#difficult birth

Weeks later, one night, you go to sleep, you stomach cramping particular hard tonight, but you had long lost hope it could be actual contractions… And you wake up violently to a harsh, familiar tightening all across your tummy, as it misshapens in bursts that sink and stretch the skin in ways you never had seen before, but throw you into a world of agony completely unlike your first failed birth. You try to push, but you realize something heavy and monstrous is rolling inside you.

Something that is hatching, having been incubated in the warm refuge of your worm all this weeks, as if it had been laid, and isn’t all that pleased about its new, small home.

You are realizing too late. Even the signs of labor your ignored- but there is no time now, as your womb tightens and demands you to push, and you grit your teeth, sinking your hands into your aching belly and do just that. Squeezed by your overtaxed womb, the creature is guided downwards, and as it realizes finally where its path to freedom lies, its shoves its head into your pelvis with such force you feel your bones creak, and birthing fluids soak your sheets. Strangely, you don’t feel its shell, perhaps its soft, but you have no time to worry about that right now.

Another contraction envelopes you, and combined with the creature’s efforts, it begins to breach your birth canal, your pelvis creaking ominously. You scream, sweating, toes curling with effort, but you refuse to stop pushing until your body lets go off you. The babe squirms impatiently, what you guess is its tail, thick and heavy, slapping your lungs, cutting off your breath, but as another contraction takes over, you push just as hard as before, if not harder.

is giving birth in a library anything chat...

A poor sub going into labor with a baby much too large for their little frame in the back corner of a dead silent library, trying to muffle their noises as the baby comes barreling through their cervix and into their birth canal.

Maybe their dom left to go get food or just dropped them off, but whatever the case, they're on their own trying to give birth in the corner of a library until they come back for them.

Only for the librarian to pick up on the noise and be pissed someone is breaking the rules and being noisy in THEIR library! So they storm over there right as the baby is crowning in the poor subs pants, stretching their entrance out so much that their skin has gone pale and translucent, only for the librarian to grab the skull of it and begin shoving it back inside the sub.

The sub goes to scream but is quickly met with a hand to their mouth, "Shut up-" The librarian would hiss, "You're already being a nuisance."

As soon as the baby is back inside their battered canal, they're dragging the sub to their feet and into a back room, tugging off their pants and underwear and stuffing the birth fluid soaked underwear in the subs pants. "Now maybe you'll be a little quieter. Stop being such an inconvenience."

Maybe even the librarian ties the sub up so they can't move, then leaves them to give birth alone, unable to change position or do anything other than push and push until their dom gets there and rescues them.

"Baby, you have to let me help you—.”

"No," I snarl, curling over my tight belly as I pull my knee up further towards my chest. The stretch of my hips helps to open my pelvis wider as the baby's head grinds its way down, pressing low and heavy against the burning tissue of my cervix. "I can... hnnnng, I can do this!"

You take a step away from the bed, hands slightly raised in a 'you're the boss' sort of way. "You're doing really well, baby," you murmur softly, your gaze fixed between my spread thighs. "You're absolutely right. You can do this. I'm right here, okay?"

I give you a frantic nod, taking a deep breath as I center myself and prepare to push again. "God, it burns," I groan, reaching down to slide two fingers into my puffy cunt. The head is just begging to slip through my cervix, and the pressure deep, deep in my belly is unrelenting. "Ohhhh, it's starting to come. I can feel it coming down!"

"Good, baby. Keep at it."

"fffffuckohmygod!" I turn to muffle a scream into the pillows as I bear down again, straining hard to pass the gigantic width of the skull through my cervix and into my birth canal. At two weeks overdue, I know just how big the baby I'm trying to deliver is, but any and all rational thought had escaped me when I'd reached transition.

I can't think about anything other than getting it out— I'm a mere slave to primal instinct, grunting and straining as I hold my legs open, sweat pouring down my face as I hold my chin to my chest. "It's there!" I gasp out, feeling the crown brush my fingers. "Mmmm, its coming."

I pull my fingers out and grip the pillow instead as I turn onto my side, panting sharply as I feel the head gradually moving down. "C-Can you see it yet?" I ask in a hoarse voice, letting out a frustrated groan when you shake your head at me.

"But it's moving, baby," you assure me. "There's a... bulge? You can definitely see something!"

I cup my hand over said bulge, growling through gritted teeth as I push again. The head sits just behind my furled slit, pushing my outer lips and my perineum outward. "Mmmm, burnING." Fluid trickles out from my cunt, and I know the head has made its first appearance when I hear your quiet gasp.

"There it is! Oh my God, baby. You're really fucking doing it!"

I choke out a small, wet laugh as I run my finger over the small, dime sized patch of slick wet hair. "Y-Yeah. I really... I'm doing it. I'm— ohhh, here it comes again. Gonna... gonna pushhhh."

"Slow, baby. You've gotta slow down." When I show no signs of doing that, completely lost to the pain of my yawning sex and my deserpate need to push through it, you hurry over to kneel in front of me. "Don't—."

"Can't help it!" I shriek, straining to get the head to emerge even a little bit further. It remains right where it is, stretching my red-hot lips as it slips out and back in, and then out and back in and again. "It burns so fucking baddd. I just want it out!"

You hurriedly place your hand over my own and I shriek again, thrashing my head to the side. "Slow," you stress. "You're going to tear, baby!"

"I don't careeee," I howl, too far lost to the throes of birth. "It's comingggg. I can't take the burning! Ohgodohgod, head's coming OUT."

Contents: Natural birth to triplets, lesbian fpreg, supportive and experienced birth partners, natural birth to large babies, intense, implied hyper belly

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It had just passed 5 in the morning, the orange sun barely shining through a small opening in the hut. Wyome was lying flat on the mattress, her stomach visible in her sight, a ball of light-blue, patterned fabric. She was making deep breaths, in and out, her girlfriend, Nascha, by her side, gently stroking her stomach. She’d been in labour since around half 3, but it wasn’t as bad as this, only a few occasional contractions.

yes, anon. yessss. such a good thought.

the head is out, just dangling between their spread thighs in the most obscene way, but they become overwhelmed and panicked by the sheer weight of the rest of the baby grinding through their pelvis. their poor, battered cunt is swollen and red and hot to the touch when their partner reaches down between their legs to provide support to their perineum as they announce that they're ready to push again, that they need to push again, words trailing off into a raspy groan as they draw their legs back and bear down.

"just so. fucking... big," they grunt, crying out in response to the sensation of the baby moving inside of them. despite their efforts, the head stays firmly stuck born to their chin, and no matter how hard they push, they can't spread their legs any wider, and theres absolutely no room for the massive shoulders to pass through to start to emerge. "think its... hnng, think its stuck." they suck in a deep breath, slightly dizzy from the exertion behind their pushes.

"yeah?" their partner kisses the top of their head, feeling around along the underside of the swell of their belly to try to get a feel for the position of the baby. "okay," he says in a soft voice as he finds the ridge of their pelvic bone, feeling the next mounting contraction as his partner's belly grows tighter and tighter around their womb. "okay, baby, we can do this, alright? im going to lift along here, see if we cant get that shoulder free, yeah?"

"no," they gasp, frantically shaking their head. the baby shifts again, movements so small and slight that they'd make no impression at all if it wasn't wedged inside their cunt with nowhere to go, and they breathe out a sob as they're forced to give into their urge to push. their thighs tremble and quiver with effort, sweat pouring down their chest and the gravid swell of their belly. "so... full. mmm, get it out of me! please get it out."

"ive got you, baby. ive got you. you just push, okay? use all of that pressure and bear down. oh, see, that's it. there you go. breathe and go again, dont let that contraction go to waste." as they push, he works desperately to manipulate their belly, but the shoulder remains stuck. his partner's energy is clearly waning, and after two more contractions and several solid, deep pushes, he knows they need to change something. quickly. "we need to move, baby. get you on your hands and knees, okay? can you work with me?"

they moan weakly, dropping their head back against the pillows stacked behind them. "it's just too big," they whine. "I-I cant do it." 13 to 14 pounds, the midwife had guessed. it felt more like 20. their vagina was spread wider than it ever had been, full and bulging with nothing but baby.

"stop," he says firmly, cradling their face between his hands. "you're going to roll over, and i'm going to help you. put your arm around my neck. lean on me." sensing their hesitation, he drops his voice into something more dominant. commanding. its the only way to get through to them now, he knows. "now."

"o-okay," they whisper. their voice is weak and their grip even weaker, clearly pushed to their limit after such a long labor and crowning stage. but as soon as their knees hit the mattress, a loud cry of shock rips from their throat, and they immediately tuck their chin to their chest and shift their weight so he holds the brunt of it, bearing down hard. the shoulder had cleared their pubic bone and slid straight through the loosened tissue of their cervix, coming to a halt right behind the enterance to their gaping hole. "fuck, it dropped! shoulders are comingggg."

gravity was working.

he slowly eases them onto their side and pulls their leg back, peering over their shrinking belly as the knob of the top of the first shoulder begins to spread their cunt. "god, you're doing so well, baby," he assures them, watching in awe as they grit their teeth and strain, face streaked with tears and sweat. "its working itself down, yeah? that sweet little slit of yours is really open now, baby. so open. can you keep pushing for me? just like- yessss, just like that. oh, thats it. here it comes, it's coming!"

"I know," they snap, pausing to take one short breath before bearing down again. their perineum bulges and they howl as they take hold of their other leg and pull themselves as open as they can. "mmm, im gonna tear. its gonna rip me apart!"

"it's not, love. its not, alright? thats just the shoulder coming free. I know it burns, especially pressed up against that pretty clit of yours, im sure. but you're doing it. breathe, baby. just keep breathing." he leans further over, eyes shining with pride. "shoulders are out! oh my god, baby. one more push and they'll be here. come on. you can do it."

they inhale shakily, lips of their cunt spasming around the torso of the half born infant. "o-one more?"