#stuck writes

Their owner doesn't say anything about it but he fucks them on their back now, groping their swollen stomach and fondling their newly heavy, sensitive tits.

Eventually they get so big that they can barely walk. Their belly is tight and heavy, streaked with angry stretch marks. Their tits ache constantly, nipples swollen and puffy. Sometimes they leak little beads of white liquid. Their owner loves kneading and sucking on their tits now. They're so sensitive that it makes them sob and writhe.

The poor pet is miserable. They keep asking their owner what's wrong, why is their belly so big? But their owner just tells them it's normal, they're going to be just fine. They're starting to worry that they're going to be stuck like this forever, that their belly will keep growing and eventually they won't be able to move at all.

Finally one day they're woken up by a horrible pain in their belly. The pains keep coming all day leaving them crying and whining, desperately rubbing their huge stomach. Their owner doesn't seem concerned. He pets them and shushes them and tries to distract them by fingering their hole and sucking their leaking tits.

The pains get worse and worse. There's so much pressure on their hips. They kneel on their owner's lap, rocking their hips and crying into his chest. He pets them and whispers soothing nothings into their ear but they can feel his hard cock pressed against their stomach.

The pet thinks they're dying. They're so scared that when they start feeling the urge to push they try to fight it. Their owner tells them to let go and listen to their body but they sob and shake their head. They're so confused and overwhelmed, nothing makes sense and everything hurts so bad. They wail and struggle through each agonizing contraction fighting desperately against the overwhelming urge to push.

Eventually they can't hold out any longer. They give in to their body and bare down, screaming as the head of their first baby stretches their hole way too fast. They stretch torturously around it. It hurts so much but they can't stop pushing. They heave and shove, tiring themselves out, desperate to escape the burn as the head inches out of them. Finally the head bursts through. Another screaming push and the rest of the baby slides out. They slump, too exhausted to even be curious about what came out of them.

But what the news crews and scientific prize judges don't see are all of the poor souls who were in the first few rounds of testing before the procedure was perfected.

Some produce an egg every hour, their bellies filling quickly if they don't spend their whole day pushing them out. In the early stages they hadn't figured out how to standardize egg size so these unlucky subjects go from tiny grape sized eggs to eggs the size of grapefruit with no warning. Some become so fed up and exhausted from constantly birthing that they refuse to push for days despite their stomachs swelling and cramping. Just a day or two and they will appear full term with a human baby. Eventually the pressure will be too much and they will be forced to push. The backed up eggs will come shooting out of their holes much too fast making them scream. But once they start it's almost impossible to stop until most of the pressure has eased. At that point there will still be eggs inside and they will have to heave and strain, desperate to empty their overtaxed womb, knowing that even now a new egg is forming.

Others produce an egg less often, once every few days or so, but the eggs are much too big. Most are about as big around as a newborn's head. These unlucky subjects are forced to experience the agony of childbirth multiple times a week or, if they refuse to push, for hours at a time when they finally are forced to birth the built up eggs. The cruel irony is that the drugs used to induce egg production make their holes much more resilient meaning they stay tight never getting stretched out and lose no matter how many births they endure.

However, even they are fortunate in comparison to the most miserable test subject in the facility. They were one of the first to undergo the procedure and their body had a unique and unfortunate reaction. At first it seemed like it was working well. They produced a small clutch of fist sized eggs. Then on their next cycle one of the eggs grew extremely fast. Overnight it had grown larger than a full term baby. Their belly was stretched horribly, streaked with angry red stretch marks from being forced to expand much too fast. The scientists were baffled. They tried having the subject lay their eggs. They managed to pass all the regular sized eggs but it soon became apparent that the big egg would never be able to pass through their hips. It was completely stuck.

This subject is still in the facility now. They follow a miserable routine. Over the month their already overfull stomach swells until they finally feel the tell tale spasms of contractions. They squat and push, slowly laying 6 or so eggs the size of their fist. It's hard, agonizing work, each hard shell stretching them open and dragging against their sensitive walls.

Then comes the worst part. The weight of the giant egg settles into their hips. They push desperately, working the tip down into their birth canal. Several long hard pushes later the tip will be visible parting their lips, peaking out into the world. They will labor and push for hours and the egg will inch out of them, it's huge girth stretching their hole beyond its limit. Then, as it always does, the egg will stop moving. No matter how frantically they push they cannot move the egg out another millimeter. It is caught in their hips, too wide to pass through the pelvic opening. They will rock their hips and moan and cry in bitter frustration as their tortured hole spasms around the gargantuan egg.

They find out to their horror that centaur pregnancies typically last 11 months and the head and torso of newborns tend to be around the size of human toddlers. By six months they look full term and they're starting to panic. There's no way they're going to be able to give birth to this thing! By nine months they can barely stand. Their huge belly hangs off their frame grotesquely. The baby's powerful kicks threaten to throw them completely off balance.

They go into labor at ten and a half months. At that point they can't stand and can barely sit up, trapped under their huge belly. The labor takes days, their body struggling to stretch open far enough for the giant baby. They can do nothing but cry and writhe through each contraction, unable to even roll over to try to ease the pressure. Finally they feel the undeniable urge to push. Several pushes yield no result, then finally they feel their opening begin to stretch around something hard. It burns and feels, wrong somehow. It doesn't feel like a head. Another agonizing push and they realize what it is. Hooves, of course the baby is coming feet first, like a horse. The hooves stretch them open unevenly, catching on their canal as they slide free. Another push and they suddenly feel something massive press against their hole. The head, It's coming at the same time as the legs. They push desperately and feel it begin to stretch their already filled opening. The head it huge and would be a struggle even if it wasn't trying to push through at the same time as the legs.

After and hour of agonizing pushing only a small bit of it is visible. They're so tired. Their hole burns already stretched taught before the head's even begun to crown. They lose track of time pushing until finally, with a desperate heave they bring the head to full crown. They shriek as their hole is stretched ridiculously far. They quiver and pant, lost in the horrible burning pain but too tired to push it farther. Finally with another shove the head pops free. They barely get any respite from the stretch though. The baby's shoulders bulge against their hole along with the knees of their horse legs. Together they're almost as wide as the head. They cry with exhaustion as they push them out only to be met with the real widest part of the baby, the junction between their human and horse body. It's essentially a second pair of shoulders, much wider then the first. They sob as it presses against their hole. They're so tired. It takes nearly another hour for them to reach to widest point and they stall there, quivering in pain, moaning through contractions as their body tries to get this thing out. They summon every remaining ounce of their strength and push, screaming as the shoulders finally burst out of them. One more weak push and the rest of the body slides out. They slump, exhausted and stare in disbelief at the thing that just came out of them.

//rapid labor, clothing birth, birth denial

You’re not too worried when you feel the first contractions. They aren’t too bad, barely making you pause as you bustle around doing chores. Mostly you just feel excited. You’re almost 42 weeks and your belly is getting ridiculous. It’s enormous, making every movement an effort and getting in the way of everything. It dropped a week ago and since then your baby has been sitting low down in your hips, giving you a pronounced waddle which your partner has teased you for. The pressure of your huge baby in your pelvis is intense and only getting worse by the day. You are incredibly ready for this baby to be born so the contractions are quite welcome.

You don’t bother calling your partner. You assume you’ve got hours of labor ahead of you so there’s no reason to bother them yet. You ride out a few more contractions, each one stronger and more intense than the last.

Finished with chores you decide to go for a walk around the neighborhood hoping to get your labor moving along faster. It’s a beautiful day. You make your slow, laborious way down the block feeling like a grounded blimp as your giant belly sways in front of you. Suddenly you are seized by the worst contraction yet. You cry out, gripping your tightening stomach. It seems to go on forever and the pressure in your pelvis has increased tenfold. When it finally lets up you are left gasping, doubled over your belly.

You take a moment to recover and then try to keep going even though the pressure on your hips makes every step difficult. You barely get ten feet before another contraction hits. It’s just as intense as before, worse even. You have to brace yourself against a nearby tree to stay standing. You lean against it, moaning and rocking your hips in an fruitless attempt to ease to pressure gripping them. Suddenly, something deep inside you gives and you feel a gush of water spill out from between your legs.

Fuck! Your baby is coming NOW! As soon as the contraction eases you start back towards your house as fast as you can. You didn’t go far but you can already feel your baby inching down inside. You’re so full and so heavy that every step is a monumental effort. You reach your yard just as a new contraction grips you. This time it comes with an intense urge to push. You scream, trying desperately to resist it. Just a few more steps and you’ll be inside. Every fiber of your being is screaming for you to push, you can feel your baby’s head, so low inside you, poised emerge.

Finally the contraction ends and you are able to stumble to your front door and get inside. You fall into a squat in the front hallway, another contraction already upon you. This time you give in to your instincts and push. You groan as baby’s head begins to move down. With just two pushes you can feel it start to bulge out your lips. The stretch is already so intense. You pant for a moment, your mind reeling at how quickly this progressed. Before you have a moment to think a new contraction hits and you’re pushing again. Your opening begins to part  around the baby’s giant head. It burns. You scream as it stretches you, pulling your lips wide around its solid mass.

You reach a hand down between your legs and stop cold when your fingers hit denim. You’re still wearing your maternity jeans! The head is halfway out and you’re still in your pants! You scrabble desperately at  the zipper. Your hands are shaking and the zipper sticks. Yanking on it in a panic does nothing but exacerbate the issue. Before you can try again a contraction hits and you find yourself pushing again before you can think. The stretch gets infinitely worse as the head descends. You howl as your lips are pulled taught. Then, to your horror, you feel the head press against the fabric of your underwear and jeans. You keep pushing, helpless to stop, but the solid material impedes any progress. The pressure builds and you scream,  fumbling desperately with the zipper. There is so much pressure and no way to ease it. You run a shaking hand over the damp bulge in the crotch of your jeans. The head is stuck just shy of full crown, the tough denim blocking it from moving another inch. Another contraction hits. You writhe in pain and panic as your body demands you push despite the futility of doing so. The pressure between your legs ramps up higher and higher. You can barely focus enough through the pain to keep trying to get your zipper down.

It’s impossible for you to know how long you are trapped like this, overcome by the intensity of the pain and pressure. Suddenly the door swings open. It’s your partner, finally home from work. They freeze as they take in the scene. You, slumped on the floor, sweat drenched and wild eyed, legs spread wide around the head crowing in your pants.

“please”, you groan, “please, the baby, the head, pants suck! pleeease!”

At the sound of your voice they spring into action. Grabbing their pocket knife they carefully cut through your jeans, keeping well clear of the baby's head. They keep a hand against the head as they push the fabric away. You writhe, desperate to relieve the pressure.

“please! I need it out! let it out!!” you cry.

“I know, baby I know,” they say, voice shaking, “ just don't want it coming too fast, let it come nice and easy.”

You whimper as they let the head slide forward. As it passes full crown the burning of your opening reaches an intense peak and you shriek with pain, but then the rest of the head gushes out of you and the horrible pressure eases all at once. You gasp in relief, shaking like a leaf.

“Just the shoulders now,” your partner says, sounding like they cant quite believe it.

I saw your three scenarios of denial births and I like the more classic one, with the baby average size but the mother's hips are unusually harrow.

Can you write something like this but with mpreg?

Like the "mother" know he had to do a c-section because a natural birth would be hard but he hate hospitals so he want to go there at the very last moment... but got trapped in active labor with his partner gone for a long time (work or something like that) and unable to call help so he had to push and struggle to try to get the baby out.

It take hours to get the baby to the birth canal but then it get stuck and the poor guy had to push all he can to free the baby.

Hey anon sorry this took me a while to finish. Hope you enjoy!

//difficult birth, birth denial, dangerous birth with a happy ending

Caleb watched the snow falling thick and fast outside as he nervously rubbed his full term belly. This storm wasn't supposed to hit for another five hours. At this rate in less than an hour the steep road up to his and his husband's isolated cabin would be completely impassable. Even if Mitch left work right now he probably wouldn't be able to make it back before then. No snow plow would reach them before tomorrow morning at the very earliest. It was becoming almost certain that he was going to be trapped here alone for the next 12 hours at least.

That wouldn't usually have worried Caleb too much, he was used to the challenges of isolated rural living. The trouble was that he had been having contractions all day.

Much like the snow he was ahead of schedule. He wasn't due for another week and a half. In fact he had a C-section scheduled eight days from now. He'd been told by his doctors that even though his baby was measuring at an average size his narrow hips meant that a natural birth would be extremely difficult for him. The C-section had always been the plan and he'd been frankly relieved. Yes it was a major surgery but he'd seen videos of births. The screaming, the fluids, the way the head stretched them as it crowned, Caleb had been glad to miss out on that. But now he was facing the prospect of being cut off from the world while his labor quickly progressed.

He tried for the fifth time to call Mitch. They had always had bad signal out here and the snow was probably not helping. Once again the call failed to connect. Outside the wind had picked up and snow was whipping down in heavy white sheets. It was quickly approaching white out conditions. He hoped Mitch wasn't on the road.

Caleb paced nervously around the living room. Suddenly he was hit with the strongest contraction yet. He groaned and braced himself against the couch. It was so intense. the pain and pressure like nothing he'd ever experienced. He swore, clutching at his belly and rocking his hips as he rode it out. There was no denying it now. This was active labor and he was alone. He couldn't do this, he couldn't give birth alone. It was supposed to be near impossible for the baby to pass through his hips.

Wind rattled the windows as the contraction let up. Caleb grabbed his phone, this time trying to get through to emergency services. Once again it wouldn't connect.

"Fuck," He said out loud, "fuck!!"

He went back to pacing, anxiously rubbing his bump begging his baby to hold on another day, just hold on until tomorrow. But looking at the solid white outside he knew it was possible no one would be able to get to him for even longer than that.

In a very unfortunate coincidence you go into labor just before the full moon. You are desperate to get the baby out before it transforms. It's already on the large side for a human baby but if it transforms inside of you it's going to be enormous.

Unfortunately you're still only six centimeters when the moon comes out. Your scream as your belly grows to a frankly ridiculous size. The contractions are suddenly so much more intense, your body having to work so much harder to bring the gargantuan werewolf baby down through your cervix. Your boyfriend is there but it's hard for him to do much to help you while he's transformed.