18+ content!!! If you’re a minor get off my page!!! 27 | non-binary | They/Them This is a space for pregnancy, birth, and oviposition related kink content. Might post some original writing.
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Hello! My name is August or you can call me Auggy. I’m 25+ non-binary transmasc and I use they/them pronouns.
As mentioned above this is a kink blog. The main focus will be on pregnancy, brith/labor and egg laying/oviposition kinks. This is a kink I’ve had for a long time and I’ve finally decided to dedicate a space for content related to it.
This blog is mostly for me but if someone else with these kinks also enjoys it by all means please do.
I’m open to asks and not against rping. My personal life is just a bit busy so forgive me if I don’t answer quickly.
What you will see on this blog:
Pregnancy (fpreg/mpreg/npreg)
Birth/labor
Birth denial
Crowing
Pregnant sex
Real birth videos and images
Egg laying
Egg insertion/Oviposition
Monster fucking
Mild non-con or dubious consent (usually person experiencing non-con has to start getting into it)
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Ugh I love pregnant businessmen… really like the idea of a high level exec with like 800 important projects frantically waddling around in a shirt like four sizes too big for him but the buttons are still straining around the torpedo triplet belly that enters rooms long before the rest of him. Everyone’s afraid to question him but they can’t help but stare at his visibly contracting belly, and he tells them yeah yeah he was supposed to have had the kids and be on paternity leave already, but it’s fine, he has so many loose ends to tie up!
He arrived at work at 7AM sharp with the labor suppressants on hand but he hasn’t taken them yet cause they’re an extreme measure. So even though he keeps having to stop during conversations to lean on tables and groan his way through brutal contractions, he still doesn’t think it’s time for the pills. He’s coated in sweat and idly circling his hips as he talks to coworkers, trying to find a way to stand where the lowest baby’s head doesn’t feel so heavy.
He’s touching base about his most important project at 10:00AM when he starts to feel the need to push. But he just… doesn’t. Resists it even though it makes him feel squirmy and uneasy and like he wants to scream. Mumbles, “Don’t push, dooon’t push” to himself as he tries and fails to jog to his office after, too bow-legged by the feeling that a head is about to fall out of him.
He manages to duck into his office’s private bathroom and get his pants off before his water breaks. But when he examines himself in the full length mirror, he finds the first baby already making a bulging dome of his pussy, and resigns himself to pushing it out. He leans back on a chair he brought in for this purpose and watches his cunt slowly flex open with each push, shuddering at the sight. The pressure makes his meta cock stand up, making it look as huge and swollen as it ever has.
After a good half hour of watching the head bob closer and closer to its widest point before sinking back in, it finally stays, spreading his hole in a tight crown. He throws his head back and groans in pain, toes curling as he drags his fingertips delicately over his taut cunt lips. He massages his perineum and applies counter pressure as the head slowly, slowly teases him, always looking ready to pop out. Finally it bursts out, and he yelps, shuddering. He delivers in a few more pushes.
By 11, he’s sent his first baby on its way with one of the nannies he’s had on standby and is ready to jump back in to his schedule. He tosses back a dose of labor suppressant pills before he goes, and they work like a dream. The contractions ease up enough that they’re practically background noise, only the pressure of a low head occasionally reminding him that birth is imminent.
He works all the way until 4PM before the pressure starts to be too intense to think through, and he decides he should probably at least check what’s going on down there. He steps into the empty office of someone who went home early and reaches into his pants—only to find a head peeking out into his underwear! It thrills him almost as much as it annoys him; they should really have a warning on the label if the pills can’t handle a birth canal that’s already opened for another baby.
Oh well. Nothing for it. He limps back to his office and drops into a squat as soon as he closes the door, groaning at the relief of his pelvis flaring open. He hisses through his teeth as the head surges forward, stinging his cunt, and cups his bulging lips, exhaling shakily as he tries to massage them. The positioning just happens to make his palm into a nice little divot for his swollen cock to rub against, and he feels it going rock hard as his cunt grows round and heavy with the barely-held head. He keeps it there, rocking his hips and massaging for a long while before finally the pressure is unbearable, and he starts to push.
He crowns quickly, and this time as he tends to his stretched lips, he circles his fingertips around his perked cock every once in a while, too, teasing it. When he births the head, the release of pressure almost feels like something more, so much so that it leaves his cock pulsing and tender to the touch. But he leaves the poor little thing lonely while he guides his second baby out, easily pushing out one shoulder and then the other.
After another nanny from his team whisks away the new child, and he rubs the limp, heavy shape of the one remaining in his womb. He glances at his watch, seeing it’s only a bit after 4:30. The pills might not be enough to get him through the business dinner tonight—hors d'oeuvres will start at 5:00, main course at 6:00, and the execs will probably want to stay for coffee after the sales guys leave, so that could go to 9 or 10, easy. And with his birth canal now twice-loosened… he needs something more.
He unlocks the special drawer of his desk and hums thoughtfully as he surveys the contents. His selection of toys has seen a lot of use during his pregnancy; sometimes nothing can satisfy the hormones like wearing a vibe all day or sitting on a dildo during a video call. But one item that hasn’t seen much use is a massive plug. He intended to use it to stretch himself out before the births, but his one attempt to get it in had failed after over an hour of trying. Now, though…
He spreads his legs, and gently holds his tender, birth-stretched lips back. He had to give up at 3/4ths of the way inside when he first tried it, but this time the plug glides easily to that depth. His aching birth canal clutches at it, and he rolls his head back, squirming in exquisite pain. With slow, gentle screwing motions back and forth, he works the plug in. It’s massive, but it still feels small compared to a head.
“Come on,” he moans, “come on, c—AH!” His body jerks as the plug pops inside, settling happily beyond the still remarkably elastic muscles around his opening, nudging heavily against his poor cervix. He cringes and squirms a little, feeling something almost like suction as his dilated cervix flexes around the blunt nose of the toy. “Ohhh fuck…”
It’s massive. His overused cunt stings around it and the discomfort of it peeking into his womb makes him feel almost sick, but he knows one thing for sure: that baby isn’t going anywhere while he’s plugged like this.
He staggers to his feet, and spends the whole time getting ready for the dinner groaning loud and long as the plug shifts inside him, its weight bullying his cunt for every moment. His little cock tents his briefs, standing so hard that he can even see it through his slacks, though he doubts anyone else would notice, especially beneath the shadow of his still-huge belly. Though he’s pushed out two of the triplets now, his womb still feels half-full, maybe more.
He’s still big enough that no one at the dinner seems to suspect that he’s already started delivering. They can tell he’s close, what with the slow, wincing, wide-stanced way that he walks, and how he can’t stop shifting when seated, but no one bothers him about it as he keeps his spirits high and the subject on business.
After it takes two employees to help him groan himself to his feet, he waddles heavily into the bathroom to check the plug. There’s so much pressure that he isn’t surprised when he sees his crotch bulging obscenely low, so stretched that it’s shaped like a head is halfway out of him even though there’s barely a glimpse of the dildo’s silicone between his puffy red lips. He shudders and strokes his perked dick, eyes rolling back at its sheer sensitivity.
Though he could spend hours touching his birth-swollen cunt, he knows the other execs are waiting for him in the lounge. He’s shuffling slow with a hand to his back and his hips heavily forward when he joins them. Without the employees to behave for, half the exec board is coming over to tease him about how close he looks, and tell him he really should be in the hospital, and feel his still-shockingly-taut belly beneath his straining shirt. He indulges in their attention, subtly rocking his hips to feel the massive plug.
But soon, too soon, he feels the breath-stealing cramp of a head splitting his cervix. His cunt lips sting, cupped between the weight of his plug-deformed pussy and the crotch of his slacks.
With ties loosened around the room and more than a little of someone’s flask of whiskey shared between most of the execs, they’re bolder in watching him. One of the board members reclines on a couch, trailing fingers over the stark line stretching the crotch of his slacks. The vice president of marketing sits on the arm of a chair, her sharp pencil skirt hiked halfway up her thigh and her hips rolling against the upholstery.
It’s the CFO who finally approaches him.
“What’s this?” His deep, cool baritone makes the pregnant man shudder, and that’s before the heavy hand with the Rolex on the wrist cups his bulging crotch. “The head’s coming?”
“No.” He groans and lets his head fall back, settling his weighty cunt in this powerful man’s hand. “Head’s… in my cervix. Mmh.” The suppressant is beginning to wear off, the single steady cramp he’s felt all around his pelvic cradle tightening into something with more promise. “Ohhhh…”
“Then what’s this?” The CFO gently hefts the weight in his hand, and the laboring exec moans wretchedly.
“Ohhh, fuck. It’s- a plug. It’s plugging me up. Keeping the baby in. But- I feel it coming.” Before he knows what’s happening, his cunt bulges and the plug presses firmly against the CFO’s palm. “Oh- fuck, I’m pushing… oh…”
The CFO makes a low, purring sound. He strokes the straining pussy in his hand. “Why don’t you show us, baby?”
His head spins, the burn in his pussy increasing as he pushes the head firmly into his cervix. The contraction passes, leaving him gasping, swaying his hips, groaning. The CFO, still holding him by the bulge of his crotch, guides him by the plugged pussy to an ornate rug in the middle of the room. He unbuttons the laboring exec’s slacks and tugs them down, along with his soaked underwear.
“Come on, be a team player and show us.”
His cock aches as he sinks shakily to his knees. As a contraction grips his lower back, he groans and falls forward onto his hands, leaving his bare pussy upturned between his legs, showing the room how it stretches obscenely around the massive plug. The whole room watches as more and more black silicone inches out.
“Holy shit, he really plugged his cunt up,” someone says.
The exec in the pencil skirt draws a knee up and lets a hand fall between her toned thighs, openly circling two manicured nails over the seam of her pantyhose. “He likes it. Being good and plugged for us this whole time.”
With a wrung-out moan, he releases the push, shuddering as he feels his lips suck the plug back in. He rocks in place, limbs trembling as the muscles in his lower body remain seized tight around the head in his cervix.
He’s still catching his breath when his belly tenses towards him again. He gasps, disoriented by how quickly that came on, what was that, a minute? 30 seconds?
“It’s coming,” he groans as his cunt squeezes uselessly around the plug. “The baby’s coming, I need to push it out…”
“Hm.” Footsteps behind him. Then, a playful tap on the base of the plug, barely a nudge but still enough to make him whimper and jerk away from the stimulus. “Well,” says the CFO, “I guess you need to push out this plug, first.”
The thing is, he could reach around and get the plug out of his own pussy if it came to it. There is no actual reason to continue to endure this pain, the gut-twisting discomfort of being blocked from birthing.
But his cock is so hard.
Panting, he hangs his head and pushes.
Though the plug is a bit smaller than the heads he’s already crowned today, the base is so unforgivingly flat that every time he gets close to expelling it, his burning, swollen cunt lips just won’t relinquish the corners. He can feel his cunt bulging out far, so stretched that he realizes with a lurch of twisted heat that it will never be the same after this.
And every time the plug sinks back in, the corner drags over his gspot, making his engorged cock jump at the peak of his yawning cunt.
He pushes for a long time, until his whole body quivers and drips with cold sweat. He manages to push the baby’s head through his cervix, but that only forces it in alongside the plug, making him wail as the plug wedges at an angle against the wall of his birth canal, straining it well beyond its ability and forcing his opening to stretch abruptly to the left.
“AUGH!” He sounds like a kicked dog, his voice coming in rasping barks and whines. “Fuck, I need it out, I need it out, the head, the head—!”
“Aw,” says the CFO, pulling out of the drooling minor exec who’s been choking on his cock, “it’s okay if you can’t do it. You should have told me it was too big.”
He pants, feeling the part of the child still in his womb bounce with his aching abdominal muscles. His cunt twitches futilely. Then, when a contraction comes, he tucks his chin to his chest and lows as he pushes with everything he’s got. The plug surges inside him, straining at his entrance for a second, two, three…
“AaaaaAAAAUGH!” A throat-tearing scream busts out of him just as the plug does. The hunk of silicone makes a thunderous noise when it hits the floor, and people around the room gasp and marvel at the sight of it.
The CFO laughs in delight and calls him a good boy, and he only half-listens, because the shoulders of his final baby just spread his cervix and the head is heavy in his cunt. After so much stimulation, the pressure of the skull on his gspot makes his cock so hard it stings.
“Ohhhhh…” he starts to rock on his hands and knees, swiveling his hips around. “Oh, please. I need it. There, there, there—“ he babbles desperately to his own body as he tries to position it just right, chasing that swelling, pulling feeling beneath the pain, that release just a breath away…
He contracts and screams as he pushes the head to a crown. “I’m so full,” he groans, “so full.” He hears exclamations and expletives as everyone looks at his swollen pussy framing the perfect circle of the emerging head. “So full, the pressure, it’s so, it’s so…” He goes down on his elbows and keeps rocking, moaning brokenly as the position piles pressure on his gspot. His cock is a burning, pulsing point of sensation.
“Ohhhh here it comes, here it comes, I’m gonna push it out, I’m gonna, I’m gonna—!” He goes lightheaded with effort and feels his cunt budge the head as it clenches, his cock tingling, and-
The sudden relief of birthing the head tips him over the edge, and he screams as he cums, rutting weakly in the air as his twitching cock goes overstimulated and untouched. It keeps washing over him, making him twist and grip at the carpet and keep pushing, and with a surge of agony and unbearable pleasure, he thrusts his hips back and cums out the shoulders.
He collapses with the baby still halfway in his cunt, eyelids fluttering, whole body pulsing. People are speaking to him, but he ignores them for the moment to enjoy the aftershocks; after all, his paternity leave has officially started.
Guy carrying an egg in his belly that grows so large he doesn’t so much go into labor as simply run out of room. The egg is already staggeringly massive when it begins to peek out of his hole, and it slowly spreads him over the course of days as it gets bigger and bigger. With his muscles so stretched, he has no strength to push, so the only way for the egg to come out is to wait for it to naturally stretch him past its widest point. In the final days of carrying the egg, it’s so large that the guy can’t even stand or sit, so he can only crawl, groaning and whimpering, the strained skin of his belly dragging on the ground. And with his agonized hole hypersensitive to the touch of fabric, he can’t bear to cover his ongoing birth with any garment, so everyone sees the dome of the egg bulging through his swollen-red ass as he crawls around. He could attempt to wear something that’s simply open-backed, but there’s no point in trying to protect his modesty when his cock, stiff and dripping from the constant pressure on his prostate, will always tent the fabric and leave an obvious stain every time he cums from still being so pregnant while so deep into the throes of birth.
Now for a completely different cock birth flavor. Mommy-to-be reclined in a birthing pool with relaxing music and candles everywhere, doing her slow Lamaze breathing while her wife murmurs words of encouragement in her ear… her belly poking out of the water, tensing hard every few minutes. And beneath it, rising to kiss her linea nigera as it’s drawn up with each contraction, swollen her girl cock pulses with preparations of its own. It’s huge, stretched over the course of weeks as fluid has built up inside, rendering it an angry purple that’s raw to the touch. Soon, her slit will spread and pour forth her broken water, leaving a narrow birth canal from her womb to her tip. It will take her hours, perhaps even days of pushing for it to stretch enough to admit her baby, but she’s ready.
knotting you in early labor reassuring you that you still have hours to go before you start pushing so there's plenty of time for it to go down but over time that feeling you clench down and contract on me and hearing you pant and gasp and groan keeps making me get horny and hard again and again and eventually it becomes clear that the knot is not gonna go down in time
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For the question mark, maybe some kind of demon situation?
(Love your work, by the way. 🙏)
Grandma's House
CW: Dubcon, Mental Incapacitation
On a path forgotten, deeply wedged between trees, was a house. A house made of aged wood from an era beyond scribed history and looked as if it had housed nothing but the ghosts of ghosts.
Kira, stood gripping a distended belly that looked beyond overdue. Veins and stretchmarks were as distinct as a freshly colored tattoo on her skin. The massive weight within made her stomach hang low to her upper thighs. A slow stream of fluid dripped beneath her as the immense pressure grew too much for her body to contain.
This house was her troubled grandmother's, now left to Kira specifically after her death. She told far too many stories about devils and demons for anyone in the family to take her seriously or to bother caring for in her old age. There were no instructions, no expectations for care, not even an estimate for how much it could be sold for. All she knew then was that it was hers. And now she couldn’t leave.
The house was old, but homely. Well enough to sleep in for a night or two as she decided what to do with it. Nothing strange to speak of. There were some strange, devilish, woodcarved statues that lined the walls of her grandmother's room, but she was known for her whittling. There was a door to the basement that must have been older than the house itself with how deeply discolored it was. None of the keys to the home worked for it and she wasn't exactly strong enough to force it off its hinges.
It could be dealt with later.
And then there was a dream.
When Kira slept in the room, a loves warmth enveloped her. It lit her body a flame like a match would a hearth. A man formed of every fantasy and idle crush she held in her head loomed over her and the ethereal silks that now made her bed.
"How well would you like to feel, my love? Do you want to feel pleasure unimaginable?" The man's voice was like the tasting over-sweet honey.
"Y-yes, make me feel good," she murmured, enraptured by the dream.
The man smiled and begun working. He lapped his tongue across her thighs, her hardening nipples, and her throbbing clit. Her body writhed against his gentle touch as though her whole being was an extension of her most sensitive spots.
A drawl moan parted her lips when she felt the pressure of his cock enter her. It was a slow rhythm that rapidly built to quickened repeated thrusts. Until the two, in a harmony of their moans, came with eachothers pulses and made the illusion of her sleeping mind fade.
Kira has been trapped in the home ever since that dream.
When she entered her car to leave she woke up in her grandmothers bed. When she tried to call her friends or family she fell asleep as soon as she hit the last digit. A stride to close to well trekked trails and she found herself in the living room with a hand on her stomach.
Then the symptoms began.
"What the hell is going on," said to herself, knelt before a toilet. "Is this a nightmare? This has to be a nightmare."
Kira later decided it had to have been. Time escaped her; an hour felt like a week, a day was seconds, a mere minute might as well been a month. Trying to think on it nade her head ache as much as her stomach. In that odd time she watched as the skin beneath her navel pulled forward, she witnessed her breasts slowly out grow the clothes she brought for what was supposed to only be a few day stay.
Kira watched as her stomach grew larger than any pregnant woman she'd seen. She saw whatever was within her writhe and struggle against her skin. Her hips ached every passing day as her load lowered and a hardened object dropped into the bowl of her pelvis
Every day Kira cried at the sight of her body and the mere impossibility of it until she fell asleep. All was good in sleep, all was pleasure, all the strife was meaningless in sleep. Her body was normal in the dream and the man was there to caress her, pleasure her to her hearts content until she woke.
But now Kira was even denied that. For days she's labored under the watchful eyes of her grandmother's statues. She couldn't soothe herself to sleep or even close her eyes for a passing moment before a contraction flared in her core. Her hands never left her belly as it changed shape beneath her palms and pushed a head into her cervix.
Kira's eyes widened and a choked cry left her lips. It was too big. Whatever was in her was going to split her and yet she needed to get it out– her body demanded it.
A voice entered her ears as she succumbed to the pressure, one that crawled from the cracked wooden floor of the home, deep, ancient, and familiar; her dream like lover.
"Don't push yet, my love. Breathe. Resist. Revel in the pleasure."
"I can't, it's too much-"
"You will." The voice boomed in her head.
A phantom touch slithered up her thighs, across taut belly, to her firm breasts and her darkned nipples and tightened its grip on them. Her mouth was drawn open by a natural force just as old as labor. Another touch went up to her clit, swiftly moving upon on it like a wind on grass.
"Resist. Go to the basement. Now, my love. "
The instinct to push raged within her, but she followed the voices order. Kira couldn't control the movements of her body; it didn't feel like hers anymore. A plodding shuffle was all that Kira could manage. Small bursts of fluid splattered onto the floor boards with each step. The head ground against her pelvis impatiently. It was so big she thought her hips might break and her canal would ripped asunder. But the pain never lasted, a waves of pleasure drowned it as soon as it rose. But then...the pleasure never lasted either; her belly shivered and seized with contractions when the wave ended.
The maddening cycle, getting worse with each turn of it, forced tears and choked gasps from her throat.
Kira moved until she stood infront of the door, legs trembling violently as the urge to bear down on the massive thing inside her began to overwhelm her. Her eyes drew wide as her legs dipped deep into a squat. It was coming–the head was stretching her canal insanely wide.
"Please! Let me push! let me push!" Kira cried out.
"Almost there my love, just turn the knob."
Tears stream from her eyes as the twin sensations collide again and her lovers voice moves her hand to the door knob. The door that used to be steadfastly locked, gently created open without resistance.
Kira descended the rickety wooden stairs, wide legged and leaking.
"It's coming dowwwwwn," Kira felt the massive head push against her throbbing pussy.
By the time she reached the steel gray, cement floor, the head was making her crotch bulge and her overdrawn stomach had sagged even lower all while being solidly pulled tight against her womb with the strength of a contraction. A giant ring of foreign letters was scratched into the surface before her but Kira couldn't care less about it purpose or meaning. She just needed to listen to her lover, then this could end. This nightmare can end.
"It's so b-big. Need–ughhh–out," Kira's legs gave out as soon as she stopped in the center of the circle.
The musk of her lover flooded her nostrils as her back fell against his chest. One impossibly large arm looped under her arms.
"P-please can I push now?! Please let me push, I need it out of me–"
His lips smothered her cries with a kiss, the taste of burnt charcoal assaulted her tongue in the same moment a massive pulse of pleasure went through her. Kira's hips jerked in sync with her taut bump coiling around her womb. Her lovers hand twisted one of her fully erect nipples and the other stroked her poked out clit. The crown between her legs grew wider, drawing the lips of her pussy so tight she'd thought she'd break. The build of pressure and resistance broke as her body came and forced immense child through. Her scream, stifled by her lovers lips and tongue, rumbled uselessly in her throat when the head burst out of her with a gush viscous fluid.
Kira's body thrashed, spasming in the hold of her lover as the huge body of the baby slid slowly out of her and onto the floor of the basement.
"That's it my love, give birth to my children."
Kira's didn't have a chance to process the inhuman wail of the thing that she just birthed, her body was overwhelmed, overheated and not finished.
Another head jammed it way into pelvis. Yet, she continued tremble with the insane orgasm as it swiftly cascaded through her canal.
Her lover– this beast of a man that made her so full of child – moved his mouth from hers and to her other full tit, licking at it until it leaked.
"Your body is so delicious like this.... I want to keep you like this," His voice rippled through her body.
Her voice rose in a pitched shriek. The second baby, as massive as the first, bore through her body at even pace. She wanted to push it out, she felt that she could easily. But the demand of her lover was wrapped strong against her will.
Her thoughts slowly numbed to the idea of even trying.
"Just let them come in their own way..."
Time became even more meaningless. Kira didn't know how long the second had been going through her or when the burning of the crown made itself known; all she could do was lose herself in the sensation of her lovers touch to keep some semblance of consciousness. Her body squeezed the child out of her without her effort, making another cascade of fluid hit the sigils on the floor.
Once again, the struggle wasn't finished.
A third pressed through her canal, briefly snapping her out of her stupor. It was so much larger than the others her eyes rolled back just at the way it forced her hips to part beyond possibility. The question she'd been asking since she'd felt the need teased at her lips but would remain unsaid. She already knew the answer. The man's ministrations on her clit and tits couldn't smother the pain of her hips being forced so wide the small sound of her joints popping echoing through her.
Kira wondered briefly what she did to deserve this torture. Every "why" she came up with was accompanied by agony. She wondered if her grandmother put a curse on her as her entire cervix burned. She thought maybe she should have taken the ramblings seriously as womb twist into a misshapen discolored lump on her body. Kira regretted not keeping in contact with her as a severe bolt of pain went through bulging lips as the head crowned. When her body came and her third child ejected from her ruined crotch, she wondered why couldn't her grandmother given the house to anyone else.
A third plop echoed in the space
Kira lay limp against the body of the man from the dream. She finally felt empty. Her vision was clouded and the bottom half of her body felt non-existent. All she could see was three huge, wriggling, inhuman masses on the ground before her.
"You've done so well for me my love," Her lover whispered into her ear.
"Kira! Are you here!? It's been months!" A familiar voice came from outside. She couldn't dredge up the memory of whose.
"Ye-" She almost croaked out before her lover intervened.
The man's hand ran over Kira's mouth as words began to slip from them. A long tail wrapped across her still swollen abdomen. The other hand massaged her blood and fluid soaked crotch.
"Did you...enjoy this," His whisper reverberated throughout her body. "Do you want more..."
The touch of the thing that resided in this house eased her nerves, smothered her pain into a quiet throb, strangled her panic into serenity.
"Yes."
The things she'd birthed crawled up her body to her leaking breasts and begun to feed. The voice from outside started to call her name again but was quickly silenced.
Here is another video with a slow crowning, where the mother's lips are unable to stretch enough for a long time, and she screams and strains with each contraction.
One of my all time favorite tropes is when someone with a prostate is giving birth and the pressure on their prostate makes them come uncontrollably. Especially if it's egg laying and egg after egg is rubbing against their insides, putting them on the edge with every push. With a big belly stuffed full with eggs they'll be completely out of their mind with over-stimulation by the end. Whimpering and drooling, begging for it to be over, whining that they can't come any more even as their body forces more eggs down towards their hole. Trying to focus on the pain because the unrelenting pleasure is worse.
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A t-shirt that says I LOVE SLEEPAWAY CAMP (1983) and underneath it AS A TRANS WOMAN I HAVE RECLAIMED IT AND IT'S OKAY FOR ME TO LIKE IT, IF YOU WERE WONDERING
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when they push and you can see the crowning head bulge out further but never actually make any progress, not actually slipping further out, and only moving right back to its original spot when their cunt relaxes again <3
