Wow, that was fantastic. Thank you so much for answering my ask, even if it was a bit of a struggle :,). You wrote Damien so beautifully as well! I love how scared and hesitant he was to have this baby, even going so far as to deny himself relief from the already daunting pain, and making it 10x worse for himself instead XD. And Graceā¦WOW. A real sadist <3. Her punishment being exactly what he wanted? Because of course, how could she refuse him! And the way she helps him through the birth again, praising and encouraging him because he's FINALLY behaving???? Especially when she pulls the vibe out to speed it alongā¦Dear author, this is a masterpiece. I think I'd love to see what 'next time' looks like!!
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What was ordered: Trans ftm + human twins, home birth, medication + forcing the baby back in
Added bonuses: prolonged + overdue, macro
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!!! I had a lot of fun writing it :D I think Damien is gonna become a reoccuring character for my trans protag fics!
And you absolutely can start signing your asks with an emoji!! I'm totally cool with that! I am giggling at calling you mpreg anon tho LOL!!
This was absolutely not proofread and took me a while to write because life got insane and my family couldn't stay out of the hospital!! So I'm sorry this took so long and if anything is weird!
I also had an idea and ran with it.. I apologize if this is not anyones cup of tea but its mine <3
Word Count: 2.3k //
A contraction rippled through Damiens body, forcing a sharp cry out of him as he clutched his gravid stomach. He was home alone, of course he was, Grace having left an hour ago to go to the grocery store. It had been odd- she'd decided to go immediately when she saw he was starting to feel contractions, the throes of labor imminent.
Now, he was being forced to push out their incredibly large children- he was overdue by almost a month now, having been carrying them almost 45 weeks at that point. The babies were huge, and sat low and heavy in his stomach, making him shudder as he waddled around the house, trying to speed things along a little.
The second he felt the urge to push, he did. Grace wasn't there to instruct him, so he just followed his own instincts, baring down with all his strength despite the pain that flared through his cervix and abdomen. Birth fluids dripped down his thighs as he clung to the kitchen table, leaving a wet trail throughout their house as he slowly hobbled back to their bedroom.
"Holy fuck, you two are huge-" He groaned. The head felt like a damn bowling ball trying to force its way out of his cervix, stretching him to the very brink. "FUCK!"
He squatted down in the hallway, feeling the first baby begin to enter his birth canal as he pushed down. He hoped he wouldn't have to do this entirely alone- Grace would kill him if he did. And part of him hated being alone for this, wanting the support of his partner there with him through all of it, even if she was rather cruel. He still wanted her there.
When the contraction was over, he took a moment to gather himself, before stumbling into their room, sitting himself down on the chair as he tried to take deep, soothing breaths. He'd read trying to breathe through the pain helped, but it wasn't exactly effective if there were two children squishing his lungs and making it impossible to do so. And he knew it was only going to get worse.
And worse it did, as the baby finally pressed against his cunt, making it bulge out painfully and turning his labia a bright shade of red, hot and angry. He already felt so raw and he knew he'd have to do this again- and the second time would be even harder, as he knew the baby wasn't in a great position.
He'd barely gotten the head to peek out when he suddenly heard the front door slam shut. "Damien?!" Grace yelled, making him slip up and cry out as the baby started properly crowning. "I-in the bedrooOOOM FUCK!" He screamed, throwing his head back as the burn began to set in.
Grace walked in with a sketchy looking bag, some sort of medication inside as she set it on the bed. "Have you been giving birth without me, Damien?" She huffed, stopping to check before gasping in horror. "You're fucking crowning, you damn brat!" She spat, "Stop pushing, NOW!"
Damien whimpered at her words, but he stopped pushing, making him cry out as the baby slipped back inside just a little. He heaved for air as he heard Grace rustling with the bag, then tearing something open. "I had a feeling you'd be a damn brat, so I got a few things." She muttered, snapping on a pair of gloves as she kneeled between his legs, not letting him see the items she had just yet, though he swore he saw a tube of something.
Her hand rested on the baby's large head, "Damn, I put some big ones in you. Unfortunately for you, you don't get to birth. Not yet." She huffed, before beginning to push on the head, pulling a pained scream out of Damien as she did so. His back arched, loud shrieks and cries leaving him as he began to beg, "FUCKNONONONO GRACE STOP, GRACE I'M SORRY, PLEASE I WAS SO CLOSE-"
"Oh shut up. You earned this when you decided to give birth without asking permission." She spat, her words showcasing her anger at him as she harshly shoved the baby back up and into his spasming womb, making him sob as he felt her whole arm fill him. She held it there for a few seconds until the contraction wore off, and then she tugged it out, making him whimper painfully. His whole belly spasmed and contorted painfully due to the sudden intrusion she'd forced back inside.
He heard the click of something opening, making him look down to see her squeezing some sort of cream onto her gloved hand. "First of all- take this." She handed him a container with a pill in it, "W-what is it-" He asked hesitantly as he opened the container, struggling for a few seconds with the lid.
"Its a labor suppressant. I was trying to put this off, but someone decided to be a fucking brat." She huffed, "Now take it."
Damien gulped, his hesitancy evident before he swallowed the pill, whining as it went down. While he was distracted with that, he felt her begin to lather his entrance in whatever that cream was, before her fist shoved itself back inside, pulling a loud cry out of him as she coated his spasming, raw insides with whatever it was. She was thorough with his cervix, making sure it was coated in the stuff.
"W-what are you doing?!" He sobbed, panting harshly as he clenched around her. "This should only take a minute or so to set in." She hummed, ignoring his question as she began to tug her fist back and out of him, smearing more of it on his cunt before tugging her gloves off, swapping them out. "It's a tightening cream. You're going to repeat this so I can watch this time."
Damien's eyes widened, a loud sob leaving him as he felt it begin to almost immediately work. He could feel the way his cervix slowly began to close, and both his birth canal and cunt stiffen and begin to contract close together. Everything felt so tight, he began to thrash from the pain. "GET IT OUT OF ME, PLEASE-" He sobbed. His cunt felt like it was almost fully sealed with how much it contracted closed, the skin stretching taught as all of his progress was entirely reversed.
"You did this to yourself. Now lets see how well that worked." Grace hummed, pressing a finger to his extremely tight vagina. Damien cried in pain as it pushed inside of him, feeling as though that was far too big now. He'd break from the damn baby later! "PLEASE- I'm gonna break if I give birth now!" "Good thing you're not birthing now, are you? You'll be giving birth later. Now up, on your feet."
He whined pathetically, but stood up, wincing at the pain that flared through him. The contractions were beginning to soften, before finally fading to nothing, everything no longer spasming and pushing to try and get the twins out.
They were stuck until the suppressants wore off. Much to his own horrific dismay.
It was the middle of the night before the contractions started again, this time much stronger, waking Damien up out of a fitful nights sleep already. He gasped loudly as his stomach erupted in painful spasms, the twins inside of him incredibly unhappy as the first one began ramming into his still tight cervix.
He cried out in pain, waking Grace out of her own rest as he clutched the sheets, panting harshly as he tried to breathe through the pain. "Suppressant finally wear off?" She groaned, sitting up as she watched Damiens gravid stomach visibly contract, clearly ready to have those damn babies out of him.
"It hurts so bad-! Pleasepleaseplease let me give birth, PLEASE-" Damien begged, his legs shaking as he spread his legs, trying to make room despite the fact he was still so tight that it'd be hours before anything came close to crowning in that tightly sealed cunt of his.
"I suppose." Grace sighed, as if she was burdened by it. "Go on then, push." She instructed, climbing between his legs to watch.
Damien thanked her profusely, sweat dripping down his brow as he began making the gargantuan effort of attempting to push these huge babies out of him. He screamed as he felt the baby slowly push apart his cervix, practically barreling down despite how well the tightening cream had worked earlier.
He let out another scream as it began pushing its way down his birth canal, stretching apart the painfully tight walls in such a manner his eyes were rolling back, his vision almost blacking out from the pure pain. His belly rippled painfully as another contraction seized his body before he was ready, forcing the baby down further against his will as he sobbed and writhed.
"I-it's too big! It'll never fit!" He cried out, feeling the beginnings of his cunt bulging out around the head. "It'll fit. Otherwise, I'm reaching my hand in there and yanking it out myself." Grace stated, as if it was some casual, nonchalant thing, and not that she was threatening to pull two babies out of his poor, ruined cunt.
Damiens face turned a pretty shade of red as he bared down, screaming as he did so. He could feel the head- it was right there, beginning to form that oh so familiar teardrop shape in his cunt. He could feel the other twin making their way to his cervix, this one clearly bigger than the one that was currently trying to force itself to a crown.
Grace watched silently, her hand moving up to trace Damiens swollen cunt. "I almost want to take a marker to you so you can see how far you stretched out." She chuckled softly, clearly amused at how his cunt seemed to swell and bulge out further as the baby began to push its way into a full crown.
That familiar burning filled Damien as he screamed, clutching the bed sheets tightly as the widest part of the head completely split him open. "FUCKFUCk- GET IT OUUUUUT-" He cried, his head throwing itself back as he bared down with all his strength. He felt like he was going to be ripped apart- and he knew the other twin was bigger.
"Thats it. Almost there." Grace cooed, her hand moving to provide him some much needed counterpressure on his perineum, causing him to sob from the relief. "Goooood boy. You've been good for a while, you deserve some relief."
It took a few more pushes before the babys head gushed out, making Damien cry out. "HOLY FUCK- ITS OUT-" "No baby, you still have to birth the body."
Luckily, it seemed the head had completely stretched him out, and the body slipped out with little problem, right into Grace's awaiting hands. She set it off to the side, moving to keep an eye on Damiens cunt as baby number two made its way down.
Damien strained against the sheer size of this one- it was clearly so much bigger than its twin, making him sob fearfully as it crept closer to his poor, ruined cunt entrance. He knew this one would be the one to totally ruin his poor hole if that other hadn't. Maybe Grace could use that tightening cream on him to help him get back to how he was before giving birth.
"FUCK- Its so big!!" He hiccuped, baring down with all of the strength he could muster. It seemed to help, as the baby began to bulge out his entrance once more, stretching the skin paper thin and almost translucent. The head began to slowly emerge, given a little help thanks to the way Damien had been left gaping earlier from their twin.
He shrieked as he felt Grace's hand on his t-dick, beginning to rub her fingers against it. "Think of this as a reward for pushing that first one out so beautifully." She hummed, glancing up at him as he whined, unsure if he should shift away from the overwhelming pleasure or lean into it. It was all far too much- he couldn't handle it!
"T-too much, Grace!" He cried, his thighs trembling as the baby's head crested, that familiar, awful burn setting in as it began properly crowning between his overly stretched pussy lips. "You can handle this." She stated plainly, watching as their second baby emerged.
It took a few more pushes, the pleasure cresting inside Damien higher and higher until the dam burst, and he came hard, the baby's head practically shooting out of him from the intensity. Damien screamed as it happened, almost blacking out from the painful pleasure that had overtaken his body.
"IT'S OUT!" He cried out, a wet sob leaving him as he reached down to feel the head. "Just the body now, then you may rest." Grace cupped the newborns head, making sure nothing could happen as Damien slowly pushed the body out, inch by agonizing inch.
He whimpered as he stretched around the shoulders, before the body slipped out with a wet noise and landed in Grace's hands. "Good boy! Look at you! I need to weigh them, but this one.." She hummed, "Is easily 14 pounds, you did amazing."
"14?!" He gaped, his eyes wide as he glanced down. "You produce strong offspring, Damien. Almost makes me want to keep you like this forever." She grinned.
Damien hated how he didn't mind the idea, even with the way his cunt was currently battered and ruined from her cruel treatment..
No, he didn't hate the idea at all.
He clenched at the thought of pushing out three next time.
"Just.. no tightening cream next time, please."
"Can do."
Damiens head fell back as he passed out, finally earning himself a little bit of sleep after how horribly long that labor was.
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i wanna pump you full with big heavy multiples and give you birth suppressants until you're uncomfortably overdue. one day i sneak labor inducing pills into your food, three times the amount that's recommended, and take you out into public. the dose i gave you is so high that you speedrun through early labor and dilate faster than you're prepared to handle. it doesn't take long before the first massive head comes barreling through your birth canal and the sheer pressure brings you to your knees. people stare but nobody cares enough to help or even ask if you're okay. i force you to your feet and make you keep walking, even though the contractions are coming faster and stronger by the second. i tell you to keep quiet and not to push. you try to be good for me even though i can see how much you want to drop down and scream those babies out of your tight tiny hole. you understand that i do this because i love you, right? i just love showing you and that big belly of yours off, showing everyone that you belong to me and what we've made together.
we move for two hours, your steps becoming increasingly unsteady and your breathing having turned into panicked panting. by the time we finally arrive home, thereās a huge bulge between your legs - despite your efforts to follow my orders, your body has pushed our baby down on its own.
i lead you to the bed, make you lie down and tell you you're allowed to push. your relief is shortlived because as the head inches ever so slightly forward, forming that famous teardrop shape, i stop its descend with my hand. your hips buck in surprise at the searing pain in your nether region and i use that moment to snap the chestity belt i've been holding, unbeknownst to you, into place around your hips.
i said you're allowed to push, not to birth. you really ought to pay more attention to what i say.
i can't be mad at you for not listening, of course. not when you look this beautiful - face red with exertion and glistening with sweat, writhing helplessly, trying and failing to find a position that relieves some of the agony, sobbing and screaming about how much it hurts, how big it is, begging to let you give birth. i just sit back and enjoy the show.
i let you suffer like that the entire night, watch as you wear yourself out with useless pushes. that baby's not going anywhere, darling, not until i decide it is. it's early morning when i finally do. you've earned the right to give birth, i think. i unlock the chastity belt but by now you're too weak to push properly. one would think your canal would be loose at this point but no, the baby still creeps forward at a torturous slow speed, making you feel every detail of the face. and those shoulders, wow, looks like we have a future quarterback in our family!
you've been in hard labor for almost 20 hours by the time the baby finally slides out of you. you're a sobbing mess but the tears of pain mix with tears of relief.
the next five minutes are nice for you. you hold our baby and even though your nether regions must still burn like hell, you're smiling weakly.
then your belly shrinks again, you wince, i see pure panic and horror flash over your face. i take the baby from you as you abruptly, uncontrollably start to bear down again, contractions hitting you again at full force as our next big baby forces its way through your body. despite the fact it's too huge for you, it's still a bit smaller than its sibling and slides forward quite fast. too fast for my liking. look at that, it's already beginning to crown. no, we can't have that, can we? where would be the fun in that?
you're so caught up in your pain that you donāt even notice me snapping the chastity belt back into place. even as you push fruitlessly, the head bulging grotesquely between your legs with no chance of escape.
don't worry, darling, i'll make sure there's a couple more fun days ahead for you. we have time, and there's still some babies left in that belly of yours.
