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You've been congested, feverish, and nauseous for a day or two, when your belly starts to act up too. Must be some kind of stomach flu, because you're bloated and miserable. After four days on the couch, you're exhausted, barely sleeping, and it's hard to eat enough to keep up your strength. And you're even more bloated. The oversized pajamas you've been living in no longer quite cover you up. The waistband is digging in, and you tug it under your belly with a sigh of satisfaction.
At the end of the week, you start a feel a little better, finally alert enough for a thorough shower and clean clothes. The hot water is heavenly on your achy body, and you spend a long time scrubbing all the gross sickly sweat off. Running your hands over your belly is weird. The skin is taut, and your navel is shallow, almost flat. While towelling off, you catch your reflection in the mirror and your stomach flips. Maybe it's about time to call your gp, because the bloating hasn't gone down at all. In fact, you're bigger than ever.
After a very frustrating few minutes of digging through your closet, you settle on your loosest sweatpants and biggest t-shirt, but most of your belly is still showing. Nothing to be done about it right now, and your appetite has finally returned, so you put the worries from your mind and spend the night in front of the tv with a financially irresponsible amount of delivered food.
The next day, your gp tells you that you've most likely caught a bug that's been going around, and to call if you're not better in a week. Your fever has broken, and the nausea has mostly gone, so you're not worried. The exhaustion has yet to lift though, so you spend another few days in front of the tv, rubbing your upset belly. Annoyingly, your libido has returned, but a few minutes with your vibe in the shower should fix that.
It's been a while, so you're panting and moaning in minutes, slick running down your thigh, arm leaning heavily against the shower wall. You wish you had someone with you, to fuck you against the tile. Instead, you muscles are clenching around nothing, and the vibe doesn't reach all your throbbing flesh. Luckily, your orgasm comes quickly and forcefully, and you squirt more than you ever have. Good thing you're in the shower, though sitting on the cooling tile to catch your breath is unpleasant.
While waiting for your body to calm down, you rub both hands up and down your belly. Your fingers skip over a bump, and you look down in surprise to find your navel proudly sticking out from your round, taut skin. Odd.
Under your hands, your belly protests again, cramping and rumbling. Almost like you can feel it move. It takes all of your energy to return to the couch, where you fall asleep instantly.
A dull pain wakes you. It's the same cramps, returning with a vengeance. They subside in a few minutes though, and you wake the next morning with a crick in your neck, cursing your couch.
Before you can get up, the cramps are back, and it feels like your whole lower body is being squeezed. You clutch at your belly, breath coming fast, feeling those same strange sensations again.
Over the next few hours, the cramps return a few times, and you decide to call your doctor. Does this count as an emergency? Probably not, you can wait a few minutes. While the wait music plays, the cramps return, so you pace the length of your living room a few times, then squat by the couch, rubbing your back. Something is sitting low in your pelvis. What's going on?
You hear the receptionist's voice drift from the phone on the floor, but all you can is groan in pain, as you feel something stretching you open.
By the time emergency services arrive, you're leaning your elbows on the couch and your feet on the coffee table, legs spread to accomodate what's stretching you to your limit.
Thirty minutes later, the two EMTs are still on your living room floor with you, but you've started to tune them out. One of them has a hand between your legs and one on your belly, saying something about a placenta, the other one went into the kitchen. Both of them are absolutely refusing to tell you why you're so sick, no matter how many times you explain you have a stomach flu. At least whatever they're doing to you is working, as you're already feeling less bloated. Now your chest feels strange though, kinda tender and wet. At least you're no longer congested.
Hopefully you can avoid getting infected again next winter. You're still not sure who's given you this awful bug, but you hope they're suffering through the same thing you are.
(NB, 1 human baby, bus, holding head, refusing to push, didn't know they were pregnant)
Their leggings were soaked. So was their sweater dress — at least the seat of it — and the weight that had settled into their hips was uncomfortable. Everything about this was uncomfortable. Their leggings sticking to their thighs, the weight in their hips, the cramps that were making their midriff ache, the heat of the bus making their face flushed, the uncomfortable seat, everything.
Aspen's hand slipped into theirs, lacing their fingers together, and they squeeze a little, in time with one of the insistent cramps. Aspen leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple, squeezing back in support.
"Still cramping?" He asks them, lips still pressed to their temple, and they nod wordlessly, clearing their throat.
"Y-Yeah, it's starting to hurt so bad, Asp," they reply, leaning over to rest their head on his shoulder, their free hand resting over their lower abdomen. "'N there's this like… weight. I dunno-ouuhhhh…" That cramp was so much worse than the ones they'd been having so far, and they bit their lip to keep from crying out at the pain.
"Aspen," Charlie gasps, holding tight to his hand, their hand shaking in his. He pulls their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to their knuckles. They smile softly — though it was strained because of the pain they were in — pressing a returning kiss to his jaw.
"Hurts," they add, groaning lowly as the next cramp started to tighten around their back and belly.
The weight moved, shoving down, down, down.
It hurt to keep their legs close together now, the weight forcing their thighs apart. Their hips — which had been feeling loose all day, in a way that they couldn't explain to Aspen when they'd woken up that morning — were full. The weight was filling them up, taking that loose feeling and instead making it tight, like there wasn't any more room in the bowl of their pelvis.
Charlie's thighs shift, pulling apart to ease the pressure in their hips. Their wet dress rucked up a little, and they can feel just how soaked their seat was. What it was, they weren't sure. It didn't smell like urine, so they weren't worried about that, but it had come from them. The pressure had eased just a little when they'd soaked their seat and their clothes, but that relief was gone now, replaced by that weight in their hips.
Aspen caught onto their movements, the squelch of their soaked seat as they adjusted, his thumb brushing over their knuckles again as he spoke quietly.
"Char?" They whimper in response, biting their lip as the next cramp starts to pull their stomach tight.
"I-I… I can't keep my legs closed, th-there's something making it hard to keep my legs shut," they whimper, voice shaky. "I think something's coming o-out." Their thighs trembled, the pressure growing between them.
Aspen shakes his hand loose from theirs, moving his hand to their thigh closest to him, fingers gliding along the seam of their leggings to their crotch, up under their dress, fingers pulling their waistband away from their skin and down to feel their labia. It was warm to his touch, pushing away from their body just a little with the weight that was in Charlie's hips.
Experienced fingers gently pushed into their hole, fingertips dipping into their body, meeting the resistance of the weight in their hips. He explored the mass, how fleshy it felt, squishy but not too much give. Charlie's hand gripped Aspen's wrist, hanging onto him in any way as a new cramp pulled their midriff tight, the mass in their hips pressing against Aspen's fingers.
Feeling the weight against his fingertips, exploring what he could feel as it bulged their vagina against their partner's palm.
"Fuck," they breathed, fingertips digging into Aspen's arm as the weight pushed down. Pushed out. "It's coming out," they whine under their breath, trying not to draw any other passengers' attentions to their plight. Whatever it was. Their breath was quick, thighs trembling around Aspen's hand and the mass.
"Breathe, Char. Breathe, baby," Aspen coos, looking at them and pressing a kiss to their sweaty temple. In their sweater dress, sitting in the warmth of the bus coupled with the exertion their body was going through, forcing the mass out of their body, was causing them to sweat. "Just breathe, baby, okay? Let your body do what it's doing, okay?"
Charlie shakes their head quickly, their free hand gripping the hem of their dress. "It's coming out, Asp, I need to get it out." This gives Aspen a shock of panic, looking at Charlie with wide eyes.
"Baby, Charlie, don't. Keep it in, wait till we get to the hospital. Let the doctors help you, baby," he pleads, pressing a kiss to their temple again.
"Please, Asp, I need it out, it hurts." Charlie's desperate now, an urge to give in, to help their body get it out. Their thighs spread a little more, the bulge between their thighs pushes further from their hips, the lips of their vagina pulsing and blood-warm under Aspen's palm.
"Char, breathe, baby, don't get it out, keep it in, baby. Just a little longer, okay? We're only a couple stops away." They instead give in, bearing down with the peak of their cramp, thighs quivering as their head tipped back. Their lips stretched in pain, a thin drawn-out whine hissing through their teeth as they bore down with their body.
Aspen's hand slips down, perfectly cupping their vagina in his palm, holding… whatever it was inside. It was firm under his hand, pressing into it, and he could feel their labia parting around it. Stretching around it.
They let out a strangled sound as the bus rocks to a stop and a couple other passengers get up, slowly walking through the aisle to disembark. Charlie hunches back in on themself, shrinking in on themself and biting their lip hard to keep themself quiet. For as much as this hurt, they also wanted to keep it between them and Aspen until they got to the hospital. Their nails dug into the skin on Aspen's forearm as they forced themself to keep quiet, instead panting harshly through their nose.
"Asp, please, let me push it out, it hurts so bad, I can't keep it in," they beg, eyes watery as they met Aspen's.
It made his heart break.
"Not yet, baby. We're the next stop, okay? Just a couple more minutes." The bus starts rocking again, moving diligently towards the stop near the emergency room. "Don't push, okay, baby? I've got you, just hold on a little longer, okay?" Even as he begged them not to push, they could feel their body forcing the mass harder against his palm, stretching them further around the girth of it.
His free hand rest over theirs on his forearm, thumb rubbing over their knuckles. "Just a little more, baby. Almost there, we're almost to the hospital." Their body relaxed some, and the mass sank back inside them. They panted, whining under their breath as they writhed a little around Aspen's hand.
"I can't, Aspen, I need it out, it's hurting me!" They whimper, panting through the next cramp, trying to not give in to the urge that was overwhelming their psyche right that moment. Their nails dug in, skin turning white with the strength behind their fingers. They'd feel bad about the blood they drew when all this was over, but right then they were in the middle of the most agonizing event of their life and could only focus on panting and whining through the pain, vision vaguely focused solely on the side of Aspen's face when their eyes were open.
Pink eyes squeeze shut as their body pulls tight again, chest heaving as they pant, head tipping back as they lose themself in the feeling of their body contracting in on itself, trying to expel the mass between their legs.
The next few minutes pass in a repeating rhythm of their body trying to rid itself of the weight — which they were convinced right then was their entire uterus — and Aspen holding it back before the bus slowed, rocking to a stop in front of the hospital, a short distance from the emergency room. Aspen pulled his hand from theirs, standing and helping them up, one hand still lightly cupping their crotch before he slowly retracted it, wrapping his hand around their waist and helping them hobble off the bus. They stagger down the stairs, thighs spread wide around the weight, and right as they take a single step towards the emergency room, they're halted, crying out into the air of the parking lot.
Right there, legs spread wide, one hand reaching to cup over their vagina through their leggings, other hand gripping Aspen's tight as they bore down hard. Their body demanded it. It wouldn't let them be a passive passenger to this ride, and they were overtaken by it.
The bulge pushed through their labia, stretching it wider than they'd been before when it was slowly stretching them into Aspen's hand, and they felt it fill out their own palm through the fabric they still wore.
"Asp, it's coming out, it's coming out! Help me, I can't, it's too big, it's coming out!" Aspen quickly kneels in front of them, guiding their hands to his shoulders to hold themself up, his own hands pulling their waistband down, the bulge growing before his eyes. It was wet and tinged red with blood, framed by their vagina, stretching the fabric of their panties away from their body. He quickly pulled those down too, as far as he could with their thighs spread, making room for whatever it was coming out of his partner.
Above him, Charlie tilted their head back as they bore down again, gasping in relief as the burn subsided, part of the mass popping free of them into Aspen's hands as he cupped them over their sore labia. They sobbed in the brief interim of reprieve, body quivering above Aspen as he held the mass in shaky hands.
It turned in their hips, giving Aspen a good look at what he held. He let out a noise of surprise and understanding as Charlie let out a whimper at the movement within.
"Oh," he gasped, looking at the head that he held, letting out a breathy laugh of surprise before he looked up at Charlie. They looked down at him, face pinched in pain as their body pulled tight again, glancing between their thighs towards his hands before their head tipped back again, knees bending ever so slightly as they bore down with their body.
A cry of agony erupted from their throat as both shoulders stretched free of them, the body slipping free into Aspen's hands with a gasp from Charlie. They shakily looked down, slightly scared to see what they'd just pushed free, panting in the aftermath as they saw the baby that was starting to squirm in Aspen's hands.
Both of them traced the cord back inside of them, as if neither of them could believe that that had just happened.
"Well," Aspen started, standing up swiftly and holding Charlie and their new baby close as commotion erupted behind him, an orderly and nurse running over with a wheelchair, "that explains a lot."
A man fixates on a pregnant woman, intent on making her (and her baby) his own.
TAGS: f/m, fpreg, fbirth, manipulation, dubious consent, mentions of murder, stalking, harassment, dark romance (?), slightly naive FMMC
Traditionally, they didn't know one another. Autumn, with her big, hazel eyes and curly red hair was clueless and beautiful. Jay was a fellow grocery shopper at the store, a tired man typing away at his computer at the coffee shop, and a man waiting to pick someone up outside of the OBGYN's office.
She never noticed him because she wasn't looking for him. She didn't see him, even when she started looking for him. Especially when the flowers (and their attached notes) started coming.
For the prettiest girl in the office. Happy Valentine's Day, my dove.
Happy Birthday, my dove.
Congratulations, my dove, you will be a wonderful mother.
It's a girl! She will be beautiful, just like her mother. Are you excited, my dove?
Changing her phone number was useless. She still got strange phone calls from different numbers that changed daily. Moving to the middle of the woods, miles away from prying eyes also didn't help, though she lived with the false security that nobody could see her.
Your new house is quite lovely, my dove. It's much quieter out here. Though, your boyfriend doesn't seem happy about it.
They had been fighting. Being relentlessly stalked for your entire pregnancy (and a good chunk of your relationship) could do that to a couple. The only thing that could be worse for a woman just a week away from her due date would be her boyfriend leaving a note on the bedside table and disappearing one morning.
I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry.
She (and her neighbor) would never consider that his body was being devoured by her neighbor's pigs on a farm several miles away. The clothes had already been burned and any remaining pieces had been carefully retrieved afterwards. It was remarkably easy to sell someone's identity online if you knew the right people, and Jay certainly did.
The missing person investigation couldn't start if the paper trail insisted there was no missing person.
Jay had been sneaking into her house for weeks, but it was much easier now that her boyfriend was out of the picture. Placing a signal jammer in her home was part one of the plan. Jamming a hole into two of her tires was part two. Now all he had to do was wait. He didn't want to alarm Autumn, so he didn't activate the signal jammer just yet.
No, he waited. He watched from afar, admiring her through the various cameras he had placed in the trees that surrounded her house.
Two days.
She was pacing the house. She had been that way for a few hours now, fidgety, anxious, unable to sit still. Autumn was restless and her cheeks were flushed as she leaned, resting her forearms on the island in her kitchen lowering her head. This caused her ass to push out towards the sliding glass doors, giving the camera a direct view as her water broke. Fluid stained her skirt, darkening the soft blue fabric in a large circle, causing Autumn to jolt.
Before she could reach for her phone, before she could even react, Jay turned on the signal jammer. It was time.
It meant he didn't get to watch her through the cameras. He wouldn't get to see her panic, the way she fumbled with her phone, or how she might fight with her router, or how she tried to figure out how to call for help.
As he drove closer to her property, he imagined her face, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes wide with fear and pain. She would be vulnerable. She would finally be his.
He parked in some heavy brush to hide his car, watching as she slowly tried to stumble to her car. Her movements were clumsy and heavy with discomfort as she tried to unlock the door. Her moans were soft and breathy, barely audible from where Jay was parked. Her hair was pulled up away from her face, little curls hanging free and untamed during her rush.
The car started, reversed, and started out of the driveway. Jay watched as she gasped and gripped the wheel, clearly sure she had time to make it to a hospital. He stayed a distance behind. He knew the route. He had plenty of time. She didn't.
The wheels gave out about twenty minutes in. Autumn pulled to the side of the road and got out, clearly distraught. She was clutching her heavy pregnant belly as she stumbled to the tires, trying to figure out what to do.
Jay hung behind and watched her desperately try to fix the issue for a while before he saw her pull out her phone.
Oh, no, that wouldn't work. He pulled up to her and got out of his car.
"Oh, miss, are you alright?" He bit back a smile.
"No, no, I'm not," she gasped, leaning against her car, "I'm---I'm in labor, and my car--it's just---" She gestured uselessly at the car. "I need to call someone, I think," she winced, gritting her teeth as she tried to find her words. She was ethereal up close.
"Sure, we can call a tow truck for the car, and an ambulance for you," he tried to sound helpful, but he knew damn well neither of these things would help. The closest tow truck or even roadside assistance usually took at least 2 to 3 hours in these part of town, and the ambulance? Well, he'd work around that.
"Please, my phone has been acting so weird..." She took in a sharp breath and pressed her hands into little fists, her nails leaving little half-moon shapes in her palms when she relaxed.
"Sure, Miss." He nodded, going to grab his phone, "Why don't you take a seat in my car, for now?"
She was too trusting for a girl who had been relentlessly stalked. Maybe she was just desperate.
Jay was not entirely a liar. He did call for a tow for her car. It would come...in 4 hours.
"Oh, unfortunately it seems the battery on my phone has died."
Autumn made a scared, desperate noise, her face going pale, "No, no--"
"I can take you where you were going, miss."
"Would you?" She moaned as the pain took her again. She was writhing in his passenger seat, her body perfect even in its worst pain. She trusted him too much.
"Of course."
She was in his car. She smelled like peaches and cream and when she moaned it sounded like what honey tasted like. Something about the way she writhed and hissed made Jay ache so much it made his teeth hurt. He gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, his focus intense.
Autumn, mistaking his focus for anxiety, took a steadying breath between contractions, "It's okay," she gasped, "I won't give birth in your car."
Jay bit back a moan at the thought, "No worries, miss, I will get you to a proper doctor. Even if not, I am versed in baby rearing."
"You've done this before?" Her voice peaked as the pain started again.
He thought of the videos he'd watched, the articles he'd read, the prep he had done for all of this, then nodded curtly. "I have." He had gone through the scenario enough times in this head it counted as knowing it better than he knew himself.
"Ow! Ah, oh my god," she threw her head back and gripped the seat. "Fuck, it hurts," she hissed, trying to pull away from the pain. "It's--dropping---" her voice dropped too, a low moan of agony.
She was ready. Jay knew that if he took the shortcut he knew, she would make it to the hospital, where doctors and nurses would delivery her baby. But if he took the main route...
"Oh my god, it's---so low, I think---" Autumn was fidgeting in her seat, trying to pull the seatbelt off. Jay glanced at her, watching how she widened her legs as much as she could.
"Please, tell me we're close," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
The road was empty, as it usually was this time of day. Jay took a wrong turn that took them into the woods. This road would lead out into town, but it would add an extra thirty minutes to get to town and an extra hour before they made it to a hospital.
"Just hold on," he murmured, only partially focusing. He drove carefully. He had precious cargo on board, after all. The next twenty minutes was Autumn sobbing beside him, imploring him to take him to the hospital, to drive faster, to get her to the doctor...
She was pressing her legs tightly closed now, digging her nails hard into her thighs and bunching up her pretty blue skirt. Autumn was a wreck, her body trembling, her belly round and low, her face bright red. Tears streamed down her face as she leaned her head back, her neck exposed as she did so. She was so vulnerable. Jay fought the urge to lean and kiss the fair skin there.
"Oh--oh my god!" Autumn choked. The urge to push wasn't new. The need to bear down wasn't novel or something she hadn't grown to know. The intensity was something she hadn't known before. She didn't know her body could do it for her.
"Jay!" He had told her his name at some point. After all, you should know each other's names when driving someone to give birth. "Please, it's coming!"
Perfect. Jay didn't hesitate to cut the engine and pull to the side of the road. They were in the dead of the forest, nothing to accompany them but woodland animals and dirt. He jumped out of his truck and whipped around to pull Autumn's door open.
She was ethereal, a whimpering mess in his passenger seat trying to keep her legs shut. She was an angel, a perfect creature meant for him and only him. This would be his baby now. They would both be his.
"Alright, Autumn," he bit back the urge to call her, 'my dove,' as he knelt before her, gently coaxing her legs open. "It's time, we're going to do this here."
"I can't! Please, I want to go to a hospital! It isn't supposed to be like this!" She choked through her sobs, "I had a boyfriend, and we had a birth plan, and---" A contraction interrupted her. She screamed, a raw, guttural sound that went heavy and deep as she finally gave in and bore down.
"Oh fuck, oh my god," she breathed heavily afterwards, her eyes wide. Jay had never seen anything more perfect.
"Good girl, just like that," he couldn't believe he was here. All his work had led him here. Of course he was here. He had earned this. She would love him. He just had to show her.
"Where is your boyfriend?" He had to fight to keep the mocking tone out of his voice.
"He---he left, and I don't know wh-ahh!" She bore down again, harder this time. Jay reached and let her squeeze his hand. She held firm. It hurt, but not as much as the time it took to get her here. Not as much as knowing this baby wasn't biologically his.
"He doesn't deserve someone like you if he is going to leave you here, like this," Jay scolded. He had grown good at hiding his smiles. "Now, we need to take your underwear off for this."
"Please don't look," Autumn breathed.
"Miss, you're having a baby on the side of the road, there is no shame here," Jay scolded. Her panties were pink and stained from her water breaking earlier. When he removed them, he found that she wasn't crowning just yet, but probably would be soon.
"You're doing well, Autumn," he cooed. He was swift about tucking away her underwear in his pocket. She wouldn't miss them.
"I don't want to, I wanna go home--" She cried.
"Easy, just breathe," he purred, his hand resting on her thigh. She shook her head, her breath hitching as she tried to listen to his command.
"I--can't---it---hurts!"
"Yes, I know, I know," he soothed uselessly, the empathy lacking. She didn't seem to notice, because she was pushing again. The head was slowly starting to bulge and ---oh, her pussy was as perfect as she was. In all his time watching her, Jay hadn't been able to see her pussy up close. Fuck, he wanted to touch it, to play with it, to lick and---
Focus. Autumn was keening and screaming his name like he could save her from this searing agony. He pressed his hand to the bulge of her sex, "Breathe," he commanded as the contraction ended.
"I can't do this, I can't, it burns, it hurts--"
"It's happening, you're going to do it, there's no going back, Autumn---"
The next contraction was swift and ruthless. Autumn screamed and bore down. Jay pulled his hand back and watched as slowly, ever so slowly, the head started to stretch her open. It was an agonizing pace, one that had Autumn pleading with him to pull it out for the next twenty minutes.
Sure, he could have helped, but the process of watching this huge head slowly, meticulously stretch her tight pussy open without tearing was mesmorizing. When it came to a full crown, she shrieked, terror echoing through the forest.
"I don't want to, please, please, I don't want to give birth," she begged.
"You're going to give birth, now push, Autumn," Jay squeezed her thigh, hard, harder than he'd meant to. Autumn whimpered in fear and screamed as she pushed again. The head emerged, proof of the child that haunted Jay, the child that was the only proof of Autumn and her bastard boyfriend.
"Oh god, is it--"
"It's there, Autumn. Now give me another push." The shoulders were another debacle. Autumn's screams echoed through the forest for another twenty minutes until the shoulders finally started to give way.
"Fuck, I'm going to---I can't---" Autumn was exhausted, breathless and scared. "Please, pull it out, I can't do it."
"Push. One more push, Autumn."
"No, please."
"Now, you can do this." He was softer this time, looking in her eyes. Autumn nodded and gave him a push that was harder than any of the others, her teeth grinding hard as she pressed her chin against her chest and squeezed her eyes shut.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
It was, indeed, a healthy baby girl. Autumn named her June, after the month she was born in. She would, in an attempt to thank the man who 'saved her' that night, ask Jay to go to dinner. Funnily enough, it was the end of her stalking problem.
She never heard from her boyfriend again. She lived a happy life with her daughter, got married, and now was pregnant with twins. She had almost completely forgotten about her stalker issue until she was in labor with her twins and Jay, her husband, squeezed her hand and whispered, "You're doing great, my dove, now push."
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their skin gleaming with sweat. stretch marks and redness all across their belly, smaller amounts decorating their thighs and breasts. their belly rising and falling as they gasp, then visibly clenching with a contraction. their cunt bulging ever so slightly even before the head is visible. their face red and eyes a little vacant as they dissociate and try to tolerate the pain. messy hair tied back, out of the way. looking up at you, silently pleading to stay with them. will you stay with them?
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You heard weird moans at night coming from my bedroom. When you enter, you find me entirely naked and laid on my back with my legs spread. You had no idea I was pregnant. I hid it so well. My belly is round. I am sweating. My pubic area is swollen. The baby's head must be very close. My labias as puffy and flushed. My hands close up in fists on the sheets as I moan. My vulva bugles and my labias stretch just a little. I give a big push. My eyebrows crunch. I raise my knees and bring my chin to my chest. "Gggnnnnnnn" My vagina opens up. I am close to crowning but I fall back on the bed with exhaustion and the head slides back in. "What are you doing here ?" I would ask, panicked, as I can't hide or run away with a baby's head between my legs.
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Another prompt: you know I can’t miss work today, so it’s pretty fucked up that you went into labor just before I leave. It’s okay, I forgive you. We’ll keep the baby in until I get home. Tying your legs together should do the trick.
- Sol ✨
“Oh, baby. Just look at you.”
My eyes snap open to seek yours out in the dim light, breath catching in my throat as I meet your gaze– dark, hungry, and most importantly: approving. A broken sob tears free from my lips, and I struggle against the bindings that are looped around my wrists, desperate to reach out to you. “P-Please,” I whine. “I need… mm, I need to push.”
“That went fast,” you murmur, brow lifting in surprise. “My poor love. You must be so tired.”
Your voice is a soothing balm for my rattled, exhausted body. You place your hand around my ankle, stroking your fingertips over the red silk rope tied around it. Beneath it, my skin is angry and red and raw– hours of twisting in pain had left its mark. Beneath me, the sheets are soaked in sweat and blood and fluid— all clear signs that the birth was imminent. That, and the unbearable pressure building in my hips.
"Should we get these off you then?” you ask as you languidly begin undoing my bindings. “You want me to check and see what's going on?”
"No time,” I gasp. Another contraction holds my belly in a vice grip, and each slip of the rope lets my legs fall open a little wider. The baby's head is forcing its way down my pelvis now; an unbearable weight that brings an unbearable need to push. To shove down around the bowling ball wedged between my thighs. “Mmm, its coming. I can feel it.”
You stop right around my knees, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses along their curve. “Look at how much progress you're making,” you coo, watching intently as my belly spasms and I writhe on the bed, struggling to part my legs. To bear down. “You're being so, so good for me. I knew you would be."
"Mmmph." As the rope slips over my knees, I cry out in relief as I allow them to fall open. Now that there's space, the head is right there. The red-hot tissue of my cervix is stretched wide and thin, and the head grinds against it, forcing its way down. "N-Need to push," I gasp. "Please, can I push? Please, please, pleas- ahhhh, fuck!"
My pleas trail off into a desperate wail, and I throw my head back against the pillows, bearing down with as much strength as I can. I feel you undo another knot, and I immediately spread my legs wider, exposing just a small glimpse of my bulging cunt.
"Slow, baby. Slow," you command. "You dont want to rush. You'll tear."
"Ooooh." I inhale a shaky breath. "Its— hmmmmph. Baby, I cant stop," I pant, my eyes wide and wild. "It's c-comingggg."
Your facade slips, just a little. I feel your urgency as you undo the last of the bindings that criss-cross over my thighs and the base of my belly. Your lips leave a lingering kiss on the skin there, and a small smile tugs at your mouth as you move to kneel between my legs. "You've done so well. You ready to push for me?"
I nod frantically as I work to shift myself up onto my knees, bound wrists be damned. "Its right there," I grunt as I brace my weight on you, half expecting the baby to slide down to a full crown as soon as my thighs are open. Your arm slides around my waist to hold me up, and your other hand reaches between my legs to cup my gaping labia and perineum. "Holy fuckkk."
"God, you're so open, baby," you marvel, sliding your fingertips over my lips and my pulsing clit. "Look at you. Giving me the best show. I could watch you do this forever. Spread yourself open and birth baby after baby."
I whimper softly as the image fills my head. "L-Let me get through this one first," I pant. "Just... just gonna push it outtttt."
I grit my teeth as I bear down again, pushing the massive head down towards your waiting hands. Your fingers don't leave my clit, and I rock my hips against your eager touch as I shove and struggle to pass the baby's head through my cervix. "Godddd, why wont it come?!"
"It is coming, baby," you tell me, voice thick with emotion. "You're so wide open down here. This sweet little cunt is doing its job. You're getting our baby out." You gently shift my position a little, placing one hand behind my knee to shift it forward, leaving me kneeling on one leg. "Push for me now. Let me see my baby."
I feel the tissue of my cervix finally give way with the next push, and a shrill roar builds up from my chest as the head fills my cunt, my lips gaping open around a small sliver of wet, dark hair. "Burninggggg," I shriek. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad."
"I see it!" Your face lights up as you peer between my legs, watching as the head slides down and then back up again. "God, you're really doing it. Keep going, baby! Pushhh!"
"Nnnnnng-hhhhhOHMYGOD!"
The head lingers at a full crown for a moment, stretching my tissues to their absolute limit, and then with a single push and a cry of effort, it pops out in a gush of fluid, landing right into your palm.
"Oh, my love," you breathe, eyes shining with pride. "You're so good. So very perfect." You cradle the head delicately as I struggle to catch my breath, panting against the side of your neck. "Now, I need you to pull yourself together. You still have some work to do, hm?" I feel you smirk as you kiss the top of my head.
