I Get By With A little Help
Anna grunts and sighs loudly as the contraction ends, leaning into Tom for support. He doesn’t say anything, just rubs her bare back and holds her as she cries through another contraction. He can tell they’re getting intense now, and he’s starting to worry about this home birth.
“That’s it, deep breaths. Good girl,” he whispers to his wife and she leans back when the contraction finally ends, her face contorted with discomfort.
“There’s so much pressure,” she pants and Tom nods, his hands feeling around the circumference of her over-stretched belly.
“Lean back against the headboard, love. I’ll check how things are going.”
Anna accepts his help, shifting back and opening her legs wide for him. He knows this will hurt, so he gently kisses her belly and inserts two fingers, frowning when she clenches around him.
“I know it hurts, sweetie. But you need to relax so I can feel.”
She takes a deep breath, relaxing her muscles a little as he works his way in. Tom feels around, his fingers measuring. When he pulls out, he smiled at her tired face.
“9 centimetres, baby. Almost there.”
She just nods, gasping as the baby starts to move down, opening her insides more than she wanted to be opened.
“Let’s stand up, let gravity do the work.”
Anna moans loudly as her husband pulls her to her feet. She can feel her heavy baby pushing down on her, working her way into her birth canal. When the next contraction hits, Anna wraps her arms around his neck, letting Tom hold her body weight as she calls out, crying in pain, her belly pressing hard into his torso. Tom frowns when she tries parting her legs. She needs to be upright to let baby move down, but standing isn’t working.
When the contraction ends, he kisses her sweaty forehead and slowly leads her to the bathroom. She doesn’t need any instruction, just collapses on the toilet and cries out in pain as another contraction moves her baby down, her birth canal stretching too far.
Tom just crouches down and caresses her belly, tracing lines in the stretch marks. She was huge, but she didn’t need to be told that. At her last checkup the doctor had estimated over 10lbs, but 2 weeks had passed, growing bigger each day. He had tried to convince her to do this in the hospital. He wanted people there to help her when she inevitably needed it, but Anna had been so insistent that her body would know what to do when the time came.
As another contraction started, Anna yelled out, this one different. The pressure was unbearable and she parted her legs on either side of the bowl, reaching out to grab the air as liquid exploded from her groin. She cried out and Tom quickly rubbed her thighs to sooth her, watching the last of the liquid drain.
“Almost there now,” he says gently, but Anna just grunts, feeling the baby press deep down inside her.
“She’s so heavy,” she complains quietly, leaning back and closing her eyes to try and get a moments rest. She can feel herself opening with every contraction. She knows it won’t be long. Tom just nods and kisses her thigh, unable to offer any comfort.
The next few contractions are more intense, and Anna can barely handle it, calling out as she tries to resist the urge to push. She doesn’t want to tear. She’s determined not to, but it’s so hard to resist. Tom watches her body push without even realising. She opens up a little with each contraction, her lips already pink and sore.
“Ugh. Oh god. The pressure!”
Tom tried to centre her, bracing her thighs to try and keep her from freaking out.
“Breathe. You got this. I’ll check you and make sure.”
Anna moans at the thought, but opens her legs a little wider to give him better access. When his two fingers slip inside, she starts to cry, unable to take both his hand and her unborn baby at the same time. Tom tries to drown out her cries and pushes in further, using his fingers to try and measure. When the next contraction hits earlier than expected, Anna yells, pushing down and smacking him to try and get him out. Tom persists, but his eyes open when something round and hard rams into his fingers. He can feel wet curls. He pulls out slowly, letting her finish the contraction before he breaks it to her.
“She’s right there now, babe. Keep pushing. You’re doing so good.”
Tom reaches up to tuck a loose strand of sweaty blonde hair behind her ear, frowning at how miserable she looks. He feels around her belly, the hard surface now softening as their child prepares to make her way into the world. When the next contraction comes, her whole body tenses and Anna holds her breath, pushing deep into her bottom. He can see how hard she is straining, and she can feel that head ramming its way down, past her cervix now and ready to start showing. When it ends, another contraction is right on top of it and Tom encourages her to push again.
“Shit. Fuck. God. this. hurts,” she pants, unable to stay quiet any longer. Tom frowns and kisses her low hanging belly, unable to help. When the next contraction comes, she pushed again, before reaching out to grab him and crying out, a bulge forming in the depth of her vagina.
“Ughh,” she grunts, struggling to keep herself sane. It feels like a bowling ball is pressing into her sensitive skin, the pressure immense.
“Breathe and take it slow,” he coaches, reaching in to cup the fleshy mound gently. It feels hot and heavy. Her lips are only slightly parted, but as she ignores his advice and pushes, she opens wider.
He keeps his hand supporting her, watching as she parts and dark curly hair pokes through the slit, before retreating with the end of the contraction.
“I can’t do it!” She pants, barely able to speak in between blowing the pressure away.
“Yes you can sweetheart. She just needs time to stretch you. Push again and see what happens.”
Tom watches her as she pushes, cries, pants and moans her way through a few more contractions. With each painful push, Anna’s pink lips part, giving Tom a clear view of the top of the baby’s scalp, before the head retreats at the end of each push, leaving her slightly ajar.
“It’s not coming!” Anna cries at the end of a particularly intense contraction. Tom presses down on her belly and tells her to push as hard as she can. He can’t stand the sounds of protest as she pushes and he presses, but it’s working. He stops pressing and watches her lips part, the baby shifting down with unbelievable volume. This time, Tom keeps his fingers on her as the contraction ends and she stays open, her vagina parting an inch now, the head poking out.
“Pant, baby, let it stretch!”
Anna starts blowing with intensity, her breath heavy and her hands gripping Tom’s shoulders to try and cope.
“I know sweetie. It’s stretching.”
Anna moans as the next contraction starts. She takes a deep breath and pushes, her lips gaping further with painful force. Another inch later and she gives up, the pressure and the burning too much. When she starts crying, Tom does his best to console her.
“You’re doing so good, honey. She’s nearly here. Just a little longer.”
Tom rubs his fingers around the delicate half-crown and knows she’s right. Two inches of the head are visible, but the bulge in her vagina shows him there’s still so far to go. He’s not too sure how this is going to work. During the next contraction he uses his fingers to try and stretch her, but she’s resisting, trying to push her legs together to escape the burn. He knows she needs her legs back, which isn’t going to happen on the toilet.
“Sweetheart,” he starts slowly, knowing she wasn’t going to like this. “We need to get you on the bed.”
Anna’s eyes widen, still panting to try and control her urges.
“I can’t walk!” She protests, and Tom looks at the baby parting her. “There’s a head coming out of me!”
He doesn’t give in to the argument. Getting his baby out safely is more important, but as he pulls her to her feet, he cringes as she screams, her legs parting in a slight squat.
“Ahhh!” He holds her and slowly walks her out of the bathroom, Anna crying and heaving with each step. The pressure is insane now, her tight lips fighting the force of gravity.
“Please!” She cries desperately, feeling her baby pushing down into her burning opening. Tom keeps walking her, his hand gripping the slow crown to try and stop any sudden movements.
When they finally get to the bed, Tom lowers her onto her back and climbs up to sit between her legs.
“Well done, sweetie. I know that was hard.”
Anna just grunts, instinctively holding her legs back as the contraction hits.
She pushes hard, the stretch unbearable. Tom stretches her with his fingers as she pushes the head out a little further, making her so much tighter.
Tom keeps his fingers tracing her crown as she pants and grunts, feeling as though she’s about to rip open. When it inches forward to a full crown, Anna screams and Tom applies pressure, hoping it’s enough to keep her from tearing. Anna tries so hard to pant, knowing this is a crucial moment. She is on fire. It feels like someone is holding a flame to her vagina.
“Breathe, baby. Pant her out now, you’re so close.”
She screams again as a little of the forehead slips out, stretching her even further, something she didn’t think possible.
“Pant. Come on, honey. Nice and slow.”
She cries out as more of the head inches out and does her best to pant, in and out, one of her husbands hands applying pressure to her perineum, the other pressing the skin that is threatening to pull her clitoris apart.
“Hooo hoooo hooo” she pants loudly, a blood curdling scream filling the room when her skin finally gives way and the head barges out, followed by a gush of fluid.
“Fuck!” She exclaims loudly, struggling to catch her breath as Tom holds the giant head in his hands. It looks massive. He doesn’t understand how she got it out. He didn’t have time to check, but he was sure she had torn as the baby’s cheeks emerged. He keeps that information to himself.
“Good job, baby. Deep breaths, now. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
Anna pants and moans as Tom feels to make sure the cord isn’t around the baby’s neck. When it is clear, he helps the baby’s head turn towards his wife’s inner thigh and looks up at her exhausted face.
“Big, hard pushes now. Let’s get her shoulders out.”
Anna doesn’t need to be told twice. She holds her legs back and pushes with all her might, hollering as the shoulders ram into her bruised and worn vagina. Despite the incredible burn, she persists in pushing, as hard as she can. During the third push Tom pulls a little, the shoulder stretching her opening once more.
“Gahhhh! Ooooooh! Ahhhhhh!”
She grunts and yells and swears as Tom pulls again, the second shoulder widening her entrance one last time, before there’s a tug, a scream and a gush of fluids. It’s over.
- This is my first one, so let me know what you think :)
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