#multiples birth

The pain eases for now, and my focus shifts to my tits again, squeezing my teats to relieve some of the pressure of the weight of my milk. Small white beads form and then drip from my nipples, making my massive bump wet with milk, as well as the sweat I’ve worked up during my labor. A grunt escapes me as the baby moves, its body squirming within the tight confines of my birth canal in an effort to rotate for its big entrance into the world. A new contraction rips deep through my abdomen. I pull my legs back, moaning as I bear down with all my might, and the shoulders finally burst from my puffed-up cunt, the rest of the body shooting out of me with another wave of liquid.

I bring the baby to my chest, greeting her as she wails. She latches quickly, and I nurse her as I wait for the afterbirth to come, so we can both sleep shortly after. Cramps start again, a little less intense this time, and I sigh with relief, ready for this to be over. I push again, softer this time, knowing the placenta will come easier. But the sensation deepens, pressure running from my lower back around my still-taut abdomen. Another wave, stronger, rolls through, my stomach clenching hard as a rock as I cry out in pain and give in to my body’s demand to push. A huge weight shifts through me, pulling a low groan from me as intense pressure settles again deep in my pelvis. The wave eases for a moment and I take a shaky breath of realization. This is happening— another baby; a twin.

I toil through my second birth, pushing and grunting with contractions. The pain is worse this time, searing hot at the base of my spine and outward. The weight inside me inches down contraction by contraction, filling my birth canal once again as I moan low and long through the burning pain. Finally, my cunt starts to come to a bulge again. I reach under my huge belly, reaching two fingers into my hole as deep as I can to try and feel the second baby’s head, but it’s just out of reach. I roar out with the next surge, moaning and pushing hard with my fingers still hooked in my hole. The baby’s mass hits my fingers, and I cry out, realizing the source of the burning pain, why this birth has been more taxing than the last. The child is breech, I learn, from a tiny foot and bum pressed against the pads of my fingers.

I push like that for another half hour, crying out and grunting through contractions until the first foot and some of the baby’s bottom have opened me up again. The contractions are still coming, but pushing progress has stalled with the sheer size of the baby forcing its way out of me. Between waves of pressure, I manage to carefully pull myself to standing, my stance wide to accommodate the mass stretching my cunt open, hoping that gravity will help. It does. With the next contraction, I bear down hard, bending my knees and sinking into it. The first legs pops free, dangling out of me as I pant with exhaustion. The pain mounts again, my stomach spasming with the contraction. With a guttural scream, I push as hard as I can. The second leg shoots out of me, the rest of the lower body unfolding with it. I sob with the pain, the exhaustion, all of it. How can it not be over yet? My heavy stomach heaves with my cries, the baby’s dangling legs and body shaking in time with my labored breaths. There’s a jolt inside me as the baby moves, half-emerged, and I interrupt my own wails with a little shriek as it bends its knees, bringing its thighs to its belly. Its feet hit my own thigh as its legs kick forward and back to dangling. Then the pain returns, like fire dancing around my hole and throughout the underside of my tensed, solid belly and my low back. I gather my strength and PUSH, push with all my might and a high scream. The arms come forth with another huge rush of liquid. I keep pushing with the momentum, reaching down instinctually to catch this unexpected child as it finally barrels out of me, wailing and purple.

The afterbirths are much easier than the rest of the ordeal, each placenta beckoned forth with small pushes while the babes suckle, one on each teat at the same time.

I can just imagine how heavy and gravid you’d end up being with those massive triplets, barely able to do most anything just for the sheer size and weight of your taught belly, and especially once it begins to drop as your body prepares for labor. And just getting to watch you feebly attempt to alleviate the pressure of the of those baby’s sitting so heavily in your pelvis, getting ready for birth? 🤤

Not to mention seeing you moan at all the pressure suddenly increasing ten fold once you’re in labor. Even if you had been able to hold off on bearing down up to that point, it practically forces you to start pushing and you have no way of stopping it. Just getting to watch you scream and groan as your sore hole (as there were attempts to acclimate you to the size of baby you’d be birthing through stretching you on bigger and bigger cocks but it was to no avail) opens into that lovely tear drop for the first but far from last time…and maybe people could take turns teasing you…at your chest/nipples, at your clit/tdick, but that’s as far as they can help, only by making you cum as you continue to push and scream out your first of three. And even when the first one is out, you have to do it all over again, with an even more sore hole and an even bigger baby twice more

Not knowing what your pushing out, or why your in pain is so good but have you though about after the first one is born? Once the pressure releases and you finally get a break from the pain?

Only for the contractions to keep going? You wouldn’t know your carrying an entire litter you’d have to assume that you were broken and now you have to feel like this forever. That is until the weight is back and the knowledge you have to do it again comes crashing down.

I assume at that point you’d be clawing at me begging me to stop whatever I did, that you’d been good and you need a break to a very placating response and more orders to push

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tags: fpreg, twins, academic setting, birth in pants

i see a lot of people talking about giving birth during an exam, so let's mix it up a bit.

she's a college student who has an exam coming up, and hasn't studied. she's been too busy, too tired, too inconvenienced by how hugely pregnant she is to focus. she's spending all of her time asleep, eating, or in and out of doctor's appointments, and she's barely been able to even make it to lectures. she's huge and heavy, and just walking is a struggle. everyone thought she couldn't do it, and that just made her want to do it more. she refused to take a semester off, refused to ask to schedule the exams after the babies were born. she was determined to prove everyone wrong and show them that she can do anything she put her mind to.

so now, here she is, cramming for the exam she has tomorrow. she's been in labor all day, and her water broke hours ago. skipping this cram sesh is NOT an option - she would definitely fail her exam if she didn't study. so she forces herself to ignore the ever-growing pain, the weight moving lower and lower in her pelvis. "as soon as i finish this, i'll go to the hospital, but NOT before then," she tells herself. her belly tightens over and over again, pain after pain shooting through her. breathing is getting more and more difficult, and the urge to push is unbearable. her hand cramps from how hard she's gripping her pencil. "hngggh, please, just wait another hour," she urges her baby, resisting the urge to push. "i just need to finish this one last chapter..."

by the time she finishes, she's sobbing from the pain. the baby in her cunt had been trying to force its way out, but getting blocked by the chair. now that she's done, she stands up, and screams as the baby crowns all at once. she gasps and pants, struggling to take her pants off. she drops to her knees on the floor, reaching between her legs to feel the baby's head hanging out of her. "oh my god, oh my god, my baby- AHHHHHHHH!" she screams as another contraction hits her, and the baby slips out. the baby cries, and so does she, desperately pulling it up to her and cleaning its face. she never thought she'd be here, at 3 in the morning, birthing at her desk.

her sobs only grow louder as the contractions don't ease up. she'd already known she was pregnant with twins, and it feels like the second baby is even bigger. each push moves this one less than the first one, and the contractions only grow more intense. she screams and screams, desperately clinging to her first baby to soothe both it and herself, as the second twin tries to crown. after each push, each contraction, it slips back in, and her progress is lost.

“good job, love,” i whisper just above your ear. “i can feel you pushing, you’re doing so well.” i pet you and stroke along your skin as the contraction ebbs. you nod into the crook of my neck, a soft whimper bubbling up on your lips.

“so much pressure,” you whine. “fuck, sir, i can feel them moving in me.”

“good,” i say. “i can feel your body, baby. time to push again.”

a high noise crests out of you as your body begins to push involuntarily, and hard. i take it as my cue to pin you down on our bed, thrusting my fat knot in your cunt. hard breaths bounce out of you as you writhe and push against me. then there’s a large pop!, and warm amniotic fluid gushes out past my knot as you cry out, pushing with all your might. i fuck in and out of you again, more of your waters leaking out of you with the motion.

“good girl,” i breathe. “i can feel your next contraction starting, my love.” you nod shakily. i pull back from you, stretching your hole again to the point that my knot is practically crowning.

“oh, fuck, sir, please!” you moan. “fuck, it burns, the pup is coming!”

“then push,” i say, eyes locked with yours. your body obeys, convulsing the hardest it has yet.

“fuuuuuuckkaahh,,” you breathe, exhaling long and focused as you push with your body. your breaths mount and careen as finally, you push my knot past its crest and out of your cunt, the rest of my cock following.

“yes, good girl, good dog, just like that,” i say into your neck, mouthing at the soft, sensitive place just above your collarbone while i finger and twist each of your puffy, sore nipples. “breathe deep and push for me.”

you do, and the head of our first pup descends through your sore cunt quickly. you breathe again and bear down, and with a hard exhale the head pops free.

“fuck, sir, thank you,” you slur, drunk on hormones and the mix of pleasure and pain. the pup’s body squirms in your birth canal, its born head rotating, the top of its shoulders beginning to emerge as your body softly pushes, then settles to rest for a moment.

“you’re doing so well, my love. the first pup is almost here.” i run my hands over your full belly. it begins to tighten again, and you breathe in sharply, a wince spreading on your face as pain mounts again.

“i can’t do it, fuck, i can’t!” you shake your head, the reality of what’s happening suddenly crashing down on you all at once.

“you have to, baby,” i say. “i know it hurts, but you have to push.”

a cry starts low in your chest and rises, loud, as you bear down again. “hooo—aaauuuhhhh!!!!” the pup’s first arm pops out of you. its second follows shortly with another gush of liquid. you breathe in sharply, with another short moment of rest. “hello, little darling,” you whisper to our firstborn. though not yet full born, the pup’s tiny muzzle opens with its first breath, hiccuping softly then opening its mouth, nose snuffling the outside world for the first time.

“oh,” you breathe softly, arms reaching down around your gravid form to cup the pup’s upper body. “come along now.” your body pushes again softly and you birth our first pup, wailing properly now. i pick up the pup and place her on your full chest. she latches and begins feeding, suckling eagerly.

“she’s beautiful,” i whisper, in awe of what has occurred, what continues to go on as your face scrunches with a new wave of pain mounting in your taut abdomen.

“fuck, sir,” you moan. “the next one, alre—aaAUUGHH!!” your body pushes again, hard, and the next pup shoots through your cervix without pause.

"yes, puppy, push!" i urge, helping you spread your legs out and up in the air to make room. your cunt starts to bulge out once more, and i run my finger just under the edge of your hole, stretched around the second pup. you moan, your clit swollen and throbbing from the pressure against it.

"please, oh fuck," you whine, trying to push but making less progress as the contraction ends.

"please who, my love?" i say, gripping your hard clit and tugging on it with the question.

"motherfUCK, i mean, fuck, sir, pleeeease," you moan, writhing your hips around as the pup thrashes within you.

"good dog," i breathe over your nipple, licking over it after. your whole body shudders, the pup moving downward with the motion. the three last pups wait impatiently in your womb, distending your stomach with harsh kicks and tumbling around in the space newly freed up by their littermates.

Fuck I'd love to be scheduled for a c-section with large stubborn multiples stretching my womb huge, my massive distorted baby bump constantly moving and churning with movement. Except I'd end up giving birth alone at home or at least trying to. I'd be on my hands and knees screaming and sobbing while rocking my hips back and forth trying to ease the babies out one by one. My neighbours would eventually call for help probably after listening to me labour for hours and hours. Just imagine being the paramedic coming to help me.