late 20s, šADULTS ONLY!š Europe - I like to be extremely pregnant and in hard labour. #roleplay #kink #fetish Queer(non-binary, trans masc butch)
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Name something hotter than making out while in labor and having to pause to moan and grunt through contractions but the kissing and fondling distracts from the pain so you keep going but then your body relaxes too much and needs to start pushing but you donāt wanna push because you wanna keep making out so you keep whimpering and straining and sloppily kissing not knowing when to stop
I'm in last minute nesting mode! Baby has dropped and there is loads of pressure! I've been cramping since this morning but still want to get some things done!
"Feels like the baby is gonna fall out of me" while in a public setting.
Imagine having a full cart of groceries and you suddenly feel everything drop low, your waters dripping against your thigh and your baby rapidly pulling your cervix wide.
My lips pulled into a grimace as a particularly bad cramp rolled into my womb. Air was sucked through my teeth as I gently closed my eyes. My hips slowly swayed from side to side as I gripped the cart full of groceries. The swollen mound poorly hidden under my extra-extra-extra-large hoodie squeezed relentlessly on the brat that had occupied my womb for the last 42 weeks, pulling it down hard. All I did was sigh.
"Roslyn, baby? You okay?" The angelic voice was paired with the feeling of a gentle palm on my lower back, rubbing into my aching spine. I sighed again, but the breath was rougher this time.
"Roslyn..? Uhm... Should we just go home..?"
"S-Sorry El..." I groaned out as the contraction peaked. "Feels like she's gonna fall right out of me..."
The tall blonde next to me blinked, eyes widening behind thick glasses. Her mouth dropped as I rolled my head to one side, coming to gently rest on her chest. I could hear her heartbeat.
"Ros- Roslyn, whaaa... Are you in labor?! Ohmygod, we gotta-" She started, panic taking over her expression. I sighed in relief as the contraction eased up.
"Calm down El, I'm the one in labor here..." I murmured.
"Ohmygod, you are in labor?? We- We have to-"
My head sunk down against the cart as another rough cramp made my womb squeeze harshly. My girlfriend's nervous chattering faded out for a moment, as if I was deaf. I could feel a groan, probably a loud one, rattling through my throat as I tried not to give in.
"Roslyn, can you hear me baby?! Roslyn, please, ohmygod-"
"Uff, that's better..." I suddenly mumbled.
"B-Better? What's bet-" Her voice suddenly stopped; presumably she had seen the dark stain in my crotch I could feel spreading down my legs.
"Oh- Oh no... Roslyn, b-baby, let's go home, we- you gotta-"
"Pants-" I snapped.
"Wh- What..?"
"Get my pants off, she's fucking cominnnnnnngggg-!" I hissed out as my fully dilated cervix gave way to the heavy head behind it, the pressure in my womb sending it rocketing down my all-too-ready canal.
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We sit together in our bed, just the two of us in the quiet of the early morning. You trace circles over my skin, your fingers connecting with the muffled, constricted movements of your baby in my belly.
I'm swollen and round, my big belly sitting low. Though my womb is warm and safe, it's growing much too cramped, and it's about time for our baby to come into the world.
The contractions hit fast and hard, and with each blinding ache I bury myself in your warm chest for comfort. You kiss my hair, hold my hand and reassure me the whole way through.
"Oh, god.." I moan. I can feel every stretched muscle constricting down, and I can feel just how low the head is sitting already, the way it settles above the bowl of my pelvis. The sensation is more intense than ever, and I toss and turn in distress.
"I know, I know. It's alright, you're doing so good." You attempt to reassure me. "It won't be long now and then the hard part will be over."
The contraction channels downwards and i suddenly feel a sense of urgency accompanying the pressure. "Ahhhnnggh, fuck, I feel like I have to push!"
"Okay, wait wait wait!" You jump up to reposition yourself between my legs, never letting go of my hand. "Let me check-"
"It's too late, I'm fucking puushhhingg!!"
It hits like a freight train, and by the time you've reached inside to check my dilation, I'm already bearing down. You don't find my cervix, anyway; the slick, bulging forebag of my unbroken waters dams the way through.
"It's coming. Ngggh.. It's fucking coming, I can feel the head entering my birth canal. Oh god, help!"
"It's ok, it's ok! You got this! Just take a deep breath and push!"
I push silently, my eyes shut tight and brow furrowing. I gasp and let got, and then push again.
You move down between my legs to watch, stroking my big belly comfortingly.
"Thats it, good boy. Keep going, while you have a contraction!"
I take a deep breath and the next contraction starts. I tremble and brace through it.
"Good boy.. here, open your legs up for the baby to come."
You gently spread my thighs wider and even without pushing, I feel my hips being opened up from the inside by the pressure of the contraction. I whimper and shake, crying out in pain.
"I feel something.." I reach down and touch the veil of membranes beginning to protrude from my slit. "Oh my god, is that him?"
You slip your fingers in underneath to see how far back the head is. "No, that's just your waters, but that means he's moving!"
I sigh and take a deep breath. As the next contraction comes I start pushing slowly. I pause and breathe, and with each push, the sac emerges from my opening lips.
"Alright, I need you to give me a big one here, alright? Okay, on three. 1.. 2.. 3.. PUSH! Yeah! Big push!!"
I brace and bear down hard with your instruction. "Push push push!"
You watch as the sac becomes more and more taut as it reaches its limit, the membrane stretching thin around the milky fluid within. Just as you think it ought to break any moment, it bursts from just below my clit. I moan at the sudden release of pressure as the water gushes out of my birth canal, surging out through my slit and pooling onto the towels beneath my hips with a splash.
Now you reach inside again and finally feel the head for the first time.
"Good job, there he is! I can feel him!"
I on the other hand am very, very aware of the position of the head inside me. The release of pressure doesn't last, and the tide lurches the head forward to sit firmly inside the narrow of my pelvis. The pain and intensity is immense, I can't even speak through it.
"Hey. Hey." You take my hand. "You need to breathe, long and slow okay? Take a good slow breath for the baby."
I nod and oblige, but it's not long before the contraction returns in force, and with it, the unbearable urge to push. "Nnnghh.. I need him out of my belly.."
"Alright, here we go again." You say, gently running a hand over the bottom of my belly. I'm already pushing, but you continue to reinforce me. "Come on, push push push!"
"Holy fuck! Unfhhhhh- Aaaaghh! Fuck, I have to give birth!"
"You're doing great, i can see hair! I can see the head!"
I grip at my belly as I push. The baby feels so fucking big, stretching me to the bone, unfolding me so agonizingly in its inescapable fate to be born.
"Push! Push!"
My muscles strain, I shake with the effort. Deep in the throes of labour I push, push, bearing down through the pain. The head comes into view but momentarily, and then retreats back inside the moment I stop pushing.
"Keep those legs spread, babe. You can do it. He's coming!"
It's so constant I can't stop. There's nothing but pressure and pushing, through the feeling of that excruciating stretch. I make progress with every push, my pussy opening slowly but surely.
"Nhhhh.. nnnggghhhh.. gaaaaaaahhhh...!" I moan through the pain.
The head begins to crown bit by bit between my legs with each desperate push.
"Keep pushing! Keep pushing! He's almost here!"
The head slowly approaches the crown, having been pushed all the way through my hips and now bulging out my slick, swollen entrance.
"There you go, you're pushing so good! Your baby's crowning, and you're stretching so well.
There's no stopping it now. I gasp and pant, eyes gaping as I'm blinded by the pain. My pussy stretches to its limit around the huge head, and with one more big push, the nose and chin slip out as the head is born into your waiting hands. You promptly check for the cord, which thankfully isn't around the baby's neck.
My whole birth canal is stretched from the inside out around the rest of the body and I feel the shoulders rotate inside me.
I pant and pant for a moment, and it isn't long before the next desperate contraction. Now is the final stretch.
I push and push, the head wobbles between my legs but doesn't budge. The pain and pressure are immense. The stretching feeling is different, deeper, but what I feel is fullness - so much fullness as the baby's entire body transits my body through my pussy.
"Aghhh, fuck, I can't! It's too much! Get him out of me!"
"No, you have to do it. You can do it! You're doing great!"
"I- can't.."
"Take a deep breath. Deep breaths. Now PUSH. PUSH! You have to push your baby out!
"AAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHHH!!"
You push back my thighs with each hand as I bear down, trying to open my pelvis and free the shoulders. Again the head wobbles from the strain but makes no progress towards being born.
"It's stuck, it's stuck!! I can't get him out! Help me, help me I need to birth him!"
You feel around the head and slip your fingers in under my clit and deeper inside. I moan as you finger my poor, swollen, birthing pussy. You don't find the shoulders, like you expected, but manage to hook your finger around an arm.
"Okay, I've got it! Push! Push for me!"
"Nnnnnghh- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I scream in pain as my hole opens wider as I push. This gives you the perfect opportunity to pull the arm free, sweeping it down over the baby's face.
"That's it! He's coming! Come on, big push! One more big push! PUSH!"
I throw back my head and roar, pushing as hard as I can. You pull and pull, and the rest of the baby begins to slide free of my pussy. With a sudden gush the other arm pops free, born up to the waist. I feel the relief wash over me.
I stop for a moment and breathe, the baby halfway out between my legs beginning to sputter and cry. "You did it!" you cheer. "There's our baby, he's finally here!"
I roll my hips and give one more little shove, and the baby comes slithering the rest of the way out. I collapse with exhaustion for the moment, and you gather your crying baby in your arms for the first time.
(NB, 1 human baby, bus, holding head, refusing to push, didn't know they were pregnant)
Their leggings were soaked. So was their sweater dress ā at least the seat of it ā and the weight that had settled into their hips was uncomfortable. Everything about this was uncomfortable. Their leggings sticking to their thighs, the weight in their hips, the cramps that were making their midriff ache, the heat of the bus making their face flushed, the uncomfortable seat, everything.
Aspen's hand slipped into theirs, lacing their fingers together, and they squeeze a little, in time with one of the insistent cramps. Aspen leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to their temple, squeezing back in support.
"Still cramping?" He asks them, lips still pressed to their temple, and they nod wordlessly, clearing their throat.
"Y-Yeah, it's starting to hurt so bad, Asp," they reply, leaning over to rest their head on his shoulder, their free hand resting over their lower abdomen. "'N there's this likeā¦ weight. I dunno-ouuhhhhā¦" That cramp was so much worse than the ones they'd been having so far, and they bit their lip to keep from crying out at the pain.
"Aspen," Charlie gasps, holding tight to his hand, their hand shaking in his. He pulls their joined hands up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to their knuckles. They smile softly ā though it was strained because of the pain they were in ā pressing a returning kiss to his jaw.
"Hurts," they add, groaning lowly as the next cramp started to tighten around their back and belly.
The weight moved, shoving down, down, down.
It hurt to keep their legs close together now, the weight forcing their thighs apart. Their hips ā which had been feeling loose all day, in a way that they couldn't explain to Aspen when they'd woken up that morning ā were full. The weight was filling them up, taking that loose feeling and instead making it tight, like there wasn't any more room in the bowl of their pelvis.
Charlie's thighs shift, pulling apart to ease the pressure in their hips. Their wet dress rucked up a little, and they can feel just how soaked their seat was. What it was, they weren't sure. It didn't smell like urine, so they weren't worried about that, but it had come from them. The pressure had eased just a little when they'd soaked their seat and their clothes, but that relief was gone now, replaced by that weight in their hips.
Aspen caught onto their movements, the squelch of their soaked seat as they adjusted, his thumb brushing over their knuckles again as he spoke quietly.
"Char?" They whimper in response, biting their lip as the next cramp starts to pull their stomach tight.
"I-Iā¦ I can't keep my legs closed, th-there's something making it hard to keep my legs shut," they whimper, voice shaky. "I think something's coming o-out." Their thighs trembled, the pressure growing between them.
Aspen shakes his hand loose from theirs, moving his hand to their thigh closest to him, fingers gliding along the seam of their leggings to their crotch, up under their dress, fingers pulling their waistband away from their skin and down to feel their labia. It was warm to his touch, pushing away from their body just a little with the weight that was in Charlie's hips.
Experienced fingers gently pushed into their hole, fingertips dipping into their body, meeting the resistance of the weight in their hips. He explored the mass, how fleshy it felt, squishy but not too much give. Charlie's hand gripped Aspen's wrist, hanging onto him in any way as a new cramp pulled their midriff tight, the mass in their hips pressing against Aspen's fingers.
Feeling the weight against his fingertips, exploring what he could feel as it bulged their vagina against their partner's palm.
"Fuck," they breathed, fingertips digging into Aspen's arm as the weight pushed down. Pushed out. "It's coming out," they whine under their breath, trying not to draw any other passengers' attentions to their plight. Whatever it was. Their breath was quick, thighs trembling around Aspen's hand and the mass.
"Breathe, Char. Breathe, baby," Aspen coos, looking at them and pressing a kiss to their sweaty temple. In their sweater dress, sitting in the warmth of the bus coupled with the exertion their body was going through, forcing the mass out of their body, was causing them to sweat. "Just breathe, baby, okay? Let your body do what it's doing, okay?"
Charlie shakes their head quickly, their free hand gripping the hem of their dress. "It's coming out, Asp, I need to get it out." This gives Aspen a shock of panic, looking at Charlie with wide eyes.
"Baby, Charlie, don't. Keep it in, wait till we get to the hospital. Let the doctors help you, baby," he pleads, pressing a kiss to their temple again.
"Please, Asp, I need it out, it hurts." Charlie's desperate now, an urge to give in, to help their body get it out. Their thighs spread a little more, the bulge between their thighs pushes further from their hips, the lips of their vagina pulsing and blood-warm under Aspen's palm.
"Char, breathe, baby, don't get it out, keep it in, baby. Just a little longer, okay? We're only a couple stops away." They instead give in, bearing down with the peak of their cramp, thighs quivering as their head tipped back. Their lips stretched in pain, a thin drawn-out whine hissing through their teeth as they bore down with their body.
Aspen's hand slips down, perfectly cupping their vagina in his palm, holdingā¦ whatever it was inside. It was firm under his hand, pressing into it, and he could feel their labia parting around it. Stretching around it.
They let out a strangled sound as the bus rocks to a stop and a couple other passengers get up, slowly walking through the aisle to disembark. Charlie hunches back in on themself, shrinking in on themself and biting their lip hard to keep themself quiet. For as much as this hurt, they also wanted to keep it between them and Aspen until they got to the hospital. Their nails dug into the skin on Aspen's forearm as they forced themself to keep quiet, instead panting harshly through their nose.
"Asp, please, let me push it out, it hurts so bad, I can't keep it in," they beg, eyes watery as they met Aspen's.
It made his heart break.
"Not yet, baby. We're the next stop, okay? Just a couple more minutes." The bus starts rocking again, moving diligently towards the stop near the emergency room. "Don't push, okay, baby? I've got you, just hold on a little longer, okay?" Even as he begged them not to push, they could feel their body forcing the mass harder against his palm, stretching them further around the girth of it.
His free hand rest over theirs on his forearm, thumb rubbing over their knuckles. "Just a little more, baby. Almost there, we're almost to the hospital." Their body relaxed some, and the mass sank back inside them. They panted, whining under their breath as they writhed a little around Aspen's hand.
"I can't, Aspen, I need it out, it's hurting me!" They whimper, panting through the next cramp, trying to not give in to the urge that was overwhelming their psyche right that moment. Their nails dug in, skin turning white with the strength behind their fingers. They'd feel bad about the blood they drew when all this was over, but right then they were in the middle of the most agonizing event of their life and could only focus on panting and whining through the pain, vision vaguely focused solely on the side of Aspen's face when their eyes were open.
Pink eyes squeeze shut as their body pulls tight again, chest heaving as they pant, head tipping back as they lose themself in the feeling of their body contracting in on itself, trying to expel the mass between their legs.
The next few minutes pass in a repeating rhythm of their body trying to rid itself of the weight ā which they were convinced right then was their entire uterus ā and Aspen holding it back before the bus slowed, rocking to a stop in front of the hospital, a short distance from the emergency room. Aspen pulled his hand from theirs, standing and helping them up, one hand still lightly cupping their crotch before he slowly retracted it, wrapping his hand around their waist and helping them hobble off the bus. They stagger down the stairs, thighs spread wide around the weight, and right as they take a single step towards the emergency room, they're halted, crying out into the air of the parking lot.
Right there, legs spread wide, one hand reaching to cup over their vagina through their leggings, other hand gripping Aspen's tight as they bore down hard. Their body demanded it. It wouldn't let them be a passive passenger to this ride, and they were overtaken by it.
The bulge pushed through their labia, stretching it wider than they'd been before when it was slowly stretching them into Aspen's hand, and they felt it fill out their own palm through the fabric they still wore.
"Asp, it's coming out, it's coming out! Help me, I can't, it's too big, it's coming out!" Aspen quickly kneels in front of them, guiding their hands to his shoulders to hold themself up, his own hands pulling their waistband down, the bulge growing before his eyes. It was wet and tinged red with blood, framed by their vagina, stretching the fabric of their panties away from their body. He quickly pulled those down too, as far as he could with their thighs spread, making room for whatever it was coming out of his partner.
Above him, Charlie tilted their head back as they bore down again, gasping in relief as the burn subsided, part of the mass popping free of them into Aspen's hands as he cupped them over their sore labia. They sobbed in the brief interim of reprieve, body quivering above Aspen as he held the mass in shaky hands.
It turned in their hips, giving Aspen a good look at what he held. He let out a noise of surprise and understanding as Charlie let out a whimper at the movement within.
"Oh," he gasped, looking at the head that he held, letting out a breathy laugh of surprise before he looked up at Charlie. They looked down at him, face pinched in pain as their body pulled tight again, glancing between their thighs towards his hands before their head tipped back again, knees bending ever so slightly as they bore down with their body.
A cry of agony erupted from their throat as both shoulders stretched free of them, the body slipping free into Aspen's hands with a gasp from Charlie. They shakily looked down, slightly scared to see what they'd just pushed free, panting in the aftermath as they saw the baby that was starting to squirm in Aspen's hands.
Both of them traced the cord back inside of them, as if neither of them could believe that that had just happened.
"Well," Aspen started, standing up swiftly and holding Charlie and their new baby close as commotion erupted behind him, an orderly and nurse running over with a wheelchair, "that explains a lot."
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Anyway, hope y'all like this one, I really did enjoy writing it.
Word Count: 1,505 words
Summary: When labor hits hard and fast, a pregnant woman must birth her twins alone while her wife races home from work to be with her.
Author's Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains extremely explicit content involving childbirth and pregnancy. Unassisted solo birth....
I've posted the full uncensored warnings in the Vault to make sure this update doesn't go against the community guidelines of Tumblr ^_^
"Hey babe," she'd started, trying to sound casual even as she gripped the kitchen island, her knuckles white. "Can you maybe... get off work early today?"
Elaine had chuckled, warm and oblivious on the other end. "Aww baby, miss me already? I just got to work an hour ago."
Sheila had swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt another pressure wave building low in her pelvis, the twins shifting and dropping deeper. "Well... d-don't panicā"
"Oh my god, what's wrong?" Elaine's voice had shifted instantly, that protective edge cutting through the playfulness.
"IāI... uhm..." Sheila had panted, the contraction peaking, making her bend forward with a gasp. "Hoooo... uhm..."
"I am coming home!"
"Yeah," Sheila had breathed, her voice breaking as she felt the first real, undeniable urge to push, the pressure slamming down into her hips. "That would be great, please. I don't think I could driāhhhaaahhhhāshit!"
"Babe?"
"Babe, I'm in labor and I feel like pushing."
"What? Already? Okay, okay, okay. Just relax, I'll be home soonā"
The line had gone dead. Sheila couldn't remember if she'd hung up or if the phone had slipped from her sweat-slicked fingers. Either way, Elaine was driving nowāforty minutes out, maybe thirty if she sped, maybe twenty if she was as terrified as Sheila had heard in that final moment.
Now, alone in the living room, Sheila groaned deep in her chest as another contraction ripped through her. "Nnngh... oh fuck," she moaned, shifting onto her hip, throwing one leg over the arm of the couch to brace herself. The position opened her completely, cool air hitting her swollen vulva, her labia thick and dark with arousal and the slick mess of her broken waters.
"Elaine," she whimpered to the empty room, though her wife was still barreling down the highway somewhere, hands white on the wheel, probably cursing every red light. "Baby, I'm sorry... I'm doing it alone."
The urge to push became irresistible. Sheila bore down hard, her belly hardening into a tight, obscene globe.
"HNNNGHH!" she screamed, feeling the first twin's head slam against her stretched, aching flesh, the pressure immense, trying to force her hole open.
The head was so fucking big. She reached between her legs with trembling fingers, finding her own cunt already spreading around the teardrop shape of the crowning skull, her entrance burning as it tried to accommodate the girth.
"Oh god... oh shit," she panted, touching herself, feeling her labia stretched thin, her clit throbbing and engorged above the stretch. She pushed again, screamingā"Ahhh! Fuck, it's burning!"āas the head pressed harder, her flesh bulging and white.
Sheila pushed harder, her hand cupping under the emerging head, feeling amniotic fluid gush around her fingers. But the head wasn't coming fastāit was fighting her, too big, wedged tight in her pelvis. She had to work for every millimeter.
"Nnngh... hnnngh... come on, you big fucking baby," she grunted, bearing down for a solid thirty seconds, her face contorted, her asshole clenching with the effort. The head moved a fraction, her cunt lips stretching wider, the burning intensifying. She released, gasping, then pushed again immediately, not waiting for the contraction to peak, desperate to get the head out.
"Haaah... haaah... shit, shit, you're so big," she sobbed, her fingers tracing the curve of the skull, feeling how much was still inside her, how slowly it was emerging. Push after push, she worked the head down, her hole gaping and straining, fluid leaking around the slow progression.Ā
"Hooo... hoo... hooo... hnngghh," she panted quickly, her breath ragged and desperate, before bearing down again. "Nnngh! Fuck! HNNNGH!"ābefore the head finally, *finally* crowned fully, her flesh stretched impossibly wide around the widest part.
The head sat there, wedged in her entrance, her cunt lips closed around the neck, and she had to pant, had to breathe, her thighs trembling with the effort of holding the stretch.
"Ahhh... ahhh... god... god..." she moaned, her voice breaking. Then, with one final, screaming pushā"YES! FUCKING COME OUT!"āthe head popped free, and she gasped, her hand supporting the heavy weight while she checked for the cordāclearāand bore down immediately for the shoulders.
"Nnngh... hnngh... ahhh!" she groaned as they rotated slowly, slipping through one at a time with wet, sucking sounds, and then the baby was sliding into her hands in a rush of fluid and heat.
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Traffic was slow and silent that day. Stan and Elijah sat bumper to bumper as they had been since Stanās water broke on their driveway. A sharp inhale brought Elijahās hand to the top of Stanās belly.
āFuck theyāre getting worse, how-ugh-how far is the hospital?ā He shook with every word, feeling every muscle in his abdomen tighten more and more.
ā30 minutesā¦ but the gps tacked an hour onto that so weāll see.ā
āUh ahhh fuckkkk I canāt do this, it hurts so bad.ā Elijah stroked his cheek, waiting for the contraction to give way.
āIt hasnāt been that long, Iām sure you still have time.ā But it lasted even longer than the last one, and he had even less time until the next one.
āI canāt do thisā¦ I canāt do thisā¦ I-I think I need to push.ā But Stan knew he needed to push. Heād managed to ignore it for a while but it only got worse.
āNo. No! We need to get to the hospital I mean look at you! Youāre massive and overdue, what if you need a c-section?ā Stan cried out, gripping onto the car door and Elijahās shoulder. He couldnāt think about the worst case scenarios and he couldnāt think about c-sections, all he could think about was pushing.
āItās coming! Iām pushing! I-I-I canāt stop!ā Stan bore down long and hard. He couldnāt hear Elijah telling him to try and hold back, he didnāt see his pussy already bulging in his tight boxer briefs trying to make room for the first kid, and he didnāt notice Elijah pulling over.
āBabyā¦ this canāt happen in the car.ā Elijah looked at him fearfully. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it was going to suck.
āI canāt stopā¦ the pressure is so much, and I canāt deny this urge.ā Stan threw his head back, knowing it wouldnāt be long before the feeling returned.
āListenā¦ there are some things we can do to stop it from happening-ā
āYes. Whatever it is justā¦ yes. I canāt have this baby in the car, it hurts so bad and Iām so big.ā Stan had pondered whether or not twins would be easier than delivering the belly he perceived as one giant kid, but heād convinced himself it was just one baby, big enough to break him
Elijah reached into the back and pulled out a bag. In it, some toys. Stan knew what had to happen.
āOk, your boxers are very, very tight. I thinkā¦ if you canāt stop yourself from pushing they should stop it. If notā¦ā Elijah pulled out a smooth, squishy plug and a chastity belt.
Stan gritted his teeth and scrunched his face up. āPleaseā¦ drive.ā He did his best to stop himself from pushing. It was agony, and every minute; every contraction, the pressure was more and more and more. He was already miserable by the time Elijah managed to get back on the road, but he was fully immersed in his own determination not to push by the time the car made it two feet. āI canāt do itā¦ Iām so sorry baby.ā Stan groaned and gave in, but Elijah wasnāt mad. He was terrified, but he wasnāt mad. After Stan finally released the push he looked down. His pussy was still bulging like crazy, but now the slit was solid.
āOk love heās teardropping. Do you think you can try and hold back again?ā Stan closed his eyes tight and tried, but he felt the baby beginning to crown. He shook his head aggressively. āOk honā¦ donāt be mad.ā Stan looked at him teary eyed and watched his hand find the scalp. His fingers spread around his stretched lips and bulging head and slowly began to apply pressure.
āAhhhhhh! It hurts! D-donāt stop!ā Stan couldnāt even make any noise to deliver the feeling of his own progress being ruined. Every millimeter made him want to push exponentially more, but he knew he couldnāt. Slowly and strenuously he brought his hands to his waistband and tried to peel the soaked underwear off. Elijah stopped for only a moment to bring them to his knees and Stan was forced to hold the descending head in place. Before he knew it, there was a plug in his fluttering hole.
āIām sorry baby we just-ā
āNo. I canāt have this baby in a car. Youāre helping.ā Stanās words descended into a whine, and he felt his body trying to get it out. Elijah could see him shaking, and he saw his cunt trying to expel the plug. He put a hand on it and kissed his lover. They locked eyes and Stan cried out. āIt wants out! Iām trying to so hard!ā Stan began to cry and Elijah wiped the tears away.
āWe can try the beltā¦ it would let it move down a bit.ā Stan swallowed hard and nodded. He gritted his teeth and held onto Elijahās shoulder hard as he moved his hand away. With a pop the plug came out and you could see the head attempting to barrel down. Elijah managed to get the front of the belt on, and Stan sobbed as he sat up for the latch in the back
Stan began to giggle slightly through his sobs. āI thinkā¦ Iām more upset about not being able to see it than I am about not being able to push.ā Elijah burst out laughing and put his arm around him, planting a loving kiss on his cheek.
āWeāre going to spend lots of time with this little one donāt you worry. You can stare at the top of its head for as long as youād like.ā Stan still felt miserable, sore, and desperate to push, but things werenāt so bad when he had Elijah with him.
āOh fuck. Ohhh hmmmmā¦ Iām notā¦ gonnaā¦ā Stan closed his eyes and batted at Elijah for a hand to squeeze. He gave it, happily, and encouraged his husband.
āDonāt talk. Just focus. You can do this.ā Stanās chest heaved as the contraction ended after a few minutes.
āI canāt do itā¦ itās too lowā¦ it burns so fucking much Eli.ā Stan whined as the next one followed almost immediately. āItās trying to get out, I canāt do it! Pleaseā¦ please just let me.ā
Elijah stopped for a second and pondered before regaining his consciousness. āStan, baby, the hospital will be so much safer. I justā¦ need you to be ok.ā
āAggghhā¦ Elijah thatās very sweet, but - Ugh FUCK - I will be ok once I get it out.ā Stan threw his hands up and gripped his headrest with all his might. āFuck why did it happen so fast? I thought - aaaahhhhgg noooo - I thought it was supposed to take days the first time! OW SHIT!ā The only two thoughts in Stanās head were ādonāt pushā and āholy fuck let me pushā.
āBut, b-butā¦ā
āIāve had my exposed pussy on this seat the whole time, except for when I had sex toys in or on it! Pull ovaaahahaahhhh.ā Elijah did as he was told. āHurry up and get this off me!!ā Stan shook as he lifted himself so he could be freed, and the second the two saw the head stretching Stanās lips he bore down. Almost immediately the head was out.
āOh my god youāre doing it! Keep pushing.ā Elijah unbuckled and kneeled on his seat to ensure that he had a good angle.
āFuck! Oh my god it hurts so bad but Iām so glad Iām pushing!ā Elijah kissed the top of Stanās head as he bore down. Even though he whole head was free it was still big enough that the skin of Stanās delicate cunt was white. It bobbed back and forth, the shoulders inching out ever so slowly but never being allowed their full width.
āTake a break love, youāre gonna hurt yourself. Let your hole adjust.ā Stan stopped but sobbed loudly.
āI canāt do it! I justā¦ canāt! Why wonāt it get out!ā Stan writhed in his seat, holding the head and daring himself to pull it out. Elijah put a hand on top of his.
āItās ok. There is no one in this world who I trust to have a baby in a car more than you. Youāre strong, and handsome, and smart, andā¦ā Stan stopped listening and started pushing, he was desperate, āand I know you didnāt want to be pregnant, and I know that you were more sick about growing a person than you were morning sick, and I know that no one has ever tried harder to have a baby than you have, and I know Iāve never been prouder of anyone.ā By the time Elijah was done with his speech Stan sat up and lifted the baby up from his seat, both of them crying loudly.
āThank youā¦ thank you Eliā¦ fuck my pussy hurts so bad.ā Stan laughed half heartedly and wiped his face off. He could still feel his contractions ebbing and flowing gently, but he ignored them, certain that they would fade. āI should probably try to push out the afterbirth, right?ā Stan was still huffing quietly, but he bore down calmly without disturbing his own stillness.
āGently my love.ā Elijah watched as he did; the seat was fully soaked in birth fluids, and the severed umbilical cord lay limp between Stanās legs.
āUgh. Fuck this is heavy.ā Stan tried once more and sucked in through his teeth. A strong pain gripped him again. āNo. No no no no no no, nooooooowwwwww. T-take himā¦ā
āWhy? Whatās wrong? Itās notā¦ oh babe.ā Stan sobbed once more as he realized what was happening. He pushed and felt movement deep inside of him.
āHopefully this one will be as fastā¦ I feel so stupid. How did they miss this?ā He held onto his armrests as his body forced him to push more. He could feel it sliding into his birth canal.
āI guess it happens sometimesā¦ well now we know why you got so big.ā Stan yelped as the contractions peaked right as he had given himself some respite from forcing his second child out.
āI canāt do it again! Aahhhh, nooo get outttt.ā Sweat poured down his skin as he pushed and pushed, his husband watching lovingly as he did his best to encourage him.
āYou can do it. This is justā¦ two for the price of one!ā
āAHHHH FUCK! No! This cost is exponentially worse! Iām so tired.ā Stan looked over at Elijah, the only thing giving him strength in that moment.
āItās ok youāre doing so good. I think Iām starting to see something.ā Stanās pussy has started to bulge, but he was exhausted. His pushes had shortened to only a few mere seconds, and he could barely even feel his body screaming to bear down.
āFuck I need it out. I thinkā¦ you might AHHHHHH NOO!ā Tears rolled down his cheeks and he pushed down once more, holding his belly and squeezing tight. Elijah looked at him curiously, waiting for his response. āFuck you might need to help this time.ā Stan feel back in his seat defeated. He couldnāt see past his belly still, but he could feel the openness of his cunt.
Elijah watched as Stan pushed frantically in short bursts. It wasnāt until the head sat comfortably in his ruined cunt that he answered. āYou want meā¦ to pull?ā
Stan nodded as he hit the door flailing during a push. āY-yes. I canāt do it. It hurts so fucking bad.ā Elijah didnāt. He really didnāt, but he was going to. For Stan.
Stan continued to push, grunting, yelling, shaking, and sobbing until the head popped out. āFUCK ELIJAH.ā Within seconds Elijah had managed to push his fingers past the stretched and ruined skinned of his husbands hole to hold his fingers under the shoulders. āFUCK FUCK NO STOP STOP STOP!ā Elijah didnāt listen and managed to pull out their second child in the midst of Stanās screams.
Stan couldnāt move. All he could do was stare into the barely moving traffic as he nursed the two children heād just delivered in his car
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