ftm and expecting

Easily my boobs have grown from a supple 34B to a nice round and milk-engorged 38E. I look like I’m at the end of my pregnancy when school starts and summer was clearly a wild time for me.  

However, the months keep coming and my belly just swells and swells and my boobs, hips, ass, and thighs keep growing too. I have to be giving birth soon right? Just how far into the pregnancy was I at the start of the year?

I heave and pant as I slowly waddle through the halls my shirts barely covering the massive boobs I’ve come to have. So round and heavy with milk. My nipples always sore and swollen begging to be milked. My hips so wide they almost graze the door frame when I walk into class. My ass so big and round it completely takes up the seat and out over it. My thighs so thick they push into the gravid mass that is my pregnant belly. 

The moment I felt his bare cock glide between the walls of my slippery sex, I knew there was no going back. The rational, logical side of my brain was urging me to protest the fact that I was an orgasm away from becoming a teenage mother, but the horny as fuck part of my brain won out, wrapping my legs around my boyfriend’s waist in order to draw him in deeper.

“Are you gonna cum inside me?” I asked meekly, hoping that one of us retained a measure of self-control.

“Uh huh,” he grunted. So much for that.

“You know I’m not on the pill, right?” I protested. Despite my pleas, I made no effort to move off of him, rather I ground down harder, squeezing tight around his thick shaft. If I was going to risk getting pregnant, I was damn sure going to enjoy it.

“I believe you mentioned it, yes,” he said with a smirk, kissing me deeply. Fuck, why did this have to feel so good?

“You’re gonna get me pregnant,” I whined.

“That’s the idea,” he grunted, thrusting deep inside me.

“I’m too young to have a baby,” I moaned, no longer sure who I was trying to convince.

“You’re eighteen,” he replied.

“I’m just out of college,” I argued.

“So? You wouldn’t be the only pregnant girl your age. Plus, then you’ll get to be a young, hot, teen mum. I’m telling you, getting pregnant young will pay off,” he insisted.

He wasn’t wrong there. At least a dozen of my classmates sported baby bumps of their own. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was like, feeling your baby kicking it’s way to life inside you.

“People will think I’m a slut. One of those stupid girls who can’t keep her legs closed and got herself knocked up,” I murmured.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll pull out,” he said, kissing me again as he picked up the pace, fucking me faster, harder, and deeper.

“That’s so not fair. I’m already so close,” I moaned.

“You’ll just have to resist,” he teased.

“I can’t,” I whimpered, biting my lip.

“Sure you can. If you don’t, you’re gonna feel my cock exploding inside you, filling you up with cum,” he murmured. He slid his full length inside, then consciously forced his dick to jerk inside me, giving me a delightful preview.

“No fair,” I groaned. There was nothing I could do. I was gonna cum, and then so was he, and then I’d get to spend my senior year in maternity clothes.

“Think about that cute little belly of yours swelling up as our baby grows inside you,” he said earnestly, his strokes turning hard and deliberate.

“It’s too much,” I cried. He wasn’t just screwing me bareback for kicks. My boyfriend was actively trying to fuck me pregnant.

“And that’s just for starters. I intend to knock you up over and over again,” he said proudly, looking me straight in the eye, taking my hand into his own.

I lost it. My mind was awash of hormones and ecstasy, the idea of him taking me in hand, making me pregnant, blew all my doubts and fears out of the water. “I’m gonna cum,” I screamed.

“Me too.”

“Oh fuck!”

The world exploded as I felt his seed spurt inside my fertile womb. I have no idea how long we stayed there. His cock was limp when it finally slipped out of me. The last thing I remember about that night was putting a pillow under my ass, making sure that none of his sperm escaped my wonderfully fucked pussy.

-

Eight months later he was fucking me bareback once again. This time I was on top, a practical necessity of my condition. My swollen breasts sat on top of my even more swollen belly, which gyrated obscenely as I rode his cock.

“You know, I’m really glad you talked me into having a baby. I never thought I would feel this way, but now that she’s inside me, I can’t imagine being without her,” I cooed, rubbing my belly as I savoured the waves of pleasure.

“You think it’s a girl?” my boyfriend asked curiously.

I shrugged, panting as my first orgasm of the evening started to build. “I dunno,” I sighed. “Just a feeling.”

-

Nineteen years later, I felt the ever comforting and familiar presence of my husband’s bare cock slipping inside my dripping cunt. The practical side of my mind reminded me I already had fifteen children, and that while money was no issue, maybe I ought to quit while I’m ahead. The side of my mind that needed a good fucking won out, bringing his hand to my milk laden breast as I ground my ass against his pelvis.

“Are you gonna cum inside me?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“I always do,” he smirked, kissing the back of my neck. Of course.

“You know I’m ovulating, right?” It wasn’t like we scheduled our lovemaking around my biological clock or anything, but he did make a point to fill me with cum when I was ripe for breeding. I rubbed my clit as he started to thrust. If I was getting pregnant again, I intended to cum hard.

“I’m aware of that, yes,” he said, squeezing my breast. Fuck, why did I love being bred so much?

“You’re gonna get me pregnant. Again,” I moaned, pointing out the obvious.

“That’s the idea,” he said simply.

“I’m too old to have a baby,” I moaned, knowing full well that neither of us cared.

“You’re thirty-seven,” he replied.

“My oldest daughter’s a in high school. And pregnant herself I might add,” I argued.

“So you won’t be the only pregnant girl in the family. Plus, you’ll get to be a sexy mum and a hot grandma at the same time. I told you getting pregnant at eighteen would pay off,” he said confidently.

He wasn’t wrong there. Many of my friends sported baby bumps of their own. I couldn’t help but remember what it was like, feeling your baby kicking it’s way to life inside you.

“People will think I’m a nut. One of those religious wackos that thinks Jesus wants them to stay knocked up,” I complained.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll pull out,” he offered, kneading my breast, drawing a warm jet of milk into his palm.

“That’s not fair. You’ve knocked me up over a dozen times with that line,” I groaned.

“Sixteenth times a charm,” he smirked.

“God, I’m so close,” I moaned.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he warned, quickening his thrusts.

“Please,” I begged. I wanted him fill me up, make me cum, knock me up.

“Just imagine yourself, heavy and pregnant again,” he whispered. In and out, in and out.

“Don’t stop,” I cried. This wasn’t an idle lovemaking session. My husband was actively trying impregnate me.

“And it doesn’t end there. I’m going to keep you pregnant for as long as I can,” he said lovingly, turning me head to face him and kissing me deeply.

“I’m cumming,” I whimpered against his lips.

“Me too.”

“Fuck!”

We stayed like that for hours after the fireworks, long enough to grow hard again, to make sure, to make absolutely certain I would give birth in nine months. The last thing I remember was running my fingers through his hair while he nursed at my breast, wondering how I’d gotten so lucky.

-

Eight months later I was on top again, my swollen form slowly bucking on top of his bare cock. I ran my hands along my sensuous curves, radiating the warm glow of my beautifully pregnant form. I looked into the mirror, seeing a naked fertility goddess in the reflection.

“You know, I’m really glad you talked me into getting pregnant again. I didn’t think I would feel this way, but now that she’s inside me, I couldn’t imagine life without her,” I said thoughtfully, stroking the taught skin on my stomach.

“You sure it’s a girl?” my husband asked curiously.

A relaxing Friday night at home.

Dad and his boys were watching a movie. Or, rather, the boys were watching a movie, while dad had dozed off shortly after it begun. He couldn’t help feeling exhausted at the end of the day.

An hour later, the Braxton hicks get more intense. I groan as I waddle to the bathroom. Maybe a shower will help my aches. The warm liquid is halfway up the tub when I start to climb in, slowly and carefully. I’m halfway there when another contraction hits me. Hard. “Ahhhhh” I groan, plopping into the water.

I sit there for an hour, pains coming and going. I’m groaning and moaning and I suddenly realise that this is real. My body is telling me to push. Resisting the urge, I call my husband. “Ugh, ahhh, ahhh. It’s happening now. Come home quick!” I tell him. “Don’t you fucking dare push my son’s out before I get home, bitch.” He barks as me. “Y..yes. please please hurry” I say, hanging up and feeling the urge. It’s torture.

I sit there in the tub for another long thirty minutes. I felt the first head moving down and, through the pain, pushed my hand against my vagina acting as a barrier. The baby can’t come before my husband returns. He bursts in and I groan more as I push down involuntary. My belly button sticks out and I scream as the head pops out immediately. I pant and push as hard as I can. I feel the shoulders escape my opening and try to regulate my breathing. “Oh god, oh my god” I groan as I feel the body escape the ring of fire.

“Girl.” My husband says, emotionless as he fishes the body out of the water. “Oh, oh no.” I say, reaching out for the baby girl I just birthed. He hands her to me, I hold her and pant. “One more baby. It’ll be a boy- nngh, ahhhhh. I promise. Ooh.” I tell my husband

“That’s it, keep going my pet,” your girlfriend crooned, pretting the top of your head.

You had been eating her out for the past hour non-stop.

Your girlfriend sat naked at the dining table, legs spread open for your head to fit between her thighs, her round, pregnant belly hanging low, almost resting on top of your head as you sucked on her clit slowly.

You had been dripping from your own arousal, leaving a pool of your own juices beneath yourself on the floor. You weren’t allowed to touch yourself, as ordered by your girlfriend, but that hasn’t stopped you from becoming so aroused, your own tcock has swollen rock hard. And she loved it.

Your wedding was small but perfectly romantic in all the right ways. You agreed to marry out of your home country and just elope only the two of you. You married in a candlelit garden and ended the night in your hotel room by the shore.

You’re new husband was in bed waiting for you as you stood on the balcony reflecting and enjoying the view. You’re trance ends when your eyes catch a very pregnant woman walking on the beach with presumably the father of her young. You begin to think about children. You’ve always changed your mind about what you wanted to be when you grew up; but the one thing you’ve always wanted to be ever since you were a child, the one thing that never changed was the fact that you always wanted to be a mom. The thought of you waddling around with a round belly full of a baby made you grin; but the thought of being round with HIS baby…that made you smile.

Suddenly you feel his strong arms wrapping around you. His chin rests on your shoulder. “How did I manage to get such a beautiful wife?” He says softly near whisper. You turn around and kiss him smiling. “You see that couple down there?” You ask. You both turn and see the pregnant couple already waddling back into the hotel lobby. “They probably got kicked out to the curfew, nobody’s allowed on the beach past nine” he says. You proceed to kiss his neck and then you look at him with puppy dog eyes. “That’s gonna be us soon” you chuckle. “Are we going to the beach?” He said confused. “No silly, that lady was pregnant.” You smile warmly “I want that to be us”. He smiles back. “Soon, baby” he says as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Why not now?” You say before you lean in for a kiss. He pulls away “Now? What about your job?” You laugh “I’m not going to get pregnant right away! Couples usually try for months before finally concieving; I was thinking we could start trying tonight?” You say putting your fingers through his hair. “you know I can never say no to you” he smiles. “I have to admit, i’d love to see you what’s the big belly like that. Plus with our genes our babies would be so cool.”

You laugh at his humor. You proceed to kiss him one more time. “Plus making a baby is really fun” He says as he picks you up in a craddle and takes you off of the balcony and into your hotel room through the balcony doors. He gently places you on the bed and towers over you. “I should warn you though twins run common in my family.” You say as you take eachothers robes off. “Well you said it takes a while to concieve right? We’ll have plenty of time to prepare.” You both melt into each other in marital bliss and make love like with so much passion you cum like you have never before.

It’s funny how life works. From how far along you were when you found out you were pregnant from the way it seems, you actually became pregnant THAT VERY NIGHT. And to make things even funnier; you are not only pregnant but you are pregnant with fraternal twins.

You’re about 9 months now, your due date is a week away. When your husband found out you were pregnant his first reaction was holding you with tears in his eyes. Throughout this whole pregnancy he’s been nothing but supportive and helpful. Every time he leaves for work he makes sure he kisses you and your twin-filled belly before he leaves. He calls you every chance he can at work to see if your doing okay. You obviously taking off work considering that you are very very very pregnant.

You’d wake up every morning to his hand on your big round belly. There have even been a handful of mornings were you’ve woken up to his whole head resting on top against your ballooned self, surprised that he was able to sleep with how often the babies like to kick. He also can’t seem to take his hands off of you. You have sex more often then ever. Something about being pregnant gets both off you off. He loves your body and clings to you every chance he gets. He cooks for you and cleans the house, especially since you’re so heavily pregnant. Whenever you’re in public people seem to always think there’s and extra third baby in your womb. According to your doctor your extra big due to the fact that the twins are slightly larger than normal. And extra big you are. You’re kind of tired of being pregnant, you’re ready to hold your babies and to be a family. Although you do love how big you are, every kick you feel excites you more and makes you yearn to see your babies.

You can’t do much around the house, so you often nap all day. Your husband swears that you slept throughout your entire pregnancy. You’re laying in your bedroom when suddenly you feel a contraction. Because you’re carrying twins Braxton Hicks were an all-too-familiar thing; this however was no Braxton Hicks. You shrug it off knowing that labor takes time, you try going back to sleep. However you keep waking up with everyother contraction.

You decide to run a warm bath to maybe relax and you begin to time your contractions. But as you got into the tub you fall asleep due to the warmth and soothing aromas.

You wake to the worst pain of your life. You look at the clock and 2 hours have gone by. You’re skin in pruned and your contractions are the most instense they’ve ever been. You breathe and moan as you rub your heavy belly waiting for the contraction to pass before you dare attempt leave the tub. As you get up, the first thing you do is call your husband. The phone rang once and he picked up immediatly. “Hey, I just got in my car and am headed home. What’s up? How are the twins?” He said in a pleasant mood. “It’s happening. I’m in labor, you have to come home right now.” You try saying calmly to hide your panic. “Oh my god, are you sure? You’re not due for another week” He said worriedly. “Yes, these contractions are the worst I’ve ever had, I’m 100% postive this is-” you were interrupted as a sudden gush of water escapes you and pours down your legs. Your water broke. You’re large beachball belly not even shrinking a little. “Honey? Honey, tell me what just happened?” He said scared and frantic. “My water just broke. You have to hurry!” you manage to say before the next contraction hits you, completely knocking the air out of your lungs as if you have just gotten hit by a truck. You moan gripping your seemingly heavier belly leaning against the bathroom wall.

“Honey, I need you to listen to me. I’ll be home in 10 minutes, I need you get in the bed for me okah sweetie?” He said calmly. You can’t find yourself to form words as only moans seem to be able to escape your lips. “Baby, breathe. I need to hear you breathe.” He says cautiously. “It’s going to be okay, just relax. I’ll be there before you know it.” He says as you slowly inhale then exhale. You manage to make to the bed. You sit on the bed phone in one hand and the other massaging your rock hard contracting belly. “O…O-Okay I’m on the bed” you manage to say. “You’re doing perfect baby, don’t leave the bed, just wait for me. I love you so so much please don’t forget to breathe.” He says before he hangs up.

The contractions feel like fire in your abdomen and you change several postions trying to get comfortable. You debate whether you should call 911 but decide not to as talking is difficult and you wanted to wait for your husband to get home. Your feet are off the bed and your crouched knees bent on the side of the bed. You want this to be over, but you can’t do this without him. Suddenly you feel the head hit your birthcanal with the seemingly millionth contraction. You moan and near scream at the pain. Right then your husband barges in running to you. He pulls you up to him. You stand with your back leaning against him, his hands under your arms and placed gently on your hard belly. He kisses your shoulder and tells you “It’s okay, just breathe, that’s it”. You feel much safer now that he’s here. The contraction gets increasingly more intense and you lose control of your legs, they begin to wobble unable to hold you up.

“Shh don’t worry I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He said hanging on to you not letting you collapse. He then helps you into bed on your back with your knees bent in birthing position. He looks between your legs and checks you “you’re not crowning yet, but you’re close. Do you think you can make it into the car?” He asks slowly in the most soothing way he can. You’re still completely naked from the bath, you doubt you’ll be able to get dressed let alone get into the car. As the contraction fades you say out of breathe “I don’t think so sweetie they’re right on top of eachother.” He kisses your belly and rubs it. “that’s OK we were considering a homebirth anyway” he said smiling with love in his eyes. “I’m going to go get some warm towels. Is there anything you need?” He asks. “Water…and don’t forget the sciccors” he say panting. He gets up to go get supplies. You pant and breathe out of exhaustion. Rubbing your belly as the babies kick hard. Just as he returns you’re hit with another contraction. By far the worst one.

You moan at the top your lungs.

He rushes toward you setting everything aside. Sitting on your side of the bed next to you, he grabs your hand and places the other on your belly stroking in softly. “Breathe, this is totally natural, the baby is decending down with your breath.” He says softly.

And decending it was, the baby’s head had reached your lips and you felt the sting of them stretch. The contraction practically pushing it out. “OOAAHHH GOD! IT’S COMING OUT! IT’S COMING OUT NOW!” You scream. You husband stands between your legs. “Remain calm sweetie just breathe. The baby’s crowning, okay. I need to push for me okay? Bare down and push.” You do at he says. It burns like acid and you’re so tired. “1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8-” he counts. You stop pushing in a gasp. Tears rolling down your face in pain. “Good push baby that was perfect, you’re doing perfect. The head is halfway out, you got this.” He says as he wipes your tears. “I love you so much, you’re doing amazing.” As the next contraction hits you push as hard as you can. “That’s it honey! Push out with the contraction.” You stop pushing and lay your head down. You repeat this process for what feels like an eternity.

You moan “it hurts…so…bad…”.

“I know babe, but you gotta get through it. The head is completely out, after the shoulders the baby will come right out. I need you to push as hard as you can one more time” he says.

You do as he says and you give it your all, unable to fight the screams, you screetch as the unbearable pain consumes your entire body. You feel the shoulders escape and with a gush of water the first baby comes out.

The baby screams a high pitched cry. You see your husband teary eye’d as he gazes upon his new child in his hands. “It’s a girl!” He sobs. “She’s so perfect…she’s beautiful.” He brings her to you and places her on your chest whilst putting a warm towel on top of her. You’re too overjoyed to notice that you have tears coming down your cheeks as well. You’re husband looks at you, his face matching yours as he kisses you with extreme passion.

“I love you so much. That was amazing. You were fantastic” he said. He proceeds to cut her cord and swaddle her in the warm towel. As he does so your contraction hits you again, forcefully pushing out the 2nd baby.

The baby feels much bigger than it’s sister. You grab your husbands arm as you moan loudly. “Ooah GOD it’s BIGGER!” He quickly sets the new baby girl on a pillow by the headbord next to your head.

“Push baby push!” He says between your legs. You scream loudly as you feel your already sore vagina suffer the abuse of the big baby’s head trying to squeeze through.

You push and push and push. It took 2 hours just to get the head out past the ears. You’re breathing is more like hyperventilation now. “Slow breathes baby there is no rush. The baby’s almost out, I just need a couple more pushes.” He says reassuringly.

With the next hard contraction you push hard again; But unfortunately not as hard as needed as you’re already too exhausted from the first born.

The head squeezes out with a gush of fluids. The shoulders however seem too large to fully push out. You push for another two hours.

“Come on! You can do it! Push!” You’re husband encourages.

You push as hard as you can. You’re throat aches from screaming, and you’re body feels too frail to continue; you’re deflated but still huge belly aching from the never-ending contractions. Halfway through your push you stop out of pure exhaustion.

“I…I..I-ca-cant” you pant. “I..I-I can’t do it” you say crying and nearly begging for mercy. “I-it’s t-too big” you cry.

“You have to push, it’s almost there sweetie just one more huge push and we’ll have our babies” He said distressed and emotionally drained from the situation. “Don’t give up baby you can do this.” He said lovingly stroking your belly.

“I-I can’t, it’s too much” you say panicingly.

“It’s going to be okay. This is almost over. Just please one more push; one more big push and you’re done. You are the strongest woman I know you can do this, please baby.”

“I love you” is all you can think to say. “I love you too” he replied.

The contraction hits as if you just fell from a 200 story building. You scream the loudest you ever had, you fear you’ll have lost you’re voice completely.

“PUSH!” He yelled.

And with all your might the large newborn squeezes out of you along with a huge rush of fluids.

Your head falls to the pillow in exhaustion. Your eyes close the room was silent and you hear no cries. You sit up and see the limp newborn be patted by it’s frantic father. Immediately after two pats on the back the baby begins to cry a newborn shrill.

“Our baby boy.. we have a baby boy.” You cry as he hands you the bloody baby wrapped in another towel.

“You did it baby. You were spectacular.” He kisses you once more.

After everything was settled he takes the three of you to his car and drives you to the emergency room.

Your daughter was 7 pounds 12oz (just one once away from being 8 pounds)

Your son was a large 8 pounds 10oz. The largest the hospital has seen.

You both end the night in bliss as a happy family. Your husband holding his little girl as you hold the little boy, he turns to you. “so when we can we try again?” he said jokingly You smile. You spend the night in the hospital as one big happy family.

I blame Tumblr for the potato quality, but you guys asked and you know I don’t like to disappoint.

Emma woke up feeling like she’d been hit by a truck. Her head was pounding and there was a sharp pain in her belly. Someone was saying her name repeatedly.

She managed to pry her eyes open, to find her husband’s worried face a couple of meters away.

”Shane?”

She blinked a few times to make her eyes focus. When her sight stabilized she found that Shane was tied to a chair in front of her and there was dried blood on his face.

”Emma”, he said again, and this time she actually managed to respond.

”Listen to me, Emma. We’re in trouble, kinda, but I need you to stay calm and trust me. Can you do that? Now, are you hurt?”

She looked down at her body to check, because honestly, everything hurt. Her belly was a tight aching globe, resting heavily on her thighs, and her wrists where tied to the arms of the chair she sat in. She tried to move her legs and discovered that her ankles where strapped tightly to the legs of the chair. She was tied down in the same manner as as husband.

”My head hurts”, She decided finally. ”But I don’t think it’s concussion-bad. And my belly is cramping.”

Shane’s face tightened. ”Like labor cramping?”

”I don’t know.”

It was far from the first time she woke up in an unfamiliar place, tied to chair. She and Shane worked as spies for a secret government agency, and since they were both pretty well known for their skills, in the underworld at least, they were quite often targets for kidnapping attempts. Bad guys always assumed that they knew classified stuff, which they did, and that torturing them would make them talk, which it didn’t. This was the first time she’d been kidnapped while she was pregnant, though. And at the moment she was very pregnant. Like, overdue pregnant.

Pretty soon a door to the right of her opened and their kidnappers stepped inside. Two guys, who were obviously hired to be muscle stayed in the background, while the boss, a man with a frankly ridiculous beard, started babbling and making demands. Emma had a hard time focusing, because the cramping was really getting bad now. She shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position, but it wasn’t working. The waistband of her somewhat stretchy pants was cutting into the bottom of her belly in a way it hadn’t before - like her belly had become lower. A new cramp had her leaning forward and holding her breath, her belly pressing hard against her thighs. She really wanted to spread her legs, both to give her belly more room and to widen her hips, because the pressure on them was getting intense.

The boss bad guy didn’t seem to notice her discomfort. Shane was doing an excellent job of keeping the attention on himself. He seemed to have given bad guy the nickname ”Redbeard”, which actually was pretty hilarious. At least until Redbeard had the brutes start breaking Shane’s fingers.

…

Two hours later there was no denying that Emma was in full blown labor. The pain and pressure kept ramping up and it was all she could do to keep from screaming. A little while ago, Redbeard and his crew had decided to finally give them a break, leaving Shane bruised and slightly broken.

”Shane?” she gasped, still slightly out of breath from the latest contraction.

Shane raised his head and blinked owlishly at her a few times, before sharpening his gaze.

”Emma? How’s… How’re…?”

”The baby’s coming.”

”Now?”

”Not this second, but pretty soon yeah.”

Shane straightened up and took as deep a breath as he dared with possibly broken ribs.

”Someone will be coming to rescue us. And in the meantime I’m gonna work on getting us out of here, okay? You work on keeping that baby inside you as long as you can. We have a bet, remember? Baby’s not gonna be born here.”

Before she could respond, the door opened. Their break was apparently over, and in more ways than one, at that - another contraction was squeezing down on her belly. The downwards pressure threatened to drive her insane and she leaned back and tried to spread her legs, shoving her hips forward to widen them. It seemed to work, as the pressure suddenly released. Then warm fluid spread from the crotch of her pants, dripping down her legs and making a puddle on the floor.

”Well, look at that”, said Redbeard with a grin that showed way too many teeth. ”Maybe we should switch it up a bit. See if smart mouth here will talk when it’s the missus that’s hurting.” He stroked his beard thoughtfully before snapping his fingers at the goons. ”Tie her legs together!”

As soon as her legs were freed, she kicked the closest brute in the face, hard enough to break his nose. She would probably have gotten loose, too - she was a highly skilled agent, after all - if she hadn’t been interrupted by another contraction, way more painful than the previous. Her body was screaming at her to push, the urge impossible to resist. She spread her legs wide, butt at the edge of her seat so the armrests wouldn’t be in the way, and pushed. She gasped as she felt the baby’s head slowly starting to move through her strained cervix. With another heaving push she managed to get it fully into her birth canal, before her uterus started to relax again.

Before she had time to catch her breath, the second goon tied her ankles together, then her knees. She tried kicking him with both feet, but holy shit the baby was close. Her hips felt like they might come apart if she tried another move like that. She slouched in the chair a bit, hoping to take the pressure off her poor hips, but with the baby’s head already in her birth canal, it was a hopeless endeavor.

”This will be fun”, said Redbeard, a crazy gleam in his eyes.

…

Her nether lips felt swollen and oversensitive, the baby’s head behind them making them bulge outwards. Emma let her head fall back, trying to conserve energy between contractions. Pushing was fruitless with her legs tied together like this, but she couldn’t help it, victim to her body’s demands. Her damp hair stuck to her face as she panted.

”Could I have some water?” She knew it was a stupid question even before she asked, but it slipped out anyway. She could kill for a glass of water right now.

”What are you prepared to give in exchange?” Redbeard smirked at her answering groan.

Her muscles were tightening again, the shape of her belly visibly changing with the force of it. Her pink tank top clung to her, drenched with sweat and - embarrassingly enough - breast milk. Her contracting belly heaved with each breath, before the spasming pain forced her to hold her breath and push.

Her nethers dragged against her panties, lips spreading. This pain was sharper, like fire between her legs. She let out a scream, the first one since her labor began, and met Shane’s terrified eyes. He’d been keeping up a steady stream of reassuring words since her water broke, but now he paused, at a loss for words in the face of her pain. That scream struck a cord deep inside him, because he’d never heard it before. Not like that. Emma usually handled pain in silence.

Redbeard made a pathetic attempt at a super villain laugh. It was straight-out-of-a-spy-movie bad. If Emma didn’t have a baby slowly crowning in her vagina she would have mocked him for it. As it was SHE HAD A BABY CROWNING IN HER VAGINA.

She fruitlessly tried to spread her legs as she felt the head pressing against her inner thighs and the seat of the chair. She needed to make more room. Leaning forwards and heaving against the armrests, she managed to raise her butt from the seat a few inches. The force of her pushes and the new space behind her thighs allowed the baby to slip out more, tenting her pants as it came to a full crown.

She couldn’t hold the position, though. Her entire body was shaking from strain and exhaustion and as her muscles relaxed, she lost her balance. Her butt hit the unforgiving seat of the chair, pushing the baby back in, to her complete and utter horror.

”Sha-ane”, she gasped as tears and sweat streamed down her face. The gasp turned into a sob.

”Yeah, Shane”, said Redbeard and put his arm around Shane’s shoulder to whisper conspiratorially into his ear. ”What do you say we put her out of her misery, eh?”

Turns out, that’s what Shane had been waiting for - for someone to get close enough. He rocked his chair forward enough to be able to slam it back down on Redbeard’s foot. Then he pulled his elbow backwards, the broken thumb making it possible to slip his hand out of the rope. The elbow hit Redbeard in the face, knocking him into the goon behind him. With a twist, Shane managed to smash his chair against them both, finally breaking it.

Emma watched him make his move, but once again she was hit by a contraction, squeezing her eyes shut as it felt like someone was tightening a barbed wire around her middle. She pushed as hard as she could, straining against the ropes as she once again desperately tried to spread her legs.

Two shots being fired shocked her into opening her eyes. She laid eyes on Shane, who had somehow gotten hold of a gun. His left hand was a mess, but otherwise he seamed mostly okay. Thankfully. She couldn’t focus on anything else, outside of the frantic need to birth her child.

Shane was on his knees infront of her in a second, a knife produced from somewhere. It felt like it took an eternity for him to saw through the ropes around her legs, but in reality it went pretty quick. The moment her legs where free she flung them open, the baby’s head practically shooting forwards before the fabric of her pants reached their limit and stopped it.

Emma gasped in a breath and let is out as a sob, because her pants were tight and she needed. The baby. OUT!

Shane stared in shock at the huge bulge his kid’s head was creating in her pants. It was really happening. He was becoming a father.

He made quick work of removing her pants and underwear, leaving them tangled in her shoes. He looked up just in time to see the head pop out.

”Shit”, he muttered and shrugged out of his t-shirt, bringing the soft fabric up to catch the baby as it slid out in a rush of fluids.

Emma let her eyes slip shut momentarily, as she felt the baby leave her body. She felt uncomfortably empty, but after her traumatic labor it was such a relief that all she could do was breath. Just for a second.

She raised her head anxiously when she realized how quiet it was. Before she had time to really panic, though, the sharp cry of a newborn rang trough the room.

”It’s a girl. Emma, it’s a girl.” Shane sounded like he was crying.

She tried to reach out for her baby but discovered that her arms were still tied to the chair. Shane seemed to realize this, too, and for a moment they just stared at each other, completely at a loss. He needed his hands free to cut her loose, and the mere thought of putting their daughter down on the cold dirty floor made them both shudder.

At that moment, the door burst open and kevlar-dressed agents spilled into the room. The extraction team had finally arrived.

…

A few hours later found Emma and Shane in a comfortable hospital room, staring down at their brand new daughter.

”So who won the bet?” murmured Shane.

Emma gave a soft laugh. ”You said she would be born in the hospital. I think I was closer - even if she wasn’t born in the car. Point is we didn’t make it to the hospital.”

Shane snorted and kissed her hair, taking a moment to just breath in her scent.

”Fine, you can name her.”

Emma smiled down at their daughter, as said daughter stretched and emitted a tiny, adorable yawn.

”Lucy.”

Before your husband left on deployment, you had amazing sex, with every intention of making a baby. You promised him you wouldn’t give birth until he was home safe again, and you meant it. You were having pains on and off for a few days now, but through willpower and painkillers you were doing your best to stave it off. You knew you husband would be home in less than a day, but you felt horrible, you wanted this baby out, you wanted him home. A day felt like a million years away.

Every second seemed to tick past agonisingly slowly. Your stomach was shifting and contorting, your body working against your wishes, trying to push on the baby, at least move the baby into the right position. Hour by hour, you could feel the pressure building in your hips as your body overcame your will. You couldn’t stop nature for too long, you knew this, but that wouldn’t stop you trying.

You eagerly watched the clock. You knew you had to leave at 6 to meet him at the airport, but you didn’t want to be early since you were clearly distressed. However, you wanted this over with as soon as possible. As the clock struck 6, you felt a pop, fluid gushing between your legs. You water broke. There was no time to change, so you hopped in the car, hoping no one would notice, and drove as best you could to the airport.

The pain kept getting more intense. Predictably, your husband’s baby was huge - must be 10 lbs, the doctors had predicted, unfortunately for you. You tried to focus as much as you could, but the 20 minute drive felt like an hour. Thankfully, you arrived in one piece, parking quite carelessly and stumble-waddling into the airport. You tried to maintain composure while asking for directions from staff, but you undoubtedly raised a few eyebrows - hugely pregnant, appearing to be in distress, it was bound to attract attention.

Had you been in a more put together state, you would have tapped your foot while you waited for him at the arrivals. However, you were so focused on not pushing, on not caving to your contractions, on keeping your legs closed and your baby inside, that you couldn’t waste energy on anything else. You could feel the baby’s head now, it was firmly down in your hips, it was so close, yet you knew you had to wait for your husband - he wanted to be there.

At long last, you saw his familiar face emerge from the doors. He hurried over to embrace you, taking you in his arms, kissing you deeply, and for a moment the pain of labour disappeared - your husband had arrived, you were relieved, there was a moment of bliss. The moment the kiss broke, however, you let out a moan. He asked what was wrong - “The baby’s coming now!” you scream.

Just as you know your husband would, he sweeps you off your feet and with the direction of airport staff brings you to a secluded family bathroom while they call for medical assistance. He helps you remove your soaked clothing, and urges you to squat down a little. He places his hand between your legs, and he gasps, tears in his eyes - he can feel your baby.

hey, naphires again, another request solved: 135.7

Imagine you’re a young woman, looking for a summer job before your senior year of college. You eventually find an ad for a security guard job at a local theme park, which advertises extremely lifelike animatronics. You’ve always wanted a night shift (for the aesthetic), and it pays massively well, so you take the job.

First night, you plug in your headphones and listen to the pre-recorded instructor voiceover. After generic introductions, he begins.