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Sometimes you can trick Grok
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Dark theme, birth denial, clothing birth
I took deep breaths as I slid the dildo inside of me, the soft vibrations taking my mind off the contractions. Hopefully this would help me get through my last shift.
I put on 2 pairs of tight panties over the top to ensure the dildo stayed in place. This baby was not being born today I needed that bonus from work too badly.
The bus station came into my sight but the bus was already there
"Shit! Please wait!" I shouted and started a slow jog up to it but the driver shut the door.
"Please!" I waved and shouted but the bus drove off.
A contraction rushed through my stomach and I quickly ducked into an ally as I doubled over, I pulled my phone out and turned the vibrator up needing something to ease the pain.
I started to walk very quickly so I wouldn't be late.
I got to work 5 minutes before my shift started. I rushed to put my coat and bag in my locker, the movement of the stairs moving the dildo inside of me making my moan quietly to myself.
Just 7 hours and I could go home and give birth. I clocked in and went to the shop floor.
The store manager, John, came up to me after a while of stacking shelves.
"Could you get something from the top shelf for me sweetheart?" He smirked as he asked looking me up and down.
I nodded and walked towards the isle, grabbing a step stool on the way. I carefully made my way up and reached towards the back of the top shelf, the stretching movement allowing the baby to drop down. I groaned a little, focusing on the task.
He chuckled to himself as I felt his hand press against my vagina, I gasped as the dildo went deeper, pushing through my dilating cervix.
"Oh my god!" I said breathlessly. I looked around for help but the isle was empty. He pushed the dildo so far into my cervix I felt the vibrations in my stomach. I doubled over holding the shelves to keep me up.
"I could fuck that baby out of you sweetie, I'll take good care of you. You better keep quiet if you want the bonus." He whispered into my ear as he reached inside my trousers pushing deeper through the panties.
The stretch of the dildo in my cervix made my eyes water.
"Come with me baby." He pulled me down from the stool. I was in a haze of shock, pleasure and pain as he lead me to the entrance of the store.
He told the front of store staff he was taking me to the hospital as I was in labour. They nodded and wished me luck before going back to their work.
He led me out to his car, it was small and only had two doors, he opened the passenger door and pulled the seat forward telling me to get in the back.
"I won't be able to fit in there." I panted, there was no room in the back, both front seats pushed back as much as they could be.
"Get in, it's the back seats or the trunk." He grabbed my arm and pushed me forward.
I took my time to climb through the small gap, gasping when I felt the baby flail around in my stomach when the manager slapped my ass, the dildo digging in hard.
"Good girl." He said when I was finally in. He slammed the door.
I tried to move my legs so I could spread them, there was an ache deep inside me, needing relief from the pressure I kept trying but I was so restricted from my tight pants and the lack of space back here.
John finally got in and started his car.
"Please take me to the hospital." I panted rubbing my stomach as a contraction hit me.
"We're going sweetheart don't you worry!" He chuckled and set off. "Put your seatbelt on." He warned, looking at me through the rear view.
I reached and pulled it around me, it was incredibly tight around my stomach. He seemed pleased with this and got on the highway.
The vibrations inside me were steadily increasing, my hips bucking from the seat searching for friction. John chuckled and I saw my phone in his hand, he was controlling it. He turned it up full and threw it in the seat next to him.
My hips were bucking faster, moving the dildo deeper inside of me, I put my hand inside my pants, reaching for it to pump it in and out of me but I could no longer feel it it was so deep inside me.
I whimpered and rubbed my clit, searching for any kind of release.
All of a sudden John slammed his breaks on, the seatbelt tightening around my stomach so hard the air left my lungs.
I felt something trickling out of me, wetting the seat underneath me.
"No..." I pulled my hand out and it was wet.
"Ah your water! Don't worry, when we get where we're going you won't need it." He said and turned into his drive.
He pulled me out the car, and into his house.
"Let's look at what's going on down here sweetie." He pushed me to lay on his couch and pulled my jeans off and removed my pants, he inserted the length of his thumb inside of me behind the dildo, forcing it through my cervix once again. I felt the baby move in my stomach.
He slid the dildo out after a few extra rough pumps. There was a pop of amniotic fluid on the exit.
I took the opportunity to push, John grabbed my legs behind my knees and pushed them up to my stomach, seemingly aiding my pushing.
"That's it, push hard!" He pushed down on my stomach forcing the head through my cervix with such force my head was spinning.
He did the same again and the head moved rapidly through my birth canal.
A contraction took over and forced me to bear down, the head coming to my opening. John chuckled and pushed my legs apart further as he pushed on my stomach.
I screamed at the speed all this was happening, pressure hitting me from all directions.
Fluid spurted out of me around the stretch of the head and there was a sudden and forceful pop as the head shot out.
"That's it!" He gave a forceful shove to my stomach and pushed my knees so they were by my shoulders.
"Agghhh!! No! Please stop!" I begged him reaching down to touch the baby he was forcing out of me.
The shoulders pop out next and the baby arms come out next, leaving it half out of me.
John let's go of my legs and sighs.
"Silly me! I forgot I had some stuff to do today!" He chuckled to himself. "I'm so forgetful." He said has he pushed the baby's arms back inside of me.
"No John please!" I cried as he pushed the shoulders and head back inside me, he does this until the baby is forced back into my womb.
"Doesn't that just feel better!" He smiled, "It's a shame your water broke, it would be safer in there with some protection." He stood there thinking to himself for a second.
The urge to push slowly creeping up on me.
He left the room for a few seconds, reaching something in the kitchen.
I didn't have the energy to get up and move, I wanted to run away so badly.
He returned with a funnel with a long tube and a 2 litre bottle of water.
"I'm just going to make it like your water never broke!" He smiled, saying it like it was simple.
He grabbed my legs and walked behind the sofa with them making me fall back and hit my head on the floor.
"Gotta have gravity keep the water in!" He chuckled and spread my legs, I put my hands on the floor to support my head.
"Please John! Don't do this I need to push!" I beg as he slid the tube inside me with his fingers.
He held the funnel up and poured the cold water in.
I gasped and tried to wriggle away but he was holding my legs too tightly.
"Yeah, this is a cold one isn't it! I only had water in the fridge!" He laughed and emptied the entire 2 litres into my womb. The stretch felt unbearable but not as bad as the cold feeling.
He finally put the funnel down and pushed something big inside me.
"Ow no!" I gasped as I felt some liquid spill out of me because of how much he had poured in.
His mouth connected with my clit before I could process anything else.
I moaned and arched my back best I could with the full feeling.
He licked and nibbled on my clit, a hand reaching round to my breast. He rubbed my nipple through the fabric.
"John!" I moaned and cried out as I came, clamping down on whatever he had pushed inside me.
He quickly shut my legs and forced some very tight underwear up before wriggling my jeans back on me.
"There you go! It's like it never happened!" He pulled me up to standing.
The weight of all the water in my stomach nearly pulled me over. I rubbed my hands over it.
"It's nearly doubled in size." John commented, "if you're a good girl and do what I say I'll drink from you, you're so full of milk." He reached to grab my breasts.
A groan left my mouth as the baby flailed around in my stomach, my nipples aching for some stimulation.
"Please, I need to push, the water is too much!" I cried.
"We're going to do some errands, the vibrations will get more intense whenever I want them to." He opened the app on his phone and hit the max setting making me gasp as I got close to climaxing around the dildo.
"John!" I moaned, I rubbed my clit over the tight jeans and moaned as the orgasm hit me, my legs shook with the pleasure.
"See, I'll make you feel good if you're a good girl." John purred in my ear.
He turned the vibrations down and pulled me toward the stairs.
“Let’s get you a new top, this ones covered in milk.” He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, that alone let a fresh flood of milk out.
He pulled my top over my head and threw it on the couch, he then reached round to unhook my bra leaving my top half fully exposed.
His fingers flicked over my nipples, the sensation brought on another contraction instantly.
“Owwwwww-! John please!” I tried to squat down but the weight of my stomach would allow it.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He stood behind me and pushed me slowly towards them, it took my a deep breath to lift my leg and get on the first step.
“This can’t take all day!” John reminded me. By the fourth step a contraction took over me and I was pushing, John tutted and pulled my body down into a squat.
The pressure made my body ache. I crawled up the rest of the stairs and finally made it to his room.
He gave me a shirt but before I could slip it on, he latched onto my nipple, sucking and drinking from me.
I moaned and gripped his hair.
I gasped as I felt a little dribble of cold water run down my thigh. I must be dilating around the dildo.
He covered me with the T-shirt and made me face the stairs again. More cold water ran down my thighs as I had to stop to push. We got outside eventually and he opened the trunk of his car.
“Do you need help getting in?” I moved to get in, it was a tight fit.
“If that baby’s out by the time I open the trunk I’ll force it back inside of you and you won’t give birth for a month!” He threatened and slammed the boot shut.
The force of the slam hit the top of my stomach, the pressure knocking the air out of me.
My legs were left open, in a birthing position. It made the vibrations feel so much more intense when he turned them up full!
I moaned as more water escaped.
We were driving for what felt like an hour. He finally pulled over and I heard him on the phone, his voice faded and 30 minutes later I was struggling to hold on.
I undid my pants and wiggled them down, only able to get them to my hips, my thighs spread too wide to go any lower.
I reached in the panties and pulled the dildo hard, it hit my panties and slid right back in.
“Fuck!!” That felt so good. I did it a few more times until I came around it.
I then pushed my pants to the side and with a strong push, the dildo came out of me, along with floods and floods of water!
The baby’s head shot down so quick it blocked most of the water from coming out.
“Oh god!” I moaned as the head was at my opening ready to crown.
I felt the head pushed down lower as a contraction hit through my stomach
I gripped the back of my thighs and pulled up towards my stomach as I pushed hard.
A scream left my throat as the head reached a full crown in my underwear. I looked around for something to cut the pants with, I can’t pull them any lower.
I find an old pair of scissors and start to cut down from the zipper, I just get to the front when I need to push again.
“Fuck!” I pull my legs up as much as I could and pushed, the head inching out slowly.
I quickly cut the rest of the pants and felt the baby’s head, half out of me and I push, birthing the head into my hands.
A gush of water escaped around the head.
I was mid push when the trunk opened and John took in what was happening.
He chuckled as I begged for him to leave me alone.
“I’m gonna let you give birth, then I’m going to push it back in, so you can do it again.” He pulled me out the trunk roughly and dragged me into the field we were parked in.
The baby dropping lower inside me with each step.
“She’s going to fall onto the floor!” I screamed as the urge to push took over.
John pushed me to the floor I landed on my stomach, the force alongside the pushing forced my baby out of me, the water gushed from me.
The crying made a sigh of relief leave me.
John picked the baby up and started pushing its feet back inside me.
“I’ll leave its head out. Now do it again.” He chuckled.
Having fun
Experimental Induction (Part2)
A wave of heat spread through my abdomen, a tightening sensation that was both foreign and strangely familiar. It was an ache, a pressure, but intertwined with a rising tide of pleasure that was almost overwhelming. My mind swam, caught between the physical intensity and the sheer strangeness of the experience. I could feel my body responding, contracting gently, then more firmly. “Contraction noted,” Dr. Aris announced calmly. “Mild, but present. Keep breathing, Sarah. Focus on the sensations.” The pleasure intensified, spiraling into something deeper, more profound. It was a wave cresting, a release that was both exhilarating and terrifying. And then, the first true orgasm. It wasn’t just a physical release; it felt like a seismic shift within me, a jolt that radiated outward. My body convulsed, a powerful involuntary reaction. “Significant oxytocin spike detected,” Dr. Aris stated, her voice tinged with professional satisfaction. “Excellent response, Sarah. We’re on the right track.” The contractions, following the orgasm, were more pronounced. They were sharper, closer together. The pleasure had subsided, replaced by a primal, gnawing ache that I recognized as the early stages of labor. But the strangeness lingered – the memory of that intense, induced pleasure as the catalyst for this undeniable reality. “This is it, isn’t it?” I whispered, my voice strained with the effort of each breath. “It certainly appears to be the beginning,” Dr. Aris confirmed. “We’ll continue the stimulation as needed to maintain the contractions, but the primary work is now being done by your body. Your body has been activated.” The labor progressed with a speed that surprised even me, who had braced for the long haul. The orgasms, induced and sustained, had undeniably accelerated the process. Each peak of pleasure was followed by a surge of contractions, each one building on the last, pushing me closer to the finish line. There were moments where the pain was intense, a raw, primal force that threatened to consume me. Yet, interspersed, there were phantom echoes of the pleasure, brief resurfacings of warmth and intensity that seemed to lubricate the passage, making the unbearable just a little bit more bearable. It was a surreal dance between agony and ecstasy, a testament to the body’s incredible capacity. “You’re doing wonderfully, Sarah,” Dr. Aris’s voice was a steady anchor in the storm. “Just a few more pushes. I can see the head.” The final stages were a blur of exertion and primal instinct. The pain was all-encompassing, yet there was an underlying rhythm, a sense of inevitable progression. And then, with a final, powerful push, a cry that was both mine and not mine, he was here. A squalling, perfect miracle. Holding him for the first time, the exhaustion of the ordeal melted away, replaced by an overwhelming wave of love and relief. The memory of the unconventional journey, the induced orgasms that had been the unexpected key, was surreal. It was a testament to human ingenuity, to the body’s incredible resilience, and to the profound, often mysterious ways we bring new life into the world. Dr. Aris, her face etched with a quiet pride, placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. “You were a remarkable participant, Sarah. A true pioneer.” The irony wasn’t lost on me. I had pushed boundaries, both personal and medical, to meet my son. And in doing so, I had discovered a new understanding of my own strength, my own body’s capabilities, and the powerful, inexplicable connection between pleasure and birth.
Experimental Induction
The sterile white of the examination room felt less like a sanctuary and more like a gilded cage. Forty-two weeks. The words themselves felt heavy, a ticking clock I’d been trying to silence for what felt like an eternity. Every stretch, every yoga pose, every spicy meal had been an exercise in futility. Dr. Aris, her reputation preceding her like a benevolent storm cloud, had finally presented an alternative, a path less traveled. “Consensual external stimulation, specifically targeting oxytocin release through orgasm, to induce labor,” she’d stated, her voice calm and professional. I’d signed the consent forms with a trembling hand, a cocktail of desperation and a sliver of hope coursing through me. “Are you ready, Sarah?” Dr. Aris’s voice pulled me back to the present. She stood by the specialized equipment, a sleek, modern device that hummed softly. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the stillness. “As I’ll ever be, Doctor,” I managed, my voice raspy. I shifted on the examination table, the cool vinyl a stark contrast to the warmth that was beginning to bloom within me. Dr. Aris offered a small, reassuring nod. “Remember the protocols, Sarah. We’re monitoring your vital signs and fetal well-being constantly. Should you feel any distress, or if the contractions don't progress as expected, we’ll stop immediately. This is about progress, not pressure.” Her words, clinical yet kind, were a lifeline. I’d been a prime candidate, overdue and exhausted from failed attempts at natural induction. This was the last frontier, a gamble I was willing to take. The room was equipped with soft lighting, designed to create a more relaxed atmosphere. Dr. Aris explained the process in detail, emphasizing the non-invasive nature of the procedure. “The device is calibrated to provide precise, targeted stimulation. Your body’s natural response is what we are aiming to amplify. The key is the release of oxytocin, the ‘love hormone,’ which plays a crucial role in uterine contractions.” I nodded, trying to absorb every word, to ground myself in the science of it all. My body felt like a vessel on the verge of overflowing, ripe and ready, yet refusing to yield. The thought of experiencing pleasure, genuine pleasure, in this context was… complex. A strange dichotomy of anticipation and apprehension warred within me. Dr. Aris began the initial calibration. “We’ll start slow, Sarah. Just enough to gauge your response and ensure comfort.” The hum of the device deepened, a gentle vibration that began to build. I focused on my breathing, on the advice I’d received countless times: relax, let go. The initial sensations were subtle, a whisper of warmth that gradually intensified. Dr. Aris maintained a steady stream of quiet encouragement, interspersed with vital sign updates. “Heart rate stable. Fetal heart rate strong. No signs of uterine distress.” “How are you feeling, Sarah?” she asked, her eyes scanning the monitors. “It’s… different,” I admitted, my breath catching. “Not what I expected, exactly. There’s a build-up, a definite intensity. It’s not just… physical.” I tried to articulate the burgeoning sensations, the way my mind seemed to detach, a detached observer of my own body’s awakening. “That’s perfectly normal,” Dr. Aris replied. “The focus is on reaching a peak, a physiological climax that triggers the oxytocin cascade. We’re aiming for multiple, sustained orgasms if possible, as this is what provides the most consistent hormonal surge.” The stimulation continued, the vibrations becoming more deliberate, more focused.
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