He pushed the heavy door open. The air inside was thick—warm, musky, scented with sweat, amniotic fluid, and expensive perfume. Soft red lights bathed the long room. Ten wide leather chairs lined the walls like gynecologist tables, each one tilted back at a steep angle. Every woman was naked from the waist down, ankles locked high and wide in cold steel stirrups. Their massive, glistening bellies rose and fell with each labored breath. Between their spread thighs, dark, slick crowns of baby heads stretched their pussies wide open—some already bulging an inch out, others just beginning to part the lips. Moans and grunts filled the air like a filthy symphony.

A tall, tattooed woman in a black corset—clearly the madam—smiled at him.
“First time? Pick any girl. They’re all in active second stage. Touch anything you want. Push on their bellies. Kiss them. Fuck their asses while they push. Just don’t touch the baby when it’s fully out—that’s house rule. Cash up front.”

Marcus slid five crisp hundreds across the counter and walked straight to the center chair.

She was stunning. Early twenties, long black hair plastered to her sweat-slicked face, enormous belly tight and round, navel popped out like a cork. Her name tag read “Lila.” Her pussy was stretched obscenely around the baby’s crown—dark hair visible, the head pulsing forward with every contraction. Her ankles trembled in the stirrups.

Lila looked up at him with glassy, lust-drunk eyes. “Please… I need it harder,” she gasped, voice thick with pain and need.

Marcus didn’t hesitate. He stepped between her spread thighs, placed both hands on the huge, drum-tight dome of her belly, and pressed down firmly. Lila cried out, half scream, half moan, as the pressure forced the baby’s head another inch forward. Her pussy lips thinned around it, shiny and stretched.

He leaned down and crushed his mouth to hers. Their tongues tangled instantly—wet, desperate, sloppy. She tasted like cherries and pure exhaustion. While they kissed, he slid one hand lower, fingers finding her swollen clit poking out above the crowning head. He rubbed tight, fast circles. Lila bucked hard in the stirrups, belly rippling under his other palm.

“Fuck—yes—push me,” she begged against his lips.

Marcus kept kissing her, kept rubbing her clit in slick little circles, and kept pressing down on her belly with steady, rhythmic force. Every time he pushed, another thick inch of baby head slid out. Her pussy made wet, obscene stretching sounds.

He broke the kiss only long enough to unzip. His cock was already rock-hard. He slicked it with the natural lube dripping from her stretched hole, then moved lower. The head of his cock nudged her tight asshole—already relaxed from the massive pressure above it. One smooth thrust and he sank halfway into her ass.

Lila’s eyes rolled back. “Oh my god—yes—fuck my ass while I push!”

He started thrusting deep and steady, cock sliding in and out of her clenching asshole while his hands worked. One palm grinding down on her belly, the other frantically rubbing her clit. Every thrust of his hips made her belly jolt, forcing the baby’s head further out. The crown was now the size of a baseball, glistening, pulsing with her heartbeat.

He kissed her again—messy, biting her lower lip—while he fucked her ass harder. The leather chair creaked. Lila’s moans turned into guttural cries of pleasure and pain.

“I’m coming—fuck—I’m coming while it’s crowning!” she screamed into his mouth.

Her asshole clamped down around his cock like a vice as her orgasm ripped through her. At the same moment, Marcus shoved down hard on her belly. The baby’s head surged forward another two inches, stretching her pussy to its absolute limit. The sight and the squeeze sent him over the edge. He buried himself balls-deep in her ass and came in thick, hot ropes, flooding her while she pushed and squirted around the crowning head.

Panting, he stayed inside her, still rubbing slow circles on her clit, still pressing gently on her belly to keep the pressure perfect. Lila smiled up at him, dazed and glowing.

“That was amazing. Now comes the afterbirth,” she whispered, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. “Stay inside my ass… and thrust harder this time.”

Marcus grinned, already feeling himself harden again.

wishing I was in labor with my partners massive baby