Bro⌠youâre so fucking sexy when youâre bulging hard around a massive, crowning head⌠keep whelping my pups like a good dog⌠thatâs itâs, baby boy⌠moan those pups into my hand while I cup you⌠I can see how much you like it⌠youâre desperate, aching for my touch, arenât you⌠you want help, donât youâŚeveryone knows how addicted to whelping my pups you are bro, itâs obvious⌠as soon as you whelp, youâre pregnant again already⌠everyone can tell youâd always rather be whelping huge puppies out of your pathetic, gay little hole that whatever else youâre doing at the moment⌠that youâre addicted to this feeling right here⌠getting stretched to the max, then past it⌠pushing someone elseâs pups out into their lap for them⌠touching yourself the whole time while you do it, claiming itâs for pain relief⌠we all know how hard you cum your pups out⌠your roommates can hear it through the walls⌠we all know you beg for sex every day too, letting strangers explore your massively pregnant body⌠orgies regularly, just a set of holes to be used for others. Itâs all you care about⌠itâs all you deserve.
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We sit together in our bed, just the two of us in the quiet of the early morning. You trace circles over my skin, your fingers connecting with the muffled, constricted movements of your baby in my belly.
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!"
I roll my hips and give one more little shove, and the baby comes slithering the rest of the way out. I collapse with exhaustion for the moment, and you gather your crying baby in your arms for the first time.
One of my favorite things about birth is just the utter lack of control.
You can't control when the contractions begin, right in the middle of a terrible thunderstorm that's knocked out the power and the phone lines.
You can't control when they jump from fifteen to nine to seven to five minutes in an hour, the baby sinking lower and lower in your pelvis as you waddle your way around the house in candlelight.
You can't control when a contraction overtakes you right in the entryway to your house, causing you to grip desperately at the console table by the door and spread your legs wide, you're water breaking as you arch your back at the the release of pressure.
You can't control the grunts and gasps leaving your mouth as you waddle to your bedroom, urgently grabbing the phone only to let it clatter to the ground when a new contraction takes hold while the clear static of a dead line comes from the phone.
You can't control the way your belly drops over your lap, the baby sliding down inside you and making its way through your hips. It's coming fast. You had to be close to going into transition, and you had no way to contact anyone for help.
You can't control when your body begins pushing for you, the muscles tensing as the head drops through your cervix and begins to bulge out your lips from the sheer size of the baby making it's way through you.
You can't control dropping into a squat, your hands clutching at the bedspread as you let your legs spread wide. "Oh god, " You gasp as your back arches and your belly contacts, "Oh god, I'm pushing!"
You can't control the noises coming out of you as your lips spread into a teardrop shape, you're hand slipping from the sheets to cup at your bulging pussy. Your hand barely covers the mass that's emerging from you, and for a moment you feel dizzy with worry about how large the head is.
You can't control when the next contraction comes and you have to arch your back again, bearing down on the huge head as the teardrop shape opens even more into a wide, perfect O as the baby slides forward.
You can't control the fluids dripping and squiring out of you, spraying out around the head as you push harder and harder to get the baby out of you.
You can't control the visceral urge to narrate everything happening to you despite the fact that you're alone. "I- I'm stretching!" You cry as more of the head pushes into your hand, "Stretching so much! This baby is so big!" "Mhhh oh god, it's coming out!" You groan, your hand cupping the head as you birth it by the side of your bed, "It's coming out, its coming out of me!" "I'm crowning!" You can't help but scream when the head bursts into a full crown, filling your palm with its incredible weight, "Ooohhhhh I'm pushing it out! I'm giving birth right now!"
You can't control how you squat even lower as the baby's face begins to emerge, the eyebrows popping free with a gush of fluids. The rest of the face requires a bit more effort, the nose stretching you so thin you can feel it tugging behind your poor, abused clit. You rock your hips up and down, trying desperately to force the baby from you as if you're going to dribble it out like a basketball.
You can't control the cry of relief to let out when the head bursts free. "It's head is outtttt--" You moan as your pussy flutters for a brief second after being held open so wide for so long. Your legs shake, threatening to give out as you check for the cord.
You can't control the sound that you make when you look over your shoulder and see your reflection in the mirror. The way your legs are spread, thighs open wide and resting close to the ground as the baby's head hangs so heavily from your stretched pussy.
You can't control the desperate urge to just lay down and birth your baby, so you give in. One hand cradling the head to keep it from being jostled, you lay down on your side, letting the hand that was holding the head now grip behind your knee, hooking your thigh open as the head rotated and the shoulders slot into place.
You can't control the way the shoulders get stuck for a brief second. You push wildly, your thighs trembling and your belly squeezing and your pussy working hard to expel the huge baby inside of you. "Ohhhhh-- Come on baby, " You gasp raggedly as you throw your head back, pushing hard and clenching your teeth, "Come on, you're so close, I can feel you!" And you certainly can feel the way the shoulders bulge against your hole, stretching you so thin you think for a moment you may tear.
You can't control the gutteral moan that leaves your mouth as you pull your leg up and open, one hand clutching at your huge, contracting belly and the other holding your leg open at the ankle. Your hips stretch so wide you think they may break, but you can't do much about it as the shoulders begin to open you up and you babble nonsense. 'My pussy!" You cry as one shoulder pops through, more fluid splashing out of you as your belly heaves, "Ughhhhh, I'm giving birth-- I'm pushing it out, oh fuck, it's coming out of me!" The second shoulder pushes free to, the rest of the baby coming out with a slick gush onto the floor beneath your spread thighs.
And you certainly can't control when you're water breaks for a second time as you try to catch your breath, a familiar weight dropping through your cervix as your huge stomach contracts again and your first baby begins to wail between your legs.
Helplessly gushing babies out over and over, back to back, 24/7, no breaks, no end in sight, completely dominated by the instinct to give birth, no other thoughts⌠you have no idea how this happened, but you canât stop⌠you canât stop giving birth⌠you donât even know how many babies youâve had. Hundreds, thousands⌠more? Your cock is rock hard, your breasts leaking milk⌠youâve even had guys fucking your ass and face while your pussy piles babies underneath you. Itâs beyond bliss⌠even if you could stop⌠you wouldnât want to.
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Youâre standing in front of your body-length mirror, body turned so you can examine yourself from the side. The lovely linen dress you received from your father for your birthday is tight around your middle. It is possible that maybe the sizing was wrong; itâs only just now summer, so you havenât been able to wear it before now. But it also isnât just this dress thatâs not fitting quite right either, either.
Sucking in helps a bit. Letting out a heavy exhale only makes it tighter. You run your hands over your stomach and push down on it, as if that will help at all. Itâs firm.
Your motherâs voice calling your name stirs you from your thoughts. You finish getting ready and hurry down the stairs. After all, your father, the most powerful rancher in the state, is a very busy man and canât be kept waiting. Soon, your parents head out with you and all your younger siblings in tow.
Outside, a couple of ranch hands are working on a task. When you glance over at them, you suddenly make eye contact with one and your stomach flip-flops. He had been hired recently, shortly after you turned 18. Heâs strong, bearded, so masculine and yet incredibly gentle. No man has ever impacted you the way he did; just hearing his voice is enough to make your panties damp.
Apparently he felt the same. Three months ago, just days after you first met him, you were alone in the barn and then, suddenly, his cock was buried deep into your tight pussy while his lips burned your throat. He took your virginity so ferociously and yet so lovingly. If your family wasnât so active right now with the business, you would sneak away with him every afternoon to make love to him again and again.
But for now, you can do nothing but look at him wordlessly. When he disappears from your view, you suck in your stomach again to alleviate the discomfort from the stitches of your dress digging into your waist.
--
Two weeks later, your dresses are tighter than ever. You frequently find yourself in front of the mirror with your hand on your middle. Itâs not just you whoâs noticed; even your mother has commented on the fact that youâve gained some weight.
Later that week when everyoneâs too busy to pay attention to you, you head down to the barn. Thereâs nobody else there except for you and the animals -- or at least thatâs what you think at first. Before too long, you discover the ranch hand there, shirt pulled taut over his muscles, eyes smiling warmly at you -- and then, all over again, youâre pressed up against the wall with your skirt hoisted up and his cock pounding against your cervix. Your pussy is so slippery that you might be embarrassed if it was anybody but him. He fucks you from behind, rubbing your hands up and down your belly, over and over and over, until he leans forward and murmurs in your ear, âAre you pregnant?â
You come so hard that you see stars.
--
You had to run away together. The most powerful rancher in the state would never allow his eldest daughter to be knocked up by a worthless ranch hand. Truth be told, you would much sooner give up your family than give him up.
The escape comes late one night, shortly after your parents became suspicious of your growing belly. Before too many questions are asked, though, you slip out of the front door and into the night with your ranch hand. For a while, you travel around. Within a few weeks, he finds a small, secluded cabin and a place to work. Youâre never mentioned to anyone to avoid any chance of running back into your father.
For the next number of months, you play darling little housewife with the ring. Despite the solitude, you find it incredibly fulfilling. You have chores to do at home and some pets he had gifted to you to take care of. And, most importantly, each morning you admire your growing belly. Soon enough, youâre so big that itâs difficult to move. You try to do chores and find that youâre quickly out of breath. The baby inside of you wiggles around and kicks you nonstop. Your back aches and your feet ache and itâs hard to breathe and you have to piss all the time and yet you love every second of it. You love to stand naked in front of the mirror and look at your swollen stomach, pink and rippled with stretch marks. Itâs hanging low now and every so often it tenses with false contractions. This baby you made with this gorgeous man will be here soon enough.
--
His work hours are long. He has to wake up early each day and doesnât come back until evening. Now that itâs winter, heâs only ever around when itâs dark outside. At this point, your belly is outrageously big. Itâs hard to even get onto your feet without any help, but you have to figure it out anyway without him being around. Your breasts, which were small and flat before you were knocked up, now hang heavy and low on your belly, anxious to feed your baby.
One morning, he wakes up and kisses you goodbye. Normally, you would get up and start your day, but itâs different now. You feel sore and groggy. Thereâs a cramp in your lower back thatâs been bothering you for the past few hours. Itâs not the end of the world if you rest a bit longer, you figure. You lean back and rub your hands over your belly but sleep does not come. Time passes -- a few minutes, a few hours, who knows -- and that cramp only gets worse before moving to your lower belly. It throbs below your belly button and draws small moans from your lips.
Eventually, you have to get out of bed. You put your feet on the floor, stabilize yourself and begin waddling over to put your warm clothes on. Unlike all the times before, the cramping doesnât stop when you move around. It comes and goes, causing you to stop and grunt every so many minutes. The time in between cramps becomes shorter and shorter until you realize, suddenly, that this baby is coming today.
The thought thrills you but leaves you anxious as well. The ranch hand will be away for some time and you canât ask for help. Nobody can know youâre here.
You try to distract yourself as much as you can with your chores. However, you can only pretend to be normal for so long until the contractions cause you to sink to the floor and cry out in agony. Your breasts and belly heave, your legs intuitively part, your body seizes as it prepares to push out this baby the ranch hand put inside of you. But you canât give birth, not without him here.
Between contractions, youâre able to get to your feet and over to a chair. The book you grab does little to distract you from the intensifying pain. Every few minutes you grab your belly and moan. Your stomach is taut and low, stretched as far as it can go. Even as you cry out in pain, you are constantly aware of just how pregnant you are, how that ranch hand who is nearly old enough to be your dad did this to you, and how much this turns you on.
Your hand slips down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit. Soon, the groans of pain become something else. Being so full of him, being so huge and pregnant with his baby -- god, why canât he just fuck you again right now? Images of him flood your mind, of the way his cock stretches you wide open, of the way your pussy is going to stretch even further as you struggle to push his baby out of you. In just hours, youâre going to be crying and gasping and straining as this baby opens you up in ways youâve never been opened before.
You shout as you come. Then you realize that youâre much wetter than you normally are. For a few moments you sit there, dazed, and then you realize: your water just broke.
--
Itâs dark outside again. Inside, youâre wearing nothing but a nightgown. Youâre covered in sweat as you groan and grip your bedsheets. God knows how long youâve been laboring for, but the baby has to be ready to come out any moment. Your body is screaming at you to push but you canât, not without the ranch hand here with you. Every time your body is ready to push, you press your hand against your pussy lips and squeeze your legs together as much as you can. âNot yet,â you moan. Your other hand rubs your belly. âYou canât come out yet.â
If you werenât struggling so much to keep your baby inside of you, you would be coming over and over again right now. Everything hurts so bad, so much so that youâve screamed in pain a few times, and yet youâre more aroused than you ever have been. Feeling his babyâs head push so far down inside of you is indescribable. He put a baby inside of you. You canât get over this fact. He put a baby in you and now you have to spend hours in pain just to deliver it for him. Your body is completely his. You made an entire baby for him. Youâre his.
The urge to push rips through you suddenly and makes you shout. Your knuckles turn white and you crane your head back as your legs fall open. God, you canât do this anymore. You need to push so bad. You need to feel his baby stretching you out. You bite your lip and moan and push down.
You only start pushing when the door opens. Moments later, the ranch hand is at the foot of your bed. âWhat are you doing?â
âI need to -- ohhh.â You canât even feel relieved as a contraction takes over. âThe baby--â A sob interrupts you. âI need to push.â
âNo.â The ranch hand is on the bed now, pushing your nightgown up to expose your gargantuan belly and sagging tits. âDonât push. You canât push yet.â
âBut I need to--â
âNo!â His belt jingles as he unbuckles it and tosses it onto the floor. âYou canât push until I tell you. Do you understand me?â
âOhhh.â You try to squeeze your legs together, but itâs impossible. âItâs coming, itâs coming.â
âNot until I fuck you first.â
Oh, fuck. You swallow and try to hold back. Youâre in so much pain and want nothing more to push but youâll try to stop yourself for him. God, you want him to fuck you so bad. Youâre so tired and pregnant and yet you still want him inside of you.
It only takes moments for him to take off his pants and enter you. You practically scream when he does it. Youâre so fucking stretched out. The babyâs head is pressing down so low and yet heâs fucking you so hard that his cock is surely going through your cervix. Your eyes roll back into your head as he fucks you. Youâre such a fucking whore, a little daddyâs girl who got herself knocked up. Now youâre hugely pregnant and getting fucked when you should be giving birth and it feels so fucking good.
You come fast but he keeps fucking you. He goes even when itâs raw and painful, even when you canât keep holding back. âI need to push,â you cry, but he keeps pounding into you. Tears stream down your face but he keeps fucking you. When another orgasm rocks your body, he finally cums at last, shooting ropes of cum deep inside your laboring pussy.
âOkay,â he pants, âyou can push now.â
The moment he pulls out, your body takes over. You pull back on your legs and grit your teeth and push so hard your vision goes dark. Cum spurts out of your pussy and rolls down your ass. You push and push and push and cry when nothing seems to happen.
âI waited too long,â you tell him. âGod, it wonât come out now, I waited too long.â
âKeep pushing.â He gets down between your legs and pushes them further apart. âPush.â
You groan again as you bear down. More cum seeps from your pussy and then you feel the baby move down further into your birth canal. âOh my god,â you shriek, âoh my god, oh my god, it hurts.â
âKeep pushing!â
Thatâs all you can do. You feel like youâre going to throw up or pass out or maybe do both. You push and push and push until you can feel your pussy start to stretch wide. Now you scream, âIt burns!â
âThatâs the babyâs head! Oh my god, thatâs our baby! Keep pushing!â
You canât possibly do this, you canât possibly get that entire baby out of you. Youâre being split in two and the pain is indescribable. He did this to you, he got you so big and pregnant and this is your punishment for being his whore.
âYou have to keep pushing!â
âIâm trying!â you yell. âItâs too big!â
âItâs coming, love, keep pushing, please.â
Your pussy hurts so bad that itâs almost transcended feeling altogether. You scream the loudest youâve ever screamed and then, suddenly --
âThatâs the head! The headâs out! Oh my god!â
You open your eyes and try to look over your huge belly. You can see a spout of hair. When you reach forward, you can feel your babyâs face. Tears flood your eyes. âOur baby,â you gasp.
âKeep pushing, love.â
You summon all the strength you have left. Within moments, the babyâs shoulders pop out. The ranch hand has the baby bundled in his arms, cleaning it with his shirt. âYou did it,â he breathes. âWe have a baby girl.â
Your head is swimming. âA baby girl?â Even as she starts to cry, you canât believe that you just pushed an entire baby out of you. It feels even more surreal when he places her on your chest.
âSheâs beautiful,â he says.
The exhaustion starts settling in immediately as you cradle her. None of this feels real. Thereâs no way you just carried a baby inside of you for nine months and gave birth. You want to pass out.
Before you do, though, you look up at him and murmur, âI want you to get me pregnant again.â
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Bro⌠I dropped my phone⌠and you got me too pregnant to be able to pick it up⌠can you help me?
Youâre such a boi failure, bro⌠too pregnant to bend over? What a gay, faggy fucking slut you areâŚ
Shut the fuck up bro! I⌠oh⌠oh fuckâŚhngggggGGGGGG!!! I canât stop it bro⌠oh fuck, I think Iâm already⌠hnggggggggg!!!
Dude, what the fuck? Are you⌠crowning? Bro⌠everyone is gonna see⌠you probably did this to embarrass me, didnât youâŚ
Iâm⌠hnggggggg⌠sorry bro⌠oh FUCK, bro Iâm gonna whelp your pups right into my pants RIGHT NOW *pants sag hard* hnggggggggggg!!!!! Oh fuck bro, I canât stoppppppppppp⌠Iâm whelping again⌠your babies are so big, bro⌠hnggggggggggg!!!!!!
Bro⌠did you just whelp a baby in your pants? Youâre always fucking giving birth dude⌠what a fucking faggotâŚ
OH FUCK BRO THE NEXT ONE IS COMING OUT OF ME ALREADY IM WHELPING SO FUCKING FAST⌠*pants sag, then fall down from the weight of two pups. Heâs already crowning again, massively* BRO THEYRE ALL COMING OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW, IM GONNA SPILL THE WHOLE LITTER OUT IN MY PANTS IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRYYYYYYYY HNGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!
Not my preference for labouring / pushing sounds, but good visuals and effects with some clothing birth scenarios towards the end. Thought Iâd share with the group đ
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