uh oh that’s my fetish!

they're overcome with sheer need, just desperate to be close as they labor, grinding down on their partner's lap and their fingers and their mouth until they physically can't anymore, whining about how full they are and how badly they need to push and that the baby is coming, its coming right now

they end up sitting right on their partner's lap, grabbing behind their knees to pull their legs up and open, bracing their feet on their partner's legs

"gonna start pushing," they groan as they curl around their heaving belly and force their hips up, giving their partner a clearer view of their bulging cunt as the crown of the head pushes outward and causes a prominent protrusion between their thighs, trembling with effort as they shriek that the head is going to come– that it hurts, that there's pressureee, that they can't. stop. pushing.

their partner begins to finger them, circling their throbbing clit and cooing softly into their ear as they talk them through it:

“Thats right, rub your belly, slowly… can you feel how taunt its getting? Can you feel that little kicks?”

“Such a good boy , how can you even look at yourself in a mirror? Everyone should know how big of a slut you are…”

Maybe text me and tease me when I am in class…

“Ain’t ya bored? Would it be better if your cunt was stretched with thick cock instead of trying to learn, huh?”

“Do you think they can tell you are pregnant? Do you think someone noticed your belly getting rounder?”

PHOTO PROMPT: Just a Day on the Job

[mf][pregnant][labor fetish][birth fetish][medfet][public][risky] [oral][light name calling]

Imagine you’re working a new part-time job at the hospital. Your job is easy — go to each room and collect insurance information. In most rooms, you’re in and out in under 5 minutes.

You knock and enter this room like any other. Your eyes are on the little computer you’re rolling around with you, trying not to get the wires or wheels caught on anything as you maneuver around to the bed. It’s not until you’re standing next to the patient that you raise your eyes to greet them. To your shock, your patient is very heavily pregnant, actively in labor, absolutely beautiful and completely nude.

She manages a smile as she tries to relax in bed. You can hear the shakiness in her voice as she answers your questions through her pain, the whole time while you're desperately trying to look her in the eyes only...not at her firm, heavy tits that you know are filled with milk, not at the pink nipples, hard from being exposed to the cool hospital air, not at her swollen, contracting pregnant tummy, and certainly not at her puffy shaved pussy that you know is going to be stretched to the max in a few short hours.

You keep asking your questions, the pregnant mommy doing her best to answer them. Each time a contraction hits, she grabs her fully belly with one hand and the bedsheet with the other, opening and closing her legs involuntarily, breathing through the pain with her eyes shut tight. You take these chances to steal glances at places you know you shouldn't...those hard nipples just look so suckable, that shaved pussy deserving of some sweet attention before it goes through hell in just a little bit.

You get to the personal questions. Marital status? You're surprised ot hear her say she's separated. "We actually separated just a few weeks ago....excuse me, ahhhhhh.....hooooo....." she trailed off as she writhed on the bed, her tits jiggling slightly with her movement. "Hoooo....hooo...." she breathed, before gathering her strength and continuing her explanation. "He ran off with his secretary. Said he couldn't stand looking at my body anymore, and he knew it wouldn't be the same after I gave birth." Her eyes filled up with tears as she finished her story. "Wow, I'm...so, so sorry to hear that," you began, shocked to learn that any man could think that way about his pregnant wife. "If it means anything, I, uh, think you're very beautiful..."

Fuck. Why did you say that? Your heart began to pound. She was certain to report you, as she probably should. "I mean, uh, respectfully, you know..." you tried to cover your tracks but it was too late. She was looking at you quizzically, still holding her swollen belly. It seemed like hours that she looked into your eyes, your heart pounding the whole time. Suddenly she smirked, a shy smile filling her face before she spoke. "I guess that explains why you've been sneaking peaks at my body while you think I'm not looking."

"Oh, uh, no, I...uh...it wasn't..." you stammered, painfully aware of both how stupid and how insincere you sounded as you tried to lie. "Oh? It wasn't? Then how do you explain that bulge in your pants?" Your eyes immediately looked down to realize she was right. You hadn't even noticed you were semi-hard, the adrenaline of the situation masking the feeling of your erection as it began to strain against the scrubs you were wearing. "I'm...sorry..." you began, certain now that your career was over before it even fully began.

"Don't be sorry...after months of being told how ugly I am, and how disgusting my body has gotten, it's really nice to be desired. It's been so long since my husband has looked at me like you have...and to be honest, it's been turning me on, too." She smiled again. Fuck, that smile was intoxicating.

"You know...I've been sitting here on display in front of all this time. How about we make it a little more even, hmmm?" she said before immediately hooking her fingers into the waistband of your scrubs and boxers and pulling them down, just enough so your cock springs free right in front of her. A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips before she flashed that amazing smile again. Your head was spinning. This couldn't be happening. You were expecting at any moment to wake up in your bed with a wet spot on your sheets. The room was spinning, your eyes darting back and forth between her gorgeous face and the closed door to her room. What if a nurse comes by to check on her? You stared at the door handle, willing it not to move.

You didn't have time to worry too much about that, because suddenly you felt a warm, wet sensation on the tip of your cock. Looking down, you realized this sexy, laboring mommy-to-be had taken your head in her mouth and was sucking on it, swirling her tongue over the tip as she did. "Ohhhhh shit..." you moaned, instinctively putting a hand on the back of her head, her soft, silky brown hair feeling so nice under your skin. The patient suckled on your cock head for several moments, one of her hands still holding her belly tight.

Suddenly she began to moan. "Mmmmmmmphh.....mmmmmmmmmm...." she mumbled, her mouth still full of the tip of your penis. She seemed to be in pain. With a jolt, you realized she was having a contraction as she sucked your cock. This was the sexiest thing that's ever happened to you, and it took all you had not to shoot your load right there in her mouth as she contracted. You steeled yourself. You were committed now. If this little laboring slut wanted to play, you were going to play.

With your hand still on the back of her head, you tightened your grip slightly. "Look up at me, baby. Look at me while you suck that cock during your contraction. Such a needy little pregnant whore...."

Kitty had always been the skinny girl a little embarrassed by her lack of curves. Even though her boyfriend was always supportive of the way she looked and would never say otherwise, she always felt that he shared her belief that she didn’t look or feel particularly womanly. Now, 6 months after them having a bit too much to drink and forgetting to wear a condom, feeling womanly is definitely something Kitty is used to, and she the curves to prove it. As a reward for procreating and carrying a child her body has softened and rounded in ways she’d never thought were possible. How could she not feel like a woman when her breasts had doubled in size and filled with delicious milk, or when she now sported a glorious belly that protected the life she was creating?