breath to push.
Five, six, seven screaming pushes later, his pussy was starting to bulge, hinting at the size of the head behind it. Another four and his screams took on a different tone, the head just starting to peek through.
"Her head! Oh fuck, she's starting to stretch me ouuuut!" His back arched as he pushed, feeling his lips spread, little by little. "I can't! She's too big, she's gonna rip me apart!" He shakes his head, thighs trembling around the little teardrop between them.
The doctor gently massages the shape, each pass gently pulling the skin back more around the head. "Push, push through the pain! She's not gonna rip you, you just need to push!" He does as instructed, legs quivering as he threw all his strength into it. Once again, he screams as his pussy is stretched wider.
"It hurts too much, my pussy's on fire, I'm gonna tear!" His hands grab behind his knees, pulling himself up to curl heavily around his belly as he screamed. His nails raked lines into his skin, pain negligible to that between his legs as he pushed his daughter to a full crown.
He felt the doctor's hands cupping over the head, lightly pressing against it to keep it from emerging too quickly. He panted harshly, wordless screams accompanying the next few pushes as he worked to push her head free of his body.
"Why does it hurt so bad?!" He cried, his baby out to her ears. The doctor glanced at the baby, before looking up at Rase.
"She's posterior, facing upwards toward your belly, it causes a more painful delivery." He groans loudly, head falling back on the pillows behind him.
"Get her ouuut, I can't do it!" He whines, hips shifting as the next contraction bands around his belly, forcing his daughter further out of him as he bears down. He screams as he pushes again, the head popping free of him with a rush of fluid. Rase pants heavily, belly heaving with each breath.
"Holy shit!" His hand comes off his knee, shakily reaching down around his belly to feel the head hanging from him. The doctor gently places his hand on his daughter's head, and he lets out a sob. "Oh, oh gods, that's my daughter..."
"That is, that's your daughter!" He sobs softly, keeping a hand on her head as she turns, facing the inside of his thigh.
"Alright, big breath, and push! Let's get her shoulders out so you can hold her." Rase takes a deep breath, curling into his thighs as he pushes, feeling the shoulders push at his hole. His other hand grips the railing tight, jaw slack as he screams, one shoulder squeezing free of his body.
His belly heaves as he pants, legs shaking with the pain radiating from between them. A deep breath, and he bears down again, screeching as the second shoulder pops free, before the body rushes free, leaving him panting in relief. "Oh, ohh gods..." The doctor puts his daughter on his sore belly, calling time of birth and working on suctioning her airway free.
Rase's hands move, cupping his daughter close as she starts to wail. The nurses let his legs free from the stirrups, his body shaking as he recovers from the birth. He tilts his head, looking at his daughter, sniffling as she cries against his belly. "H-Hey, hey baby... Hey, my little Abilene..."
Moments pass, medical staff flurrying around as he nursed Abilene, watching her lovingly. She's taken to be weighed and measured, tests done before swaddled and returned.
Contractions restart for him to pass the afterbirth, but steadily grow stronger until he's writhing in pain again. The doctor calls for an ultrasound, and Rase freezes when he hears the words from her mouth.
"There's a twin!"
He shakes his head quickly, groaning with the next contraction as the twin settles in place, weighing heavily in his hips again. "I can't! I can't do it again, it hurts so much! My pussy hurts too much right now, I can't give birth again!" The nurses prop his legs back in the stirrups, stopping his writhing as he starts to bear down.
"I can't, get it out! I can't do it, they're bigger than she was! I can't, get them out of me!" He pleads, belly heaving as he breathes before pushing, feeling the baby slowly move through him. "It hurts! Hurts worse than Abi, hurts too bad!"
He continues screaming babbles as he pushes, his surprise baby slowly slipping through his canal until it starts to bulge at his hole, pushing it away from his body yet remaining firmly closed over the head. His legs shake even between pushes, head lax against the pillow.
"My hips! They're breaking my hips, they're too big! They're gonna fucking tear me open!" He cries, pushing so the head peeks out just a little. The next push stretches him more, lips made more malleable by Abilene's passing, yet still too taut to let the bigger baby slip free easy. One hand moves, carefully cupping over his hole, feeling how much was showing, letting out a soft whine as he feels how little progress had been made yet.
"I'm never gonna get them out, they're too big, they're gonna rip me!" He screams, hand quickly moving to pull at the railings of the bed as he pushes, voice pitching up as the head pushes through more, stretching him more. He felt the doctor's hands cupping over the head, lightly pressing against the bulge.
"Push, get them crowning! You're almost there!" Rase roars, pushing hard against the baby in his hips, screeching as the head fully crowns between his thighs. "Breathe! Breathe, or they will tear you, let your body stretch with the head." He lets out a loud, keening whine, panting as his hands rest on his sore belly. His head turns, looking to the bassinet set up nearby, Abi fast asleep inside. One nurse was working on setting up another for the one forcing their way from his body.
"Needa push, let me push! Please, they're too big, it hurts so bad, let me push please!" He felt the doctor press against the head a little more, keeping it in place as he writhed.
"Breathe. You can't push, don't push. Let your body work them out on its own." He groaned, feeling his belly contract, pressing the baby out slowly. He could feel each feature on their face as they pushed through, screaming as he continued to stretch more.
"My clit's gonna rip, they're gonna tear my clit apart!" He screams, blowing through his lips forcefully as he ignored the urge to push that grew with each passing moment.
"They're posterior again, you're not going to rip, as long as you keep breathing. Breathe your baby out," the doctor coaches, looking up at him over his belly. "Pant, blow, scream, whatever you need, but do not push. Not until the head is out." Rase lets out a huff of air, hands moving to hold his belly again.
It contracts under his hand, forcing the baby down and out, pussy flexing around the head and each facial feature of his baby. His back arches, jaw set against the pain as he presses his head into the pillow. "Get it ouuut! Get it out, I can't, it hurts so bad, let me push, I wanna push, wanna be done, it hurts so much! My pussy's ripping, it's so much!" He pauses for breath, panting some before returning to his babbling, groaning as the head pushes through before popping free, causing him to let out a gasping cry.
"Do you want to feel this one?" The doctor asks, cupping the massive head as the baby starts to turn. Rase shakes his head, looking down over his belly.
"No, want them out!" The doctor nods a little, looking at the head in her hands.
"Alright, push on the next contraction, okay? Get their shoulders out and you'll be done, okay?" He nods quickly, excitedly, ready to be done with the burning stretch in his pussy. He breathes, feeling the shoulders slot perfectly into his hips, and he takes a breath, preparing to push on the building contraction.
"Mhhnnn-aaauuuuuugghhhh!" He cries, body shuddering as he pushes, feeling his body stretch slowly around one shoulder before he pauses for breath, hands flailing to grip behind his knees, yanking them back as he prepares to push on the next contraction.
"Get it out, it huuuuurts! They're ripping me apart!" He screams, panting before pushing again on the contraction, screeching as the second shoulder stretches free of his body. "My clit, my pussy, it burns, they're gonna rip me wide open, make it stop!" He yells, giving one last hefty push before the baby slips free, leaving him panting heavily, body lax against the bed.
"A boy!" The doctor exclaims before resting the baby on his chest, working his airways much like they had for Abi. His hands shake as he cups them over the baby's body, feeling a blanket lain over the two of them as he sobs openly.
You’re a demon, and it’s time for one of your human breeders to give birth.
Demons are laid in eggs, which are incubated inside a host. As they incubate, the shells soften, stretching as the infant grows much larger than the original egg. Eventually the shell dissolves completely, and the baby is born live. A typical clutch has three eggs and takes eighteen months to incubate.
This human is more than a month overdue, and if you don’t do something soon his stomach will burst, killing him. He’s skinny and blond, his massive stomach lined with stretch marks and ballooning out in front of him. He can’t walk on his own, requiring two of your demon servants to hold him up in order to get anywhere.
Looking at my abandoned notes app I found this incomplete abo story, I removed the original names but I was too lazy to put new ones so they are just sub/dom x6
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Sub wakes up with a gasp as he feels his ass being pounded non-stop, the breeding table where he has been tied for the last three days only causes constant cramps in his limbs, he has long since stopped struggling, instead he begs to stay asleep most of the time, but the alphas look for different ways to keep him conscious.
"I can't believe you're still so tight," one of the alphas whispers, before hitting him hard again. Sub wants to protest, he's not tight, it's just that his alpha's cocks are incredibly huge and his body wasn't made to be fucked.
The alpha's hand slides down his back, tightening the straps that hold him in place and keep the weight of his sagging belly from breaking his back. He was so close to giving birth and the man ramming him hard knew it.
"We are so close to having our puppy, aren't you happy?" the alpha spoke, this time going for the nipples heavy with milk, her tits were small but they were enough to be tortured endlessly.
The alpha continued to beat him even after knotting him, making him cry and scream weakly. If he got lost enough in his mind he could imagine what his life would be like if the night he had his first heat he had hidden it instead of screaming for help. He was an alpha, a prince who at 26 woke up in a haze of intense heat, the healers deduced that he had a genetic anomaly, a birth defect that hadn't manifested itself until he was older.
He was an alpha who could sire in the same way an omega would, a perfect blend of both sub-genres. His father the king decided to force him to marry the alpha heir of the neighbouring kingdom and he accepted, against all his instincts and alpha pride because it would be best for his people.
He never expected the cruel fate that awaited him at the hands of his kidnappers.
The betas took it upon themselves to stop the carriage he was travelling in, murdered his guards and personal servants, gagged him and took him to a hidden room. They took turns to fuck him endlessly as he begged for a break, his virgin asshole being torn open endlessly, he had tried to negotiate a hundred times as alpha, omega and beta cocks buried themselves deep in his womb. He said he would give them riches, he vowed not to talk about what happened if they let him go free, his captors only mocked, nothing helped. Sub had no way of knowing who they really were. And while he cried and begged not to be impregnated, the crown prince gave news to Sub's father about his strange disappearance, accusing him of running away from his betrothal.
Two weeks later received confirmation that he was pregnant, his captors were no softer. He could hear them betting amongst themselves as to who the baby's father was, the omegas taking it upon themselves to degrade him as they moved in and out of his insides, fantasising about how they were the baby's parents and how humiliating it was to be an alpha breeding by an omega.
Months passed, his belly grew to his own horror, he slowly watched as his built body became soft and his belly swelled, it was a nightmare, he had a panic attack when he felt the first movements inside him and soon they began to fuck him between two or three at a time with the excuse of stretching him for the time of delivery. Sub knew nothing about giving birth other than that it hurt, as an alpha he was never told about it, he was never around any pregnant omega and the most he heard was alphas complaining about their partners refusing to have more babies after a few, after the discovery that he could sire there was barely time to plan an engagement before the hell in his life began.
When he was alone and in the midst of his ignorance of what was going on outside the small room he thought about how different things would have been if he had taken a different route or been more secretive about his arrival in the neighbouring kingdom. Maybe he would still be pregnant, but at least wanted to think that the crown prince would be good, not live in constant pain and generally have a peaceful life.
How deluded he was.
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After this I followed the birth but never wrote it in full, anyway I hope someone will enjoy this.
A warlock with a very intense birth fetish watches his latest young brood birther try to push out their first baby. He can tell by the way their opening bulges that the baby is larger than average, but still not large enough for his liking. His fingers crackle with sickly green energy as his magic washes over the birther’s belly, and they shriek in agonized horror as they feel their birth canal straining even more as the baby begins to grow.
that's so deliciously sadistic and exactly what i would do
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One of the hot things about labor is the inevitability of it. Once it starts you are, sometime in the near future, going to be screaming and struggling to force out a human out of a pretty narrow passage. Whether you're ready or not, labor and birth are coming for you. The contractions are going to get stronger. You're gonna start feeling the intense pressure in your hips and the urge to bear down. No matter how much you try to stop it, it's going to burn when you crown. And after the head plows through, you still gotta squeeze the shoulders out of that same tender, bruised opening.
It's inevitable after you feel that first contraction. No matter how many hours or even days it takes, it's coming out.
A boy makes a deal with a witch/fae/demon for money/fame/influence/magic powers/whatever cool thing. A deal involving him carrying a child for that creature. He's told that three years from that day, he will give birth to it. So he figures okay, cool, he'll get pregnant in a bit over two years.
But not at all long after he made the deal, he begins to notice his tummy starting to swell ever-so-slightly. Oh. Oh. Oh no. He's going to be pregnant for the whole three years.
It's fine, at first, and whatever he got out of the deal is probably helping to make it easier. And maybe the child isn't growing quite as fast as in a regular pregnancy. But even so he looks overdue long before the time is up, and as the days are ticking closer to the end of those three years, the question of how will he ever be able to birth such a big baby starts to truly worry him...
It's going to be a hard birth, especially if the baby grows to the size of a three year old... Even with his gifted powers it would be long and agonizing. He goes into labor alone, far from the village he lives by, in his little cabin in the woods. For months his belly has been too big for him to walk, and he realizes too late his mistake of staying home instead of getting help earlier. Laying on the ground, he suffers through each contraction, moaning louder as they get increasingly stronger.
Maybe whatever he made a deal with is cruel, and shows up just to watch him give birth. He screams and cries for them to help as he desperately pushes, but they don't lift a finger to aid him. No one can hear him scream for days as the baby slowly inches it's way out, nearly ripping the poor boy in half as it batters its way through his narrow hips. Without his magic he would have certainly died giving birth to such a massive child, but suffering through so much pain isn't much better.
After what feels like an eternity, the baby finally slips out between his legs. The deity he promised the child to swiftly takes it away and disappears, leaving the exhausted boy on the ground in a pool of his own birthing fluids for someone from the village finds him.
What if there was a sub who had to give birth to something not only really big, but also had really rough skin or spikes on it or something?
(love your work btw)
fucking the big dragon guy with a huge dick is all fun and games until youre on a table being held down as you SCREAM because his baby has horns and theyre stretching you out so much more than just the head would as you try to crown
sub who underestimated the pain of labor and thrashes, screaming and crying, begging for mercy, writhing and trying every position trying to find a more comfortable one, grabbing for any support they can reach x sadist dom who fucking loves it and could watch them in pain like this forever
an important note on wwx's characterization that i think is important and sometimes people will get wrong, is that wwx doesn't have low self-esteem ("i'm stupid, i'm ugly, i'm annoying, i'm bothersome, nobody likes me") nor does he have low confidence ("i can't do this" "i don't know this" "i can't do anything right"). in fact, both of these are extremeeeely high in his personality as a teen and young adult
what wei wuxian does have, however, is low self-worth, specifically when it comes to his own needs and well-being compared to other people. couple that with his high confidence and urge to pay off debts of gratitude, and you get his extremely self-destructive behavior ("it's fine if i lose my core as long as jc has it for the good of the sect, i can survive without one", "it's fine that i'm being forcefully kissed by a stranger because she's nervous and i don't want to embarrass her", "it's fine, it's all fine, as long as it's me, because i can take it")
thank you @lovepsychothefirst @protect-namine and @runespoor7 for your additions as well, you are very right!!
it wouldn't even be low, but some weird, extremely distorted sense of self-worth, considering he does recognize and protest when he is treated unfairly. he does not think he deserves poor treatment either! it's never a matter of "i deserve this", but always "i can take it, i can handle it" for the sake of other people, even if it means lying to himself until he's been convinced
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Hello, I wrote this :) a series of difficult deliveries.
1. Jimin struggles to give birth an egg that is too big. (Minimoni)
2. Taehyung gives birth to twins while stuck at home with him boyfriend and members. (Jungkook/Taehyung)
3. Jungkook is responsible for giving birth to his kingdom's next successor. He got married, bred and have to give birth front of many people, and he enjoy all three of it. (Jungkook/ot7) (Namjoon/Jungkook) *This includes mating ot7, breeding and birth*
4. Yoongi Is pregnant with Namjoon's baby. He's having trouble pushing out such a large baby and is afraid of tearing. (Namjoon/Yoongi)
