#trans mpreg

Damien gasped as another contraction hit him, his hand clutching his tight, gravid stomach. He was so damn heavy- he should've had this baby a few weeks ago, but Grace had insisted on him not going and getting induced. They had wanted a home birth anyways, that would've interfered with that plan! He could handle it, he was a big, strong man, no? Surely he could handle pushing out a well overdue baby? Thats what Grace said anyways- Damien wasn't so sure.

Speaking of Grace, Damien glanced up when he heard the door to their bedroom open. "God, you look so good like this, baby." She murmured, her cock very obviously rock hard in her pants as she stepped closer to him, her hands landing on his wide hips. "So round- I just wanna keep you like this for as long as I can." She giggled, not caring for the way Damien moaned wearily at the idea.

"Let me check how far along you are, hon." Grace hummed as she sank to her knees, tapping his knee so he'd spread his legs. Damien whimpered as he felt her stick three fingers inside him — He'd long ago forsaken clothing, having deemed them far too hot and sticking to his skin.

"I think its go time, love."

His eyes widened at that, what?! No- nononono, he wasn't ready. He needed a few more hours at least to mentally prepare. "No! I'm not ready, please-" He whined, watching as Grace raised an eyebrow at him. "You can handle this." She huffed, rising to her feet, "No! Please- don't make me push-" "You need to, baby. As soon as you feel the urge, start pushing."

When the contraction that finally pulled that urge to the front hit, Damien refused, clinging to the dresser and crossing his legs. He wasn't- He couldn't! He wasn't ready to deal with even more pain and suffering! He cried loudly as the pressure increased drastically, the baby finally in position to be welcomed into the world.

Grace watched, offering little support as he denied himself the instinct. "You're just making this more difficult, you know." She huffed, watching silently as his belly contracted painfully, forcing the baby downwards whether he liked it or not. Pain flared through his middle section as the baby started its descent.

It was slow- painstakingly so. He felt every miserable centimeter as the baby made its way through his cervix into his birth canal, his refusal to push only making everything so much harder. Grace just watched, her arms crossed as she was clearly not amused with this little show that Damien was putting on. She wasn't going to indulge in his charades.

She walked behind him, opening up a drawer in their nightstand and rummaging through it for a few seconds. Damien couldn't see it, but she pulled out a rather large dildo, setting it on the bed where he wouldn't be able to see unless he turned. She returned to his front, glaring at him.

"I've had enough of this little charade of yours, Damien." She scoffed, "You don't want to have this baby so badly?" She raised an eyebrow, "Then you won't. Not until I say you can. Spread your legs. Now." Grace demanded. It took Damien a few seconds, his hesitation evident before he finally spread them.

A loud gasp left him as the change in position allowed the baby to shift further down, his entrance just beginning to bulge with its head. "I want you to push until this baby comes to a crown, and then you're going to stop. Got it?" She instructed, "And I don't want to see any hesitation from you or hear any talking back."

Damien whimpered, but nodded. When the next contraction hit, he finally gave into the urge, pulling a loud scream from him as it allowed the baby to descend much faster. His entrance bulged painfully around the large head, slowly letting the babe emerge further and further. "FUCK-!" He cried, his legs beginning to tremble as he pushed.

While he was doing this, Grace began setting up the area, suctioning the dildo to the floor while Damien labored in front of her. As soon as she could see the head pull into a proper crown, she snapped, "Stop! Now!"

Damien sobbed as he stopped, the contraction still wrecking his body despite him stopping the effort to let the baby out of him. He watched as Grace rose to her feet, barely having time to notice the dildo on the floor.

Suddenly, Grace did a complete 180, a false smile appearing on her face as she spoke in a sweet tone, "That must've been awful for you, sweetheart. Having to push despite not wanting to." She practically purred, her hands tracing his hardened belly. "I have a solution for that though."

Her hand slid between his thighs, landing on the crowning babies head. Damien didn't register what she was doing until he felt the baby begin to be forced back inside of him, illiciting a loud scream from his throat. "NONONO WHAT ARE YOU DOING-!?" "Doing what you asked, love. This is your punishment. Now you're going to have to do this all over again, but not until I say."

Damien howled in agony as he felt the baby be forced back into his womb, pain flaring through him at how wrong it felt. He'd just been through all of that- no! "Now, kneel." She spat, not letting him have a second to recuperate from the agonizing pain that filled him.

Grace, fed up with his hesitation, grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to his knees, pulling yet another sharp cry from Damien. She hovered him over the dildo, before forcing his hips downwards, spearing him onto the toy with a scream that pained her ears.

"GRACE PLEASE NO- PLEASE GET ME OFF, THIS HURTS-" He sobbed loudly, his arms clinging to her as his belly contracted painfully. The toy was big- it filled his already stretched canal to the brim, and pressed right up against his cervix, not letting anything out. He could feel the baby trying to push out once more, but was blocked, making him whimper loudly.

"You wanted this. Now reap what you sow. We can try again in a few hours." HOURS?! Damien didn't have much of a chance to register what was happening or even protest before handcuffs were placed on his wrists behind his back, and a dildo gag forced in his mouth, causing him to choke for a few seconds. "Have fun!"

With that, Grace left the room, shutting and locking the door behind her. She knew Damien wouldn't be able to get up off the floor, especially with his hands tied. The gag was to make sure she wouldn't be bothered by his screaming.

When she returned a few hours later, Damien was a shell of himself. His belly was visibly contracting, though only pained whines emerged from his lips. Dried tears stained his cheeks as he stared off distantly. Pain had become his entire existence at this point- he just wanted this fucking baby out of him!

"Are you ready to behave yourself, baby?" She hummed, making him flick his head up. It took a minute for him to process what she said, before he vigorously nodded, panting harshly as another contraction went through him. Grace smiled, walking over to pull the gag out of his mouth.

"Yes! Yes I'm ready, pleasepleaseplease let me give birth, I'm sorry! It hurts so bad-" He pled, fresh tears rolling down his cheeks as his birth canal contracted painfully around the intrusion still inside of him. "Good boy. Now lets get you off this dildo, yeah?" She hummed, unlocking the handcuffs and helping him to his feet, leaving the dildo that was now covered in birthing fluids on the floor for right then.

She guided him over to the bed to let him properly sit down- though it felt like the second she lifted him off of it, everything progressed rapidly. The baby began making its descent once more, pulling loud whines out of Damien.

"Now, PUSH." She glared. Damien didn't waste a second before he began pushing, screams he didn't know he could make leaving him as the baby barrelled through him.

"Being so good for me now." Grace purred, her hands resting on his thighs as she watched closely. Damien just whined, quickly turning into a loud yell as the baby came to a bulge at his entrance again. "FUCKFUCKFUCK- Get this baby OUT OF MEEEE-" He cried out, his legs spreading wider as he tried to help it get to a full crown again.

However, it seemed he'd missed his window of opportunity. The baby was moving much slower than before, seeming to inch along at a snails pace. Damien let out a loud, defeated huff as he pushed, though seemed to make little progress. Grace watched for a few minutes, wanting to see if he could get things rolling, though it seemed she'd have to intervene once more.

She reached into the nightstand again, pulling out a vibrator. "I'm gonna help you, sweet boy. You're finally behaving, so you deserve a reward." With that, she turned it on high, pressing it directly to his swollen t-dick.

Damien's eyes widened as he cried out, his body unsure what to process. Both pain and pleasure coursed through him as his back arched, his head throwing itself back. He didn't know whether he wanted to lean into it or pull away- but it was overwhelming all the same. He hated the most though how it actually helped with the pain, making it more bearable as he began to push again.

"Is that better?" She cooed, smiling as he nodded rapidly, barely able to speak now. "Good."

Damien panted as the baby finally came to a full crown, his entrance beginning to burn painfully from the stretch. "Oh fuck-!" He whined, though he wasn't focusing on the pain anymore. No- the pleasure from the vibrator, which had now been upped a level, began to overtake any thought he had. He could feel his climax rising, making him whimper as he felt his abdomen tightening further and further.

"Grace-!" "You can cum. Cum hard- Cum out this baby for us, Damien." She cooed, watching as he finally let go, squirting all down her front as the baby's head popped out. "HOLY FUCK!" He screamed. "Good boy! Look at you!" She grinned happily, watching as his climax lasted for a while. She didn't mind how soaked her front was as he continued to squirt everywhere.

When he was finally done, he collapsed against the bed, loud whines from overstimulation settling in. "You've got this- push out the rest of this baby, hon." Grace patted his leg, trying to give him a sense of encouragement- opposite of what she'd done before. Damien groaned, but obliged, even though his body felt like it was made of jello.

It didn't take much more before the rest of the body slid out of him, making him groan in relief as he was finally empty. "H-holy-" He murmured, his legs shaking as he laid there, Grace holding their infant. "You did so good." She smiled, "You'll do even better next time."

Damien didn't register what she said for a few moments, before his eyes shot open.