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telling me you can’t wait to see how much bigger it will spread in 9 months…

I'm swollen and round, my big belly sitting low. Though my womb is warm and safe, it's growing much too cramped, and it's about time for our baby to come into the world.

The contractions hit fast and hard, and with each blinding ache I bury myself in your warm chest for comfort. You kiss my hair, hold my hand and reassure me the whole way through.

"Oh, god.." I moan. I can feel every stretched muscle constricting down, and I can feel just how low the head is sitting already, the way it settles above the bowl of my pelvis. The sensation is more intense than ever, and I toss and turn in distress.

"I know, I know. It's alright, you're doing so good." You attempt to reassure me. "It won't be long now and then the hard part will be over."

The contraction channels downwards and i suddenly feel a sense of urgency accompanying the pressure. "Ahhhnnggh, fuck, I feel like I have to push!"

"Okay, wait wait wait!" You jump up to reposition yourself between my legs, never letting go of my hand. "Let me check-"

"It's too late, I'm fucking puushhhingg!!"

It hits like a freight train, and by the time you've reached inside to check my dilation, I'm already bearing down. You don't find my cervix, anyway; the slick, bulging forebag of my unbroken waters dams the way through.

"It's coming. Ngggh.. It's fucking coming, I can feel the head entering my birth canal. Oh god, help!"

"It's ok, it's ok! You got this! Just take a deep breath and push!"

I push silently, my eyes shut tight and brow furrowing. I gasp and let got, and then push again.

You move down between my legs to watch, stroking my big belly comfortingly.

"Thats it, good boy. Keep going, while you have a contraction!"

I take a deep breath and the next contraction starts. I tremble and brace through it.

"Good boy.. here, open your legs up for the baby to come."

You gently spread my thighs wider and even without pushing, I feel my hips being opened up from the inside by the pressure of the contraction. I whimper and shake, crying out in pain.

"I feel something.." I reach down and touch the veil of membranes beginning to protrude from my slit. "Oh my god, is that him?"

You slip your fingers in underneath to see how far back the head is. "No, that's just your waters, but that means he's moving!"

I sigh and take a deep breath. As the next contraction comes I start pushing slowly. I pause and breathe, and with each push, the sac emerges from my opening lips.

"Alright, I need you to give me a big one here, alright? Okay, on three. 1.. 2.. 3.. PUSH! Yeah! Big push!!"

I brace and bear down hard with your instruction. "Push push push!"

You watch as the sac becomes more and more taut as it reaches its limit, the membrane stretching thin around the milky fluid within. Just as you think it ought to break any moment, it bursts from just below my clit. I moan at the sudden release of pressure as the water gushes out of my birth canal, surging out through my slit and pooling onto the towels beneath my hips with a splash.

Now you reach inside again and finally feel the head for the first time.

"Good job, there he is! I can feel him!"

I on the other hand am very, very aware of the position of the head inside me. The release of pressure doesn't last, and the tide lurches the head forward to sit firmly inside the narrow of my pelvis. The pain and intensity is immense, I can't even speak through it.

"Hey. Hey." You take my hand. "You need to breathe, long and slow okay? Take a good slow breath for the baby."

I nod and oblige, but it's not long before the contraction returns in force, and with it, the unbearable urge to push. "Nnnghh.. I need him out of my belly.."

"Alright, here we go again." You say, gently running a hand over the bottom of my belly. I'm already pushing, but you continue to reinforce me. "Come on, push push push!"

"Holy fuck! Unfhhhhh- Aaaaghh! Fuck, I have to give birth!"

"You're doing great, i can see hair! I can see the head!"

I grip at my belly as I push. The baby feels so fucking big, stretching me to the bone, unfolding me so agonizingly in its inescapable fate to be born.

"Push! Push!"

My muscles strain, I shake with the effort. Deep in the throes of labour I push, push, bearing down through the pain. The head comes into view but momentarily, and then retreats back inside the moment I stop pushing.

"Keep those legs spread, babe. You can do it. He's coming!"

It's so constant I can't stop. There's nothing but pressure and pushing, through the feeling of that excruciating stretch. I make progress with every push, my pussy opening slowly but surely.

"Nhhhh.. nnnggghhhh.. gaaaaaaahhhh...!" I moan through the pain.

The head begins to crown bit by bit between my legs with each desperate push.

"Keep pushing! Keep pushing! He's almost here!"

The head slowly approaches the crown, having been pushed all the way through my hips and now bulging out my slick, swollen entrance.

"There you go, you're pushing so good! Your baby's crowning, and you're stretching so well.

There's no stopping it now. I gasp and pant, eyes gaping as I'm blinded by the pain. My pussy stretches to its limit around the huge head, and with one more big push, the nose and chin slip out as the head is born into your waiting hands. You promptly check for the cord, which thankfully isn't around the baby's neck.

My whole birth canal is stretched from the inside out around the rest of the body and I feel the shoulders rotate inside me.

I pant and pant for a moment, and it isn't long before the next desperate contraction. Now is the final stretch.

I push and push, the head wobbles between my legs but doesn't budge. The pain and pressure are immense. The stretching feeling is different, deeper, but what I feel is fullness - so much fullness as the baby's entire body transits my body through my pussy.

"Aghhh, fuck, I can't! It's too much! Get him out of me!"

"No, you have to do it. You can do it! You're doing great!"

"I- can't.."

"Take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Now PUSH. PUSH! You have to push your baby out!

"AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!"

You push back my thighs with each hand as I bear down, trying to open my pelvis and free the shoulders. Again the head wobbles from the strain but makes no progress towards being born.

"It's stuck, it's stuck!! I can't get him out! Help me, help me I need to birth him!"

You feel around the head and slip your fingers in under my clit and deeper inside. I moan as you finger my poor, swollen, birthing pussy. You don't find the shoulders, like you expected, but manage to hook your finger around an arm.

"Okay, I've got it! Push! Push for me!"

"Nnnnnghh- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I scream in pain as my hole opens wider as I push. This gives you the perfect opportunity to pull the arm free, sweeping it down over the baby's face.

"That's it! He's coming! Come on, big push! One more big push! PUSH!"

I throw back my head and roar, pushing as hard as I can. You pull and pull, and the rest of the baby begins to slide free of my pussy. With a sudden gush the other arm pops free, born up to the waist. I feel the relief wash over me.

I stop for a moment and breathe, the baby halfway out between my legs beginning to sputter and cry. "You did it!" you cheer. "There's our baby, he's finally here!"

“good job, love,” i whisper just above your ear. “i can feel you pushing, you’re doing so well.” i pet you and stroke along your skin as the contraction ebbs. you nod into the crook of my neck, a soft whimper bubbling up on your lips.

“so much pressure,” you whine. “fuck, sir, i can feel them moving in me.”

“good,” i say. “i can feel your body, baby. time to push again.”

a high noise crests out of you as your body begins to push involuntarily, and hard. i take it as my cue to pin you down on our bed, thrusting my fat knot in your cunt. hard breaths bounce out of you as you writhe and push against me. then there’s a large pop!, and warm amniotic fluid gushes out past my knot as you cry out, pushing with all your might. i fuck in and out of you again, more of your waters leaking out of you with the motion.

“good girl,” i breathe. “i can feel your next contraction starting, my love.” you nod shakily. i pull back from you, stretching your hole again to the point that my knot is practically crowning.

“oh, fuck, sir, please!” you moan. “fuck, it burns, the pup is coming!”

“then push,” i say, eyes locked with yours. your body obeys, convulsing the hardest it has yet.

“fuuuuuuckkaahh,,” you breathe, exhaling long and focused as you push with your body. your breaths mount and careen as finally, you push my knot past its crest and out of your cunt, the rest of my cock following.

“yes, good girl, good dog, just like that,” i say into your neck, mouthing at the soft, sensitive place just above your collarbone while i finger and twist each of your puffy, sore nipples. “breathe deep and push for me.”

you do, and the head of our first pup descends through your sore cunt quickly. you breathe again and bear down, and with a hard exhale the head pops free.

“fuck, sir, thank you,” you slur, drunk on hormones and the mix of pleasure and pain. the pup’s body squirms in your birth canal, its born head rotating, the top of its shoulders beginning to emerge as your body softly pushes, then settles to rest for a moment.

“you’re doing so well, my love. the first pup is almost here.” i run my hands over your full belly. it begins to tighten again, and you breathe in sharply, a wince spreading on your face as pain mounts again.

“i can’t do it, fuck, i can’t!” you shake your head, the reality of what’s happening suddenly crashing down on you all at once.

“you have to, baby,” i say. “i know it hurts, but you have to push.”

a cry starts low in your chest and rises, loud, as you bear down again. “hooo—aaauuuhhhh!!!!” the pup’s first arm pops out of you. its second follows shortly with another gush of liquid. you breathe in sharply, with another short moment of rest. “hello, little darling,” you whisper to our firstborn. though not yet full born, the pup’s tiny muzzle opens with its first breath, hiccuping softly then opening its mouth, nose snuffling the outside world for the first time.

“oh,” you breathe softly, arms reaching down around your gravid form to cup the pup’s upper body. “come along now.” your body pushes again softly and you birth our first pup, wailing properly now. i pick up the pup and place her on your full chest. she latches and begins feeding, suckling eagerly.

“she’s beautiful,” i whisper, in awe of what has occurred, what continues to go on as your face scrunches with a new wave of pain mounting in your taut abdomen.

“fuck, sir,” you moan. “the next one, alre—aaAUUGHH!!” your body pushes again, hard, and the next pup shoots through your cervix without pause.

"yes, puppy, push!" i urge, helping you spread your legs out and up in the air to make room. your cunt starts to bulge out once more, and i run my finger just under the edge of your hole, stretched around the second pup. you moan, your clit swollen and throbbing from the pressure against it.

"please, oh fuck," you whine, trying to push but making less progress as the contraction ends.

"please who, my love?" i say, gripping your hard clit and tugging on it with the question.

"motherfUCK, i mean, fuck, sir, pleeeease," you moan, writhing your hips around as the pup thrashes within you.

"good dog," i breathe over your nipple, licking over it after. your whole body shudders, the pup moving downward with the motion. the three last pups wait impatiently in your womb, distending your stomach with harsh kicks and tumbling around in the space newly freed up by their littermates.

"That's it, love. Keep going!"

My legs tremble as I shift my position on the bed, continuing my pattern of breathing with small little grunts. I rest on my hands and knees with my back arched and my ass in the air, rocking my hips back and forth as I try to use the momentum to shove the oversized head of my overdue child down past the burning pressure that's engulfed my cervix.

As that circle of muscle tissue spasms at the height of my birth canal, eager and ready to do it's work, I find that everything else responds in much the same way. My belly contracts, sucking inward against my womb, and I groan as I open my hips even wider, bent almost completely in half as I grit my teeth and follow the 'chin to your chest' rule with my next push. My knuckles are turning white with force from the strength I'm using to both push and to hold myself up, but the action of bearing down breaks my water, spraying a gush of fluid down my legs.

"C-Can you see her?" I ask my partner in a strained, cracked voice. There's no hiding my pain or exhaustion anymore. Hours of labor and nearly 90 minutes pushing has taken it's toll. "Is she coming?"

The sac had been the main obstacle holding the head back and now that it's gone, I feel that I finally know what the true "urge" to push really feels like. The tight cramping of my belly has completely changed, and I moan low and deep as the head grinds down through the neck of my womb and passes through the last lip of cervix to settle behind my furrowed labia.

"Hang on, baby," they tell me, pressing a kiss to my sweaty cheek. Placing their hands on my thighs, they carefully and gently pull my legs apart, exposing my bulging cunt to the cool air. "You're really starting to open!"

I find the excitement in their voice endearing, but 'starting to open' was not what I was hoping to hear. I reach around my belly to stroke my fingertips through my puffy, protruding labia, trying to gauge a sense of how far back the head is. From what I can tell? A few more pushes should bring it to a crown. It couldn't be more than just a knuckle's width behind my furrowed pussy lips. "Mmmm..."

"That's it, love." My partner settles behind me (real, my brain screams on repeat, its real and its happening and its happening now) and puts their hand over mine for counter pressure. "God, she's come so far down. Look at what you've done."

I grunt. "H-Havent done anything yet." A familiar tug starts to build in my overtaxed womb, and I let out a cry of frustration as I bear down with the pain. "Ohhhh, I need her OUT." I'm pushing with my entire strength now, and my body trembles with exhaustion. I'm desperate to squeeze my thighs together to dull the sting that comes with the spreading of my labia, and I lean into my partner's hands supporting me as I try to roar the head out. "She's coming!"

"I know, baby, I know." Their voice is thick with emotion. "I can feel her. I can see her head when you push." I shriek deliriously with pain, but they silence me with a firm "shh" as their fingers slide across my vulva. The use the pads of their fingertips to ghost along my labia and my clit, rubbing in a gentle circular motion until I'm panting softly, my breathing far steadier and much more calm. "That's it. Thats perfect. You're doing so well."

I'm able to push in a more controlled manner with the next contraction, but I still cant help the high pitch whine that slips out as the baby comes to a full crown and actually stays. The lips of my cunt are stretched as far as they'll go, and the stinging pain brings tears to my eyes. "Mmm, it burns," I sob. "I can't do this!"

"You are doing this," my partner tells me, their voice steady and firm. "You're doing so good, sweetheart. Better than I could ask for." They chuckle wetly and lean over my rocking hips to press a kiss to the back of my neck. "I have my hand right here, okay? You're going to give me a push, and her head will be out. You can do this, baby. Tell me you can do this."

Sucking in a deep breath, I force myself to nod. "I-I can do this."

"Again."

"I can do this." My eyes fall closed as I focus on those words, repeating them over and over to myself as I feel my next contraction building. My voice gets increasingly higher in pitch as the pain climbs, and my partner whispers quiet affirmations as we wait. "I can do this- ahhhhhhhohmygodfuck!"

"That's it!" they exclaim. "Oh, baby. You're so, so good."

There's a slight bulge there, the force of the baby's head pushing through my canal causing my labia to swell outwards. I provide counter pressure as I groan through the tail end of the contraction, fighting against the urge to bear down.

"It's coming," I pant, trailing my fingers over my red hot labia. "You're coming, baby. I feel you c-comingggg." Not even 45 seconds had passed since my last contraction, but another pain had taken hold. Starting in my back and spreading around to the front of my belly, pulled low and heavy with the pressure of the pain, the iron band grips and seizes, shoving the baby down with such power that I have to shift my hips further open to make room.

"Oh god, oh god, oh- fuckkkk." I keep my hand firmly in place, all but holding the head back as it barreled through my cunt. The pressure is unlike anything I'd ever felt, tapping into the most primal side of me. Contraction on top of contraction, I tried to groan and not scream, though the urge, much like the urge to push, was becoming unbearable. "Mmmmmphhh, GOD."

I am finally overwhelmed by my instincts and I bear down, and the baby's head surges forward and begins to emerge as a small, wet teardrop pressing against my fingertips. "Nooo," I whine, half delirious with the pain. "No, no. Not yet." I couldn't give birth yet. I couldn't give birth alone.

I drop my head, resting my chin against my heaving chest. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I brace one hand on the edge of the bed and struggle to push myself up, keeping my hand firmly over my bulging hole. My efforts amount to nothing, however, when the action of shifting my hips pushes the baby down further into the birth canal. I cant hold it back any longer. I cry out in shock, and the cry turns into a scream as the head begins to crown.

"OHHHH, IT BURNS. FFFFFUCKKKK, BURNING." I land back down on my knees and give in to the pressure, fisting the hand that isnt supporting the head into the blankets as I push, and push hard. My labia, angry and red and burning, spread to accommodate the skull, and I let out another wild scream as they begin to sting. "Coming outttt. Gotta get it OUTTTT."

A hazy fear of tearing crosses my mind, but its gone with the next contraction. As my womb squeezes down around the baby, I throw my head back and wail, bringing the head to a half crown before it slides back in. "One more. Just... one more. Oh goddddd." I grunt and feel my labia stretch around the head, feeling impossibly tight for a few seconds, and then one hefty shove brings the baby to a full crown.

I struggle to catch my breath, stroking my fingers over its soft hair. "Almost," I whisper, half to my child, and half to myself. I inhale deeply and tighten my hold on the blankets as the next contraction builds, using it to anchor myself. "Almost, almost, alm-ohhhh, here. HEREEEE. ITS COMINGGGGG MMMMMMPFFFFF-FUCKKK!"

My words become an incoherent screech as I scream through the final stretch of the ring of fire, pushing until the baby's head pops free in a torrential gush of fluid. "Come on, baby," I grunt, feeling the presenting shoulder rotate and come free. "Here you are. Oh, here."

ooooh, what a thought.

your labor stretches on for nearly two days— you've tried clit stim and nip stim and every position under the sun (standing, squatting, kneeling on all fours, a birth stool, the tub), but the baby is simply too big for your pelvis. weeks have passed since your last consultation with a doctor; their last estimate had projected the weight at about 12 pounds, but it feels closer to 14 or 15 now. you must be roughly 43 weeks— your belly protrudes almost grotesquely from your small frame, hanging so low and heavy that it brushes along the tops of your thighs as you grab hold of the bed frame and sway your way through a contraction. you wear only a once oversized tee, which now clings to your belly and hips and barely even hits your thighs.

the slow grind of the head- big, you think frantically, too big, cant do this- passing through your hips is agonizing, and you scream your throat raw as the massive head begins to press down against the tight ring of your cervix. your partner watches you closely, resting his hand on your back as you sink down into a squat, grunting out a small push.

"that's it, baby. there you go." he trails a line of kisses down your sweaty neck, drawing a soft moan from your lips. "that's my good girl. you're working so hard for me, hm? I know, I know, I gave you no choice, but just look at you. you're better than I could have even imagined."

you push for almost 90 minutes before the head finally clears your cervix—it drops into your birth canal in a rush as your water finally breaks, sending blood streaked fluid gushing down your thighs. "fuck," you gasp, your hand flying down between your legs to cushion your bulging cunt. the sheer size of the massive protrusion there makes you feel faint, dizzy with panic at the idea of having to give birth to it. your body simply isn't built for it. "oh god, it's coming. its finally c-comingggg."

you fall to your knees as you bear down, clawing at the fabric of the shirt as you spread your thighs to expose your gaping sex. your partner groans approvingly, positioning himself behind you as you grunt and push. grunt and push. grunt and push. again and again, over and over.

"it's too big!" you howl, sobbing as you cling to the foot post of the bed, nails biting into the wood as you use it to brace your weight on. you've lost track of exactly how long you've been pushing—minutes, hours, days. "just fucking get it out of me!"

"it's coming, baby. it really is." he reaches down between your legs to stroke your folds—your battered pussy is bruised and swollen, and still only beginning to open. the top of the head is barely visible; just a tiny little tear drop shaped sliver that peeks out from behind your furled slit. "youre bulging so much now. you did such a good job growing my baby, sweetheart, and youre going to just as well when you push him out. are you ready to go again for me?"

"nooo," you moan, although you're already sinking back onto your heels as you grit your teeth and shove down hard. you can feel how useless your pushes are, and you cry out in frustration as the lips of your pussy sting and burn but only spread so far. "it's going to rip me a-aparrrrrt!"

"shhhh, baby. shhhh. don't scream- remember to save your energy. im not going to let anything happen to your sweet little pussy, okay? im going to make sure you're all nice and stretched out down here. you just keep breathing, okay? be a good girl and keep up those pushes. low and deep, yeah?"

"low and... deeeep-hnnnnng!"

your vagina gapes open, tissues stretched bloodless and at their absolute limit. now at the 2 hour mark- perhaps even longer; time had all begun to blur together- the baby only sits at a half crown, and you begin pleading for help. anything for relief. anything to stop the burn.

anything to get. it. out.

"okay, baby. okay. we're going to get you up, and we're going to walk. and when you're ready, when that head is nice and low, you're going to lay back, grab those thighs, and you're going to give me a show. I want to see every bit of that cunt. I want to see the moment you shove my child into the world."

TRANSITION. we all love the pushing phase but its the part right before it that actually gets most people. for those unfamiliar, this is the final part of the first stage of labor, when the cervix opens the last couple centimeters, and this is generally regarded as by far the most painful part of childbirth. this is the part that breaks people, makes them beg for painkillers even when they swore off of them, makes them scream in agony, makes them lose any sense of rational thought. the sadist's delight :>

the fact that the urge to push is completely physically overwhelming. it's not just an urge. it literally takes over peoples bodies. you cannot resist.

the fact that sometimes the urge to push comes early. people often feel the urge to push before they're fully dilated, and they have to resist, or at least try to stave it off as long as possible, and it's torture. I read an account once of someone screaming in childbirth, not from pain but from the torture of not pushing. does things to me man

the sheer body horror of childbirth, especially crowning and the fact that the head comes out first. like... a poor, scared little thing, screaming and pushing out a baby they don't want, and then they look down and a head is hanging out of them?

the fact that sometimes people have to reach in to help get the baby out and it's just as horrifically painful as it sounds <3