#mine.asks

pearl and gem, who literally just wanted to say hi:

"Talk to me, baby. Tell me what's going on."

"Pressure," I pant, clutching your hand tightly for support as we slowly make our way down the stairs. "I... arghhh, I don't think I can do this. I-It's so low."

The plan was to get to the car. The plan was to get to the hospital. The plan was to have a midwife.

The plan was no longer happening.

When we reach the bottom step, I grunt and sink into a deep squat, thighs trembling to support the weight of my heaving belly. "I have to push," I tell you, staring up at you with wild, frightful eyes. "I–ohhh, god. It's cominggg!"

Instinctually, I rock my hips back and forth just slightly, working with gravity to help the baby as it grinds its way through my cervix and into my birth canal. My perineum and the outer lips of my cunt bulge outward as I push down against the vice grip in my belly, a primal howl ripping free my my throat as my pussy begins to burn.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I hear you exclaim, tossing the hospital bag to the floor as you rush to kneel down in front of me. "You've got to stop pushing, baby! You're going to tear!"

"Don't careeeee," I shriek thinly. "I can't stop it!" My cunt is stretched to the limit as the head surges to a full crown, the baby straining against the fabric of my underwear. "It's crowning-nnnng! Holy fuck, it's coming. It's coming outttt!"

It I let go of your hand in favor of grabbing hold of the railing of the staircase, throwing my head back with a howl as the head pops out in a gush of fluid. There's an unmistakable tent in the crotch of my leggings, the obscene width of the baby's head stretching the fabric thinly as it fights against it to be born. "Head is out," I gasp. "Gonna push again. Have to push."

My pussy is gaping around the baby's neck, inner walls spasming as the first shoulder begins to work itself free. Nothing is going to hold it back.

"Baby, don't–."

"PUSHINGGG." I wail and bear down for a final time. "It's almost out! Its coming, here it comes. The baby is outttt. The baby's in my pants!" And then it is. The baby's shoulders and body slide out effortlessly, falling into my ruined underwear.

They've been stuck at the point of almost crowning for about two hours now— the absolutely massive head sits wedged and unmoving in their birth canal, bulging out their perineum and the structure of their cunt with its obscene size. The lips of their labia are an angry shade of red, gaping and dribbling fluid down their thighs each time they attempt to push.

But as soon as their tissues begin to stretch around the width of the skull barreling down through their cervix, they lose control of the push, and the game of 'out-in-out-back in again' they're waging with the crown starts all over again.

"Oooooh, its coming," they grunt. They shove up onto their elbows, pressing their chin to their chest as they grit their teeth and bear down. "Aghhhhhh!" Their cunt continues to bulge as they push with all of their strength. "Hnnnng, it hurts! My pussy burns!"

"Come on!" you command harshly, peering between their legs. Their furled slit has opened just slightly, giving you a small, brief glimpse of a few wisps of wet, dark hair. "Don't give up. Keep pushing!"

They wail and thrash their head from side to side, thighs snapping closed as the head slips back up into their tortured canal. "I cant!" they sob, legs shaking with effort as they attempt to hold the baby inside of them. "It hurts so b-bad. It-mmmmmph, it burns!"

"I know it hurts," you assure them, running your hand over their flank as you lean in to press a kiss to their sweaty forehead. "But you're only making it harder on yourself, baby. You need to push." You reach down between their legs, gently shushing their cries of protests as you make space. Their lower belly spasms as the head surges forward once more, earning a frantic, shrill scream in response. "Save your energy," you tell them firmly. "Use all of that to get this baby out."

They scream again, a deep shrill roar that rises from their chest as they throw their head back. "Let me go!' they yell, overwhelmed as the head begins to push their labia into a yawning teardrop, clit pulsing above the emerging skull. "Fuck, its burning! I'm ripping! I'm gonna tear ap-pa-rrrrrt! Hrrrrrrg!"

They continue to thrash and scream as they strain, working equally as hard to shove the baby out of their battered hole as they are to try to keep it inside. "ohmygodmakeitstopppppp!"

"It needs to come out, baby!" You watch the head peak-a-boo, groaning in frustration as your partner once again wrenchs free and snaps their legs closes.

"Hurts," they whine, panting for breath as they fall back against the pillows. "I can't take the pain. I didnt... didn't think it would be like this. I—ohhhh, nooooo." Their breath catches, belly going taut as it squeezes down around their contracting womb. "Mmmm, its coming. Ooooh, fuck. Oooooh." Their feet scrabble at the damp sheets as instinct overwhelms them and they push, cunt bulging wide until it pushes their thighs apart. "Its in my pussy! Ooh, my poor pussy!"

Taking advantage of their distraction, you lean over them and take them into your arms, pulling them into a kneeling position. Between their legs, the head surges from just barely visible to fully crowning with the help of gravity, and they scream and sob hysterically. "Holyfuck, my cuntttt. Oh, my cunt. It burns! Its gonna tear me!" They continue to babble as you reach down to cup the emerging head, pressing your thumb against their clit.

"Push!" you bellow over them, shoving your knee in-between theirs to hold them open as they howl and screech, leaking blood and fluid as the large, extremely overdue head painstakingly inches its way out. "Here it comes! Get it out, baby!"

"Nnnnnuggghhhh!"

"It's past the crown!" The posterior head has finally begun to show itself. You continue to provide counter pressure to your partner's clit as they bear down, veins popping and skin turning bright red as they shriek about feeling their pussy tear. "Go, go, GO! Keeping fucking pushing!"

"MmmmmphGOD!" The stretched ring of their vagaina has gone shock white, bloodless and gaping around the overdue infant. Its brows. Its nose. Its chin. "Coming outtttnnnngh-holy fuckkkkk! I'm gonna split in half!"

"PUSH!"

"Listen to me, baby. Listen. I know it hurts, but you cannot push right now. Do. Not. Push."

"Too late," I groan, half delirious with pain. "She's comingggg. I feel it coming out!" The head of our child was barreling through my birth canal, and I shriek as it slides past the tight and inflamed ring of my cervix. "ohmygod, its right there!"

"DON'T push–" you start to say, but your words are quickly drowned out by my frantic scream.

"Mmmhnnnng! Pushing!" I roar as I grab behind my knees, pulling my legs up as I bear down hard against the pressure in my pelvis. My knee knocks against the passenger side door of the car as my thighs fall open, trembling violently with the effort of my straining and the force of our daughter's head edging it's way out through my bulging sex. "Just fucking pull over!"

The baby was coming. The baby was coming right. fucking. now, location be damned. I claw at my leggings, pulling them down just enough to slide my hand under the waistband and settle my palm over my cunt. My lips shove outwards as I push with the steady crest of my contractions, a trickle of fluid oozing out from my slit.

I slide my fingers into my sex and find the membrane of the amniotic sac. It pops with a gush, and the baby's head finally descends fully into the space behind my gaping hole.

"We're almost there, baby. Just hold on. Hold it back!"

I grit my teeth and snarl as I thrash in my seat. "She's coming NOW," I howl. My pussy lips are throbbing, stretching with white-hot intensity as the first brush of our daughter's sticky wet hair pushes against my probing finger tips. "You don't have to help me, but you're not... holyfuckkk, you're not going to stop me!" I throw my head back and scream until my throat is raw, bearing down around the crown of the head as it peak-a-boos between my lips.

"I can't stopppp," I gasp frantically, completely sweapt up in the frenzy of my pushing. "She's coming, ooooh, here she comessss. Coming OUTTTT!"

- Sol ✨

“Oh, baby. Just look at you.”

My eyes snap open to seek yours out in the dim light, breath catching in my throat as I meet your gaze– dark, hungry, and most importantly: approving. A broken sob tears free from my lips, and I struggle against the bindings that are looped around my wrists, desperate to reach out to you. “P-Please,” I whine. “I need… mm, I need to push.”

“That went fast,” you murmur, brow lifting in surprise. “My poor love. You must be so tired.”

Your voice is a soothing balm for my rattled, exhausted body. You place your hand around my ankle, stroking your fingertips over the red silk rope tied around it. Beneath it, my skin is angry and red and raw– hours of twisting in pain had left its mark. Beneath me, the sheets are soaked in sweat and blood and fluid— all clear signs that the birth was imminent. That, and the unbearable pressure building in my hips.

"Should we get these off you then?” you ask as you languidly begin undoing my bindings. “You want me to check and see what's going on?”

"No time,” I gasp. Another contraction holds my belly in a vice grip, and each slip of the rope lets my legs fall open a little wider. The baby's head is forcing its way down my pelvis now; an unbearable weight that brings an unbearable need to push. To shove down around the bowling ball wedged between my thighs. “Mmm, its coming. I can feel it.”

You stop right around my knees, leaning down to press open mouthed kisses along their curve. “Look at how much progress you're making,” you coo, watching intently as my belly spasms and I writhe on the bed, struggling to part my legs. To bear down. “You're being so, so good for me. I knew you would be."

"Mmmph." As the rope slips over my knees, I cry out in relief as I allow them to fall open. Now that there's space, the head is right there. The red-hot tissue of my cervix is stretched wide and thin, and the head grinds against it, forcing its way down. "N-Need to push," I gasp. "Please, can I push? Please, please, pleas- ahhhh, fuck!"

My pleas trail off into a desperate wail, and I throw my head back against the pillows, bearing down with as much strength as I can. I feel you undo another knot, and I immediately spread my legs wider, exposing just a small glimpse of my bulging cunt.

"Slow, baby. Slow," you command. "You dont want to rush. You'll tear."

"Ooooh." I inhale a shaky breath. "Its— hmmmmph. Baby, I cant stop," I pant, my eyes wide and wild. "It's c-comingggg."

Your facade slips, just a little. I feel your urgency as you undo the last of the bindings that criss-cross over my thighs and the base of my belly. Your lips leave a lingering kiss on the skin there, and a small smile tugs at your mouth as you move to kneel between my legs. "You've done so well. You ready to push for me?"

I nod frantically as I work to shift myself up onto my knees, bound wrists be damned. "Its right there," I grunt as I brace my weight on you, half expecting the baby to slide down to a full crown as soon as my thighs are open. Your arm slides around my waist to hold me up, and your other hand reaches between my legs to cup my gaping labia and perineum. "Holy fuckkk."

"God, you're so open, baby," you marvel, sliding your fingertips over my lips and my pulsing clit. "Look at you. Giving me the best show. I could watch you do this forever. Spread yourself open and birth baby after baby."

I whimper softly as the image fills my head. "L-Let me get through this one first," I pant. "Just... just gonna push it outtttt."

I grit my teeth as I bear down again, pushing the massive head down towards your waiting hands. Your fingers don't leave my clit, and I rock my hips against your eager touch as I shove and struggle to pass the baby's head through my cervix. "Godddd, why wont it come?!"

"It is coming, baby," you tell me, voice thick with emotion. "You're so wide open down here. This sweet little cunt is doing its job. You're getting our baby out." You gently shift my position a little, placing one hand behind my knee to shift it forward, leaving me kneeling on one leg. "Push for me now. Let me see my baby."

I feel the tissue of my cervix finally give way with the next push, and a shrill roar builds up from my chest as the head fills my cunt, my lips gaping open around a small sliver of wet, dark hair. "Burninggggg," I shriek. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh my god, it hurts so fucking bad."

"I see it!" Your face lights up as you peer between my legs, watching as the head slides down and then back up again. "God, you're really doing it. Keep going, baby! Pushhh!"

"Nnnnnng-hhhhhOHMYGOD!"

The head lingers at a full crown for a moment, stretching my tissues to their absolute limit, and then with a single push and a cry of effort, it pops out in a gush of fluid, landing right into your palm.

"Oh, my love," you breathe, eyes shining with pride. "You're so good. So very perfect." You cradle the head delicately as I struggle to catch my breath, panting against the side of your neck. "Now, I need you to pull yourself together. You still have some work to do, hm?" I feel you smirk as you kiss the top of my head.

"I would hate to have to push it back in..."

"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."

- Sol ✨

“I-I don't think I can hold it back any longer,” I grunt, blowing out a string of short, sharp pants as I fight against my body's natural urge to push.

“Are you feeling like you want to push?”

I sit perched up on our bed, leaning back against your chest as your legs bracket my body on either side. As my contraction builds, I inhale deeply and try to keep my mind focused on my breathing and not on the massive waves of pressure that wash over me. “It… ohhh, it's really coming. Oh God, I feel it.” My thighs tremble with effort as I squeeze them together, drawing a small, disapproving 'tsk' out of you.

I'm fighting a (rapidly) losing battle, and we both know it.

"Now, now, love. No cheating."

Your hands pry my knees apart, and I snarl and thrash in protest. The head has cleared my cervix and is sitting so low in my pelvis. Too low.

Pushing is no longer a want, but a necessity.

"Holy shit," I gasp. I understand the 'bowling ball' comparisons now– the sheer width of the head, so heavy and solid, that's beginning to grind down through my birth canal takes my breath away, and a sort of animalistic noise is all I can manage as I'm finally sucked under. The baby isn't waiting any longer. I bear down, gritting my teeth as I squeeze my eyes closed and curl over my heaving belly. "ffffuck."

"That's it," you coo into my ear. "Very good, baby. So good. You're really bulging, hm?" I nod frantically as I continue to push, my toes curling against the rumpled duvet as I try to scramble into a better position. The head is sitting right behind my furled slit, and a part of me is almost shocked that it doesn't shoot right out.

"Oh, my poor love," you continue in that soft, sweet tone, reaching down between my legs to ghost the tips of your fingers over my red-hot lips and throbbing clit. "I wish that I could do something for you. But you know that you didn't ask."

My eyes snap open, gaze frantic and wild as I watch you cup your palm over my bulging cunt. "Let it out!" I shriek, beads of cold sweat welling up on my flushed skin. "P-Please, baby. I didn't mean to!" Unable to hold back, I push again, shoving uselessly against the force of your hand. The baby squirms as the crown of the head meets your palm and lingers for a moment before it retreats back into my canal, ripping a distressed wail from my throat. "It's coming! I need it to come! Oh my God, just let it outttt. Pleasepleaseplease–."

You shush me. "Don't beg, baby," you admonish. "The rules were that you ask for permission to push, or you face the consequences. I'm afraid that these are the consequences."

Another contraction slams into me, my body desperate to expel the weight in my pelvis, and I howl as I try to get free. "Hnnnng!" A small sliver of slimy wet hair is surging forward, peaking out from behind my spread lips. "Fuck, it's right there! It's burninggg!"

"I'm sure it is, sweet thing. I can feel how open you are. Your pussy is gaping for me, all nice and slick. I bet the head would slide right out, wouldn't it?"

"Mmmph, mhmmm," I sob. "D-Dont you want that?" My hand trembles violently as I claw at the sheets. "You said you... fuck! You wanted, hoooo, to be the o-one to deliver it."

"Very true." Your voice is stern. Matter-of-fact. "But in order for that to happen, you need to be good and do what you're told."

As the vice grip of the contraction begins to release, I suck in a cleansing breath, nostrils flaring as I inhale the primal scent of sex and sweat and birth. My knees fall open a little wider, and then wider again when I hear your approving hum. "I-I need to push, baby." In comparison to yours, my voice is small and thin. "Please let me push. God, fuck, baby. Please! Please, I'm sorry."

My cunt burns, and I whine pathetically as I struggle to push the head out. No matter how hard I shove and push and struggle, the head doesn't emerge any further, making it clear that the birth (whenever it may occur) is entirely in your charge.

"Pleaseee. It burns so bad, baby! It's going to rip me apartttt!" I continue to babble, head thrashing from side to side as my desperation grows. "It's comingggg! Fuckfuckfuck, gotta push again!"

Your response consists of little more than a kiss on the top of the head. "And what do we say?"

"Holy fucking- PLEASE! Can I please push?!"

"You know," you say, staring down at my gaping cunt as it opens into more of an 'O' shape and gives a glimpse of the mass of the head slipping free from my lips, "I think we're finally starting to get somewhere."

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"Baby? We can't stop here. We have to keep moving."

Your coaxing is soft and gentle, but the sense of urgency in your tone is unmistakable. I know that that you're concerned– that your thoughts are focused solely on the well being of your partner and child– but I'm too far gone for that now. You had done your job– you had labored with me in the comfort of our home without so much as considering leaving my side, and you had gotten us to the hospital safely when I'd determined it was the right time, keeping a steady compure as I'd wailed from the passenger seat that my labor was progressing too quickly, that there was pressure, that I needed to push– but the rest needed to happen on my terms.

Was happening on my terms.

(Sort of.)

"N-No," I groan, pulling myself free from your grasp. I brace myself with my palms flat on the trunk of our car when my body starts to tremble violently, overcome with the sudden urge to bear down. "No, no, no, nooooohmygod." I grit my teeth and strain, feeling the head of our child grinding its way out into the world. "Fuck!"

"Was that a push?" Your eyes are wide as you stare with me your mouth agape, looking very much the part of the proverbial deer in headlights. "You cannot push! We need to get inside."

"No!" I repeat with a forceful shake of my head. "It's coming." I pant out short little breaths, little pushes, as I follow the instinctual, overwhelming urges that are washing over me and bend my knees, sinking into a deep squat. "Mmmph, its coming out."

There's a promient bulge between my thighs, keeping them spread open as all the pressure I'm feeling barrels down through my womb and my birth canal, pushing at the burning lips of my sex.

"Can you get up? Can you get into the car at least?"

I grit my teeth again, face screwed up tightly with effort as my belly clamps down around my spasming womb. "For fuck's sake, NO!" I can't move. I need to push."

And I do, roaring out a ragged scream as I fall onto my knees, still holding onto the car for leverage. "I'm pushingggg." My shaky fingers claw at my leggings, desperate to get them off as the head makes its way out. "Oh, it burnsss. It hurts so fucking bad, holy shit!"

The head, still cushioned within the amniotic sac, surges forward, spreading my labia open as it crowns, fluid-soaked hair appearing in a tear- drop shape behind my tight slit. "Coming out," I grunt. "A-Almost crowned."

I manage to work my leggings down to mid-thigh, giving you a small peak at my bulging cunt as I rock forward on my knees. "I see it!" you exclaim, settling your hand on my lower back as you kneel behind me. "Oh my god, there it is!"

"I told youuu- hnnnng, gotta push again!"

My water breaks as I bear down, and the head shoots out of me in a gush of the fluid that puddles underneath me on the gravel parking lot. "Mmm, pressure. Ohhh, it's coming." I breathe deeply, in and out and then in again, thighs trembling as I wait in anticipation for the head to complete it's rotation. "Burning again. Hnnng, it hurts!"

"Use it, baby," you coach, all of your plans very clearly abandoned as I work to deliver our baby in the middle of the hospital parking lot. "Use all that pressure and push!"

"Okay," I grit out. "Okay, here it comes. Ohhhh, it's coming! Coming out!" My noises– groans and grunts and choked off cries– all crescendo into a scream, and the first shoulder begins to emerge slowly.

Everything seems to come to a brief half for a a split second as the baby flexes and wiggles, and then finally, with one last tiny heave, I push it out into your waiting hands.