Big Push

It slipped back in, that's okay.. You're doing such a good job of giving birth, she'll be born in no time!

Alright, hands on your belly, this next contraction is a big one.. ready? And 3, 2, 1, PUSH! Hard, baby, hard! Ohhh, that's it! Let's get that baby out of your belly!

That's it that's it, your birth canal is opening up! Here she comes! Keep pushing, keep pushing, sweet thing! Oh my god.. oh my god, it just keeps stretching wider!

Keep pushing baby keep pushing.. I promise it's almost here! Legs a little wider, let's make a little more room.. oh my god, the baby is huge..

You're starting to stretch around the widest part, just keep pushing into my palm; I've got her..

Ohhhhh, that's it! Another big push just like that! Ready? PUSH! Push your baby out! It's time to deliver!

She's crowning! That's it, scream if you need to! Your birth canal is stretched around the whole baby as she squeezes out of your womb! One more push and - There's the head! Oh my god you did it! The baby's head is out!

That's it, take a deep breath.. oh wow, you came really hard when you birthed that, didn't you? I bet that felt amazing..!

The doctor said he was lucky to have such an easy pregnancy, but Adam knew, as much as his doctor, that the birth was not going to be easy.

The first months went as smoothly as they could: almost no morning sickness, no pain or discomfort, nothing of being an emotional rollercoaster or anything. 

But as he grew month by month, watching his body change and his belly swell huge and gravid with life, Adam knew it wasn’t going to be an easy birth.

By the moment he reached the mark of seven months, he was huge. He looked almost ready to pop.

The doctor told him to take it easy. There was nothing to worry about —after all, there was a history of big babies in the family.

But by the moment he reached the awful last month, Adam was more than sure he was having a big baby.

Not only because of the obvious: his belly was huge, even compared with his usual athletic frame, hanging in front of him heavily. But he could feel it, how heavy and big his baby was, moving around inside him, kicking and squirming and making it hard for his daddy.

“Oh, you sure it’s just one in there?”

Yes, of course he was sure. 

But even with how huge his baby was, he and his husband still decided to go with the intimate, calm home birth they wanted since the moment the test showed positive.

And now, the day had come. 

As he timed his latest contractions, Adam felt his husband’s hands wrapping around his contracting stomach from behind. Andre rubbed his swollen stomach with firm hands, allowing Adam to lean against him and breathe. 

Breathe deeply. To pass the actual pain of the contraction, and to prepare himself for what was about to come.

“So?” Andre asked, hands massaging his hips. 

“It's… uf… very low.” Adam moaned, “I can feel it. And… fuck… it’s big.”

Andre let out a small chuckle, leading the pregnant man to the birthing ball in the middle of the room. Nothing that they already didn’t know, and Adam wanted it that way.

“I know. Big, just like his daddy,” he exhaled another laugh, helping Adam bounce slowly. 

When another contraction hit him, Adam let out a loud whimper, leaning forward to fall into Andre’s arms. 

His husband’s arms wrapped securely around his contracting middle, rubbing his back and mumbling soft, loving encouraging words.

And, finally, when the last one passed, Adam pulled away from Andre’s hold with a sigh. His face scrunched up with effort, looking down at himself and his massive belly.

Adam could feel it. The baby’s head was huge, and so low on his pelvis.

He was almost scared, but with Andre by his side, it was bearable.

But still, his contractions were becoming faster and stronger, the baby was so low he couldn’t even walk without feeling uncomfortable. He knew that soon, his water would break and, well, the inevitable would happen: push, honey.

He would have to push that huge baby out of him. 

In one of those tricks from life (more from his body than life this time), Adam felt something warm running down his legs and all over the birthing ball. 

His water broke. 

***

From the birthing ball to the birthing tub, Adam was already almost fully dilated, and it only took a few more minutes until Andre checked him again and found that he was ready. 

He pushed, and it wasn’t that bad, his contracting stomach feeling nice against the warm water and reassuring hands of Andre. But as soon as the head positioned itself against his lips, ready to start crowning, it was awful.

He knew the head would be big, but he didn’t think that he would almost draw blood from his lips from biting and trying to push as hard as he could. Andre remained telling him to take it slow because he didn’t want any tearing.  

But the pressure and the need to push were so bad that Adam barely listened. Everything on him was focused on pushing and getting the head out, and when it finally happened, Adam found himself pushing for nothing. 

The head wasn’t moving.

“No, fuck! It’s… stuck!” reaching between his legs to feel his crowning pussy. “It’s stuck, Andre, babe!”

The bulge was there, painfully stretching him open, but no matter how hard he pushed, it wasn’t moving. 

“Listen, breathe” Andre instructed gently, taking Adam’s hand and pulling him forwards. “Let’s change positions.”

Gravity had to help, and with a grunt, Adam pulled himself into a squat. Reaching once again between his legs, his fingers draped around his bulging lips to feel the huge head that stretched him wide. 

“Ugh!” with a groan, he pushed with another contraction.

The head didn’t move a single inch despite his best efforts. When another contraction came, he tried to push again, but it still didn’t budge.

“Fuck, damn…” with a low whimper, his knuckles turned white as he gripped his husband’s shoulders. “One, two, three… nhgn!”

He was pushing again, his body urging him to, but the head still wasn’t moving. Adam was starting to get desperate because he needed to push, but the head wasn’t going anywhere.

“Baby, it isn’t moving!” Adam moaned, bending forward with another straining push. 

Andre reached between his legs to cup his spread lips, feeling the indeed huge head. Slowly, his fingers tried to open his husband, stretching his lips around their kid’s head. 

“Okay, try pushing with the next contraction, baby” Andre instructed, one hand over Adam’s crowning cunt and the other on his lower back.

He did as told, his face scrunching up in concentration as he felt the next contraction take over him. Biting his lip, Adam pushed. 

The head slipped out a little bit, gently guided by Andre’s hand, but as soon as his body eased the contraction, it slipped back inside. 

Adam let out a frustrated scream, and Andre leaned in to press a small kiss on his temple. 

“Hey, take it easy,” he said, rubbing at Adam’s lower back. “Just breathe and push”.

With a shaky breath, Adam nodded. He felt how another contraction took over his body and pushed. 

The head moved. With gritted teeth and another push, his lips spread around the huge head when the ring of fire came. 

“Ugh, ow!” He whimpered, his legs closing together in an unconscious attempt to escape the pain. 

Andre had to spread his thighs apart wide again, a hand still firm on the crowning head and the other now on Adam’s leg to keep them open. 

“Push, babe” he encouraged, squeezing at his thigh. “You got this.”

Adam nodded, taking some deep breaths. Another push, then, he pushed once more, screaming into the air when the head started making his way out. 

Now, gravity seemed to be doing its job, because the pressure was so much Adam only could think of pushing it out. He knew he couldn’t rush, he had to take it slowly to avoid tearing, but his mind couldn’t really conceive the primal urge to push that was starting to take over.

When he pushed again, using all his force, Andre’s hand was there to stop the head from popping out of him.

“Easy, boy. Don’t rush it.” Adam heard his husband’s voice above him, his own panting filling in the silence between them. “Slow. Slow.”

Another push, another cry of release. Then, another push, more of the burning feeling and the hellish pressure on his cunt. The head moved again, stretching him even more –Adam didn’t know it would be possible– and Andre’s hand was there to guide it slowly.

Slowly enough, the head finally started to emerge from him. Adam grunted, his eyes closing shut as he focused on pushing, his own hand now over Andre’s as another contraction shook him. 

With two more pushes, the head finally popped out of his burning lips with a gush that left his legs shaking. 

Andre caught it, and Adam switched positions from squatting to back to lying on the warm water. He breathed, reaching down to feel the baby’s head – huge, that he just pushed out. A miracle he didn’t tear.

When another contraction took over him, Adam screamed as he pushed again. The shoulders were easy compared with the head, and soon, Andre was there to catch the rest of the body as Adam popped it out with a grunt.

“There you go. That’s it…” Andre muttered, a huge grin on his face as he placed the baby on his dad’s chest. “Say hi to daddy, boy.”

You savour the sensation of the next contraction as it wreathes your pregnant belly in pressure and pain, the most beautiful force of nature operating within you to bring forth the burgeoning new life growing nurtured inside you these many long months.

Suddenly, lost in the intensity of this particular contraction, you feel the bursting of the waters between your legs, and you can't help but it moan at the release of pressure.

Hands on your belly, you can feel it shrink beneath your fingers in slow motion. Over your emptying belly you watch as the blood and water of your womb spill out between your legs, floating like winged tendrils to dissipate into the water around you, until your own skin is submersed in the same amniotic fluid as your baby.

The tranquil release of pressure does not last a moment before the baby's head lurches forward into your pelvis to fill the space. You gasp as the head emerges from your cervix and lodges itself in your birth canal. There's a whole new flavour of sensation, a stretching, burning fullness the likes of which you could never have imagined. The sounds coming from your voice are animal and uncontrollable as you fight to process the intensity.

The baby's coming. You can feel it fighting to be born, headfirst and big.

The waters around you flow and splash again at your body as your hips roll and convulse against the pressure. Right on queue you feel the urge to push.

You spread your legs in the bloody water and let out a big PUSH. In one way it's a relief, but once you begin, you can't stop. The pressure is enormous. Gripped in the throes of childbirth you squirm and push, the head beginning to stretch you wider and wider and wider with each second.

It's beautiful, it's otherworldly, this sensation of giving birth. It's coming so fast, though- you can feel the ring of fire so intensely you desperately wish you could stop pushing, but the birth is unrelenting. Before you know it, the head has popped free, followed by the shoulders, and the rest of the body slides out with a gush.

You'd been in here for hours - far longer than you'd intended, actually.

The only reason you got into the tub in the first place was to alleviate some of your late pregnancy aches and pains. You hadn't expected to go into full blown labor so quickly, but the baby has slipped low in your hips while you rested in the warm water and when you went to get out you found it nigh impossible.

"What's the matter, baby?" Your partner hums softly in your ear, rubbing a hand down your tense back as your eyes roll back to look at him over your shoulder.

You take a second to answer, your voice a bit rough after hours of its only use being low grunts and groans as you'd labored.

"It's - ooh, it's time." You groan out, rocking back into your partner's hands as the familiar tightening in your core begins.

There's a soft startle in your partner's grip when the words come out of your mouth, a tremor against your back, but you're too wrapped up in the sudden sinking feeling in your hips to think about much else besides how it shoves downward and fills the space between your thighs.

The tightening of your belly is fierce, drawing up hard and tight and earning a long, low groan of urgency from you for its efforts.

You need to push.

You need to push right now.

You part your thighs even further, spreading them wide and shoving your hips back closer to your partner's hands. One hand comes up to clutch onto the wash cloth bar and the other slips into the water and clutches at your thigh.

"Oohhhhh~!" You moan out, feeling yourself stretch and widen to accommodate the changes inside your body, "It's - it's coming, I can feel it stre-stretching me!"

Your partner's hands move down from your hips to your thighs, feeling blindly under you until he successfully finds your entrance.

"Oh!" He gasps in surprise as he cups your sex, feeling the heavy weight that barrelling through you pressing outward.

"What?" You grunt out in shock, too lost in the need to give birth to actually stop your body from pushing into his hands.

"You're - you're starting to bulge-" He says, his fingers feeling gently around the mass.

It burns a bit, a sharp spark of pain that causes you to whine at the intrusion, but suddenly the pressure doubles down as something insides you shifts and all you manage out is a shaky warning to your partner before you start pushing again.

"Ughhhhh fuck, babe~" You pant out, you back arching as the immense pressure grows too much, the sudden thought of feeling like a bottle about to be uncorked flitting into your mind, "I can't stop... can't stop pushhhiinnggg~"

And it's true, a sudden urgency filling you, screaming at you to strain deeply and get this baby out of you.

"Oh yeah, you're starting to open," Your partner says behind you, his fingers tracing the spreading skin of your hole, "Keep pushing baby, keep pushing."

It feels so big inside of you, the weight of it filling you to the brim and any second now you're just going to burst like a balloon.

And then, because the universe is funny like this sometimes, something does burst inside of you.

There's a brief second where the pressure dissipates, your hips dropping down at the release and your hole fluttering now that it's not being spread open.

That lasts only long enough for you to suck in a few lungfuls of air before the much bigger, much less flexible head of your baby drops down into place. You can't help the startled yelp that you let out, soaking your partner in bath water as you suddenly turn to face him.

Your hand shoots out and grabs ahold of his shoulder as you start to part around the head. He looks shocked as you squat facing him, your legs spread wide as you cling to him with one hand and cup your bulging entrance with the other.

The head wastes no time sliding through you, the mass you are cupping filling your palm almost completely as you grunt gutterally and bear down with a massive effort. It slips forward easily, spreading you into a year drop shape that has your thighs quaking in effort when you let up on your push.

You come down a bit dizzy, your head swimming from lack of oxygen and your opening stinging and burning from the stretch.

"Oh fuck-" You pant out, feeling your belly starting to tense with another contraction so quickly after the last one had let up, "Oh fuck, it's coming..."

Your head slams backward as you start pushing again, your belly drawing up tight against your frame as you start to spread even further around the coming head.

"Theresababyohfucki'mhavingababyyyyy-" You cry out desperately, your words cutting into a sharp groan as you feel yourself open into a wide, tight circle around the head.

You feel your partner's hands coming down to take over holding the head and immediately move yours to cling to his other shoulder, squaring your stance and dipping your hips low as you let out a long, low moan of urgency.

"Yeah there is, you're doing so good, love." He says as he runs his fingers over your stretched skin.

" 'm gonna... gonna crown on the next one..." You pant out, giving your partner enough time to prepare as you start to bear down and centimeter by centimeter your pushed open wider, until finally you reach the widest point. "It's gonna... ooooOOOHHHHHH~"

Your head shoots straight up when you feel yourself stretched into a perfect circle around the head, how the weight settles and how tight you've stretched and suddenly you're standing upright on shaky legs, pushing yourself desperately into your partner's hands to ease the pain.

"It's crowning!" You cry out, as if the man holding said crown between your thighs isn't aware of this. But you're far too preoccupied to be worried about the semantics of your words.

You bend your knees out awkwardly, standing wide legged and bent over your heavy middle. Your hands rest on your knees as you gasp for breath wetly, your body fighting to make sense of what it's feeling.

All too quickly the need to push comes back, and you find yourself dropping into a squat again as you feel the head start to slip through again.

"That's it, baby, that's it!" Your partner cheers over your primal noises, his hand keeping steady pressure against the crown to keep it from coming to quickly, "Push, push, push!"

"I am pushing~" You grit out, pressing your chin to your chest and bearing down, "Uhhhhh godddd~"

It's out to it's brow, the bridge of its nose, and you suck in a quick breath before doubling down on the tail end of the contraction and grunt and groan the nose out.

For a second then urge to push fades and the head hangs heavily from your hole, stuck halfway out as you whimper and shake as you adjust to the stretch.

It's not long before the urgency comes back though, your head falling back and your hands clinging to your partner's shoulders as you let out a long moan. Your body bears down without you needing to do anything, the head bulging forward once, twice, and then on the third shove down the entire head is out.

You didn't even realize you'd sunk down into a half squat, holding tight to your partner's shoulders as he holds the head in place while you catch your breath.

"Holy shit-" You pant out, bringing one hand down to feel the head that's now in the outside world, "Oh fuck, I pushed the head out."

"Yeah, yeah you did." Your partner says, sounding completely awestruck as he applies gentle counter pressure through the light contractions that are quaking through you.

You need a second to adjust, to let the contractions get stronger and the head to rotate before you push the shoulders out, so you spend a few minutes just stroking the baby's hair and touching gently at its nose and ears.

It's not too terribly long, though, before you feel the familiar tension of an oncoming contraction, and you puff out a few breaths before giving a quick push. The head starts to turn, a strange feeling that leaves you rocking your hips slightly to alleviate the pressure.

Once it's nudged firmly in place, you bear down for real and in exchange feel the heavy weight and solid form of the shoulders pushing against your hole from the inside.

They feel huge, unmanageable, and for a brief second you fear you'll be torn in two if you try to push them out.

Your body, however, doesn't get the message, and the next contraction you have is one of the most intense ones yet. Your hands go back to your partner's shoulders, using them as leverage to keep your heavy form upright as one shoulder begins to push through the tight ring of muscle.

"Fuck!" You grunt out through gritted teeth as you spread wider and wider, "I'm birthing the head!"

Your hips rock wildly, your body unable to keep still as it tries desperately to escape the feeling, all the while you're still pushing on the shoulder that's exiting your body.

Your partner tries to help by hooking a finger in beside the shoulder, tugging gently at the stretching skin to get the baby out faster.

Your entire body feels like it's narrowed down to this sensation, the feeling of a vacuum pulling it your insides and a very visceral reaction that you might just be sick from how hard your straining.

"Almost there baby," He calls over your painted noises, "Come on, big push."

The shoulder slips free suddenly, leaving the weight in your pelvis disproportionate and your hole stretched so wide you don't think it could stretch anymore that it already has.

You gasp and grunt, bringing yourself down as much as you can until you're on your knees in the tub, curled over your huge belly as you bear down for the last time.

It's a massive effort, your legs spread as wide apart as they'll go and your partner leaning over the tub as the second shoulder starts to come out.

""It's coming ouuUTTTT!" You cry out, moving your hands from his shoulders to his wrists as they hover between your legs ready to catch the baby, "It's coming out of me!"

And then, as your belly draws back so you can see the outline of the muscles under the skin and accompanied by a full on bucket full of fluid, your baby is born into your partner's hands.

You take in as much air as possible, your chest heaving for breath as you hold the baby to your chest and look up at your partner.

“I can feel the head!” Jamie mumbled to herself, she had been labouring alone for the last eight hours, the snow storm raging outside her window having kept her from getting help, her wife stuck at an airport hundreds of miles away. But she was a midwife, she helped others deliver babies all the time, she could deliver her own.

She had set herself in her living room, walking laps around the coffee table as she felt the baby move further into her birth canal. Reaching between her legs, she ran her fingers against her opening before lowering herself to her knees. She grabbed a mirror, quickly setting it into position, needing to be able to see.

Looking at the mirror, it confirmed what she had been feeling, a sliver of baby hair, her body beginning to crown whether she wanted to or not. Jamie let out a shaky breath as her muscles clamped around her uterus. “Hnngggghhh!” She pushed deep, the view in the mirror showing as her body opened more and more, forehead appearing quickly.

“Ohh. Uhhhh. Mmmmmmnnnnn!” She gasped as the crown continued to stretch her lower lips, even as the contraction ended. Tears prickled in her eyes as she tried to breathe through the burn. It felt like an eternity before she could push again, knuckles turning white as she clung to the table, the mirror showing her progress.

Quickly the head was out, Jamie quickly shifting her hands to support it as she waited for the body to rotate. Another contraction built as she went to work again, “hmmmmgggghhhhhh!” her gaze stayed on the mirror, watching the first shoulder pop free and then the next before one final push had her child into the world with a loud cry from them both.

you tell me yes, i know. i know it burns. i know it hurts but you have to push right now. you need to breathe deep once and push hard!

you finally give me permission to let out one of those horrible, huge crushing pushes that my body wants so badly to do. i cry in relief and fear of the pain of my crown returning.

breathe, you tell me. pant, pant and push! pant and push! copy me! uh uh uh uh!!!

but i cant, i cant do that, it hurts and it's shoving down and OUTTTTT. my whole self is being shoved down against the barrier of the thin pink lips of my tiny hole and i cant stop and i just have to-

UUUUUUUHHHHNNNNNNNNNnnn...!!! oh, oh, o-OW!! STOP-OW STOP!!!! NO I CAN- NNNNHHHHHNNNGGGGGUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!!!

it's the worst, most unnatural, urgent instinct. the most unbearable, stretching, burning, aching agony i've ever felt in my fucking life, it's coming. please, it's coming, it's COMING.

I want the father of my child to fuck me while contractions get stronger and closer together. I want to feel his cock take away all of the pressure building between my pelvis as he penetrates my plump pussy.

Every stroke stretches out my future birth canal and my body gets overwhelmed, whimpering while taking him and breathing through the pain. My contractions coil me tighter around him. When his cock starts twitching inside of my overdue pussy I hold his hands, making sure he presses into the body he made ripe with his child.