One of my favorite things about birth is just the utter lack of control.
You can't control when the contractions begin, right in the middle of a terrible thunderstorm that's knocked out the power and the phone lines.
You can't control when they jump from fifteen to nine to seven to five minutes in an hour, the baby sinking lower and lower in your pelvis as you waddle your way around the house in candlelight.
You can't control when a contraction overtakes you right in the entryway to your house, causing you to grip desperately at the console table by the door and spread your legs wide, you're water breaking as you arch your back at the the release of pressure.
You can't control the grunts and gasps leaving your mouth as you waddle to your bedroom, urgently grabbing the phone only to let it clatter to the ground when a new contraction takes hold while the clear static of a dead line comes from the phone.
You can't control the way your belly drops over your lap, the baby sliding down inside you and making its way through your hips. It's coming fast. You had to be close to going into transition, and you had no way to contact anyone for help.
You can't control dropping into a squat, your hands clutching at the bedspread as you let your legs spread wide. "Oh god, " You gasp as your back arches and your belly contacts, "Oh god, I'm pushing!"
You can't control when your body begins pushing for you, the muscles tensing as the head drops through your cervix and begins to bulge out your lips from the sheer size of the baby making it's way through you.
You can't control the noises coming out of you as your lips spread into a teardrop shape, you're hand slipping from the sheets to cup at your bulging pussy. Your hand barely covers the mass that's emerging from you, and for a moment you feel dizzy with worry about how large the head is.
You can't control when the next contraction comes and you have to arch your back again, bearing down on the huge head as the teardrop shape opens even more into a wide, perfect O as the baby slides forward.
You can't control the fluids dripping and squiring out of you, spraying out around the head as you push harder and harder to get the baby out of you.
You can't control the visceral urge to narrate everything happening to you despite the fact that you're alone. "I- I'm stretching!" You cry as more of the head pushes into your hand, "Stretching so much! This baby is so big!" "Mhhh oh god, it's coming out!" You groan, your hand cupping the head as you birth it by the side of your bed, "It's coming out, its coming out of me!" "I'm crowning!" You can't help but scream when the head bursts into a full crown, filling your palm with its incredible weight, "Ooohhhhh I'm pushing it out! I'm giving birth right now!"
You can't control how you squat even lower as the baby's face begins to emerge, the eyebrows popping free with a gush of fluids. The rest of the face requires a bit more effort, the nose stretching you so thin you can feel it tugging behind your poor, abused clit. You rock your hips up and down, trying desperately to force the baby from you as if you're going to dribble it out like a basketball.
You can't control the cry of relief to let out when the head bursts free. "It's head is outtttt--" You moan as your pussy flutters for a brief second after being held open so wide for so long. Your legs shake, threatening to give out a you check for the cord.
You can't control the sound that you make when you look over your shoulder and see your reflection in the mirror. The way your legs are spread, thighs open wide and resting close to the ground as the baby's head hangs so heavily from your stretched pussy.
You can't control the desperate urge to just lay down and birth your baby, so you give in. One hand cradling the head to keep it from being jostled, you lay down on your side, letting the hand that was holding the head now grip behind your knee, hooking your thigh open as the head rotate and the shoulders slot into place.
You can't control the way the shoulders get stuck for a brief second. You push wildly, your thighs trembling and your belly squeezing and your pussy working hard to expel the huge baby inside of you. "Ohhhhh-- Come on baby, " You gasp ruggedly as you throw your head back, pushing hard and clenching your teeth, "Come on, you're so close, I can feel you!" And you certainly can feel the way the shoulders bulge against your hole, stretching you so thin you think for a moment you may tear.
You can't control the gutteral moan that leaves your mouth as you pull your leg up and open, one hand clutching at your huge, contracting belly and the other holding your leg open at the ankle. Your hips stretch do wide you think they may break, but you can't do much about it as the shoulders begin to open you up and you babble nonsense. 'My pussy!" You cry as one shoulder pops through, more fluid splashing out of you as your belly heaves, "Ughhhhh, I'm giving birth-- I'm pushing it out, oh fuck, it's coming out of me!" The second shoulder pushes free to, the rest of the baby coming out with a sick gush onto the floor beneath your sites thighs.
And you certainly can't control when you're water breaks for a second time as you try to catch your breath, a familiar weight dropping through your cervix as your huge stomach contracts again and your first baby begins to wail between your legs.
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When your partner arrives home you're squatting in the luke warm bath, draped over the rim of the tub as you ride out the contractions that are steadily bringing baby down.
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.
Jacob knows as soon as he wakes to an empty bed that today is the day.
He gets up immediately, quickly finding his robe and slipper and going in search of his mate. They'd been preparing for weeks, ever since Thiago had mentioned he thought he may be pregnant. His belly had rounded out quickly, swelling full and heavy as the days passed.
Jacob checks the normal places the man had considered for their nest - the couch, the closet, the pantry. They've prepared all these places for delivery in case Thiago had chosen to labor there.
But each place is Thiago-less, despite there being evidence he had been there. The blankets on the couch are in disarray, a pile of clothing pulled from their hangers and made into a half-hearted attempt at a nest, and the portable nightlight theyd placed in the pantry was on.
There's one more place that Thiago could be, and Jacob isn't at all surprised to find him there.
He creeps into the laundry room quietly, careful not to disturb his lover as he shifts around in his nest of old blankets and clothing in the corner of the room.
A light sheen of sweat is glistening on his skin, his thick black hair tied back as he lays on his side, palming softly at his heavy belly. His eyes are heavily lidded, flicking up in Jacob's direction as he steps into the room.
Jacob tiptoes across the room, knowing good and well not to enter the nest without Thiago's permission. Instead, he settles on his knees outside the nest, watching in quiet trepidation as his mate lifts his head to look at him.
His eyes are still heavily lidded, a hazy look in his eyes that leads Jacob to believe that they might not have very long at all before he begins birthing. He pets gently at his hair, a hand slipping down to hold his side as Thiago scoots a little closer to him in the nest.
"Is it gonna be soon?" He asks softly, feeling their litter shifting low inside Thiago's heavy belly.
The doctor had said at least four, an average for Thiago by now. This was his sixth litter in as many years, and by this point they'd learned what to expect when the time came.
His waters haven't broken, that much is evident by the lack of mess in the nest, but the contractions are certainly close enough together for Jacob to assume he's in active labour by now.
Thiago nods shakily, shifting his hips in discomfort as something rolled under Jacob's hand, preparing for delivery. They were low in his belly, slotting up for the next part of this journey.
"They're low-" He murmurs, laying his head back down on the side of the nest and stretching his back out, "Any minute now, I think."
And indeed, as the words heave his mouth his sides draw tight, his stomach contracting harshly enough that its visible to both of them. Thiago closes his eyes, panting through his open mouth as his sides heave. Jacob feels the pressure begin to build, pulling at his partner from the inside as he continues to pant rapidly.
His legs stretch out, extended fully as the contraction peaks, his body stiffens. He grimaced suddenly, a grunt escaping him when something changed inside him.
Jacob immediately knows what just happened, especially when a moment later Thiago begins to arch his back, his leg instinctively bending and planting flat on the ground as the first of their litter began pressing its way down inside of him.
It gives Jacob the perfect view of his swollen pussy from this angle, the barest hint of a bulge beginning to form at the junction of his hips and pelvis.
Thiago spends the next few contractions in this position, leg held open as his belly heaves and tightens above it. The baby sinks lower and lower, the defined shape of the mass steadily bulging him out until it reaches his lips.
It sits there for a moment, looking so heavy and round inside of Thiago while the rest of the litter contine to make their way down. Thiago pants and whines, his thighs shaking and his breath coming in rapid puffs as his instincts begin to take over.
"Oh- it's right there." He grits out, teeth gnashing as he rocks his hips, thigh shaking from being held open.
Jacob nods, watching intently as Thiago squeezes his eyes shut and starts panting again, the bulge between his legs starting to come down low enough that its fully pressed against his slit.
The bulge looks big, his lips just barely managing to hold it back. Jacob wants to reach out and touch, but knows not to yet. Thiago will ask for help if he needs it, so Jacob sticks with stroking the heaving side of his pregnant belly and softly petting his hair, cooing soft affirmations to his laboring mate.
It's not long before he's grunting, shifting his legs apart even further and resting a hand on the side of his globe of a stomach that's spilling out heavily across the nest in front of him.
Thiago pants rapidly, still clutching at his belly with one hand when his back arches, and he draws up one leg so that his hips are open wide.
Jacob watches in amazement as his lips part, his bags of waters bulging from his slit in an amazing way that always humbles Jacob every single time he sees it.
"Oh god, my waters -" Thiago groans out as he tries to snake a hand around his heavy belly to feel his slick, open hole, "My waters are coming out!"
He can't quite reach around his heavy belly to feel, but for a split second, his fingers press against the bag that's now ruthlessly holding him open. He pushes against it, trying to release some of the pressure that's coming from being split open like he is.
"You're doing so good," Jacob murmurs softly to him when he relaxes slightly, "So good, baby, you're stretching so well for me."
Thiago only gives a soft flick of his ear to indicate hes heard Jacob, instead sinking back down against the edge of the nest and shifting and squirming to get himself comfortable.
Its a fools errand, and they both know it. For Thiago, there's no escaping the pressure and pain of birth until he's... well, birthed. But he does move around a good bit in between the contractions, pausing only to arch his back and push the bag of waters further out of him.
It's during one attempt to move that something changes once again.
Jacob has taken to sitting cross-legged outside the nest, just watching Thiago do his thing, when suddenly he all but spins around, crawling forward on all fours before flopping down roughly with his back to Jacob.
He draws his leg up again as hed done before, and Jacob watches with rapt attention as he begins to push. This time, the contraction seems to pull tighter, the muscles in his glute and back pulling tight as Thiago suddenly lets out a guttural moan and pushes desperately.
He lows desperately as his cunt stretched into a perfect O around the bulge that's now pushed out into the world. Thiago yowls as his waters spread him wide, his legs kicking and straightening as he bears down instinctively to get the baby out.
And then suddenly he manages to toss his hand behind him, slipping down between his legs and cupping his own waters. Thiago lets out a hiccupy groan as he wriggles his hips just slightly, then begins to push again.
He's only just beginning to bear down, his sides drawing in, when suddenly his bags burst in his hands, shooting out of him and spraying against his palm in an arch.
"Oh fuck, Jacob, the water broke! I'm about to-" He gasps and grunts, sides heaving as his cunt begins to bulge outward again- this time with the head of their baby, "I'm about to... oohhhhh!"
He flops back against the nest, still on his side as his legs go straight out when the head slots into place and begins to part his cunt.
Jacob sits up further, watching over Thiago's side as he shakes and cries out, the head rapidly slipping forward and then sinking back in when the man pauses to pant harshly.
Theres no time between contractions now; his mate sucks in a few rapid breaths then gives a few rapid pushes as the head continues to slide forward.
Its not until its well and truly splitting his cunt apart that Thiago begins to get a bit more desperate, twisting and kicking out his legs as it comes closer to crowning.
Jacob manages to scoot himself down to the side of the nest, settled between his mates' legs. He brings a hand up to push at the inside of Thiago's left leg, holding it and back.
He has another perfect view of his pussy like this, flushed and leaking as it spreads wide around the top of their baby's head.
It's incredible, Jacob thinks. Even after doing this so many times, it's amazing to see his mate birth their litters.
"Oh, love, you look so beautiful like this." Jacob whispers in revelry, his thumb stroking over the soft skin of his thigh, "Come on, push that baby out."
Thiago lets out a half sob, half moan as he grabs hold of the side of the nest, his fingers clawing at the fabric as he tucks his chin to his chest and bears down. The baby’s head pushes forward again, centimeter by centimeter slipping out until finally - finally - the head comes to its widest part.
"Ohhhmmmygodddd!" Thiago shrieks, throwing both hands down between his spread legs to cup the head, "It's crowning!"
His cunt is stretched so tight around the head that for a split second Jacob worries that he'll tear.
He never had before, and this baby wasn't any larger than they usually were, but there was just something about his lips clung to the curve, a perfect moon of dark hair keeping his mate wrenched open around it, that made a spark of worry in him.
"Easy, easy baby -" He hummed, pressing his hands overtop of Thiago's to cup the head, "Let it come."
"It's already coming!" Thiago cried balefuly, his hips pushing down into their entwined hands as his belly tightened again, "Oh god, l have to birth it!"
"Slow down, love, slow down." He crooned, pressing gently against Thiago's hands to keep the head from coming too quickly, "You don't want to tear."
Thiago sobs and nods shakily, his hands letting go of the head and going instead to his thighs. He grits his teeth and groans, feeling his body pushing despite his best efforts to stop it.
The head bulges even further against Jacob's hands, slipping out until the brow is exposed, and Thiago is writhing and groaning under him.
"Oh fuck, the baby is coming out -" Thiago groans as he bends his knee and draws his leg up again, "It's coming out! It's coming out of me!"
And indeed, it is coming out of him.
Stretching him open obscenely as more and more of the brow slips out, almost to the eyebrow. Thiago whimpers and pushes his hips forward, his breath rapid pants that make his whole belly heave.
It takes incredible focus not to press to harshly on the head, to keep the counterpressure light. It's even more difficult that Thiago's body isn't getting the no pushing message, powerful contractions all but shoving the head out of his cunt.
The eyes are out, Thiago's hips bucking against the pressure as he pants and sits up on his elbows to look at Jacob.
"I'm about to- fuck, I'm gonna birth the head!"
And then he's really pushing.
His thighs shake, hips jerking and tail rigid as he pushes again with a cry, and the head pops free from the catboy.
"Heads out -" Jacob tells him quickly, even though he knew that Thiago was already aware of that fact.
He doesn't answer anyway, too busy scrambling out of Jacob's hold again.
At some point, he decided that birthing this kit laying down was no longer an option because suddenly, he was up on all fours.
His back arches, shoving his pussy back into Jacob's hands so that he's holding the head in place, and then he bears down with a watery moan.
"Stretching- fuck, it's stretching my pussy!"
The head rotates so that its facing his thigh, and then Thiago dips his hips low as the shoulders bulge between his legs.
He shoves down hard once, twice, and then in the third wild, desperate push, one shoulder slips free.
Thiago falls forward onto his elbows, the second shoulder shoving its way out of him.
"Guhhhhhh! Here it comes!"
And suddenly, with a burst of fluid and the most ancient, gutteral sound that Jacob has ever heard, the baby is laying in the nest underneath Thiago.
"Oh! I pushed it out!" He gasped, scrambling to roll over onto his back, "Oh god, the baby is out of me, babe!"
Jacob scoops it up, finally slipping into the nest with his mate. The baby wails as soon as it's on its parent's chest, indignant and happy to let the world know.
"Good job, love," Jacob pressed a kiss to Thiago's sweaty forehead, "Catch your breath before the rest come."
Just sitting here thinking about a werewolf going into labour with a large litter while his partner is away for work and giving into his animalistic instincts to get through the birth.
--
He wakes up uncomfortable, a nagging ache in his body that didn't seem like it planned on going anywhere. His brain is a bit hazy, like it tended to do when the moon was drawing closer.
But the moon was almost a full two weeks away, and he couldn't possibly be going into heat, the huge swell of his stomach held testament to that. Which only left one other reason for the rising sense of urgency and need that was taking control of his brain.
The pups were coming.
Sawyer had warned him about this, that when the time came, the wolf would take over and aid the delivery process. He was carrying three pups, a large litter considering this was his first litter, and he was in for a daunting time during delivery. He needed all the help he could get, and as his human brain began letting go of the control it had over him, he was grateful for it.
The wolf slipped into control just as a contraction took hold of him, causing his body to stiffen in shock at the feeling.
Graham groaned as his stomach tightened and drew back, his back involuntarily bending under the pressure that suddenly seems all to overwhelming to have just began.
He must have been labouring for hours overnight, he realized suddenly. He'd slept through most of his labour and now was suddenly thrust into what seemed like the last leg of the journey.
As the contraction faded slowly Graham only had one thought in his head.
Pups coming.
He needed to prepare.
He needed a nest.
He needed his mate - where was his mate??
The bed beside him is terribly cold and empty, and there's a sudden cold shock of fear that shoots through him as he realizes that Sawyer isn't here. He's on a business trip, probably getting off his flight right now.
He's an hour away at best, and at worst, his flight home had been delayed and he was still in the air. Stupid, stupid bastard; why the fuck had Sawyer decided that this was the best three days to go on a business trip?
Because Graham had told him to go. Had said, and I quote, "Don't worry. I've got a week left, theres no way they're coming before you get back."
Okay, well, the semantics aren't important right now. What is important now is that another contraction is starting, just barely three minutes after the last, and he needed a nest- like now.
He'd build a nest quickly, and then try to call Sawyer and atleast give him a heads up that he had been wrong and that the pups were indeed coming.
But first he has to get through this contraction, which feels more painful and effective than the last. He's on his back, legs suddenly opening and spreading as he feels something beginning to drop inside of him. It's not quite down far enough that he thinks he's just cut out the middle man and is going straight to the birthing stage, but it's enough that he realizes that he's probably in transition right now, and that he needed to get to work asap.
He pants through pursed lips as his belly tightens, an unfamiliar sensation settling against his pelvis. These pups are coming fast, and as soon as he manages to get his breath back and his body relaxes as much as it can when it's on the precipice of such a monumental task, he pushes himself up onto his elbows and uses one hand to cup the underside of his bump and the other to push himself upright.
Graham swings his legs over the side of the bed and forces himself upright, and is suddenly very much aware of just how much of his labor he'd slept through. The pups head had descended far enough that, with the added benefit of gravity, it was now sitting between his hips. There's an urgent pressure that the wolf noticed, letting out a quiet whine as he staggered forward a few steps.
Need nest, now.
"I know -" He groaned to himself, his body fighting the odd sensation of pain and pressure mixing with a surge of hormones and more animalistic nature as the wolf took over.
Soft. Need soft.
Soft, right.
Graham stumbles toward the chest at the foot of the bed where they kept their spare sheets and blankets. On top is one of Sawyer's sleep shirts, a well loved band tee that Graham is certain the other man wore to bed last night.
Another contraction comes at he picks up the shirt, a more intense kind of pressure sweeping through him as he bites back on a groan as the wolf flares up inside of him.
There's a familiar scent lingering in the room, one that's bringing just the slightest edge of comfort to him during the pain, and the source of the scent becomes evident in his human and his wolf brain at the same moment he shoves his nose into the shirt.
Mate
Mate
matematematemate
He breathes in Sawyer's familiar earthy scent; pine and bramble and maybe a little blackberry under it all. The wolf melts, guiding his breathing carefully through the fierce tightening of the contraction. Once it releases he sets the shirt aside, deciding very quickly that it would be joining the rest of the items in his nest.
He gathers an arm full of linens and then just... stops.
Where is he making the nest?
Dark.
Quiet.
Comfortable.
He glances around the room, wondering if he should just make it in the bed, when his eyes catch on the doorway of their walk in closet.
It's dark, and, quiet, and it's not huge but it's not small; it's comfortable.
He quickly gathers the shirt and adds it to the pile, then makes a pit stop to grab his phone off the nightstand so he can text Sawyer.
Graham quickly unlocks the phone, and then glances at the time. His heart stutters in his chest when he realizes that he's only been awake for roughly twelve minutes.
He'd had three contractions in twelve minutes, and was starting to feel thy taletell tightening of a fourth. The contacting were three minutes apart, and steadily growing in frequency and intensity. He waddles as fast as his legs will allow into the closet, tossing all the linens into the ground before doubling over in pain as the contraction sinks it's teeth into him.
Graham clutches at his ribs belly, feeling it shift as it tightened. His knees begin to bend, bringing him from his hunched position into a half squat in the doorway.
There's a building pressure that seems much more urgent now, the wolf letting his tongue slip, and a low, throaty moan of oohhhh escaped his throat. Not the urge to push, not yet, but something that felt like it needed to happen.
Something is dropping lower and lower, a sickening tug downward that the wolf wanted to escape from. He grunted and groaned, panting rapidly as the contraction released. Graham quickly unlocked his phone again, shooting off a quick text to Sawyer.
Pups are coming.
Then, he sets the phone aside and quickly begins sorting the blankets into something resembling a padding. A heavy winter quilt first, and then he shook out a few flat sheets on top in hopes of not ruining the good blankets under him when his waters went.
He's just about to clamber in when he realizes that he doesn't have towels, or scissors, or anything to assist in between and after the births.
The human part of his brain is screaming at him that he can't give birth to three babies by himself, but the wolf side of him licks at his metaphorical wounds.
You are safe here.
You were made for this.
You carried three pups, and you will birth them with or without help.
And it doesn't make sense, but it comforts him. He is made for this. He is safe here. He's got the wolf, he isn't really alone.
So Graham scrambles to rush to the bathroom, gathering up all the supplies he thinks he may need, and then rushing back to his nest.
The pressure inside of him is mounting with each jostle of his hips, an urgency filling his wolf side with a desperate plea to do something, and as he crosses the threshold back into the closet another contraction comes.
Graham drops all the supplies he's holding and then drops into a deep squat, clinging to the doorway with his nails digging into the paint.
He groans, tossing his head back and howling as the pressure builds and his thighs tremble, stars dancing in his vision.
"Oh gods - oh gods, somethings... happening!"
There's an immense pressure down low inside of him, something growing and growing until he thinks he may just burst from it.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe.
The wolf is trying to guide him, reassure him, but Graham can't breathe. He's too busy focusing on the heavy pressure that's filling out his pussy from the inside.
He's going to break, and any second now he's going to burst like a balloon. And then, right as everything comes to a peak, something inside him does burst.
Hot fluid splashes onto the ground beneath him, pooling across the hardwood and into his line of vision over his stomach. It's clear, and there's no odor of urine (or blood, he thinks quickly), and as the contraction starts to release, Graham begins coming back to his senses.
"My water broke." He pants out to no one, having lost his phone somewhere when he threw everything to the floor.
There's still fluid coming out, splashing onto the ground and spraying back up onto his thighs as he tries to catch his breath. There's very little reprieve between the contractions though, and as soon as he's started to get his bearings, another pain is mounting.
Without the cushions of his waters, Graham is now very much aware of just how low the pup is inside of him. That heavy pressure that's filling him now wasn't from his waters, but instead the descending head dropping through his fully open cervix.
He's still squatting, the medical kit and towels strewn about, but suddenly the wolf is at the forefront again, trying to force his body up to his feet.
Nest.
"No-" He groans, curling in on himself as he begins to feel that desperate urge down inside himself.
Pup coming. Nest now.
But Graham is not going anywhere.
He can't possibly move, not when the head is so heavy inside his hole.
Not when he realizes that this pup is about to come out.
Now.
"I can't move, have to- have to- Ughhhhh!"
Graham arches his back, tossing his head back as a long, loud groan rumbles it's way out of him, the contraction peaking and right along with it, a greedy, all consuming need to whelp his pups out now.
He has to do it, has to birth them right here, right now. There's no stopping the primal urge to aid his body along, his stomach contracting as his legs shaking as his body pushes for him, dropping the baby down his cunt and rounding out the space behind them.
He doesn't know why he's narrating everything that's happening. There's no one else here to hear him. But for some reason Graham needs to vocalize what's happening to him.
The all consuming pressure ebbs through him, stealing his breath and straining and stretching at skin that had never been stretched like this before, and even the wolf is whining and whimpering inside him as the pup's head begins to stretch him for a split second.
Big pup.
And indeed, when Graham brings a shaking hand down to feel between his legs, and is shocked by the size of the bulge he finds.
Its round and heavy, almost the size of his hand spread around it, and there's a little flicker of fear inside him that even his instincts can't stomp out.
This pup feels huge, and he's not even opening around it yet, and there are two more after this one to deliver. He's got no way of knowing if this first pup is the largest, or if the next one is, or the one after that.
There's also a very real possibility that Sawyer will not be home for the birth of at least the first pup, which leaves Graham to handle this on his own.
The contraction begins to fade just as soon as Graham has a taste of that burning stretch that's to come, but its enough to force the wolf to take over while his human side prepares for the worst.
His wolf decides very quickly that the first order of action is to move. He lowers himself down onto his hands and knees, his huge, pregnant belly brushing the ground as Graham shudders at the feeling of shifting inside of him.
Everything moves along with him, including the heavy pressure of the bulging head that's sitting right behind his hole, and the way his belly is pressing into the hard floor is creating a shaken bottle effect. More fluid spills from him as he lets out a low moan, trying to adjust to all these feelings.
And then as he begins to crawl forward towards the nest, another contraction comes.
"Hooohhhh-" He pants, trying to get as much air into his lungs before he feels his body beginning to bear down again, "Its right there, it's... I have to push!"
And push he does, aiding and abetting his body in its desperate need to whelp. He can't stop himself, even when his mind is screaming at him that the nest isn't that far, that if he just keeps going he'll feel safer, the birth will be easier, he just can't move.
Graham pushes, grunting and groaning, his tight womb drawing back so far that it's no longer touching the floor. His lips begin to part around the head, the fierce burn returning as promised.
Its unlike anything hes ever felt before, a white hot poker in his pussy that he can't escape, no matter how he twists and turns his body to get away from the pain.
He's panicking.
He can't do this.
Its too big.
It won't fit.
But then the wolf silences him, dropping his upper half onto his arms, forehead on the cool floor and ass raised comically high in the air as he shifts his legs apart even further, and bears down.
He's rewarded with more burning, more stretching, and more of the pup's head out. Not quite crowning, but a decent sized teardrop shape remains when he stops to breathe for a moment and then picks it up again.
His legs shake, back arching and flexing as he rocks and pushes and moans, tongue hanging out as he pants for air around the incredible stretch.
Surely its crowning?
Surely he's almost done.
But when the contraction releases and he reaches back to feel his hard work, Graham is distraught to feel the baby begin to draw back inside of him. He pushes desperately, urgently trying to get the head back to where it was before, but without the pressure from the contraction to help the pup stays steadfast where it is, no movement at all.
The wolf tries its best to comfort him, to remind him that this part will take time, but Graham can't help but begin to panic.
Maybe the pup was too big to get out.
Maybe he shouldn't have told Sawyer to go on that trip.
Maybe he shouldn't have taken those fertility drugs.
The next pain comes all too soon, and Graham scrambles back upright, leaning heavily on his palms as he drops his hips low to the ground, determined to get this pup out of him as soon as possible.
"Oh- Ohhhhhh-" He gasps, feeling the head begin to press forward again, "Oh gods, it's coming out, it's coming out, its coming-"
The head pushes heavily against his hole, tugging at the skin and forcing it to yield to the heavy weight. His pussy aches and smarts, the pressure and burn beginning to make him feel as if he may vomit at any moment.
He's given up on trying to breathe, instead just bearing down wildly with all his strength to get through the ferocious stretch. His vision is getting staticy, darkness beginning to creep in at the edges as he feels the head slowly sink back to where it had previously occupied, and then just a little more past that.
Pup is coming out.
Keep pushing.
So he does.
He pushes and grunts and cries out when his body blooms around the head, his voice becoming strained and ragged as he lets the wolf take the brunt of the mental load.
Graham feels the distinct shift when the head passes where it had previously been, his body open so wide he thinks it may split right down the middle.
"Crowning!" He cries out, throwing his hand back to cup the emerging pup, feeling its hair under his hand, "Its crowning- oh gods, it's so big-"
Dizzyingly big, the crown of the pups head fills his entire palm. Graham probes a little further, his fingers touching the stretched skin of his hole as it pulls tight around the crown.
It doesn't sink back in, thank the gods. No, the pups head just sits there, filling the space between his legs to the absolute brim with it.
The wolf once again urges him to move, to get to his nest while he still can, and this time, Grhaam doesn't fight it.
He heaves himself up onto his knees first, and then manages to get into an awkward crouch. The crown presses forward as its jostled, straining the skin around it even more and causing Graham to moan as he draws himself up onto his feet.
Graham sways for a moment, feeling the heaviness of the pup inside him now that he's upright again and wills anyone whose listening to give him the respite to complete this impossible task.
And someone above must have been listening because Graham manages to waddle his way across the closet to his nest and heave himself into it before another contraction comes.
He moans and let's himself drop onto his knees in the soft nest, falling heavily onto his side as the contraction fully takes hold. The wolf likes this position, and it feels so good to be off his knees for the moment.
As the contraction rises, Graham begins to feel an odd buzzing sensation at his back. It comes in short, sporadic waves, and for a moment Graham thinks something may be wrong.
But then it abruptly stops as he begins pushing again, and he's forced to push the thought to the back of his mind. He draws his leg up, gripping it behind the knee to keep it held open, and bears down on the crown exiting his body.
As he lets go of the push and gears up for another one, he feels the odd vibration in his back again, and a sudden realization hits him.
That's his phone.
Someone is calling him.
The second the contraction let's up, Graham lets go of his leg, doing his best to keep them open around the head that doesn't seem to have moved at all during the last push. He reaches blindly behind himself, gasping at the way his muscles pull as he feels for his phone.
Its stopped vibrating, but he finally feels his fingers brush up against the screen as another contraction begins to creep up on him, and it begins again as he gets ahold of it and flips back over onto his side.
Incoming Call: Sawyer
He answers, holding his phone with shaky hands as the contraction starts to ramp up.
"Graham, what-"
"How far away are you?" He interrupts, fighting the urge to push so he can hear Sawyer.
"I'm about fifteen minutes away from the house - I've been calling you for the last twenty minutes! What's happening?"
"The pups are coming, Sawyer! They're coming now - ughhhhhnnnn-"
As soon as he gets confirmation that Sawyer is indeed on the way, he stops fighting his body's desperate urge to birth this pup.
"Now? Like- like now now?"
Graham is too busy pushing their pup out to answer him despite being so desperate to narrate the event earlier.
He drops the phone, hands clawing at the sheets under him as he lifts his leg up and pushes on the crown that's stretching him open so wide.
A gutteral, desperate sound winds its way out of him, drowning out Sawyer's voice as he keeps trying to speak to his laboring partner.
The wolf has taken over again now that he's calmed down a bit, causing him to huff and strain deeply like he would if he was birthing this litter during a moon.
"Prop the phone up so I can see, baby," Sawyer murmurs, his eyes wide as Graham grabs the phone and props it up against the side of the nest so that Sawyer can see what's happening between his legs.
He can feel another contraction starting to form, a low whimper slipping out as he adjusts the camera until Sawyer is able to see his face and the birth with ease. As soon as he gets it set up, he drops his head back down into the nest, a grimace striking his features as the contraction begins in earnest.
"Oh my god," Sawyer breathed, watching as Graham writhed with labour on the screen before him, "Its crowning."
"I know-" Graham groaned, his voice cutting off into a desperate grunt as he finally starts to feel the slightest bit of give of his cunt, "I know, I have to get it out, Sawyer, I have to push it out of me!"
The desperate, greedy need to drop this litter right where he is fills him as much as the huge head that's holding his pussy open. The wolf is clawing at the edges of his brain, trying to guide him through the confusing sensations inside of him.
"Okay, okay baby," Sawyer tries to soothe him, his voice soft as he keeps his eyes glued on the phone screen, "Do what you need to do, I'm almost home."
Graham feels wrenched open, held so wide for so long the skin is starting to feel numb between his thighs. His body is struggling with itself, the want to strain deeply and get the huge head out on the next push gnashing its teeth.
But he has to let it come as it will, no matter how much he wants to just whelp it out right now.
"Ah- ah- ah- ooohhhhh!" Graham strains deeply, his leg pulling wider and wider open as the head bulges forward, the forehead coming free with a sickening rush, "Oh gods, oh gods, Sawyer, I'm whelping!"
He'd always hated that term- whelping.
Like a bitch laying amongst bloody towels in someone's house, heavy and panting with his huge belly on display, his nipples full as he whimpered and whined his way through the birth.
It was one of the reasons he was glad he hadn't gone into labour during the last full moon; the idea of birthing in his wolf form seemed so inhumane and grotesque he couldn't stand it.
But now, laying on his side in his birthing nest, trying to navigate what his wolf side wanted, his chest leaking milk and his cunt spread wide around the first of his litter, he understood.
It was more than just him giving life to his pups.
It was a carnal, instinctual thing that he couldn't escape, even if he wanted.
"Yes, you are," Sawyer hummed over the phone, "You're doing such a good job, pushing out our pup all by yourself."
Graham whined, his hand dropping down between his legs to cup the emerging head as the tips of the ears started to spread him even further. His leg was still drawn up high, his thighs shaking in effort as he grunted and groaned, pushing the head out into his own hand.
His legs shake and kick out as the nose starts to come, his upper half lifting off the floor of the nest as the pressure mounts and mounts. He looks over at Sawyer on the phone with heavily lidded eyes, panting for breath as he gears up to push again.
It felt better now, having Sawyer on the phone. It would feel even better if he was actually here, but the idea that any moment Sawyer would be pulling up outside and rushing in to help him deliver the pup keeps him going as he tries to escape the burning stretch.
The wolf stays there in the forefront of his mind, reminding him to breathe and push and move if he needed, that his body was made to birth these pups and he could do it.
And for the first time since this all began, he believed the wolf.
"I need to push!" He screams out, despite the fact that he's already pushing wildly, the head inching out further and further with soft sprays of fluid dripping out around the mass, "I have to push, I have to give birth right now!"
And then, with an incredible amount of strength, Graham flipped himself around so that his head was pressed into the corner of the nest, his pussy and ass pointed directly at the camera for his partner to watch as the head popped out.
"Ooohhhhh!" Graham cries out at the sudden release of pressure, the head so big it tugged at his pussy as fluid spilled out around it, "Oh gods, the head! The head is outttt-"
There's an odd energy in his body, the need to keep moving despite the fact that nothing is happening right this second. Graham twists and rocks his hips, thrusting down as he brings a shaky hand down and pulls his leg up behind the knee.
Sawyer is watching, completely awestruck, at the sight before him.
Graham is panting open mouth, and tongue hanging lazily from his mouth as his hips rock. His leg is pulled up, opening him wide around the head of their pup that hes just delivered. There's a puddle of his waters drenching the nest beneath his ass, and his belly is heaving and quaking with little contractions.
"Good job, love." Sawyer said, taking his eyes off the screen and saying something that Graham can't quite make out, "Good job. You're doing so well, almost done."
"I want you here - want you to catch our pup." He groans, rocking his hips into his hand.
Sawyer sighs, looking away from the phone did.
"I'm almost home. Do you need to push?"
Graham takes inventory of his body for a moment, trying to get a feel for what's happening inside him. Theres a few light surges rolling through him, but nothing that feels consequential. The head feels so heavy in his hand, but it hasn't turned yet, so there's still time to wait.
He shakes his head slowly.
"Okay. Just hold on, baby. We're five minutes away."
Graham nods slowly, shifting his body this way and that as it tries to adjust to the sudden absence of stretch.
Of course hes still stretched open around the neck, and the shoulders feel so heavy and wide inside of him, but theres no real pressure to help aide in the delivery of them.
Every second that passes, however, seems to be bringing the contractions back, and Graham feels very unsure if he can lay here with the head hanging out of him for much longer without needing to push.
"It looks like you." Sawyer murmers, eyes glued to the head.
"Yeah?" Graham pants, feeling the tell tale tightening of the first real contraction coming on since he had birthed the head.
"Yep. And its got a whole head of hair."
Graham smiles, letting his hand slip across the pups features and feeling that the pup did indeed have a headful of hair.
A few more minutes tick by, and Sawyer is saying something about passing the Wallgreens that's only two minutes from their house when Graham feels the mounting pressure returning.
"Fuck-" He gasps out, feeling his belly tightening with a strong contraction, "Oh fuck, Sawyer, I dont think I can make it another two minutes."
Sawyer pales at this.
"I'm almost there baby, just pant, just pant and try to wait for me, okay?"
And Graham tries, he really does.
He cups the head and rubs his stomach. Closes his legs and eyes and tries to blow roughly through the mounting contraction that seems hellbent on pushing the pup right out of him.
Suddenly he throws his leg open again, the head rotating and dragging agaisnt his closed thighs as he feels that desperate, primal urge to strain and push and whelp his pup.
He tucks his chin to his chest when his body pushes for him, bearing down with no effort on his part at all.
"Oh, Sawyer!" He groans raggedly, trying to stop his body from birthing this pup without his lover here, "Oh, I'm pushing! I'm pushing out the shoulders- they're right there."
"I'm right down the street, baby, dont push!" Sawyer cries.
But its all Graham can do now, working desperately to push out the wide shoulders as his lover's cab pulls up out front of their townhouse.
"I can't stop, I can't stop- I have to push, have to birth it right now!" Graham babbles, giving light pushes to try to ease the shoulders out, "Ohhhhh the pup is coming out of me! I'm gonna- gonna whelp it right now!"
Sawyer throws a handful of bills into the front of the cab and rushes up the stairs to their home as Graham manages to get one shoulder out, his belly heaving and his leg shaking in the air as he props himself up on one elbow.
"I'm here!" Sawyer yells as he bursts through, sprinting through the house.
He follows the guttenal grunts and groans filling the air, careening into their bedroom and rushing to their huge walk in closet.
He reaches it just in time to watch as Graham pulls his leg up as far as it will go, his belly drawing tight with the force of the push hes giving on the pup that's spreading his cunt open wide between his thighs.
One shoulder has already popped out, the other battering against Grahams pussy as he throws his head back and grunts once, twice, and then curls up once more over his belly and bears down with everything in him.
"Ohhhhh- Oh I'm giving birth! I'm giving birth- right now, oh gods its coming out, its coming out, its coming!"
The shoulder bulges against his hole desperately, Sawyer frozen in spot as he watches Grahams sides heave, his leg kicking out when the shoulder finally slips free and the pup slips out up to its torso.
He's so close. Just one more, just one more push and he'll whelp the first of his litter all on his own.
The wolf is howling in his mind, primal urges filling him and an influx of hormones just waiting for the second the pup is out of him.
Push
Birth your pup
You're so close, just push it out
Graham drags his upper half up one more time, propping himself on one elbow and keeping his leg pulled up and out of the way as he looks down over the huge swell of his belly and takes in the image of his pup nearly birthed and stretching him so wide.
He did that.
He had pushed it out this far without anyone else.
His body was made to do this, was made to push out litter after litter of his lover's pups.
He's still watching when the final contraction starts, watching in awe as his huge globe of a stomach pulls tight to his frame, and a gush of fluid soaks out of him. The pup slips forward, first out to its chest, then its belly button, and then Graham tosses a hand down to feel between his legs and tosses his head back, baring his teeth and bearing down for the last time.
"Oh gods, its so big-" Hd grunts out, unaware and uncaring of his lover standing in the doorway watching him give into his most primal urges, "Oh, I'm birthing such a big baby- oh! Oh! Oh its comingggggg!"
And then, in a burst of fluid and starlight and warmth, the pup is out. Sawyer gasps audibly as Graham collapses backward onto his elbows, the aftershocks still rushing through his body.
Graham looks up with half lidded eyes, catching sight of his husband.
"Sawyer -" He grunts out, looking down over the contracting swell of his stomach, so round and heavy despite the size of the pup that's now out, "I pushed it out."
Sawyer swallows roughly, taking a few shaky steps towards the nest as his partner lay panting, still curled on his side with his leg held high, the pup between his thighs taking its first hiccupy breaths outside of its parent.
"Yes, you did." Sawyer whispers, kneeling at Graham's side as he reaches down and collects their pup, "Oh, you did wonderfully."
Graham smiles at the praise, exhaustion overtaking his features as he rolls onto his back and sits up gingerly. Sawyer crowds into him, allowing Graham to rest his side against his front.
The other man puts his full weight on Sawyer, sagging gratefully against him as he cradles the baby close and begins to inspect it.
Just as stated, the pup did look decidedly like him. It had thin, whispy blonde curls that were drying to an almost identical match for Grahams. Its nose was button like, pointed just at the very tip, and its ears held the same, almost blonde color to the points that his own did.
"He's rather large." Sawyer said as Graham continued to take in his new pup, "Do you think he's the biggest?"
"I dont know, its possible- Oh!" Graham gasps suddenly, leaning forward a bit to look between his legs for a second, "I think we'll be finding out soon enough."
Sawyer goes to ask him what he means, but suddenly finds himself preoccupied when his husband thrusts the pup into his arms and lays back with a wavering groan.
He spreads his legs, drawing them up to frame his huge belly, and throws his head back with a moan as what could only be described as a bucket full of fluid bursts from his cunt.
His belly heaves as he starts to pant, the space between his thighs rounding out suddenly as something begins to drop into his birth canal and bows out his pussy.
"Oh gods," He gasps, pushing himself up onto his elbows and looking up at Sawyer, "Here comes the next one!"
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Jonah finds himself on his hands and knees, tongue hanging lazily from his mouth as he pants for breath.
"Here comes the second one!" He gasps, the familiar feeling of pressure and pleasure rolling through him.
His hands and knees press down into the soft moss below him, a blanket of nature shielding him and the baby from the sharp rocks and gnarled tree roots that carve into the forest floor where he'd stopped to give into his primal urges.
Sterling settles the first baby in a nest of soft grass just a bit away, unaware of the events taking place near him before making his way to Jonah's side and pressing skilled hands down into the muscles of his backside.
When the urge to push comes Jonah draws one leg up under himself for balance, dipping his hips low and throwing his head back as a drawn out groan creeps it's way out of his throat.
"Push, love," the older satyr murmurs, his hands adding pressure to the muscles above Jonah's flagging tail, "Push our baby out for me."
A gush of fluid escapes from between his legs, splashing onto the ground below him, and Jonah can feel himself yielding and opening to the head of their baby as it makes its way out of him.
His pussy is so incredibly full, even fuller than he was with the first baby, and somewhere in the back of his mind Jonah becomes a little concerned about the size of the kid making it's way out of him.
"This ones bigger." He grunts to Sterling, who hums back in agreement but doesn't stop the counter pressure on his hips. Theres only a few moments of reprieve before he's bearing down again.
Jonah shoves hard against the heavy weight and is rewarded with the stinging feeling of the gates metaphorically opening and his lips parting around the top of the head.
He lets out an ungodly sound, somewhere between a moan and squeal and cry as the bulge between his legs grows and grows.
Sterling leans back behind him, looking down and seeing the small melon sized mass that's stretching his husband's pussy in such a grotesque yet incredible manner.
'This baby is huge,' Sterling thinks to himself as Jonah's lips part around the baby making it's way out of his body.
Jonah, in turn, shifts his hips restlessly when the pain comes, whining and grunting as he's spread further and further and further without reprieve. His lips still have yet to part, the bulge there behind them just growing and growing in size as it drops further down the canal and makes it way toward the outside world.
He's stretched so tight, every single inch and feature of his baby pressing so hard against his canal as he bears down again, letting his legs both flop open and his hips dropping parallel with the ground.
This time when he pushes he feels the sharp burn of his lips giving way, his body yielding and opening for the baby to pass through.
"Stretching me- it's stretching my pussy!" He moans, bearing down and feeling another gush of fluid escape his gaping pussy, "I'm so full of your baby, Sterling!"
His husband doesn't answer for a few seconds, his counter pressure suddenly ceasing as he lets out a soft noise of concern.
"Wait, wait, hold on." He says suddenly, his hand going to Jonah's hip to still him.
"What?" Jonah grunts out, his hips rocking back and forth as he bends his knees more and leans his hips back.
"It's... it's breech..." Sterling says after a moment, his eyes opening wide in surprise as he brings his hand up to gently cup the coming rump of the huge kid leaving his husband's body.
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Jude stumbles into the clearing, a ragged moan falling from his lips as another contraction grips his frame. The pressure is so low now, far to low for him to go any further.
He'd done the best he could, now he just had to hope that the Forest Spirit will find him and accept the offering.
He doesn't dwell on this thought for long though, the pressure inside him suddenly turning vicious as it rolls through him.
Jude pitches forward, hands on his knees as he lets out a low groan. His sides heave, drawing in tightly against his heavy belly as things begin to click and slide into place inside of him.
The offering is moving down, coming closer to the outside world with each passing second. Jude can feel it slipping lower and lower, a heavy pressure that drives him mad as it wrenches through his body.
Around him the forest is still and shivering with anticipation, the air heavy as Jude squeezes his eyes shut and cries out, a gush of shimmering fluid spilling from his hole and soaking into the ground beneath him.
"Oh- mhhhhhhnnnnn!" Jude grunts wildly, his hips rocking and dipping as he feels the first true spark of stretch between his legs, "Oh gods, my waters! My waters are.. ohhh, they're breaking!"
As his body continues to work it's way through this new stage of labour, his broken waters soak into the snow covered ground. They melt away the snow at his feet, replacing them with green grass that has no business being as lush as it is this late in the winter.
The grass continues to creep out from under the snow, steady movement across the clearing until the entirety of it is more like a spring meadow then a refuge from the cold.
Jude doesn't have long to focus on the odd display of magic that's come from his body. He's too focused on the sinking feeling in his pelvis and the sudden desperate need to push.
He has to push
Has to get this thing out of him right now
"Oh- oh please!" He cries out, all but throwing the cloak aside and dropping heavily into the newly formed grass.
Jude draws his legs up, framing his heavy figure and pulling his hole taunt.
His massive belly heaves above him, shaking and quivering with each hiccupy breath he takes.
His cock is twitching in interest at the odd sensations crashing through him, the overwhelming pressure in him off put by the feeling of being so incredibly full - the thought of being stretched so tightly around the offering.
What’s your favorite fantasy species to imagine birth scenarios for? Happy birthday :)
oooh okay, SO
ive got two answers for that, and a little ✨ propaganda ✨ to add in
My favorite fantasy setting birth scenarios involve elves! they always seem so graceful and poised in all aspects of their lives, I imagine they'd be very calm and vocal during labor, maybe even experiencing a more erotic side of birth because they don't feel so stressed out. I also like to picture that Elven births are a very public event and it's not highly unusual to see someone spontaneously going into labour and giving birth pretty much anywhere. It's fairly common to see someone giving birth at the local hot springs or delivering their baby at the Saturday morning market. No one really bats an eye and the village often gather in a large crowd to watch the event.
I also love a good centaur birth! I think the idea of being spread open around not only the human half of the baby, but also the much bigger, much less flexible horse half of the foal would be incredible. I recently saw a head cannon about centaurs having two different labours and births, one where the foal is birthed from the human half to the horse half, and then the much more difficult foaling from the horse half, and that's definitely given me some things to think about before I go to bed 🙃🙃
Sure, you wanted to kickstart labour, and it was a beautiful day outside, and you're already a week into maternity leave and if you had to look at the same beige walls for a second longer you were going to go crazy. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew this was a bad idea.
But one way or another, this litter was coming out today.
So you'd shoved on a pair of sweatpants and a once oversized hoodie that now stretched tight over your stomach and a pair of soft boots and made your partner come along.
Everything was fine and dandy for the first ten blocks of your neighborhood. Idle chit chat with neighbors, all of which revolved around you and your pregnancy. You're only feeling the slightest twinge of anything out of the ordinary every once in a while. But after the eleventh block, things took a turn for the worst.
Right after passing Mr. Janivosky's store, something notable happened; a little twinge, and just the smallest hint that something inside you had shifted.
Just a brief funny feeling that you cant place, and don't mention because it goes away as fast as it came.
It comes and goes for the next five blocks, a slow uptick in the uncomfortableness of the feeling starting to take hold as you switch from just walking along the sidewalk to placing one foot on the street and waddling along on an incline.
After two more blocks, the mutual decision is made that it was getting dark, and you should head back. You still dont say anything to your partner, so sure that if it is anything, it's just the start.
It definitely wasn't.
You dont realize that you're really and truly in labor until it hits you like a freight train. You've lost count of how many blocks you've walked, all your neighbors having turned in for the evening already when a tight, heaving pressure suddenly takes hold of you.
It starts in your back, squeezing tightly before coming round to draw your heavy belly up tight.
"Oh!" You gasp out, stumbling to a stop with one hand pressing into the side of your bump and the other steadying you against a random parked car, "Oh fuck, babe!"
Your partner, whose not yet realized you'd lagged behind his leisurely pace, turns so see you hunched over, your fingers curling up and your face a tight grimace. In an instant hes back at your side, an arm around your shoulders as he starts pursing his lips and puffing out his breath.
"Breathe through it, that's it, " He encourages you to follow his breathing, panting lightly as your body rides the wave of your contraction.
After a few disorienting seconds, you begin to copy him, panting as the contraction begins to release its hold.
It takes a few long moments before it lets all the way go, your breath ragged and tight as you wait for it to fade. Your partner keeps a hold on you, murmuring soft encouragement until you sag slightly with release.
"Okay -" You pant out, rubbing a soothing circle on your side, "That was very real. And intense."
Your partner nodded, glancing around to check your location. You're about twelve blocks from home.
You can make it, right?
Well, the answer to that question is a big fat no
You're passing the post office nine blocks from your house when another contraction takes hold. This one feels somehow more intense than the last, and there's a distinct shift inside of you that you suddenly realize is the feeling of your pup pressing against your cervix.
Your partner is at your side again, holding you up around the shoulders when your knees start to buckle and shake with the pressure and pain that's washing over you. You pant desperately, tipping your head back with a groan of urgency as you feel your pup slipping lower and lower inside you.
Not dilated enough that the pup is coming right this second, but you're becoming more and more aware of just how bad of an idea this was as the contraction let's go but the sinking pressure remains. You need to get home, like now.
You pass the house with the tacky lawn ornaments that's about six blocks from your house, and a contraction so strong it sends you to your knees hits. You cling desperately to their fence post, grunting and moaning into the evening air as you feel the pup beginning to drop that much lower inside of you.
It's breaching your cervix, you realize in a haze. Your cervix is opening up, and the first of your litter was starting to slip through, and you were still terribly far from home.
The sinking realization that you may not make it home in time begins to crash over you, and then it's solidified when the pup shoves down fiercely and inside you something pops.
