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Mpreg Belly and Birth Notes #145
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Alex: âAaaaahhhâ!! Fuuuuckâ!!â raw, guttural scream tearing across the river
Matt: âThatâs it, Alex⌠let it out. Push hard. Fuck, I can see the head crowning. Your hole is stretching so wide around him right now. Keep pushing, baby. Youâre opening so beautifully.â
Alex: voice breaking, almost sobbing âItâs burningâ! Matt, itâs burning so fucking badâ!! I feel like Iâm tearingâ!!â
Matt: âYouâre not tearing. Youâre stretching exactly the way you need to. The head is right there, pushing your ring to the limit. I can see his hair. Dark and wet. Youâre doing so fucking good. Another big push. Come on.â
Alex: panicking, voice cracking âMattâ Matt pleaseâ! I canât stay like this! I need to lie down! Just let me lie down so you can catch himâ!!â
Matt: gripping Alexâs hips firmly, holding him in place âNo. You stay right here. On your hands and knees. That head took forever to crown and Iâm not letting you lose all that progress. Gravity is helping you right now. The baby is moving down exactly how he should. If you lie down now youâll have to start all over again.â
Alex: âItâs too muchâ! Heâs too bigâ! I feel like my whole body is splitting openâ!!â
Matt: âI know it feels like that. Your hole is stretched so thin around his head right now. The skin is pulled tight, red and shining. Every push makes him advance a little more. Youâre so close. I can see his forehead. Just a few more good pushes and his whole head will be out.â
Alex: moaning loudly, whole body shaking âMattâ I canâtâ I canât take any moreâ!â
Matt: âYou can. Your body is built for this. Your pelvis is opening, your tissues are stretching, your muscles are working exactly like theyâre supposed to. Push with the next contraction. Let me see more of our son. Let me watch you birth him.â
Alex: âHnnnghhâ!! Itâs comingâ! Oh god itâs coming out moreâ!!â
Matt: âYes⌠thatâs it. Good boy. Look at how wide youâre opening for him. Your hole is taking him so well. I can see his ears now. Just a little more and his whole head will slip out. Youâre doing incredible.â
Alex: panting hard, voice hoarse âMatt⌠it hurts so muchâŚâ
Matt: âI know, baby. I know it hurts. But youâre almost there. After this weâre gonna have our son in our arms. And when you heal⌠when this body recovers⌠Iâm gonna put another one in you. And another. Because this is what you were made for. Carrying. Birthing. Giving me sons.â
Alex: weak, broken sound âMattâŚâ
Matt: âCome on, Alex. One more big push. Let me meet our baby boy. Push him out. Let me watch you give birth right here by the river like the strong, powerful man you are.â
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Preparing Your Child for a New Baby: An MPREG Family Guide for New Dads đźđ
How to help your older child feel safe, included, and emotionally ready before their baby sibling arrives.
Becoming a dad again is not only about preparing the nursery, packing the hospital bag, or learning how many diapers a newborn can somehow use in one day.
It is also about preparing the child who is already here.
In an MPREG family, pregnancy may already come with extra questions from the outside world. But inside the home, the emotional work is very familiar: one child is about to become an older sibling, and that can feel exciting, confusing, threatening, magical, unfair, or all of those things at once.
And that is normal.
Children do not need to be perfectly thrilled about a new baby. They need to be guided. They need language. They need reassurance. They need proof that the family is growing, not replacing them. Child development advice from groups like the American Academy of Pediatrics, UNICEF, Zero to Three, and Child Mind Institute all emphasizes preparation, emotional validation, predictable routines, books, pretend play, and one-on-one time with each parent as useful ways to help children adjust to a new sibling.
So here are some grounded, practical ways for new dads to help an older child get ready.
1. Start the conversation before the baby arrives đŁď¸
Do not wait until the baby is almost here to explain what is happening.
Children often notice more than adults think: the changing body, the doctor visits, the baby supplies, the adults whispering in the kitchen. When nobody explains it clearly, children may fill in the blanks with anxiety.
Use simple, direct language:
âA baby is growing in Dadâs belly.â âThe baby will live with us after they are born.â âYou will still be our child. That does not change.â
For younger children, repeat the same message many times. For older children, invite questions. Some may ask biological questions. Some may ask practical ones: Where will the baby sleep? Will you still take me to practice? Will I have to share my room?
Answer what you can. Admit what you do not know yet.
A child does not need a perfect speech. They need honesty that feels safe.
2. Use books, pictures, and real explanations đ
Reading together is one of the easiest ways to make pregnancy and newborn care less mysterious. Books give children words for things they have not experienced yet: crying, feeding, sleeping, diapers, hospital visits, belly growth, and family change.
That matters.
Try reading together and pausing to ask:
âWhat do you think about this part?â âDoes anything here seem weird or confusing?â âWhat do you think babies need?â âWhat do you think might be hard when the baby comes?â
The goal is not to lecture. The goal is to open a door.
3. Let them touch the idea before they meet the baby đ§¸
Pretend play is powerful. Practicing with a doll can help children understand that babies are fragile, noisy, needy, and not very independent.
You can practice:
⢠how to hold a baby safely ⢠how to use a soft voice ⢠how to bring a diaper or wipe ⢠how to wait while Dad feeds the baby ⢠what to do when the baby cries
But be careful with the message.
The child is not becoming a third parent.
They are becoming a sibling.
So instead of saying:
âYouâll have to help a lot when the baby comes.â
Try:
âYou can help when you want to, and weâll show you safe ways to do it.â
That difference matters. Children usually feel better when they have a role, but worse when they feel assigned a job they never chose.
4. Prepare them for the boring parts too đ´
Many children imagine babies as tiny playmates. Then the baby arrives and mostly cries, sleeps, eats, and needs adults constantly.
That can feel disappointing.
Tell the truth early:
âNew babies do not know how to play yet.â âThe baby may cry a lot, and that does not mean you did anything wrong.â âSometimes I will need to take care of the baby first. That does not mean I love you less.â
This is one of the most important psychological preparations. Children often personalize change. If Dad is tired, busy, or holding the baby, the older child may silently think: I did something wrong. I am less important now.
Say the opposite out loud before they have to wonder.
5. Include them in preparations, but do not force enthusiasm đ¨
Painting the nursery, folding tiny clothes, choosing a blanket, organizing diapers, or packing the hospital bag can help a child feel included.
Your painting-room photo is especially useful here. It shows preparation as a family activity, not a private adult project happening behind closed doors.
Good ways to include a child:
⢠let them pick a small item for the baby ⢠ask where a picture or toy should go ⢠let them help sort baby socks or diapers ⢠invite them to make a welcome card ⢠let them help pack one item in the hospital bag
But do not demand constant excitement.
Some days they may want to help. Some days they may not. Both are acceptable.
A child who says, âI donât care about the baby,â may actually mean, âI am scared you care about the baby more than me.â
Respond to the feeling under the words.
6. Make space for jealousy, anger, and fear đ§ď¸
This part is serious.
Do not shame jealousy.
Do not say:
âThatâs not nice.â âYou should be happy.â âGood big brothers donât act like that.â âGood big sisters love the baby.â
That kind of pressure can make resentment stronger. Zero to Three specifically warns against expecting older children to instantly love a new baby, because the baby may feel like someone taking attention away.
Try this instead:
âIt makes sense that this feels strange.â âYou can love the baby and still feel annoyed.â âYou are allowed to miss how things were before.â âIâm glad you told me.â
A childâs feeling is not the same as their behavior.
They are allowed to feel jealous. They are not allowed to hurt the baby. That boundary should be calm and firm:
âI wonât let you hit. The baby has to be safe. You can tell me, âIâm mad,â and I will listen.â
That is emotional coaching: name the feeling, allow the feeling, limit unsafe behavior.
7. Protect one-on-one time with the older child â°
After the baby arrives, everyone talks about the newborn.
Visitors ask about the baby. Adults hold the baby. Photos are of the baby. Gifts are for the baby. The older child may start to feel invisible.
This is why one-on-one time matters.
It does not have to be dramatic. Ten focused minutes can help.
No phone. No baby in your arms if possible. No multitasking.
Just:
⢠reading one chapter ⢠walking around the block ⢠making cocoa ⢠playing a quick card game ⢠sitting on the bed and talking ⢠watching them build something
Child Mind Institute recommends continuing special individual time after the baby arrives, because it helps the older child feel secure instead of displaced.
You can even give it a name:
âDad-and-me time.â âBig kid breakfast.â âOur ten minutes.â
A predictable ritual says: The baby changed our schedule, not my love for you.
8. Give the older child a birth plan too đĽ
Adults often prepare for labor, delivery, recovery, feeding, and sleep.
But the older child also needs a plan.
Tell them:
⢠who will stay with them when Dad goes to the hospital or birth center ⢠where they will sleep that night ⢠when they might meet the baby ⢠whether they can call or video chat ⢠what will happen if plans change
Uncertainty is stressful for children. A simple plan can lower anxiety.
Try saying:
âWhen it is time for the baby to be born, Uncle Max will come stay with you. You will still go to school the next day unless it is the weekend. We will call you when we can. You are not being left behind.â
That last sentence is important.
Many children need to hear it plainly.
9. Create a welcome ritual đ
Your photo with the child making a âWelcome Babyâ card is one of the strongest images in the set. It gives the older child a place in the story.
A small ritual can help:
⢠the older child makes a card for the baby ⢠the baby âbringsâ a small gift for the older child ⢠the older child chooses a soft toy or blanket ⢠the family takes a first sibling photo ⢠the older child helps announce the babyâs name
This is not about bribery. It is about symbolism.
The message is:
âYou are part of this welcome.â âYour role matters.â âThis is your family too.â
10. Do not rush the bond đ¤
Some children fall in love with the baby immediately.
Some are curious for five minutes and then bored.
Some ignore the baby.
Some regress: baby talk, clinginess, sleep trouble, accidents, tantrums, wanting to be carried again.
Regression can be a childâs way of asking: Am I still little enough to be cared for?
Do not panic.
Offer reassurance without mocking them:
âYou want extra cuddles today. I can do that.â âYou are growing, and you are still my child.â âYou do not have to be big all the time.â
That last line can be healing.
Because becoming an older sibling can feel like being promoted without permission.
Let them still be small sometimes.
For MPREG dads specifically đŤđ˝đ
In an MPREG family, you may also need to help your child answer questions from others.
Keep it simple.
âFamilies can be made in different ways.â âIn our family, Dad is carrying the baby.â âYou do not have to explain our whole family to everyone.â âIf someone asks something rude, you can say, âThatâs private.ââ
Your child should not become the family spokesperson unless they want to. Give them scripts. Give them permission to protect their privacy. Give them confidence that their family is not a problem to solve.
At home, treat the pregnancy as real, ordinary, and emotionally open.
Not a secret. Not a spectacle. Not something the child has to defend.
Just family.
Closing:
A new baby changes the shape of a home.
The older child may gain a sibling, but they may also fear losing their place. That is why preparation matters. Not just the nursery. Not just the diapers. Not just the hospital bag.
Prepare the relationship.
Read with them. Practice with them. Let them help. Let them complain. Let them be proud. Let them be unsure. Keep choosing them in small, visible ways.
Because the goal is not to make the older child perform happiness.
The goal is to help them feel secure enough that love has room to grow.
A baby is joining the family. Your first child is not being replaced. A good dad helps them believe that before, during, and after the baby arrives. đźđ
Mpreg Belly Notes #180
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Mpreg Belly and Birth Notes #150
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He never made it out of the shower.
The contractions had grown so violent and fast that he simply couldnât walk anymore. So he stayed right there â bent forward under the hot spray, one hand braced hard against the wet tiles, the other white-knuckling the shower rail. His legs were spread wide, feet planted on the slippery floor, his massive pregnant belly hanging low and heavy between his thighs like a ripe, overfilled sack.
This was his birth. Standing. Exposed. Primal.
âFuuuuck⌠fuuuuuckâŚâ he growled to himself, voice already hoarse. âCome on⌠just come the fuck onâŚâ
Every standing contraction was worse than the last. Gravity pulled the baby down hard, but the awkward angle made the shoulders jam against his pelvis. His hole had been burning for what felt like hours as the head slowly forced its way through his rectum. He could feel every inch of the descent â the thick skull grinding against the walls of his bowel, pressing mercilessly on his prostate, turning the pain into something filthy and overwhelming.
Then the final, savage wave hit.
âRRRRAAAAAGHHHHâ!!â A deep, guttural, almost inhuman roar tore out of his throat as the head finally crowned. His anus stretched to its absolute limit â paper-thin, shiny, angry red â wrapped obscenely around the widest part of the babyâs skull. The burn was unbearable. He pushed with everything he had, legs shaking, belly contracting violently.
âGGHHHHHAAAAAHHHâ!! Itâs comingâ! Itâs fucking comingâ!!â
With one last, broken scream the head suddenly slipped free with a loud, wet pop. The babyâs face emerged into the open air, still partially inside his stretched hole, water from the shower running over the newbornâs dark, wet hair.
For a moment there was relief â and then the reality hit him.
The head was out⌠but the rest of the body wasnât.
His sonâs entire torso, shoulders, arms and legs were still packed tight inside his rectum and lower bowel. The baby was literally hanging from him â head and neck out in the open air, while the bulk of his body remained compressed deep inside his guts. The weight pulled downward constantly, stretching his ruined hole even further. His anus fluttered and clenched helplessly around the babyâs neck, unable to close, unable to push the shoulders out in this position.
âFuuuuck⌠heâs stuck⌠heâs fucking stuck inside my assâŚâ he gasped desperately to himself, voice cracking. âThe headâs out but the rest⌠the rest is still in my fucking gutsâŚâ
He tried to shift his weight, tried to squat even a little to let gravity help, but the moment he bent his knees the pain in his overstretched rectum became blinding. The babyâs broad shoulders were jammed against the walls of his bowel, unable to rotate properly because of the awkward standing angle. Every tiny movement of the child sent fresh, white-hot sparks through his body.
âRRRRAAAAGHHHHâ!! I canâtâ I canât moveâ!!â He roared again, legs trembling violently, hole stretched grotesquely wide around his own half-born son. The babyâs head dangled between his thighs, swinging slightly with every desperate breath he took, while the rest of the tiny body remained locked deep inside his rectum, pressing against every nerve ending.
He was completely frozen in that brutal, exposed position â bent forward, ass up high, hole gaping open around the neck of his child â unable to change posture without making the pain even worse, unable to push effectively, unable to do anything except endure the crushing, burning, animalistic fullness of giving birth standing up like a wild beast.
âFuck⌠come on⌠just come out alreadyâŚâ he muttered hoarsely to himself, voice broken and desperate. âDonât you dare get stuck now⌠get the fuck out of my assâŚâ
The hot water continued to pour over his shaking, sweat-drenched body as he fought the overwhelming sensation of his son hanging halfway out of him, the head already born while the rest of the child remained trapped deep inside his overstretched, burning rectum.
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âFuckâŚâ Dani huffed after his workout. He had pushed himself as hard as he could at the gym today. His muscles were pumped and his body was sweaty. He slowly lifted his tight gym shirt up over his rounded belly. The shirt was already partially showing off the underside of his pregnant gut. Leaving it tightly bunched up between the top of his belly and below his meaty pecs Dani snapped a pic to send to his boyfriend.
âYouâre lucky Iâm a gym rat at heart dude, this belly you put on me is starting to make this hardâ
It had been a couple months since Dani found out he was pregnant. Him and his boyfriend were over the moon. Dani had always wanted to get pregnant. He always secretly loved his boyfriendâs seemingly permanent bulking belly. Dani had always been lean, he could never gain enough weight to pull off a solid gut. When his boyfriend had suggested trying for a family Dani knew it was his chance to grow the gut he always wanted.
Slowly, in the first months of his pregnancy Daniâs belly started to round out. His abs pushed out slightly and his belly button got deeper. Every morning heâd lay in bed before getting up just rubbing his small belly. He loved it, he loved the feeling of his skin stretching, the warmth he felt inside him, and of course how it looked on his muscular frame. Dani couldnât wait until his belly matched his hunky boyfriendâs big belly.
âOh ya this is hotâ Dani texted his boyfriend. His belly had grown significantly in the past weeks. His belly was now rivalling his partners. It was perfectly round and his skin was smooth and tight. He started to feel horny all the time now. The gym was his release while is boyfriend was at work. Although the pressure on his prostate while in a room with twenty plus hot jacked guys always made Dani hard. He didnât really care, due to his pregnancy he almost never wore underwear anymore. It was a miracle his sweatpants even still fit. He liked the attention his obviously hard dick print got him. His belly now barely fitting under his shirt, Dani got all the attention he could want.
Dani was now in the final weeks of his pregnancy. His belly had long since been double the size of his boyfriends now. So round, so big. He had no shorts that fit anymore but he didnât really care. He just wore a tank top which hugged the top of his giant round belly. Itâs all he could think about, his belly. How much he loved it. How much it made him feel powerful. He didnât want this feeling to end, which is why he told his boyfriend he wanted to immediately try for another as soon as he gave birth. He needed to ride this high as long as his body would let him keep growing.
Pre-labor switch: that first real contraction đŤđĽ
Intimate pre-labor scene, full-frontal implied â uncensored version available via DM đď¸ This is exactly what weâre here for: huge bellies right on the edge of birth.
Calvin has been carrying for so long that the weight of his belly has become the center of his day. In this photo heâs sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread just wide enough to make room for the massive curve resting in his lap. The skin over his stomach is pulled tight and smooth, every breath making the upper part of the dome rise while the lower part sinks heavier between his thighs. It looks like a quiet moment, but his body is right on the edge of changing what this pregnancy means.
When the contraction starts, Calvin notices it first as a shift in pattern. The usual, scattered tightening he has been feeling for weeks pulls itself together into one clear wave. His belly doesnât just go hard in places anymore; it firms from the top down in a single, continuous band, like a ring closing around everything inside. His hands slide under the weight by instinct, not because he can lift it, but because the rest of him is bracing for something that doesnât stop when he asks.
The pressure travels lower, deeper into his pelvis, and suddenly the background muscles he never thinks about are all involved. The same groups he uses to stop urine mid-stream or hold back a climax clamp down in one involuntary squeeze. His perineum tightens, his anus closes around the pressure from above, and the whole base of his body feels like itâs drawing in toward the center. Donât fight it. Just breathe, he tells himself, even as his shoulders curl forward over the hard, rounded belly.
At the peak of the contraction he feels another signal, this time along the length of his penis. The deep muscular squeeze pushes a thin, cloudy, slippery fluid out through the urethra â not in pulses, not like an orgasm, just a slow, steady leak that lasts as long as the tension does. There is no rush of pleasure, only a clear awareness that the pathway those muscles usually control is now part of the same mechanical process. This is still normal. This is still part of it, he repeats silently, trying to file the sensation under âsigns of progressâ instead of panic.
In his rectum the feeling is one of solid, heavy fullness, as if the entire weight from above has been directed into a single shared channel. There is no dramatic gush of fluid yet, nothing that he would describe as his water breaking. Zamiast tego jest mocne wraĹźenie, Ĺźe coĹ w Ĺrodku przesunÄĹo siÄ w dóŠi zakleszczyĹo dokĹadnie tam, gdzie ma byÄ. His breathing turns shallow and uneven for a few seconds, his jaw slack, his eyes fixed on the rise of his own chest as he rides out the wave.
When the contraction finally eases, it doesnât give him back the old sense of âbefore.â The pain fades from sharp to dull, but the heaviness stays. His thighs tremble, his hands are still planted under his belly, and the curve of it sits a little lower, as if the baby has claimed more space in his pelvis and has no intention of moving back up. Calvin may not say the words out loud, but the thought is there, clear and simple: Okay. That wasnât practice anymore. That was the start.
Clinical notes: pre-labor physiology in a late male pregnancy
What this image captures is a classic pre-labor contraction in someone at the very end of a high-volume pregnancy. Up to this point, Calvin has been dealing mostly with irregular practice contractions: his uterus tightening in short, uncoordinated episodes that harden the belly but do not consistently move the pregnancy toward birth. A pre-labor contraction is different in three key ways: it is organized, it recruits the pelvis, and it leaves a lasting change in how the pregnancy feels.
Organized means that the muscular wall of the uterus contracts as a single unit. Instead of scattered patches, the fundus and body of the uterus tighten together and sweep the pressure downward toward the outlet. From the outside this looks like the entire belly firming from top to bottom in one motion. On the inside it produces a single, focused wave of pressure that Calvin feels both behind the abdominal wall and deep in the center of his pelvis.
Pelvic recruitment is where the experience becomes unmistakable. The contraction does not stop at the uterus; it pulls in the muscles of the pelvic floor and perineum as well. The same groups involved in continence and ejaculation â the sphincters, the muscles around the urethra and rectum, the fibers that tighten during orgasm â are suddenly asked to work in the same rhythm as the uterus. They clamp down as a ring around the outlet of the pelvis.
This is why Calvin notices the thin, semen-like fluid at the peak of the contraction. When those muscles tighten around the base of the penis and along the urethral pathway, they can mechanically express a small amount of diluted, cloudy secretion. Sometimes there is a trace of urine, sometimes a contribution from the glands that normally participate in ejaculation. In this context it is not a sexual event but a side effect of pressure and muscle activity. Patients describe it as a slow leak rather than a pulsing release â exactly what Calvin feels here.
The relationship between contraction and rupture of membranes is variable, but in this phase most people with a pregnancy like Calvinâs will not lose their waters on the very first organized contraction. If we looked at a series of similar cases, we might see something like this:
a majority experiencing one or several pre-labor contractions with intact membranes for hours,
a smaller group â perhaps around 10â15% â reporting a spontaneous gush of fluid during or immediately after this first strong wave,
the rest having their waters break later, once a clear pattern of active labor contractions is established.
In Calvinâs anatomy the uterus lies in close continuity with the rectal canal rather than a separate vaginal passage, so the earliest downward force is felt primarily as rectal fullness and pressure. That single, heavy sensation matches the idea of the pregnancy being âpushed into positionâ long before any fluid escapes.
Typical pre-labor contractions in a situation like his last roughly 30 to 90 seconds and may recur irregularly over the course of several hours. They are intense enough to demand focus, often strong enough to change breathing and posture, but they come as isolated waves or loose clusters rather than the predictable rhythm of active labor. What makes them diagnostically important is not just the pain level, but the sense of a threshold being crossed: after a true pre-labor contraction, the abdomen often feels lower, tighter, and more âsetâ than before.
Calvinâs posture on the bed tells that story as clearly as any monitor strip. He is already sitting wide to accommodate the size and weight of his abdomen. During the contraction his shoulders fold forward, his jaw drops open, and his hands move under the belly to give it a point of contact while the muscles inside take over. When the wave passes, nothing about his shape suggests a return to the previous stage of pregnancy. The curve in his lap, the tension of the skin, and the new depth of pressure in his pelvis all point in the same direction: this is a body that has just made the quiet, irreversible switch from âcarryingâ to âpreparing to give birth.â

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God would love to have this belly, squat and push out a big kid...
"Ow! Oh. Wow. Okay...."
Peter is startled by his water breaking as he waits for the midwife to arrive.
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One last workout
"9... and 10. Good boy!", She purred, stroking her clit faster.
He racked the barbell and leaned on it, trembling. His swollen belly heaving as he caught his breath.
She could see his ass bulging through his shorts.
"Only 3 more sets babe... And you'd better keep that head inside until I say.", She gasped, unable to contain her excitement. She leaned back in her chair, sliding 2 fingers into herself.
"Yes, mistress...", He said, trying hard not to push.
She loved tormenting him, ever since she knocked him up, he'd been her plaything.
"Next set, babe...", She said playfully.
He nodded, un racking the barbell and tried to clench his ass as he lowered into a squat.
"Good boy... Keep going...", Her voice shook as she counted his reps. "Labor is no excuse to get lazy...". She inserted a third finger.
He lowered himself for the next set and let out a small grunt, before moaning loudly.
"Did you just cum, babe? Uh oh, that's not good... How will you finish?"
He trembled, barbell still on his shoulders. "I can't mistress... It's...." He grunted loudly and the bulge grew visibly under his shorts.
"Yes..", She whispered under her breath, frantically rubbing her clit.
She moaned loudly, cumming hard as she watched the bulge suddenly grow larger.
He cried out as the head slipped from his hole.
"Now what? How are you going to stand up with that head sticking out of you..."
Writing Prompt
I had a fantasy today of being at the beach, standing ankle deep in the water, shirtless, holding my lower back with both hands and proudly displaying my seven month pregnant belly. I looked down and watched as the baby inside me kicked and moved around furiously, making my belly visibly shift, and hand and foot prints popped up here and there. I just stood there relaxing and enjoy the sensations and fullness

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The latter days of Rohanâs pregnancy have proven to be just as tough as his doctor told him theyâd be. Heâs always uncomfortable, and constantly in pain. The baby just wonât sit still now that sheâs taken up most of the space in his womb. She tosses and turns inside of him, at all hours on the clock, desperate to find even an inch of wiggle room to occupy. Itâs excruciating torture, living day-to-day with a five-pound baby thrashing itâs weight against his organs all the time, but thankfully Rohanâs doctor has taught him a soothing exercise to overcome the excruciating pain. Be still, breathe in, breathe out, talk it through, and rub the hurt away⌠thatâs what he does whenever his daughter starts to get stir-crazy again, and itâs helped him out a great deal. Although the pain of her movement hasnât gotten any better, itâs much easier for him to deal with, and itâs all thanks to Doctor Birdâs advice.
id try to get you to the car as fast as possible, buckle you in and tell you not to push until we get to the hospital. youâd whine and cry and ask me what was going on, but not believe me when i tell you youâre giving birth. youâd cross your pretty little legs and bounce in your seat, and youâd do your best not to disobey me, but you can feel your sweet little hole starting to bulge, and your panties are suddenly soaking wet. you wouldnât even have time to unbuckle your seatbelt or take off your pants, youâd push one baby out in the car. youâd push another out in the wheelchair they shoved you in to wheel you to the maternity ward, and the third would be out right before you could even make it to the bed.
I'm so vehemently in denial that I refuse to go to the hospital, so you scoop me up under the arms and force me to waddle my way to the car, sweating and panting the whole way there. You run back inside to get a towel for me to sit on, and I stare at you with confusion until you explain. But my water isn't going to break, because I'm not in labor, because I'm not pregnant. You shake your head in dismissal but still tell me not to push, and I firmly agree. I won't push. I don't have to push. I'm not in labor. When you buckle me in, my belly tenses underneath your hands and my chest begins to leak wet spots across my shirt. But my hips are achy and feel strangely loose, and I can't help but wiggle in my spot uncomfortably, grinding my pussy down against the towel-covered seat. My thighs are pressed firmly together, belly resting heavily and firmly in my lap, and my ankles are crossed. I continue to shift to try and relieve the building pressure I feel in my pelvis, when suddenly my pressed together pussy lips start to feel a little full. I'm panting and gripping the passenger door, trying so hard not to go against your instructions. I don't have to push. I don't have to push. I'm not pregnant. But my pussy feels full, and my breathing turns to groans, and I shove my hand between my legs to press against the bulge there until I feel a *POP* I let out a wail of fear and pain as the weight spreading my pussy doesn't go away, and I'm forced to uncross my ankles and spread my legs in your car, bearing down with an agonized growl. My sweatpants are soaked, as are my panties and the towel, and you can see them starting to round out at the crotch with the head of my first baby. You can't get my pants down, my big rock-hard belly is covering up the seatbelt as well as my waistband. The baby slides in and out against the fabric before shooting into my pants leg. When you arrive at the hospital, they fish the baby out of my pants, throwing my sweats and panties aside as they force me to awkwardly waddle the few steps to the wheelchair, which groans under my weight. My legs are spread, one foot on the foot rest, the other butterflied open on the seat as I moan that I've gotta push again. They urge me not to, but I don't even try to listen this time. They wheel me through the halls as I begin to grunt and shove the baby out of me, one of the nurses eyeing me with disdain as my puffy red pussy starts to bulge and spread again as we get off the elevator, trailing blood and amniotic fluid behind us. The head is out before we're even halfway to the room, and the shoulders and body quickly follow. A nurse catches my second baby and carries it as they continue to move me, both cords still hanging out of me, attached to their respective young. Everyone thinks I'm going to make it, that I can be comfortable for at least on birth. But no. They wheel me to the doorway of the suite and I'm already starting to push, panting and grunting wildly. You pull me up out of the wheelchair to help guide me to the bed, and I manage to waddle three heavy steps forward before I'm squatting with a head already crowning. My screams ring through the hallway as the head pops free with a gush of fluid, and I cry out for someone to catch it, barely able to breathe as one large final contraction squeezes my womb so tightly that the rest of the baby slides out of my spent cunt in one giant push, into the awaiting hands of another nurse. You hold me upright as my third baby's cord hangs out of me, linking me to the three babies I'd denied were inside me.