Being admitted in active labor to hospital entirely on your own and having to rely on the doctor who you've just been acquainted with entirely for physical and emotional support while you're pushing out another man's baby
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Combined a few of my most recent "oh my God if I had that sort of relationship I'd die" stuff into a really bad fic I wrote on a train. It's not good by any means, but I'm trying to stop writing things and letting them rot
Tags: birth, birth kink, kinky is the theme, preg fet, bdsm like bondage (I described it like hell so I drew a little picture, omg I want one), pup play, dom and sub dynamic, I tried to write sub space but gave up, smut, multiple partners, breeding, light med fet like it's a medical setting but I gave up
1968 words (#shortest fic I've ever written 🗣️‼️)
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Mystery breeder
"That's it, nice and easy." Your husband said as he adjusted your position on the custom dock he made for you for your birthday a couple years ago. Solid oak wood with a nice plush suspension covered in your favorite colour leather, four legs holding you on your stomach by a hip support and locks around your ankles, wrists and neck. "Are you comfortable?"
"Uh-" you shifted your shoulder a little. "Yeah, I think I'm good, lock me down." The dock over your neck was locked into place and so was your binds, you shifted a little to make sure they definitely were in place, the leather cuffs slowly warming against your skin.
You felt a small smack on your ass before your husband came back around so you could see him. "Are you ready, puppy?" When you nodded he started putting the gag in your mouth. "Gonna be real upset if you don't get pregnant from this, gotta try really hard again for me."
You and your husband, James, had been married for five years and both were too horny for your own good and he indulged you in whatever you wanted. Unfortunately, he seemed to have a bit of trouble getting you pregnant when you both finished university after he promised he would so he got together the group of friends that he would pass you around with every so often as well as some other strangers he made sure you didn't know but he assured passed the bar and let them all anonymously ram into you for a day, twenty people going in raw, and you finally got your first child from another man you didn't know, you didn't even know who was in the room with you at any given point. You read an article a few months ago that only children can fall behind socially and you gave him the biggest puppy eyes of your life and managed to get tied up again for your birthday present.
He kissed your forehead and put the blindfold on, your playroom going dark. "I'll see you in a minute, have fun." You heard him walk away, but the door didn't close. Every second you were held there in the quiet dark made your stomach flop around in suspense and excitement. The dock held your hips up, your bare pussy was suspended and open for breeding and you didn't even have to work for it, all you had to do was ovulate and take it.
Someone hummed behind you, lower in register than your husband's- the idea alone made your stomach drop in ways you were not prepared to admit- and he unzipped his pants so slowly you thought you were going to die. You didn't need lube, you didn't need to be stretched, you didn't need any more preparation than what you had already received from James's hands and cock but the first one always catches you.
He pressed in, unbothered about having a human attached to the pussy he was shoving into that he could touch, you were just a wet hole to fuck and he made that perfectly clear. His hands stayed off you the entire time. You could feel him leaning over you a little, he could've had his hands braced on the horse but each push of his hips made your head feel fuzzy as it jutted you forward in your binds. He came extremely fast but it felt so good to be filled with the first bit of baby making cum for the night, you honestly didn't care. The padding on the hip support tilted your pelvis in a way that it all pooled down into your core, it was a good feeling.
The next man was rougher, so much rougher. His hands were large and strong as he lifted your hips from the rig towards his thick cock and slammed you back down again. You sobbed out a moan against your gag, it hurt. His cock hurt, his hands hurt, being pulled and shoved into your very tight restraints hurt but it's what you asked for and you came hard enough to kick and tremble against your restraints. He fucked his cum deep inside you before basically dropping you back down and spitting on your cum fucked pussy as you shakily got yourself comfortable again.
You panted against your gag. You appreciated not being able to see and the blindfold and gag combination did prevent your face from screwing up too much. Unlike the first time, you didn't get as long breaks in between. Constantly, you had someones cock inside you and non of them had any consideration of how the previous treated you. Your stomach hurt and cramped from cumming too much, your head was dizzy from the same issue and where you were bound chaifed like hell. You were just a hole to put cum into, and you were physically not satisfied until you were on your back again, pushing out your second child.
After what you thought was twelve people, although a few slightly blurred together, you heard the snap of a camera. He walked around you, taking a photo every so often at your wet face, at the ball covered in slobber in your mouth, and then to the beginnings of bruises on your hips and your pussy full of cum. You shuddered.
Your blindfold was taken off, you couldn't move your neck enough to see who was standing just behind the wooden dock, but he took your photo from above and then removed your gag. Your mouth was so dry and oddly wet, wet but dehydrated. You swallowed and moved your mouth. "James?"
You didn't get an answer, instead he went back fully behind you and shoved his cock deep inside you. You yelped, it felt so good to yelp without the gag. You let your jaw fall open as he rocked his hips into you, all the noises of a overstimulated breeder coming to surface. You were so full of cum and cock, you knew that you physically couldn't cum again but it didn't mean you didn't want to. It hurt, it hurt so much. It ached as it built and he delighted in the whimpering moan as it took over. He filled you the moment you were done and held it in for a moment, slowly going still and rubbing your back.
"Had enough?" Your husband asked from behind you. "If you haven't I can send them back in."
"No." You panted. It hurt to cum, it hurt to be rigged up. You couldn't end it here. "Send them back in."
He pulled out and patted your side. "You're a good pup, aren't you?" He said before putting the blindfold and gag back in place.
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"Come on, feet up." Your husband instructed to you, the second time, when the doctor said it you simply hadn't registered it. You didn't see the point in having to be covered in the medical gown as he helped you put your legs up in the stirrups, everyone could see your labouring pussy and your fat belly, at least let everyone know you have an amazing rack to go with it. "Good girl."
The doctor sat on a low stool at the foot of your bed between your forced open legs and put his fingers inside you to check progression, your husband lightly pecked your hair and mumbled something about him being on the list for next time. You exhaled deeply. Next time.
"Okay, you do look to be ready." The doctor said as he removed his fingers. You looked up at your husband but it wasn't in fear. This was all you wanted for a year and a half and finally you got it. "On the next one, you can start to push."
Your husband registered that more than you did and stroked your arm. "Gonna push our baby out for me?" He asked, waiting for you to nod. "Go on, grab your thighs, keep yourself open." Because of the stirrups, there probably wasn't a need to do that. However, when you got your next big contraction, you grabbed and sat up a little as you pushed.
"There you go, I know it hurts." He kept his hand on you but kept his eyes down where the stirrups held you open, watching where your baby would soon split you open.
When you let go off your push, you laid back a little and into his petting. "How was that?" He asked gently.
"What I wanted." You hummed. "It's coming again."
"Then push again." He told you before watching you strain yourself up right again. He watched the fat on your pussy get tighter and round out, lips covering the head tightly but still coming down. He lightly rubbed her thigh.
"Hn-!" You forced down another push, it was so tight and you could feel every bit of weight pressing unsupported inside your birth canal. You grabbed at your thighs and pushed the head, enough for a sliver but it was enough to either make you want to cum or cry.
"Disinfectant." The doctor said from between your legs as he smeared some dark yellow liquid over your slowly opening slit, taking it all the way up to your clit and down to your asshole which both made your heart clench. It tingled, you didn't dare say burn because you were going to find out what real burning was very soon.
You brought yourself to sit all the way up, with your husband supporting you up, and pushed. "Aah-! nhhg-!" Your nails went into your thigh as you stretched, it was a good stretch. You pulled the fat of your thighs away from your bulging pussy to compensate for the fact you couldn't get your hips wider, because you needed wider.
"Good girl, doing so good." James rubbed your side slowly. "Pant out this next one, let it stretch."
It hurt too much to let stretch, it was burning as it was and your stomach was cramping in need to get it out, but you found you couldn't disobey him. You leaned almost completely against his hands and panted, like a dog, with your tongue out and everything. You felt the head slowly come to a crown and you had to stop you eyes rolling back lest the doctor thinks there was something wrong or that you were just strange.
You head was out when you pushed again and it brought tears to your eyes. This one was so much bigger than your first, it got the cogs turning about how many large people your husband knew who would fuck you, it was a long list, just how you liked it. You nuzzled into your husband's side as you felt the shoulders turn excruciatingly inside you, his eyes darting between you and your slit.
"Hn- more-" was absolutely not what you intended to whine in a room with other people in it before continuing to push out your baby's shoulder but we all say odd things whilst we're in pain.
Your husband seemed to really enjoy it and stroked your hip lovingly as he watched. "Got a fat one in you, hm? Maybe I should find out which one and get them again." He whispered into your hair, you whined. "You look good with the bigger ones but next time you actually have to struggle, I'll make sure of it."
You were in love, you knew that but a reminder was always interesting and appreciated.
The rest of the body was pulled from you and he cried, the doctor set him down on your stomach and your husband put all of the pillows behind you so you could collapse into something comfortable while you met your new baby.
The idea of having a breeder instead of a boyfriend, having someone who loves you enough to organize you to be bred and full with different people's litters constantly like you're a farm animal
I have just remembered something and it's so stupid but I think someone might enjoy it
Like I had this friend and she was sheltered as fuck like for someone not raised in religion it was concerning how little and how obscured her view of the world was. Anyway, she liked this boy and she intended to have sex with him but didn't actually (too tight so he just came on her pussy instead, bam, that's absolutely intercourse) and life went on.
Well it did until like a week later, I don't know if she was late or if she was just paranoid or what but she was so concerned that he had gotten her pregnant just by cumming on her that she made me take a test with her and this absolutely makes me a shit friend (she was a shit person but that's besides the point it doesn't condone it) but the entire time as we were waiting for her test to develop, all I could think was god, let her be pregnant.
Like, it was biologically impossible, that's simply not how it works, but watching her panic over it was... something. And she wouldn't have gotten rid of it, or at least aborted it, if she was pregnant and that would've put me in a very interesting position as someone she trusted and her being very graphic about very small insignificant things, do you understand what I would've been put through if she was pregnant? It would've been constant feed of updates and complaints and I don't think my heart could take it.
She wasn't, obviously. But what a fun few minutes.
Taking a pregnancy test with your long term partner and being too nervous to look yourself so he does and, looking at the two pink lines, tells you it's negative and you go about your life letting him assure you that you must have something chronic, maybe a thyroid issue, but doctors don't listen to people like you so don't even try when you continued to be sick and put on excessive weight until you were on your knees with the head of the baby you were told wasn't there slowly stretching you open.
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Birth lovers I invite you to watch the IT welcome to Derry series like, I've only watched the first two episodes but it's been a whole lot of birth horror like the first 'scare' was a very graphic culty clothing birth not even before the title screen, it was... ‼️
I'm gonna try to get a screen recording when I find a pirate site that lets me do that without nerfing me but I highly recommend it 🙏
Because like obviously getting knocked up by an orc is what life is worth living for, they are absolutely massive creatures with natural muscle and fat stores that are way bigger than a human- that means way fatter kids than what your human biology would allow and, of course, imagine how fun it was to put it in 😋
However, Orcs are Orcs and don't you just want to fuck a baby into one and watch them push a head out? I want to get an orc pregnant, fucking watch me. I will get my orc character in dnd pregnant somehow. This has gone on a slight tangent.
Y'all know I'm a lover of aliens as my lover and this video came up on my fyp on tik tok and it got my thinking, would I?
And honestly, still yes, most definitely, in my head my aliens aren't really that human shaped but they don't really look like that- somewhat bipedal was the main idea though.
I think I'm going to have to write a strange alien species fic now, fucking watch me
EUGH crazy interpersonal talk but like I need sex help 😭🙏
Like I've mentioned on here before that I'm CRAZY sick and to help manage some of the manageable stuff I'm on some pills and those pills have the side effects to either make it so ALL hormonal birth control just doesn't work any more (I can still get a coil or something but I'm technically SEND and therefore any decisions about procedures goes through my parents and they flat out refused to let me so it's not happening and I can't even go behind their backs 😥) which would be FINE cuz #breeding if on the event I did get knocked up, the doctor who made me sign all the paperwork saying I understood these were the side effects TWO YEARS AFTER BEING ON IT AND DEPENDENT that the best case scenario would be if me and the kid died. Not a good situation so I just (irl) stick to women romance and keep the people with dicks part of my Omni sexuality in fantasy land (hence why I don't really do much wlw stuff on here, I can do that irl, men and monsters are the same level for me)
HOWEVER 😭 I met this really cute and really awesome Dom in a pub who actually likes me and he gives me space and learns about me and takes interest in me and OH MY GOD BIGGEST CRUSH ON THIS MAN HE IS SO INDULGENT IN WHAT I WANT ITS UGH 😫 literally when i first met him he put me into pup space by just talking and touching me and ive just never left it and it's been MONTHS like 5 months of no pussy for this man and he still wants to talk to me 🙏
The issue is that he actually wants to fuck me, like physically put his dick in me. He's mentioned that he wants to do it raw but I think it's okay to go 'oh not raw on the first time you fiend' but like, I've been put off PV sex SO MUCH over the past year, just the idea of it puts me WAY OFF but it doesn't mean I don't like him, you know? And it doesn't mean that I'm not sexually attracted to him because I am, you know? I don't know.
Thing is, we HAVE had the what we like and what we don't like in bdsm convo because we already have a very explicit sexual relationship even though it's just over the Internet (although I have met him and that's how I've met him, it's not that strange) but this is a VERY new kind of ehhhh thing about me- ESPECIALLY SINCE I HAVE THE WORST BREEDING KINK KNOWN TO MAN, LOOK AT MY BLOG 💔- he already knows a few of my boundaries (and DIDN'T take advantage of me when I was drunk out of my mind wanting to blow him in a back alley which is a baseline requirement but that's modern day brownie points) but it's just UGH
I feel like if I explain that I want him, I just don't want his dick in me, that he'll feel like I've just been stringing him along for the past 5 months or I'm scared he'll just do it anyway which is a separate problem entirely.
I don't really know how to solve this issue because he makes it very clear on the fact he wants to fuck me pretty frequently only today he decided he wanted to get organized and make plans to actually do it or for me to call him whenever I like so he can pick me up and fuck me in his car which is... romantic. I didn't know how to answer that so I just ignored him because what the hell am I supposed to say to that? I've been trying to man up the courage to tell him about the 'if you fuck me, you're wearing two condoms, bucko' thing cuz I'm not risking shit in this political climate but I haven't been able to because sexting is 95% fantasy land and I didn't want to ruin the mood with health concerns but I feel like I'm going to have to if I have any chance at keeping him or at least stop him from talking to himself on Instagram messages.
Has anyone been in a similar situation? Can anyone help? Can anyone smack some sense into me? I don't have any friends to tell me I'm doing something wrong so I rely heavily on the Internet for moral support like a psychopath.
The concept of going into labor and making sure you're in the worst possible place to give birth.
Like I was just daydreaming and I was thinking about my waters breaking at home, probably having had contractions for a hot minute, and instead of getting ready to go to the hospital or getting comfortable at home, I immediately hop on the bus and go to town and go to the museum/library (same place in my city it's actually really annoying) and walk around it until there's a baby physically falling out of me.
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We all know that big bellies and big babies are GREAT but might I bring to the table- small belly, big baby.
Like I was talking to this guy at the bus station and the last time I saw them they were pregnant, but I didn't think they were THAT pregnant and they were pretty small in themselves in general and had one of those small but very round bumps (I was doing my best to keep the conversation on mtg so I didn't want to ask details, sometimes nerd beats horny) and I hadn't seen them for a hot minute and obviously they weren't pregnant anymore so I asked and they were more than happy to talk to me about it 🙏
Like apparently they thought they didn't get that big, they would have a smaller -but -definitely -healthy -size -baby because if it wasn't, they would've been told explicitly and it made sense since they were always a small kid. Apparently what happened was that their doctor assumed they understood everything she was talking about and they didn't, so when they went into labor they found out that they didn't have that much fluid in them at all- and amniotic fluid is the cushioning and does usually make up a good amount of the size so what they thought was a 'small' baby was a very fat one with not that much fluid. The more you know.
I want to write a fic with that but I don't know if it's insensitive, I mean it's not like they're gonna find out or anything but like yk
The first time I ever noticed that my whole pregnancy and birth fascination that I had my whole life changed to 'that makes me feel an interesting kind of weird, huh' was with the orcs in the start of the 2016 Warcraft movie, I used to have it on dvd and I kept reminding it to the start after they put the goats life into the baby over and over again and whenever someone asked what I was doing I just said that I liked the orcs and it's an autistic household so that was a reasonable answer 😭
I have no idea what happened the rest of the movie I only remember the start by fucking heart 💀
No because I NEED some more med fet centred birth fics for my general well being 🙏🙏
Like a home birth is nice and good and all, I do understand the appeal but what about having complete strangers forcing you around and touching you, not giving a crap that you're in pain? That your entire breeding hole is out? Being with your partner, who put that litter in you, and having them watch as a doctor has almost his entire hand in you to feel for progress?
And having very little to no say on what happens during your labour, you might have a plan you want to follow but if the doctor deems it 'necessary', he can have you however he likes and put you however he likes and give and withdraw whatever he likes for the sake of your health.
That eat your moots snake thing was an awful way for me to learn that all the people I thought I was moots with on this account I was actually following on my normal main 😭
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Finding a camera at a charity shop with the sd card still in it and getting the absolute pleasure of looking through some strangers memories before you clear it so you don't have to buy a new card. It's mostly of some girl taking videos of herself walking and getting ready and talking to herself since 'its the only way she gets things done quickly' (a direct quote from one of her very lengthy videos trying to get from a bar to the train station that you watched in its entirety).
One of the videos after a vast amount of pictures of a concert, was of her in her hotel room in the same makeup, sitting on the edge of her double bed with the camera set on whatever surface was opposite. "So the concert was good," she began, her hands rested back against the bed. "I think I've thrown my back out or gotten alcohol poisoning or something, which is ridiculous because I'm not old enough to be getting any of those things- I've got young bones and a young liver that can take me jumping around and drinking thank you very much." She argued, with no one, before a hand went to her back and she sighed. "I don't want to die in my sleep in fucking peckham so I'm talking to you until this sorts itself out."
She took a breath and pressed her hand further into her back in an attempt to help relieve the ache. Her face scrunched slightly whilst her hips pressed back into the bed. "Like, this has been going on since the second set." She managed to grumble out. "Don't ask me to math that out- I think it's getting worse, or at least more annoying."
She exhaled deeply, staying still for a moment before she could breathe properly again and lightened her hand. "Fucking burning-" she sighed as she rose to her feet to start pulling her top off, before stopping with it halfway up her stomach to look into the camera. "...it's fine, I'll delete this later." She decided before pulling it fully off along with her skirt. "Don't worry, camera, I'll leave my socks on so we're not gay." She said, before picking up the camera and pointing it downward so it got a good view of her stripey thigh high socks and her light colored panties before setting it back down.
She left the frame for a moment, the white bed sheets and the wall behind it the only thing in view whilst the sound of the tap running from the bathroom echoed faintly, followed by a minute of light groaning from the same direction.
The running water turned off and quiet panting grew as she entered back into the main room. "Camera? Holy shit-" she picked up the camera and pointed it at the long mirror on the back of the closet door beside her bed. Her light blue panties had turned almost see through, a lick of pink staining at the crotch and the insides of her stockings stuck to her and darkened from the wet. More was coming in gradual drips, she closed her legs tightly together but it didn't stop her stockings from getting soaked.
She looked back up at the mirror, a long crease forming between her eyebrows. She looked like she was going to say something but the pain took it out of her, her jaw went tight and trembled as her free hand grabbed for the closet to stay upright. The camera was pointed directly at her face in the mirror, watching her face scrunch up and her jaw fluctuate between tension and letting her cry out whilst her bare chest stuttered for a decent breath.
She dropped the camera, needing two hands to keep her up. That recording ended.
Luckily there was a video immediately after.
She took to lying on the bed, soaked underwear disposed of- although not the socks- and the camera propped up on a pile of pillows on the edge of the bed, giving you the nice view of her lack of underwear; although she was lying with her legs curled to the side so it wasn't too much of an issue.
"So I'm dying." She started. "I'm dying and I'm going to die in peckham." She sighed deeply, moving her legs open completely so you could, in fact, see all of it. All you could see was her pussy, her stomach, the insides of her thighs, the underside of her tits and her face- only because she had it propped up with pillows.
Her stomach physically tightened as her hand grasped for the bed sheets. "Another-" she groaned to the camera. The camera did her no favors, every harsh gasp for air and every groan was caught, the sounds of her pussy clenching was heard with the camera being so close to it.
When she finally managed to relax, she didn't move and just panted. She glanced back at the camera, probably usually the damn thing as a mirror, before she tensed again with a whine. Her entire body was pink from exertion, sweat making a point to get off as much of her makeup as possible.
"There's something coming out of me-!" She huffed as her stomach tensed. She seemed to be right, the camera's focus seemed to pan directly onto the bulge growing behind her mound, slowly working it's way down to her swollen lips. As she worked it down, her groans of pain turned into something pathetic. Her hips shifted and her thighs even closed briefly as she opened up just a little bit, deciding it was already too much and tried to get away from it.
"Hnnn- stop- get out!" She whined, pushing but refusing to remain still. "Ow- oh- no- stop!" The head stretched and split her open far too quickly, a wet sound being caught on the camera, and it was enough for her to stop squirming.
"What the shit? Oh my God- I'm having a fucking baby." Panting, she touched the top of the head sticking out of her. "Oh God, is that blood? Am I bleeding? Shit-"
She groaned out again and returned her grasp to the bed sheets. "No! I'm not doing anything else!" She argued with absolutely nobody as she panted harshly and tried to ignore the head currently sticking out of her. It lasted all about thirty seconds before she was pushing again.
"No, come on!" She whined. "Move! Come out!" She pulled her stockinged knees up to her chest and tried to push that way, the camera having the perfect view of her stretched pussy and asshole and the small tear between the two. When her pussy started to bulge again with the first shoulder, she was sobbing. It popped out along with the second one and she didn't get any relief as the body held her open, continuing to shove it out until it just fell out of her and onto the bed.
"Fuck-" she panted, moving to go check on whatever the hell just came out of her. "I'm not being done for manslaughter, are you okay?" She held the baby for a second before it started crying, she exhaled. "It's fine, we're fine. Shit."
She looked back at the camera and then at the baby and then back at the camera. "I'm so glad I'm not dying in peckham, never coming back to this shit hole ever again. Nope. No." She sighed, going to turn off the camera.
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