Getting knocked up by your unicorn satyr hubby, waiting a few months, a now having to deal with him insisting you push at every moment once you go into labor for the sake of his foal. (And to avojd the risk of getting stabbied by a babys horn.)

Being forced to push way before water even breaks? While not having contractions?

Yes please.

He’d be so adamant about it, telling me how important it was that I get this foal out of me as soon as possible. If he had told me this before my labor begun, I wouldn’t have let him know of my first contractions.

My huge belly is filled with movement from the foal as I try to keep pushing. I’m squatting down, hips moving in circles. My husband is watching, encouraging. But I just need a break. It’s been five hours already and I feel no progress. But husband swears this will speed up the labor.

It’s better once my contractions get longer, although I still don’t have the urge to push. It hurts and feels wrong. We try to go about our day, I cook and clean the den but he says I should be pushing at the same time.

When my water breaks explosively as I’m pushing, my husband is giddy with joy. He is worried as well, for I’ve been pushing nearly ten hours at this point. I’m exhausted. I worry how I’ll get the foal out now that I actually should be pushing. I squat, scream as I push and feel the head finally move lower. It’s so big. It’s way too big for my human hips. I moan and beg him to help.

Once the contraction is over I gulp for breath and hold my large belly. My skin is so dry and striped with stretch marks. But I get no relief as my husband pushes his hand against the top of my belly and presses down. ”Push!” He insists, helping me move the foal down even without a contraction. ”No! I can’t”, I cry out but still push against his artificial contraction.

The baby moves down too fast. In an instant it is stretching my hole, making me thrash is pain as I’m not allowed time to stretch around the head. With the noxt contractions the head bursts free and my husband moves between my legs. He praises me gently, says how proud he is, but then grabs the baby and starts pulling.

Simon groaned as he waddled up the steps. Their studio was on the third story of the building and each passing month it had become more and more difficult for the studio’s second instructor to climb the steps. He was heavy with a child, his belly protruding in front of him in a torpedo shape. He wasn’t quite sure how far along he was, since he had been fucking his coworker regularly this past year. He had no idea when the condom broke.

As he makes it to the studio, his breath is coming in fast puffs and he’s holding his belly from the bottom. It feels so low today.

John is setting up the speakers and mats, and Simon fails no notice the way he glances over at his direction every now and then. Simon is holding his heavy belly with both of his hands, face barely holding in the twinges of pain he’s experiencing somewhere deep inside him. His back feels stiff and his torpedo belly is so low it drags across his cock when he moves.

Still Simon manages to smile and welcome everyone to the class as they enter.

He can feel everyone’s eyes on him as he lowers himself onto the mat. People don’t hide their interest and worry as his large belly touches the soft surface between his legs. He smiles, and together John and Simon start the class.

About halfway through the class Simon grunts as a strong sharp pain jabs him in the back. He leans into the downward facing dog, his belly tightening between his legs. He bites his lip to stifle his moans.

There’s an uncomfortable pressure low in his belly. Maybe he needs to pee. He makes a joke about his baby pressing into his bladder and excuses himself to go to the toilet. As he sits down on the bowl, his belly cramps something fierce and there’s a trickle of water that seems neverending.

”Oh shit…. Hnnnngh…” he moans as he holds his belly for the couple of minutes the cramp lasts. His mind is racing.

Shit. Is he in labor? He groans as quiet as he can while he lowers back onto his mat. John can’t help but smirk in silent pleasure. Simon’s belly ripples with movement before it hardens again into a tight mass, and Simon is left speechless by the pain that suddenly seizes him. He’s on his knees, belly between his legs and as the contraction peaks, he can feel the pressure inside him mounting. Oh god he has to push. He has to push! He rubs his belly frantically, hissing in pain and moving his hips to ease the pressure. He can’t push now! He has to wait.

The baby inside him squirms as if trying to break free. He bites his lip, looking into the class, hoping no one has noticed anything. Only John glances at him, smiling.

”Ah…” Simon gasps as he moves his hips and his muscles twitch in pain. He tried to find a better position on his knees, but the motion has his spasming belly contract harder and he finds himself pushing. He grunts quietly but his mouth flies open in horror as his anus starts to open. It’s literally trying to come out!

Simon bites his lip and instructs everyone to finish the class with cat/cows. He moves to his hands and knees and bends his back upwards. Then he arches his back and tilts his head towards the crowd. They’re all looking at him.

His belly contracts again and his cock twitches as the baby presses against his prostate. With the next movement he can’t help but push. The mirror behind him reveals the growing bulge in his pants. Fluid is staining his yoga pants as the baby crowns.

There’s a gasp from the crowd. Someone has noticed. ”He’s giving birth!”

That’s it. No point in hiding it anymore. Simon moans in pain and pleasure as his anus stretches around the child’s head. His hips move up and down in the yoga pose and the contraction doesn’t let go.

He glances at John, who has stopped his movements to watch.

”Ohhhhh it’s coming out!” Simon moans as he pushes, his cock twotching in his tight pants. As his back arches once more, the head pops free. ”Ahhh!”

People in the class are either hurrying to come closer or scurrying to get away from the shameless portrayal of labor.

”Oh oh… the head is outttt….” Simon’s words turn to a grunt as he’s forced to push once again. People watch with dosgusted interest as the bulge in his pants grows, straining against the stretchy fabric.

”Gahhhh!” He bellows as finally the baby slips out of him into his pants and his cock erupts in an orgasm.

giving birth to the bull of minos' calf after having been put in the labyrinth as a sacrifice and falling in love with the bull... it's just you and him in there, and while he is kind and does his very best to help you, your body will struggle to bring his child into the world. just like their father, the calf has a huge bull head with horns, broad shoulders, and big bull legs capped with hooves. i just think the idea of some fearsome monster doting over his mate through their difficult, painful birth is kind of cute. your body's going through hell, but he's holding you close and trying to comfort you as best as he can.

you both know the only way this ends is with the baby out of you. you just have to bear down and push until then.

~ 🪱

Ooh that’s nice! He’d have to help me push by putting pressure on my belly, forcing the calf to move lower and lower. When it’s right behind my entrance, I’d start screaming and begging for him to stop. He understands only when he sees how my whole perineum is bulging obscenely underneath my heavy belly. He has to push the calf back inside so he can stretch my birth canal to fit the baby.

It takes days. Days of contractions, days of stretching and then days of pushing. When the head has split me open, we struggle to get the shoulders out for nearly two days. Eventually I beg him to just pull it out.

(I hope I didn't cross and boundaries, I love ur page sm. have a good night!!)

Telling him he needs to walk about if he's to speed the labor along. He tells me he doesn't know if he can. I'll tell him "fine. Let more of your subjects sneer at you behind your back as your labor drags on and on and you show your weakness more and more". He reluctantly stands up and I tell him how good he is. I reassure him that his next birth will be easier. Perhaps the next time he won't need my comfort, however it would be a shame to miss out on such a pretty picture as him laboring.

the bigger the belly, the better! he’d be contracting for a day before the babies are so low in his pelvis that he can’t properly walk anymore. he pushes and pushes but it seems the first baby is not coming out. his crotch bulges as he strains in pain, but his hole is not opening.

he realises he needs to stretch himself open. once he gets four fingers in, with the next contraction the head surges forward, making him scream in pain.

Why do we like mpreg stuff?

I as it this way because yeah, I'm this way too. I get so hot on mpreg pics and stories , especially birth stories that describe the sensations in so much detail.

But...why? Why out of all the other kinks we could possibly have, why this one? Is it wrong? Is it bad to have this fetish?

I think someone here made a little study on this, but I don’t remember who. If you remember, please let me know!

But for most people pregnancy fetish like other fetishes as well are born during childhool/teen years. I still remember the first time I saw a heavily pregnant person and I was like 10. I had no idea why it intrigued me so much. It was weird. The first time I masturbated was because I was watching a birth video and it felt good so I started touching myself.

Mpreg for me, comes from the fact that I’m gay, and prefer men in a sexual and romantic way. So it just combines my kink and my preferences.

Nowadays mpreg kink is largely about the lack of control. Losing control over your body, growing big without wanting to, unable to do anything about it. Enduring pain and fear as you give birth.

Happy valentines! >:3

Please give me all of your eggs! I need them. I want to grow big, belly filled to the brim with them. I can’t bend over, I have to waddle. I’m so aroused all the time.