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The Heir: Part I

The whole royal family has been murdered, but the hope is not lost. It turns out that the prince's (or king's) servant-lover carries his child and so he is chosen to rule as regent until his child is mature enough to rule. What happens next is up to the author, but I want that baby heir to the throne to get pregnant by the same murderers later on in life.

Hi friends! This is my first time posting on this blog, but long time reader. I've had this one as a WIP for some time now and finally finished it. However, it is not beta read, we die like the entire royal family (almost) so keep that in mind as you read. Or don't I can't tell you what to do. Anyways, I had to split it into at least two parts, possibly more, because there was just too much content to put into one. That said, please enjoy and hopefully it won't take me as long to finish the second part. (But I promise nothing, because life be like that sometimes.)

The Heir: Part I

You nearly fainted when you heard the news. The entire royal family had been murdered in the dead of night.

Every single person except the one in your womb. The product of your secret and passionate lovemaking with the prince. You now carried the only remaining member of the royal family and it would be several months before they entered the world.

You were barely showing, but a small bump could be seen beneath your tunic if one was looking for it. Hiding it would soon become an impossibility. Then you would have to make the decision of weather or not to tell the truth of the child's heritage.

Your hand rested on your bump as tears streamed down your face. Heart aching from the loss of your prince. Your love. You may have only been his man servant, but he never treated you as such. The love and passion between you both was real. The prince had expressed many times the desire to marry you and to bed you (though he'd already done the latter several times already; he wanted to do it as your husband.) If you could run away together that would've been wonderful, but too many responsibilities rested on the prince's shoulders.

You remembered telling the prince you were with child and that he was the father. You'd feared he would be angry or tell you to leave and not return until the child was born, but your trepidations were put to rest when a look of elation spread across his face and he embraced you, spinning around with you in his arms.

You both had planned to come forward and tell the Queens. The two of you wanted to wait until your pregnancy was further along though so that there would be no question. But that time never came. The prince and the royal family had been taken from you . Now, they would never know. The prince would never get to meet their child. The Queens would never become grandparents. And you were certain that you would never love again.

Weeks passed. The kingdom mourned the loss of the royals and with the void of rulers the few advisors left were either scrambling for power or trying to find a replacement for the throne. You wondered if your position as a servant to the royal family would no longer hold up and you would have to find a new home, but seemingly in the chaos no one seemed to pay you any mind. The child in your womb steadily grew and soon enough you could no longer hide the swell of your middle. You began to feel the occasional flutter of movement within you. It was an odd yet wonderful sensation. The lower part of your belly had become quite firm and gently rubbing it soothed you in more ways than one.

You recently caught wind of pregnant women and men all over the kingdom were filing in to lay claim that they carried the unborn heir to the throne. It got bad enough that the council asked the high mage to verify the claims. So far, no one was found to be telling the truth and were merely trying their hand at becoming royalty. You decided to come forward with the truth, not because you wanted the throne, but because you wanted the child in your womb, the heir of your prince, to grow up in its rightful place.

"Yes? What do you want," The councilman said to you upon walking into the main hall and asking for audience. This particular councilman was a grisly man who looked far older than his true age, a beard of more salt than pepper, a tunic of yellow and grey, and a brow that seemed to be eternally stuck in a scowl. He was also the council member acting as regent until a new ruler was found, a role that he seemed far to content to fill. This was someone you very rarely wanted to cross paths with, but given the circumstances, you had no other choice.

One of your hands rested on your growing bump subconsciously. It had become a comforting thing to do in moments of anxiousness.

You took a shaky breath. "I am...*was*the chamber servant of the late prince. I am come to say that I carry his heir in my womb."

A number of scoffs echoed off the walls and several eyes rolled. "Another one, I see. Boy, do you know how many people we've had just today coming in here and saying that?" His voice had an unpleasant gruffness to it.

"I understand, but--"

"Is it position you want? Coin? Then you are out of fortune and you will have to wait just like everyone el--" The councilman paused as someone leaned over and whispered in his ear. You recognized them as a fellow chamber servant. You had both been in the castle for a handful of years. Whatever information was being relayed caused for confusion and mild shock to cross the councilman's face. A few moments of deafening silence passed as you waited for a further reply. Then he finally spoke.

"I have been informed that while you and the prince were able to hide it well enough from the nobles of the court, it was a less well-kept secret amongst the servants of this castle, your relations with the prince." He said with a hint of displeasure. The councilman stroked his chin in thought. "I suppose that however unlikely it is that you do carry the heir to the throne, there is no harm in verifying this claim."

He motioned to the high mage who stepped forward. He was a tall man in long robes of grey and blue. He had a much kinder face than that of the councilman, younger too. If you had to guess he couldn't be more than four or five years your senior. His hair was dark, like the oak of the wardrobe in the prince's chambers, and his jawline had the hints of a beard the same color.

"This way, if you would." The mage gestured to a door off to the side. You went into the room and heard the door close behind you. The mage and the councilman had followed you en suite. You looked around, taking in the room. It was not a large room. It contained only a chair in one corner and a thin table against the wall on the left. There were a number of phials and various jars organized in no discernable manner on its surface. You suspected that the room had been turned into a temporary place to test the claims to the throne. The afternoon sun shone through the angular window in the wall directly across from the door.

"Let us get on with this." The councilman sighed in exasperation as he sat in the lone chair. "Remove your tunic." He said, waving a hand.

Confusion and concern creep onto your face. "What?" You breath.

"Did I stutter, boy? Remove your tunic."

"I--what ever for?" Your hand protectively found your belly once more.

The mage stepped forward with a sympathetic expression. "In order to accurately determine whether or not the child you carry is the prince's I need to be able to touch your belly directly. Unfortunately it will not work through clothing. Only your tunic need be removed though."

You let out a breath of relief and give a nod of comprehension. After doffing your tunic you are left in only your trousers, belly full on display. You made the mistake of making eye contact with the councilman who seemed to be staring at your obvious bump and giving a look of disgust.

"If I may?" The mage was hovering a hand over your rounded stomach. You nodded your consent and he pressed his hand against your swollen bump, gently rubbing as if to find a good spot. His hand paused low on your belly; lower than you were expecting to. The sensation felt so wonderful you had to keep yourself from letting out a small whine. It was the first time anyone else had touched your stomach since the prince died and you'd forgotten how much you loved the feeling.

"I apologize if my hands are cold. " Apparently, you hadn't done as good of a job at staying quiet as you thought. You felt your face get hot.

"It's alright." His hands were quite warm, in fact, but you weren't about to tell him that wasn't why you made the sound.

You happened to look over to the mage's other hand which was lightly fisted. From the edges you could see the tiny wisps of hair poking out. It was the same auburn color as the prince's.

You saw a pulse of magic radiate from the mage's hand and permeate your belly. It felt somewhat strange, but not unpleasant; merely odd. Nothing appeared to happen for a few seconds until the hair grasped in the mage's hand began to emit a soft, glowing light.

He locked eyes with you, giving you a comforting grin. That was when you noticed he had the most vibrant sapphire eyes. The mage looked over to the councilman, almost with satisfaction. "He speaks truth. The child is the prince's heir."

It may have been the lighting or perhaps your imagination, but the councilman seemed to sneer at the revelation. "Well then, I shall relay this to the rest of the council members and we shall decide what course of action to take. Until then, keep this information to yourselves. We wouldn't want anyone coming after you as well, now would we?" And with that not-so-subtle-threatening-tone he stood and exited the room, leaving you alone with the mage - who still had his hand on your belly, practically cradling it fondly - and your wild thoughts that contemplated the councilman's meaning.

"So....should I return to my chambers?"

"Right, sorry" The mage seemed to realize where his hand still was and pulled away. You couldn't help but miss the sensation of someone lightly caressing your swollen bump. "That would likely be wisest idea for the time being. Do you....I could escort you if you'd like?"

You offered a gentle grin to match his. "Thank you, but there's no need. I know the way. It may not be a secret to anyone in the castle that I am with child, but as far as anyone else is concerned they all think it was from one night at the tavern." You rub your belly in fond amusement.

"Of course," He sounded disappointed as he handed you back your tunic. "Should you need anything though do not feel that I would be burdened to help you. Anything, truly."

Something was hinted in the mage's tone, though you couldn't quite discern what. You could tell it was kindly meant regardless. "Thank you, I shall remember that."

"My liege, are you alright?" The mage asked.

You rubbed your large, swollen belly as a wave of discomfort passed through. "I'm fine, thank you."

Months had gone by since you came forth and shared that you were pregnant with the heir to the throne and two days after that you were named regent until the time came where your child was old enough to rule. In that same passage of time you only continued to grow. You had been quite surprised with how quickly and how much your belly swelled in the most recent weeks. You could feel every kick and movement of the babe within your womb. They were quite an active one, though you more often than not enjoyed the feeling. Your time would soon be upon you to give birth and though you couldn't be certain to the exact day or time, you suspected you had less than a month left. Wrapping your head around the fact that your belly would only continue to become larger and more rounded until that time came was daunting and somewhat difficult, yet there was also excitement at the thought. You imagined being even heavier with child, your middle swelling more and more, pushing out further and making it so you had to spread your legs when you sat.

The notion made the discomfort melt away and in all honesty made you want to be filled all over again.

"I think I need to retire to my chambers. Please, be my escort." One of your hands supported your lower belly as you stood from your chair, robes cascading down to the floor. At this stage of your pregnancy none of your trousers fit nor were they comfortable to wear and so you opted for something more freeing. not to mention it made it much easier for you to sate your needs when the urge arose.

"Of course, my liege."

As you walked you could feel gravity pulling at your heavy abdomen. Your back often hurt from the weight of your stomach and little did to alleviate that soreness. You made it to the door and the mage opened it and you made a beeline for the bed. Since becoming regent you were moved to the royal bedchambers. Compared to your previous cot of a bed - save for the nights spent with the prince - this one was incredible, especially in the latter months of your pregnancy. The framing alone was intricate and tall, made entirely of a dark colored wood, with strong pillars at each corner and a canopy over the top. The bedding was fluffy and soft with a rich purple and red design.

You managed to kick off your boots, using one hand to balance yourself against a pillar and the other supporting the firm underside of your large abdomen.

"Would you like me to massage you, sire?" You nodded in almost desperate affirmation and doffed your robes, leaving you in nothing but your undergarments. There was a cushioned chest at the foot of the bed that you knelt on and rested your arms on the bed, letting your heavy belly hang down. You felt the skilled hands of the mage deftly begin their work of massaging your lower back, making your muscles relax and offering momentary relief.

This was something the mage had offered a few months prior when you first were experiencing discomfort. You were uncertain initially, but he proved to be quite adept at massaging and in addition to his magic, it felt heavenly. Since then it had become something of a routine between the two of you. Both of you had developed a somewhat close relationship since your first interaction. And while you still mourned the loss of your prince, it was incredibly wonderful to have someone at your side during this time. It was as if the gods had sent someone in the prince's stead to be your tether and fulfill certain needs.

The mage moved their hands up and down your back and around your sides, each time he seemed to go closer to your gravid belly. You could feel his magic pulsating outwards into your body. The instant his fingers brushed against your stomach a shiver of excitement coursed through you. His hands went further and massaged the sides of your swollen middle. You let out a small whine.

"I'm sorry, am I pressing too hard?" The mage asked.

"No, please don't stop." You said a little too quickly. He obeyed your command and resumed his ministrations. You couldn't help but rub a hand over your mound that nearly touched the bed beneath you.

During the entire time knowing the mage, you had felt a connection between you and him. Truthfully the only reason you had not asked him to bed you was out of respect and guilt for your deceased prince. You knew that you would never truly move on. However, you also knew at that moment you wanted something that could only be satiated by another being. You wanted to be filled.

Your hand rubbed the massive expanse of your rounded stomach, your hips rocked forward slightly and moan escaped your lips.

"Are you well, my liege?"

"I want you inside me." You whined breathily.

".....Sorry?"

"I need you inside me." You said with more desperation.

There was a long pause and you worried that he'd been scared away, but then you felt his hands snake around your sides and palm the heavy underside of your still growing belly. You felt his body press against yours and him lean down to whisper in your ear. "I thought you'd never ask."

That alone nearly made you cum.

His hands roamed over the swell of your tummy, eliciting a series of moans from you. His hips grinded against your ass, teasing your already wet hole. Then he tugged slightly at the hem of your undergarments.

"May I?" He asked.

"Yes."

With that they were shimmied down to your knees, leaving your hole open and vulnerable. The mage pressed back up against you and you felt his bare cock brush against your hole.

He whispered in a sultry voice. "You want me inside you, my liege?"

You whimpered. "Yes."

He thrust his cock inside of you, your vision went white with ecstasy, and you came all over the bed. One of his hands held your hips flush against his and the other kept rubbing your swollen belly, hardening your cock all over again. His cock moved in and out of your pulsing, wet hole. He pounded so deep inside of you, reaching your cervix and sending a crashing wave of ecstasy washing over your entire being. Breathless moans could be heard from either one of you as you each grind in tandem, pushing him deeper and deeper inside. You felt his cock get even bigger inside your tight hole and suddenly his hips stuttered and you felt his spend flood your womb, filling your swollen belly even more as another orgasm made you quiver with breathless pleasure.

The two of you went for countless more rounds, each time somehow better than the last. You were quite amazed with how much cum the mage had pumped inside of you. It was so much that each time your belly swelled even more, pushing it out further. You couldn't help but rub your swollen mound, savoring the feeling of being so full.

After you both felt satisfied you and the mage lay cuddled underneath the sheets of your bed with a stitch of clothing nowhere to be found. The mage was softly rubbing your belly as you contentedly rested next to him.

You observed him for a time before finally speaking. "How long have you wanted to bed me?"

The mage turned bright red and avoided eye contact. It was rather endearing. "If I'm being honest..quite awhile. Forgive me for being imprudent."

You chuckled quietly. "It isn't imprudent. At least not to me. In truth I've wanted the same for some time now too."

"...You have?"

"I have. The only thing that stopped me before was feeling like it was a betrayal to the late prince." You said solemnly. "But in the very realness of the situation, he is gone and I am here, heavily pregnant with his child, now the regent of a kingdom and I--I cannot do any of this alone."

The mage continued to rub your belly with a fondness. He locked eyes with you. "If you will allow me to remain by your side, you will not have to."

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. All you could do was nod in eager gratitude and simper with joy. The mage leaned leaned closer. His hand left your belly and he brought it to hover next your face and paused, as if unsure whether or not to go further. Then he cupped your face ever so gently.

"May...may I kiss you?"

You smiled and nodded again. He kissed you tentatively at first, as if he were afraid to overwhelm you, but you melted anyways and it quickly turned into a kiss of passion.

It was in the middle of a court gathering that your waters broke.

You'd been feeling poorly for most of the morning, rubbing your massive belly to soothe the occasional discomfort and tightening sensation. For several hours you would feel your stomach squeeze slightly, but it wasn't enough to make you think you were going into labor. You still weren't due for another week, you thought. Or had you miss-counted and you were supposed to give birth a week ago? At this point you couldn't keep the days straight. All of them blurred together between all of your duties as regent, preparing for the coming heir, and taking every free moment you could spare to spend with the mage; often times those moments leading to wonderful ecstasy.

Your belly had dropped quite a bit about a fortnight prior and you couldn't help but keep your hand low on your swell as you walked the halls. While you greatly looked forward to holding your child and being able to sleep comfortably again, you were also loathe to feel empty and for your belly to no longer be swollen. Just the mere reminder of how big and heavy you were at that moment made you somewhat aroused, but sadly you dismissed the urges as best you could as you were still meant to be listening to your advisors reports.

You sat on the throne, to anyone likely appearing magnificent, radiant, and almost ethereal, but also heavily pregnant with your belly spilling into your lap. You'd only grown more with each passing day. Just when you thought you couldn't anymore, your belly seemed to mock you and swell even further.

Your mage stood just to your right. It gave you a comfort that he was close by both as your closest advisor and now your lover. One of the court members one droning on about something or another when a great tightening of your belly made you wince and let out a small groan as you rubbed the area. Then you felt your drawers become damp with warm fluid and panic flooded your mind.

The mage was at your side in an instant. "My liege?"

"I--I think my waters have broken." Your voice quivered.

Truthfully you don't remember the next few minutes. Only a cacophony of voices and people rushing to your aid. Arms supporting you as you stood from your chair, one of your hands holding your gravid belly and the other gripping onto your mage's hand like a lifeline. The journey to your bedchambers seemed eternal and each successive contraction only worsened the situation. Just as you are crossing the threshold of your room your belly tightens. The air leaves your chest and you do your best to breath through it, massaging your swollen middle. You can feel your baby dropping lower into your pelvis by the minute. It wouldn't be long before the need to push would become overwhelming.

At last you make it to your bed with the mage trailing close behind you. For some reason standing felt better than sitting had, so you grab hold of the bedframe, swaying your hips back and forth. This briefly soothes your discomfort, but only until another contraction ripples across your stomach. You groan in pain, and yet, the feeling of the baby being so low in your pelvis is exhilarating, making you ever so slightly more wet. A moment of clarity reminded you that you needed to remove your undergarments, only to realize that either you or the mage had removed them after arriving in your bedchamber.

Your abdomen tightened again, permeating you with pain. You rubbed your swollen belly in the hopes that it would alleviate some of the pain, breathing through it as best you can. At some point the royal physician examined you between contractions and said that while you have begun the birthing process, your body is not yet ready to push out the babe. You have to wait.

And so you wait.

And wait.

Hours pass of near agonizing contractions. The mage's comforting presence and caresses to your belly were all that kept you sane.

You aren't sure exactly how long has passed but it feels like an eternity of enduring contractions, however they are getting closer together. Soon enough, you feel an undeniable urge.

"I--I need to push!" You moaned. For some reason half sitting half squatting at the foot of the bed is what felt right to you. The mage sat behind you, supporting your upper body. The midwife and physician were positioned beneath you, ready to catch the babe once it was released from the folds of your entrance. You screamed as another contraction ripples across your taught abdomen and you bore down with it, pushing as hard as you can. You felt your entrance widening impossibly as the head came through. With the next contraction and push, the doctor told you the head is out and moments later you felt the rest of the baby slide out of your stretched hole, followed by a shrill wail.

"It's a healthy boy!" Said the physician. You hardly noticed your pain once your and the late prince' baby was placed on your chest. You couldn't help but sob in happiness as you looked at your child. Your only wish at that moment was that the prince could have met his son.

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I've Changed My Mind

This story answers multiple prompts:

8.10 May I request something really fluffy? Like at first you don’t want kids but then your husband just cums into you and you just roll with it, knowing it makes him happy?

28.11 Request: could someone write some mindbreak stories, please? Like, somebody doesn’t want to be pregnant, but it’s forced on them, and they end up gradually becoming addicted to/horny from the feeling of being massively pregnant.

38.4 Can I request a story with a loving couple female and male giving birth in the bed the baby was made in the male is turned on by the female giving birth

77.5 Can a request a home a birth with wife and husband having sex is what causes Labor and loving husband Helps wife give birth

127.6. Boyfriend gets girlfriend pregnant. They enjoy the changes her body goes through as her belly swells and breasts grow tender and heavy. By the end of her third trimester, girlfriend discovers she loves being so full and heavy with the babies of the man she loves, and wants to be constantly heavily pregnant. By the time she’s holding their first child in her arms and her milk comes in, boyfriend is already getting ready to impregnate her again. Fluffy and loving please :)

You never wanted kids of your own.

Well, not never. It started when you were thirteen. You had just grown into a new young adult body and your eighteen-year-old sister went and got pregnant. Three years of her living in the same house with a newborn, then a toddler, enduring the sound of a small human with no volume control at all hours of the day was not how you imagined your high school years. And it wasn’t even your child. As an adult, you still love your niece with all your heart, but you would never want a child of your own.

In college, you met your future husband, and you were married shortly after. He only ever wanted one child, if any at all. But he admitted that he had a pregnancy fetish, which he always claimed didn’t mean he wanted kids - he liked looking at it, but wasn’t excited about the possibility of actually raising a child.

You two were always very careful about it. You took your pills daily, he always wore condoms. And you weren’t averse to a blowjob or letting him spill himself on your body. In fact, you loved watching what you could do to him, making him explode just with your natural God-given body. Half the time you’d even dress up with a fake belly and really drive him wild. He’d return the favor, too. Sometimes he would feel particularly relentless and you’d cum four, maybe five times before you were literally begging him to let you catch a break.

Location was no object. There wasn’t a single room in your house that hadn’t seen some kind of sexual activity. You still considered your proudest moment to be when you squatted down on him while he was busy changing the oil on your car. Your car wasn’t the only one getting some fluids that day.

Present day.

You’re on a cruise for your fifth anniversary. You splurged and got one of the higher suites. Earlier today he treated you to all kinds of spa treatments, then you both dressed to the nines for formal dining night. Now back in your cabin you stand demurely before him as he slowly slips your dress off your shoulders, letting it pile on the floor around your ankles. His eyes widen as it does; he didn’t notice earlier exactly how sheer the bra was that you had put on underneath the dress.

Of course it’s not going to stay on for long.

You do the rest, unhooking the bra and letting it drop on top of the dress. For the first time he registers that you weren’t wearing any panties all night. You long and ache for this man who has cared for you and your wishes so well over the past five years, just as much as you care for him and his. You don’t want to just fuck and go to sleep. You want passion, but not violence. You want romance and tenderness. You slowly step over to the bed and slip under the covers, making sure he got a good look at you. Come make love to me, you tell him, never mind how cheesy the words sound coming out of you. You made it sound like a desperate plea, which you know he would never be able to refuse. Soon he slides in behind you. You feel him pressed against you as his lips explore your hair, neck, and shoulders.

And then he’s there, in you, thrusting as slowly and tenderly as he can manage, doting on you the whole time. You take the time to enjoy every sensation as your hips roll with his thrusts, your breath comes in bursts. Something about the way the ship smoothly rolls while the two of you move with loving intensity heightens your awareness of everything around you - the way his cock feels inside you, his lips trailing all over your skin, the fingers entwined in your hair, the palm resting on your abdomen. It’s blissful beyond words. You don’t want to give up this moment.

Something nags at your mind and you remember that you didn’t take your pill this morning. You were too excited about the day and because your routine wasn’t normal you totally spaced it. And yet, as you think about it, you think about your husband behind you. How he has so carefully provided for you these last five years. How much he gives for you, and how much you give back, and how well your relationship works, and how it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to make sure these values were passed on. You can’t explain it, but you just can’t tell him about the pill. And you can’t make him stop now. He doesn’t deserve that, you tell yourself. And soon the time for the decision is past anyway as you feel him tense up and unload every drop of fluid he could possibly give you, flooding your body with the possibility of a baby.

You should be panicking, you tell yourself. You don’t want kids. You’re not protected.

True, says the inner response as you press yourself as tightly into him as you can and he tightens his hold around you comfortingly. But maybe… maybe one wouldn’t be so bad. As you move your hand to your belly where his is already resting, you imagine what you’d look like pregnant for real. He already goes wild enough when you fake it. Imagine what he would do to feel the real thing, not fabric, but your own skin stretched over a baby bump..

Are you disappointed or relieved? It’s hard to tell. The idea of having your own children is still very negative. But there’s something about the words “Not Pregnant” on the stick that make it feel… sad.

The missed period was a wakeup call. You almost panicked, rushing to the store to get a test, hoping and praying all the way that it would be negative. You almost couldn’t wait for the timer you set.

And your prayers were answered. Not pregnant.

So why do you feel empty?

Your husband’s at work. He won’t be home for another four hours. You decide to make things really nice for him. And when it’s time for him to leave the office, the house is sparkling clean. You’ve put on a fake belly for him, then your (well, his) favorite black dress over it. It’s his favorite because it emphasizes your figure so well, and it allows you to take your boobs out and just let them breathe. Or let them drive him wild. Whatever.

When he gets home, he barely has time to say hello before he sees your pregnancy figure advancing toward him, you pressing your lips against his as your hands fumble with his belt and pull out his hardening cock. You step back, stroking his cock on your belly, never mind the dress being there, you know it’s the shape that turns him on. And you want to look at his eyes, but your gaze is drawn to the appendage you’re holding in your hand, the power that it has to make your body transform into this for real. And you say things to him, affirmations, things like how he wants to have a pregnant wife, how he loves filling you up and imagining the result. It’s not long before his cum is shooting out of him, hitting the underside of your breasts, dripping and pooling all over your dress, a dead giveaway to the arousal that your pregnant look causes him.

The next morning you completely disregard your pills.

That night he takes you out, fancy dinner, live theater instead of a movie. The whole time in the car his hand is either on the steering wheel or venturing between your legs. There is no in between. You’re pretty sure the driver next to you at that red light saw when you were cumming at your husband’s relentless touch, but who cares - you’ll probably never see him again.

By the time the evening is over and you arrive back at home, you’re a quivering, dripping mess. You’ve been glancing at him on the drive home and you can see how desperate he is for a release, and you are going to give it to him. You walk into the house and don’t even make it through the kitchen. The arousal has taken you over, you have to breed now. You stop at the kitchen sink and flip your dress up, wordlessly begging him to take you. And he gets the message. All you hear is his belt and zipper, barely enough time for him to take his cock out of his pants before it is inside you, thrusting as hard as you could ever imagine. You push back on him, encouraging him to go as deep as possible, as you put your fingers on your clit and try to tease yourself up to the brink, holding off so you can cum with him. It only takes a minute before he unloads inside of you, and you make that one last push to send yourself into an orgasm that wracks your body with pleasurable spasms. Your knees go weak and you drop, making him fall out of you and empty a couple of last spurts on your dress.

But it was enough. You felt your cervix pulsing, drawing in his semen, trying to make a baby. Even with some of it dripping out of your hungry hole, you know the instincts worked. You’re in heat, badly wanting his baby. And you still haven’t told him it’s for real.

Every morning after, if you wake up before him, you start with waking up his cock and then riding him to completion. And if he’s awake first, you present yourself to him and let him fill you. It’s the same almost every night. You hardly ever start or end your day without his cum inside you. He still doesn’t know it’s on purpose. The first time after you stopped the pills when he calls you his breeding slut, you cum instantly, because now you know it’s true instead of just play.

There aren’t any more periods after that. Soon the stick says “Pregnant,” and keeps doing so every time you try that week. And you still don’t tell him. When the morning sickness starts, however, he puts two and two together - the pills still in the medicine cabinet, the eagerness for sex, the sickness without fever. He pulls you aside. “I think someone’s pregnant.” “Yes, sir, she is,” you reply.

Your routine hardly changes over the next few weeks, except now every day he’s feeling your belly, trying to catch the first time that it feels firmer, confirming that his baby is inside you. On that first day, he takes the day off, spending the entire day naked with you at home, insisting on cumming in and on you at every opportunity.

Then you start to show, and your rounding belly is now his favorite thing about you. He can’t keep his hands off of it, caressing your body, keeping a protective hand on you, using your bump for leverage when you fuck. His cum starts landing on your belly more often than anywhere else, if he’s not emptying himself into your already full womb. And your breasts, swelling and heavier as they prepare your milk, his eyes are on them more than your face when he talks to you. Through it all, he still treats you like a prize, making sure you’re taken care of before anything else, the loving husband you dreamed about as a girl.

The gender ultrasound says it’s a girl. You’re both ecstatic, not that you didn’t want a boy, but now you know how to shop. During the baby shopping spree, he also buys you maternity dresses, dresses designed to enhance the bump and pull down for breast access. That last feature is supposed to be for relief rather than pleasure, but you know what he wants it for.

And then she starts moving inside you, first only for you to feel, then for him. The entire experience is enough to set you off, giddy like a… well, like a new mother. The movements inside you, especially the ones that he can see pushing out from your belly, are a whole-new turn-on for him. You’re not safe anywhere in your own house, he could be horny at any moment and desperate to use his wife to get off, and you’re all too eager to roll with it. You dress up and doll up for him. You sit like an ornament for him as he puts the nursery furniture together. You send him naughty messages and pictures at work, even a couple of videos of you reaching around your big belly to masturbate. Every night you fall asleep with his mouth on your nipples and his hand on your belly. By the time you’re full term, there’s not a room in your house that hasn’t seen sex, no part of your body that hasn’t been cummed on.

A sadness sets in. You don’t want it to end.

You always planned for a homebirth. Hospitals stress you out. Thinking about birthing in the same bed the baby was conceived in, it all feels like it’s coming full circle, and you’re as excited about that as you are disappointed that you won’t be pregnant anymore. As your due date approaches, you ask a favor. No more animalistic fucking. Just love and tenderness. Your body is still his, but you want to slow down and feel all of the attention, really concentrate on it and feel the bond between two lovers and parents, united by the baby she will soon bear.

You start feeling the first real contractions three days past your due date. They wake you in the early morning hours just before sunrise. A hand goes to your belly and you hold it there with a contented sigh. And you lie there for a while, timing the contractions, making sure they’re the real thing before you roll over (with difficulty) to face your husband and try to nudge him awake. No response. He’s facing you, though, so you have other options. Shifting up slightly, you take a breast and guide the nipple to his mouth. It only takes a few seconds before he starts licking and sucking on it in his sleep. That stimulates a reaction below his waist and you wrap your hand around it, gently stroking as he slowly wakes up and realizes what’s going on.

You tell him it’s time and he’s instantly alert and panicking, but you slow him down. “Shh,” you say. “It’s still early. Just lie here with me. Let’s enjoy the next few hours together.”

The two of you snuggle up together and he rubs your belly as you labor. Soon you know you need something more, something to take away from the growing discomfort, and you ask him to make love to you, to enjoy his pregnant wife one more time. “But don’t cum yet,” you say. “I want to feel you in me as long as I can. Let me feel how you made this baby inside me before I birth her for you.”

And just like that, he’s slipping inside you, gently pushing in and pulling out, giving you something else to focus on instead of the contractions. His hands massage your breasts, you push them forward into his palms. “Don’t stop,” you breathe. “Please don’t stop.”

After a couple of hours, he can’t contain himself, and he empties himself into you one last time. A few minutes later you feel a rush of fluid the other way as your water breaks. The next three hours are almost unbearable, but he’s right there by your side. You asked him for an intimate setting. You both agreed to a fully nude birth with each other, nothing hidden, just the two of you sharing your love of each other while you bring forth the third that you created together. You realize eventually that he’s aroused by the process, watching your belly contract, hearing your groans as the muscles tighten. “Touch me,” you say. “I want to cum.”

His fingers find their mark, and in a few minutes you’re descending into a world of pleasure. “Stop,” you say, “wait, there’s another one coming soon.” As the contraction builds, you tell him “now,” and he furiously strokes your clit to orgasm as the contraction peaks and you ride both sensations through to the end, breathing hard as you relax and the orgasm subsides.

Your body naturally tells you when to push. He tells you that the baby’s coming after only the first one, holding a mirror for you so you can see the head starting to show through your parting vagina. His hand is still on top, finger resting on your sensitive little bud, his cock growing harder as he watches the progress.

“You like watching me birth?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“You want me to do it again for you?”

“I think so.”

“Don’t let me stand in your way. Making this baby for you has been one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. Please don’t let this be our last.”

“I won’t.”

“You can breed me again whenever you want.” You take a deep breath, another contraction approaching. “Keep rubbing me. I want to see if I can cum her out.”

His hand immediately gets to work again. You watch and feel it as your daughter’s head pushes you apart. It doesn’t look like you can take anymore, but the lips keep stretching, almost to a perfect circle. The pressure on your clit is mounting too. “Almost there,” you assure him, “keep going.”

The ring of fire builds, but the oncoming orgasm keeps it at bay. As he finally helps you hit that magic point, your baby’s head pops out, then the continued rush of the contraction pushes the rest of her body forward, and soon you’re gathering her up and resting her on your chest. She may be covered in blood and fluids, but that doesn’t matter. She’s here, she’s beautiful, and she’s yours.

Your husband eventually cuts the cord and attends as the placenta slides out. As your daughter takes her first drops from your aching breast, you catch his eye. His hand is on his cock, looking like he’s holding back.

“I did say whenever you want,” you remind him, and he quickly scoots forward to cum inside you again before resting next to you, sharing your first calm moments as a family of three.

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Seasons of Birth

Virgo: Shortcut Through the Backcountry

Harper had heard it was possible to get pregnant after your first time having sex, she'd just thought it was so unlikely the risk felt worth it. She found out she was pregnant pretty early on, though she'd kept it from her boyfriend, Clay, for as long as she could. She was lucky she was so tall, and that she apparently carried in a way that made it possible for her to conceal it with the right clothes. Now at what she thought might be full-term, she spent most of her time in overalls and oversized flannels she used to conceal her swollen belly.

She hadn't wanted to leave home after graduating, but a baby wasn't in her plans either. Her boyfriend seemed in love with the idea of being a family, but they were just high school graduates. It seemed too far-fetched. In fact, being pregnant seemed far-fetched. Harper felt as though she'd held onto denial for most of her pregnancy, hoping some sort of plan would materialize between the two of them before the consequences of their one night of lovemaking appeared.

Then one day she was walking home from the library, the cramps she'd been feeling all morning intensifying until she cut across the abandoned field by her house in search of a private place to rest. There was an old pickup truck in the middle of the field, a run-down thing she and her boyfriend had been sneaking to for years. She leaned against it, feeling safe here on the secluded field, shielded from the road by the old truck surrounded by trees.

She just needed to take it easy. Harper slid her back down the side of the truck, sitting on the ground to catch her breath. She wondered how far along she was, what she should do in this situation. Somewhere deep down she'd hoped if she just ignored it she wouldn't be pregnant anymore, though she knew this was stupid and immature. The cramps across her belly left her breathless, her knees shaking every time her body tensed beneath her hands. Things were starting to become painful.

She sat on the ground, rocking in place to distract herself from the pain and instinctively covering her swollen belly as much as possible. She wiped her forehead and noticed she was sweating. Seeing no one was around anyway, she peeled off her flannel shirt and fanned herself. A sharp pain made her grip her stomach. Harper let out a shaky breath. Nothing was wrong, she'd just overdone it. She would borrow the car before going into town next time. And finally schedule an appointment with a doctor.

Before she realized it she was breathing in through her nose, out through her mouth, her breaths steady and measured. What was happening to her? She decided she ought to get home, maybe something was wrong with her. Harper braced herself before using the truck to pull herself to her feet. As she stood, a gush of fluid soaked the seat of her overalls, and a sharp pain between her legs sent her back to her knees, screaming.

The eighteen-year-old trembled as she reached down to touch her crotch. Had she peed herself? Was she that pregnant? She wondered if maybe she should call for help, but she didn't want to admit to herself what was happening. She pulled out her phone to text her boyfriend.

[Can you meet me at our spot? I don't feel well]

Clay didn't keep her waiting long for a response. [I'm on my way. Are you okay?]

Harper couldn't respond right away, as an excruciating pain was building in her back and hips. Still on her hands and knees, she rocked back and forth without thinking about why, her breathing ragged. Shaking, she texted Clay, [Something's wrong with me. I think I peed my pants…]

A tortured scream erupted from her throat as another pain washed over her, an intense pressure concentrating between her legs. No, no, this wasn't happening. She wasn't far enough along. She was too young. Her back, stomach, and thighs ached and cramped, her body acting on its own. The girl took terrified, shuddering breaths, struggling to get ahold of herself.

After a few long minutes of this, the pain finally subsided. Harper took a few more deep breaths before attempting to stand; she needed to for some reason. She braced her hand against the truck, cradling her belly to herself as she awkwardly pulled herself to her feet. Her auburn hair was soaked with sweat, hanging limply against her neck. She looked like a woman in labor, not the frightened teenager she was. She glanced around, trembling as she saw no one for miles. There was a reason she liked this shortcut, but the seclusion would now be to her detriment.

Harper gasped for air, her belly tightening between her hands. But standing up felt better, like some kind of pressure was relieved. Without thinking, she parted her knees a bit, only to realize her mistake too late. With a moan of agony, Harper felt an enormous pressure, like a watermelon was lodged in her abdomen and suddenly trying to force its way out of her ass. Whimpering, she pressed her legs together as she leaned against the abandoned truck, trying not to scream despite the excruciating pain building between her legs. What she now recognized to be a contraction was tightening its grip around her, followed by an incredible urge to push. Her phone dinged with a notification, but she was dizzy with agony.

Harper whimpered and sobbed through each pain, her legs feeling numb from the strain of pressing them together. She was having a baby, she was sure now, or at least trying not to. Don't push, don't push, please don't push, she pleaded with herself, the contractions growing closer together no matter how hard she fought them.

"OOOOOHHHHH NO!!" Harper screamed as she doubled over in pain, allowing just enough space between her legs to allow something to begin to emerge from inside her. Something hard and round squeezed against her opening, too huge to possibly come out of her. She panted desperately, fighting her body's urge to push out her baby. She wasn't ready yet. She wasn't…

Harper moaned at the top of her lungs, unable to fight it anymore, as her baby began to be born against her will. She clutched her contracting belly, hunched over, sobbing as her baby pressed against her opening with a burning sensation. She could feel her body pushing, feel the baby squeezing through her by the powerful force of her own uterus.

She screamed. She couldn't hold it back; her baby's head began to squeeze through her birth canal, crowning into her overalls. When the contraction ended, her knees buckled beneath her. She awkwardly sank to her knees, panting and moaning, before scrambling onto her back. Movement was incredibly difficult due to the baby's head bulging between her legs. She knew it must be crowning by the burning sensation that sent tears and sweat running down her face.

Harper spread her legs, desperate to relieve some of the pressure in her hips. She didn't care if she gave birth in her clothes, she just needed some relief from the agony. Another contraction caused her to scream, and she reached down to feel the baby's head bulging against the crotch of her pants. She couldn't believe something so big was inside her, coming out of somewhere so sensitive.

Suddenly panic began to set in as she finally accepted that she was giving birth right now. She had to get her overalls off…she had to get this baby out…but her hands were shaking too hard to undo the clasps. Before she could get her bearings another contraction gripped her womb like a vice, and she screamed as her body pushed, her baby straining against her underwear. Making sounds she didn't know she was capable of, Harper gripped the grass in white-knuckled fists as her body struggled to give birth.

Then a familiar face appeared in her peripheral vision. Gasping for air, she lay back after the contraction ended. Suddenly she heard her shoulder clasps being undone and felt someone gently trying to push her upright.

"You're here?" she whimpered, helping Clay get her pants off, leaving her in just a plain white t-shirt.

"Of course I did," said Clay, working fast as he spread out a slightly-worn fleece blanket on the grass and pulled first aid supplies out of his bag. "Jesus…Hang on, let's get you comfortable…"

Harper could only imagine how she must have looked. She knelt awkwardly on the grass, holding her now visibly pregnant stomach, her baby's head bulging halfway out of her vagina, her hips stiff with the weight she was holding between them. She was drenched in sweat and her legs were covered in blood and birthing fluid.

"I'm having a baby," she sobbed, terrified, "You have to help me, it's coming out and I'm scared. It hurts so bad."

"I know, babe," Clay soothed as he led her onto the little pile of blankets and towels he'd made, holding her upright on her knees and massaging her hips as their baby settled deep into her birth canal.

Harper felt fortunate, as she squeezed her boyfriend's hand. He seemed like he'd prepared for this more than she had.

"Just keep panting, Harp, okay? Don't push too hard or you'll tear."

"Oh my God this hurrrrts," she groaned as another contraction started in her lower back. The huge head was straining against her sensitive lips, stuck at its widest point.

"Breathe! Breathe….I want you to pant like in the movies, it'll stop you from pushing."

"I-I…can't…" she whispered, her voice tight with pain. It hurt too much, she had to have her baby now, had to push as hard as she could and give birth. But instead she shook with the effort of resisting the urge to push, feeling herself stretching painfully around the baby's head. "Clay, please," she whimpered, gripping his hand so tightly it was numb. "I h-have to…"

Thinking fast, Clay moved one of his hands down to the baby's head, holding it in place.

"Push against my hand. It'll help give you time to stretch and keep you from tearing."

He barely got the words out of his mouth before she was screaming, pushing as hard as she could. She could feel her body moving the baby down, felt her body adjusting painfully with every movement.

"Ohhhhh, please, I just want to get it out," Harper whimpered, panting. Her face contorted as she pushed again, screaming and squatting as best as she could while on her knees. When the contraction subsided, she begged, "Let me lay down, I don't think I can push this way."

Clay assisted his girlfriend in lying on the blanket, eyeing the bulge between her legs. Her stomach rose and fell beneath her white t-shirt, now damp with sweat. Trembling, he helped her spread her legs, holding them apart while she writhed with another contraction.

Harper suddenly panted hard, sensing an incoming tidal wave she was helpless to stop. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she gripped the sides of her rock-hard belly and bore down.

"I can't fight it! I can't stop p-pushi–AAAARRRRGGGHHH!"

The pain was indescribable, her entire body tense and focused on this one task. She was only barely aware of Clay trying to direct her, her body working on its own in a process it obviously knew better than they did. She didn't even care about controlling her volume; she was giving birth, and right now she needed to scream out her baby as loud and as hard as she could.

"The head is out!" cried Clay from somewhere between her soaked thighs. She lay on her back, her legs held apart by her boyfriend, who was staring in awe at the baby's face now fully emerged from her vagina, facing upwards. He wanted to reach down and touch it, but feared she might close her legs if he moved his hands. All he could do was stare, his bloody hands holding apart her knees, as the baby's head rotated slightly on its own. His girlfriend's body was incredible, pushing out an entire baby on its own.

"I can't hold it back anymore," moaned Harper. "Claaaaay, it's coming out! It's COMING OUT!"

Howling, she writhed in agony as her body expelled her baby's shoulders in a single huge push.

"You're doing great, it's almost here!" Clay gasped, watching breathlessly as the rest of his baby slipped wetly from her vagina and landed on the blanket in a puddle of amniotic fluid.

The euphoria of having just given birth made Harper bury her face in her hands, sobbing deliriously. Clay made quick work cleaning up the baby with the water he'd brought, letting his girlfriend catch her breath. When she'd stopped crying for a few minutes, he patiently handed her a water bottle and held up their newborn daughter, who was wrapped in Harper's flannel shirt.

"It's a little girl, Harp," said Clay contentedly.

Harper, still lying on the blanket in nothing but a t-shirt, waiting to deliver the placenta, gazed up at him and the tiny life they'd made. It was incredible to think this had been the result of one night of sex almost a year ago. Seeing how cute their daughter was, she decided she wouldn't change a thing.

"She's beautiful," Harper said quietly. "I know I said I wasn't looking to settle down yet, but…" she shifted uncomfortably, embarrassed for some reason despite the ordeal they'd just endured together. "I don't know many boys who could handle this situation as well as you did…do you wanna get married after all?"

Clay laughed as he gazed down at the sleepy, flannel-swaddled baby. "Harp, is that your way of proposing to me? After all that?"

Harper scowled. "Then don't, see if I care. And let me see my baby." She extended greedy arms towards the infant, maternal instincts overriding all her previous fears. Her boyfriend grinned, kissing her forehead as he handed her their newborn.

"Well, my answer is yes."

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The first build-a-birth prompt that came in and oh my God was it fun to write holy shit lol.

It got so long that I decided to split it into two parts, though 😅 so here's part one lmao. Also there will be twins - Atlas just doesn't know they've got twins in there so part two is gonna be pretty wild for them lol.

Word Count: 2.8k

Characters Used: Atlas (nonbinary afab OC) & Fen (cis-male OC)

WARNINGS: nonbinary character giving birth, birth denial, clothing birth, public birth, orgasm during labor. Also - I do use AFAB terms to describe the characters' genitalia so please be aware of that.

If it weren't already obvious, this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.

Everyone had joked about how Atlas would end up going into labor during their baby-moon despite being only 36 weeks along. By the end of it they were beginning their 37th week, but even so their due date wasn't for three more weeks so it was easy to laugh those concerns off.

Except Atlas had been feeling increasingly more intense contractions since they left their hotel that morning that they were trying to brush off as Braxton hicks contractions.

At least until a small gush of fluid left a size-able damp spot on Atlas' leggings and made them realize they couldn't stay in denial for much longer about what was happening.

They were in labor.

Though, technically, labor didn't start during the baby-moon itself.

No, it started as they were leaving.

Now they were several hours away from the next stop and even further away from home where Atlas had everything set up to have a nice, relaxing, empowering birth with just themselves and their husband.

"Shit," Atlas grumbled, shifting uncomfortably in the seat and pressing his forehead against the cool glass of the window as he felt a contraction start.

"Babe? You alright?"

Atlas glanced over at their husband, hazel eyes peaking out from behind blue and green dyed bangs. "My water broke," they mumbled in an exhale, taking in another deep breath and squeezing their eyes shut as they felt the pressure deep inside their pelvis drop even lower.

"Oh... Oh!" Fen exclaimed, having taken a moment to fully comprehend what Atlas said. "Guess those weren't just Braxton hicks contractions, huh?" Fen chuckled nervously, reaching over to take Atlas' hand.

"Yeah, guess not," Atlas sighed as the contraction passed.

"Do you think we'll make it home?" Fen asked, "If not I can look at hotels around the next stop. It won't be home but at least it won't be on a bus."

"Um," Atlas paused, thinking back to when the contractions first started around 10AM. It was nearly 6PM now, but for the majority of the time the contractions weren't too bad. The last half hour or so, Atlas had noticed growing pressure against his hips and lower back but assumed it was from the not-very-comfy bus seats. But then their water broke and that pressure had gotten worse without the cushion. "I don't know," they answered after a few seconds.

"Okay, how about... I'll book us a hotel near the next stop just in case and we'll reassess once we get there," Fen offered.

Atlas nodded their approval of the plan, grateful for Fen's ability to think logically even in panic-inducing moments.

Over the next two hours, Fen gently coached Atlas through contraction after contraction. The deep rumble of his voice, strong hand holding Atlas', and his general presence helped immensely to keep Atlas calm and focused despite everything else.

At some point Fen pushed the armrest between them out of the way so Atlas could lean on him, making for a much comfier position than sitting upright like they had been.

"There's... a lot of pressure," Atlas said between softly panted breaths. "I don't think it'll be much longer," they added.

"Okay, we should be at the stop soon," Fen reassured, draping an arm over Atlas' shoulders to gently rub circles against Atlas' swollen stomach. "Then we can go straight to the hotel and have this baby like we planned," Fen said, voice dipping into a low purr against Atlas' ear.

It made a shiver go down Atlas' spine, clit throbbing and making them aware of exactly how aroused they already were just from Fen talking to them and giving them instructions - even if those instructions were mainly how and when to breathe.

God, Atlas wished they were home.

A contraction brought Atlas out of their thoughts, making them tense until Fen reminded them to relax and breathe through it.

That was getting really hard, but Atlas made an effort. They took in a deep breath, trying to relax their body as much as they could as they let that breath out slowly.

"Again, babe, do it again," Fen urged, reaching down to massage the outside of Atlas' thigh where the muscles were still all tense.

"Ngh," Atlas grunted as they sucked in another breath, screwing their eyes shut as the contraction peaked and the pressure between their hips increased tenfold. Hardly even realizing it, they found themselves bearing down against it for the remainder of the contraction.

Once it was done, Atlas shifted to reposition so they were leaning back against Fen, one foot up on the seat and the other on the floor. The position let them spread their thighs a bit more and they moaned softly when they felt that pressure drop deep into their pelvis. "H-Hey, Fen," they mumbled, unable to help but rock their hips a little, "I think I have to push."

Fen didn't reply right away, lifting his head to glance around the bus first. There weren't many people, thankfully, and it seemed like they'd be getting to the bus stop soon but neither of them were sure if it'd be soon enough. "Okay. We're almost to the stop and the hotel is just around the corner from there. Try to breathe through it until we get there," Fen instructed, calm aside from a slight tremble to his otherwise even voice.

"I'll try, but..." Atlas trailed off, feeling their midsection tighten in another strong contraction.

"You got this, love. I know it's hard, I know you want to push but let's breathe through it," Fen cooed, his voice low and lips brushing against Atlas' ear as he spoke. "Feel the pressure, notice it and accept it as you breathe," he instructed, taking slow even breaths for Atlas to follow.

"Yeah, 'm feeling th-the pressure," Atlas groaned in one quick exhale, screwing their eyes shut and trying their best to match Fen's breathing. What really got them through the intense heavy pressure urging them to push, though, was focusing on Fen's fingers rubbing their thigh.

"You're doing so good sweet-tart," Fen rumbled, "Focus on my voice and we'll get through this."

Atlas nodded, unable to answer as they tried not to make a lot of noise. They could feel that heaviness shift and move down, knowing the baby's head was fully engaged and working its way through their cervix by now.

"You've got this, babe, doing so good for me," Fen purred as the contraction peaked.

There was only so much Atlas could do, though, when the contractions were doing enough to work the baby down through their cervix even without them pushing.

Just as the contraction was ending, there was a loud 'boom' and the bus jolted, tires screeching as it came to a very sudden stop.

Within half a second of the sound, Fen had both arms wrapped tight around Atlas and didn't loosen his grip until the bus was completely stopped.

"Fuck, Atlas are you okay?" Fen asked, calm facade breaking for a moment as panic crept into his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," Atlas answered, taking a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm their racing heart. "Are you?"

"Yeah," Fen nodded, pressing a kiss against the top of Atlas' head.

"Sorry, folks!" the bus driver exclaimed, "Sounds like a tire gave up on us. The station has already been notified, though and someone should be here within the hour to fix us up."

Fen and Atlas sat in silence for a few seconds as that information sunk in. There was no way Atlas was going to make it through an extra hour - they were cutting it extremely close anyway.

"Fen," Atlas mumbled, tilting their head to look at their husband, "I don't know if... if we'll make it."

A small frown tugged at Fen's lips before he slowly answered, "Should we call an ambulance?"

"No," Atlas snapped, panic rising at just the mention of going to a hospital - especially one that was away from their home town that Atlas had never been to.

They've had enough medical trauma and shitty doctors to give them a lifetime of distrust for hospitals.

"Okay - That's okay," Fen reassured, finding one of Atlas' hands to hold. "Let's still try to breathe through it and we'll see how far we get."

"'Kay," Atlas grunted, hand tightening around Fen's as pain and pressure overwhelmed them.

The next couple of contractions went similarly, Atlas following Fen's instructions while trying to keep themselves quiet even as the pressure kept moving lower. It was getting difficult, though, especially when the intensity of the pressure didn't lessen at all after the most recent contraction ended.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. Nghhh," Atlas whined, squirming against Fen as they tried to find some sort of position that wouldn't be as terrible. "So much pressure," they complained, arching their back a little before collapsing against Fen with a defeated whine.

"I could give you a distraction, if you want," Fen offered, one of his hands trailing down over Atlas' swollen stomach to rub against the inside of their thigh before gently trailing over the seam of their leggings.

"Ah!" Atlas gasped at the unexpected sensation, their clit already swollen and sensitive from how Fen had been talking before. "Please," they said in a rush of air, thighs twitching open more.

Taking a glance around, Fen slipped his hand into Atlas' leggings once he was sure no one would see. "There you go, sweets, just focus on my hand and my voice," Fen encouraged, quickly finding Atlas' swollen clit and slowly rubbing circles over it.

Dropping his head back against Fen's shoulder, Atlas bit back a moan. It did help, though, able to focus on a different sensation rather than pain and pressure. "Sh-shit," Atlas groaned as another contraction hit and Fen sped up his fingers as it peaked. The pleasure took the edge off of the pain but stood no chance against easing the pressure and urges to push that Atlas felt. "Ngh! Ah, f-fuck," Atlas grunted as the contraction peaked.

Fen was telling them to pant through it, suck in air and then blow it out, do whatever they could just so they weren't holding their breath. That was hard, though, and Atlas found themselves giving little pushes with every forced exhale.

They didn't have a choice in the matter and fuck did it feel good to give in a little bit.

It was only after the contraction ended that Atlas realized on top of the pressure there was a new sensation just below their cervix - like they were being stretched and filled to their breaking point.

Everything was so intense, though, Atlas couldn't even say anything about it. They were reduced to a squirming, whimpering mess as the pleasure warred with the discomfort and that urge to push completely overtook them when their abdomen tightened again.

And Atlas was right - it felt so good to finally do what their body wanted them to.

Between that and Fen's fingers moving expertly over their clit, Atlas found themselves on the verge of an orgasm as they gasped in a breath and pushed.

That's what did it, Atlas unable to help but cry out and buck their hips as the orgasm washed over them even as their body kept bearing down.

By the time Atlas was coming down from that absolutely incredible orgasm, they could feel that that heaviness had completely filled their cunt and they were sure if they pushed just a little more that their lips would start to bulge and part.

"Oh my God, are you having a baby?!"

The shrill voice of a concerned stranger made Atlas' face go bright red, realizing she probably had heard them cumming just now.

Fen didn't remove his hands from Atlas' leggings which made Atlas' face burn even brighter as Fen tried to reassure the worried passenger.

Atlas was past the point of being able to speak coherently, though, especially as another contraction started not even seconds later.

"Oh - Ah - Nghh - No," Atlas whined as quietly as they could, their body now pushing without their consent. "Oh God, oh God. Fen!" Atlas gasped, feeling their hole start to stretch as the baby's head started to inch out.

But Fen was still trying to convince the lady - and now several other worried passengers - not to call 911 because they had it handled and that Atlas didn't want to go to the hospital.

Groaning through gritted teeth, Atlas felt the baby's head slide back in as the contraction ended. But they didn't get that relief for long, their contractions almost on top of each other by now.

Atlas hardly even noticed the small crowd that had gathered around their seat, all of their focus on trying (and partially failing) not to push again.

It didn't make much of a difference, though.

The baby's head was slowly making its way through. Every contraction brought it out further and further even though it always slipped back in as soon as the contractions were over.

At least until it didn't.

Unable to speak, Atlas grabbed Fen's wrist and moved his hand down just enough that he'd be able to feel the way Atlas' lips were bulging and the baby's head peaking out through them.

Atlas felt Fen's whole body tense for a moment, words faltering as he tried to soothe everyone who was trying to call an ambulance.

Then, he regained composure and with two fingers spread Atlas' lips just a little further so he could press his hand against the baby's head. With that position, Fen incidentally had the ball of his hand pressed firmly against Atlas' sensitive clit which sent entirely conflicting sensations through their body again.

As the next contraction came, Atlas found themselves unintentionally grinding against Fen's hand as they moved their hips in little circles like they had been this whole time.

And it felt so fucking good but also way too intense at the same time and Atlas couldn't hold back their moans, grunts, and whines anymore.

When that contraction peaked, Atlas gave a series of little pushes each accompanied with a small grunt.

It wasn't doing anything, though, and Atlas soon realized that Fen was keeping the baby from progressing more with firm but gentle pressure against its head.

"Hey, they're transferring us to a different bus, sweet-tart, it just got here," Fen's voice right in Atlas' ear was the only thing Atlas could hear outside of their own harsh breathing and pounding heartbeat. "The aisle is too narrow for me to pick you up but as soon as we're off the bus I'll be able to carry you, okay?"

Fuck.

There wasn't any other choice, though, so after Fen removed his hand from Atlas' leggings, Atlas slowly adjusted so they could stand.

Fen supported them the whole time but with every step Atlas could feel their labia bulging and spreading more and more. Not to mention the way their hole was starting to burn with the stretch as the baby began to crown.

The step down from the bus was the worst and the baby was nearly at a full crown by the time Fen was picking them up to carry them over to the other bus.

Thank fuck the other bus was a little bigger so Atlas didn't have to walk to a seat. Especially since a contraction started just as Fen was stepping up into the bus.

All Atlas could do was bury their face against Fen's shoulders and sob as that burning sensation just continued to get worse, their body pushing even though they were actively trying not to.

"Fen!" Atlas squealed as the rest of the baby's head popped out all at once, making their leggings bulge obscenely. "I-It's - Oh God - th-the head is - it's out," they stammered, clinging to Fen even as their husband gently laid them on the row of seats in the back of the bus.

"Okay, okay - Babe, just, I need you to let go of me so I can - uh - look and help," Fen said in a mumbled rush, standing once Atlas let go before kneeling between Atlas' feet. "We need to get these pants off, okay?" he asked, already reaching for the waistband of the leggings.

"Wait - waitwaitwait," Atlas gasped, keening as their abdomen cramped and tightened again. They could feel the baby turning and a shoulder trying to come out but their leggings didn't let that happen.

At least until Fen managed to pull the legging down - ignoring Atlas' pleas because they needed to come off - and several things happened all at once.

The first shoulder slid out, closely followed by the second one and, before Fen even had Atlas' leggings to their knees, the baby was born with a large gush of fluid.

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Seasons of Birth

Leo: The King’s Ball

Evelyn was worn out these days, what with the prince's upcoming coronation and subsequent celebrations; the entire palace was working overtime in preparation for feasts, banquets, and, above all, the coronation ball. She'd been busily cleaning and polishing with the rest of the maids for weeks, eagerly waiting for all these events to be over with so she could go on leave. See, Evelyn was heavily pregnant and nearing her time. With all the running around she was doing, she could only hope she'd make it to the end.

There was another reason she wanted to be present and for things to run smoothly: the man being crowned king at the end of the week was the father of her baby. She and the prince had been having a secret affair for a little over a year, ducking into closets and hallways for ravenous lovemaking when they could find the time to spare. When she'd realized nine months ago that she was with child, she'd panicked at first, mortified at having to tell not only her royal lover but her employer. But Prince Ari, smitten, didn't seem to even mind. In fact, he appeared delighted, setting aside time to see her whenever he could.

Perhaps it was only because she was carrying his first child, but he seemed to adore her new curves with a hunger she'd never seen in a man before. Whenever they were alone, his hands would immediately gravitate to her growing middle, touching and cupping and pressing until they were both throbbing with need. Then he'd pull her dress above her hips and fuck her until they were spent, trembling and sweating and trying to get back into their clothes before they could get caught. Sometimes, on the rare occasions they would hide in his room, Evelyn would leave her dress off in order to let his hands roam over her swollen belly, feeling their child kick and move. After enough of this, he'd be hard again and thrusting into her, nibbling at her aching breasts until they were both moaning with release once more.

On the day of Prince Ari's coronation, Evelyn was finally ready to go on leave. She waddled back to her sleeping quarters after her morning shift, satisfied with her work the last few weeks. Ari was being crowned king down the road at the cathedral, and she was off-duty as of this afternoon. Now for a bath and a long nap.

"Evelyn, wait!" called Miss Bea, the head housekeeper. "I need you to serve at the ball tonight."

Evelyn sagged, exhausted. "Isn't there anyone else…?"

Miss Bea shook her head, wringing her hands and looking at her sympathetically. "I'm afraid it's all hands on deck. We have a much bigger turnout than expected, and Lottie badly sprained her ankle this morning, not to mention the handful of servants sick with that flu going around…I know you're supposed to be on leave, but I promise it would just be until after the ball."

The maid sighed deeply, resting her palms on the small of her back, which caused her enormous belly to poke forward. She had really been looking forward to that nap.

"I want double pay," she haggled, rubbing her middle pointedly.

Miss Bea let out a small laugh. "I can do time and a half and two extra breaks."

Evelyn shrugged. "Deal. Let me wash up and I'll be right down for the uniform." She looked down at herself, just barely holding back a laugh. "Do you even have one that'll fit me?"

Her boss snorted and grinned. "Don't worry, I'll make one work. I'll get a snack together for you too. Thank you, Evie, you're the best. A lot of the other girls could learn a thing from your work ethic."

Evelyn smiled tiredly. "Sure thing. I'll see you later."

Later, the pregnant woman had emerged from her room in a simple dress she'd be able to change out of easily. On special occasions, formal uniforms were cleaned and pressed for pickup near the laundry room. Evelyn made her way there, waddling as she rubbed her aching back. She wondered if she'd get a chance to see Prince Ari again before she gave birth. With how many engagements she heard he had planned, she'd be lucky if she saw him by next week.

King Ari, now, Evelyn reminded herself as she reached the back of the uniform pickup line. She rubbed her distended belly, swaying in place to distract herself from her aching knees and stomach pains. She'd been told about these by her midwife, pains in the last few weeks of pregnancy to prepare the body for labor pains. She'd been feeling them for weeks now, but they'd become stronger as she'd been washing up earlier, causing cramps around her back and middle. She shuffled through the line and accepted a parcel of clothes, smiling stiffly before waddling along to get changed with the others.

Evelyn filed into the room set aside for the maids to change in, ignoring the stares as she pulled off her simple dress. Her globular breasts were bigger than they looked under her clothes, swollen and heavy with milk. Her womb was round and laced with stretch marks, hanging low as though to announce to everyone around her how close she was to bearing her child. She quickly pulled on the black dress and mustard yellow apron, thankful the clean lines made the uniform look less ridiculous on her than she'd hoped. Although it felt very snug around her chest and middle, and the hem came almost up to her knees, she could walk and move her arms just fine, and that's all she needed to do for the next 7 hours. She frowned and adjusted the apron to hide the way the buttons strained around her belly. It would have to do.

When Evelyn reached the kitchen with the rest of her squadron of serving girls, the party was already underway. As she fell into another line, this time to pick up trays of drinks and appetizers, her back twinged sharply. Letting out a helpless sigh, she glanced at the clock on the far wall. A little after 3 o'clock, already less than 7 hours to go. She just had to make it through this shift, then she could rest. She accepted a tray of appetizers, adjusted her apron one last time, and stepped out into the main ballroom.

Nobles in glittering regalia flocked to servers for refreshments, and within minutes Evelyn was retreating to the kitchen for another tray.

Walking at this stage in her pregnancy was uncomfortable at best, as her small frame struggled to carry the full-term baby. Usually these days she used her belly as a sort of shelf to rest the tray upon, but tonight her child was so active she feared something would get knocked over. She struggled to keep a straight face in front of the nobles as she held up her tray, as her baby was kicking her in the ribs and her back pains were getting more intense by the hour. She couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was in labor, but the idea was too unsettling to entertain for long.

As she was carrying a tray of drinks to the floor, she caught sight of Ari and smiled at him sheepishly. He met her gaze and flushed pink when he saw her. She bit her lip, thinking she must look obscene the way her dress stretched tightly across her chest and distended stomach. Excusing himself from the group he'd been chatting with, he made his way to her and took his time selecting a drink.

"How are you feeling? I can't believe they made you work tonight," Ari said, looking down at her in concern. Evelyn tried not to let him see the discomfort she was in but it was impossible: her face was flushed with the effort of walking around all night, sweat dampening her uniform and making her hair stick to the sides of her head.

"Oh, I'm fine," she lied, her middle tightening again as it had been all night. "Really, you shouldn't hover around me too long, what if someone notices?"

He gave her a skeptical look, but before he could say anything else he was dragged away elsewhere by some friends of his. Evelyn sighed in relief. No need for the king to be hovering around a heavily pregnant serving girl.

"So the rumors are true: they're so short-staffed they even let you work tonight," came the voice of Princess Liona, Ari's younger sister.

Evelyn closed her eyes for a moment to compose herself before turning to face the princess with a pleasant look on her face.

"Would you like a drink, your highness?" she said in a practiced manner. Liona pursed her lips in disapproval as she took a champagne flute.

"You know you look ridiculous chasing after my brother in your state, don't you?" the princess continued. She'd suspected something going on between her brother and the maid for months now, although she seemed to entirely misread the situation. This suited Evelyn fine, as she didn't know what would happen if the father of her child was revealed to be King Ari.

"Pardon me, your highness, I need to go replenish my tray…" said Evelyn in an attempt to escape the uncomfortable situation. But then Liona did the unthinkable, taking one last sip of her champagne before letting the glass slip between her fingers. It fell to the floor with a noisy clatter, breaking in half at the stem. It wasn't loud enough to bring the party to a halt, but enough to cause a scene in the immediate area.

"Excuse me, could you pick that up?" Liona asked regally. Evelyn looked at the princess then down at the glass.

"Of course, your highness," she sighed before approaching the broken glass on the floor. Balancing the tray of remaining drinks on one arm, she bowed her knees and tried to squat to pick it up as gracefully as she could manage. In her condition, the entire display looked awkward and a little ridiculous. The serving girl's face was burning under the gaze of all the nearby nobles staring at her attempt to reach the glass without falling down.

Then another unthinkable thing happened: without warning, a gush of fluid burst from between Evelyn's legs, pooling at her feet with the spilled champagne. Shocked, the serving girl dropped the tray she was carrying, spilling the rest of the champagne glasses onto the floor. Liona failed to stifle a laugh; it seemed she hadn't noticed her waters breaking, only the spilled drinks. Taking steadying breaths, Evelyn squatted and placed the broken glasses on the tray as quickly as she could. She thought her time wasn't until the end of the week, now it seemed like she'd be a mother by the end of the night. She was so mortified that her ears were ringing, and she hoped no one else noticed her waters breaking. A young gentleman was kind enough to lend her an arm to help her up, as she would have struggled greatly without help.

As she made her way back to the kitchen, she felt her baby sinking deep into her hips, making her pregnant waddle even more pronounced. The laboring serving girl glanced at the clock again as she set the tray of broken glasses down on one the kitchen counters. It was only 7, she still had a few hours left.

Suddenly the embarrassment caught up to her, and Evelyn burst into tears, trying to ignore the concerned glances of the rest of the serving staff as they bustled past, busy with their own tasks.

"Oh Evie, I heard what happened," came the sympathetic voice of Miss Bea, who thrust a handkerchief into Evelyn's hands. "Spilling that tray…don't worry, I have someone else mopping up the champagne. These things happen."

"Thank you, Bea," the maid sniffled.

"I've moved you to washroom duty. Just hand out towels and direct the ladies back to the ballroom till the end of your shift, alright? Easy peasy."

Evelyn nodded, still tearful, but comforted by the easy task. Washroom duty was generally boring except for the chatter that could be overheard, but boring was precisely what Evelyn wanted right now. She might even be able to sit down. Then once her shift was over she could go back to her room and send someone out to fetch her midwife…

The maid pulled herself together, washed her face quickly, and made her way to the ladies washroom. Inside, there was a row of sinks across from the luxurious private stalls, and near the door was seating for ladies waiting for their companions. Evelyn gratefully pulled her favorite chair over by the table where the towels and sanitary napkins were arranged. The labor pains were becoming so painful that they gave her pause, and she struggled to keep a straight face. Not long now, she only had a few more hours.

Once she was able to sit down, she felt she might make it through the night. Wanting to look busy, she folded towels and rearranged the fancy toiletries on the table, silently focusing on her breathing as she labored. The ladies coming and going gossiped as they went about their business. She overheard the story of how the hugely pregnant maid spilled a tray of drinks repeated multiple times. A few ladies stopped to chat with her, many having had children themselves. The older ladies asked her when she was due and a few even asked if they could feel her belly, which swelled forward temptingly. Evelyn relished the attention on her unborn child, wondering what these noble ladies would think if they knew she was in labor at this moment, or that she was carrying the king's baby.

As the end of her shift neared, Evelyn could feel her body preparing to give birth. The sweat on her forehead and dampening of her dress could be explained by hormones and the warm room. But her pains were growing closer together, her back and hips aching. She could barely speak through the pains now, pressing her knees together and feeling her child press downward with every cramp. It was becoming obvious something was wrong to anyone passing by, but the maid merely made excuses and went about her business, thankful the ladies were sympathetic to her condition and insisted she stay sitting. The clock on the table nearby told her she only had to suffer for one more hour.

So she did, sitting as primly as possible, in actuality too afraid to move for fear of hastening her labor in any way. Sweat was soaking her hair and dress by now, her body trembling with the effort of holding in her child. By now Evelyn knew she'd be giving birth as soon as her shift ended, she just needed to think of a safe place fast enough. There was a guest room just down the hall that wasn't being used; it had been a favorite hiding place for her and the prince, maybe even where her baby had been conceived, come to think of it. It had clean linens and was spacious enough to dampen any noise…she just needed to last till 10 o'clock. When no one was looking, she panted through her labor pains like her midwife had told her, gripping the arms of the chair and pressing her legs together. The pain was becoming unbearable, and the minutes only seemed to tick by. Thankfully the night was wearing on and a large portion of the guests had gone home. Those that remained were getting too drunk to pay her any mind. Evelyn could feel her baby pressing against her opening, preparing to be born, and she desperately hoped she wouldn't have her baby here in the ladies' room while she was working. She passed the time planning her escape. As soon as her relief showed up at 10 she'd make a beeline down the hall to the guest room. She hoped she could waddle with her knees together in a way that wasn't too conspicuous.

Ten o'clock came and went. Evelyn stared at the clock, panting and using a towel to dab at her neck and forehead. She felt enormous, swollen, and soaked with sweat. Please, her relief had to show up soon. She couldn't give birth here, it was too embarrassing. The maid squirmed in her seat, feeling a strange sensation down there. It took her a moment to realize due to the way she was sitting that her body was trying to push, easing her baby into position to be born. Evelyn swallowed and took a sip of water from the cup another maid had brought her earlier. She couldn't give in yet, she had to get to the guest room.

Ten minutes late, the night shift maid appeared and shooed the pregnant woman away. Evelyn was near tears with relief, hastily waddling away as fast as she could manage. Moving was difficult now, her baby was sitting so low in her hips, but she somehow made it to the guest room unnoticed.

The moment the door clicked shut behind her she sank to the floor, whimpering in agony. Her baby was coming very soon, she wasn't sure she could even make it to the bed. Gasping for air, she quickly undid her apron and the buttons of her dress, relieving some of the pressure on her womb and breasts.

"Darling? Are you alright?" came Ari's voice. He approached her from where he'd been sitting on the extravagantly-made bed. It seemed like he'd been waiting for her.

"A-Ari," Evelyn cried. "The baby's coming." She winced where she knelt as a pain gripped her like a vice, and for the first time since her labor started she gave in, clutched her belly, and pushed. "Ohhh, help me, please!"

The new king wasted no time, crossing the room and scooping the laboring maid into his arms before carrying her to the bed. He set her down gently, helping her out of her uncomfortable dress while she labored.

"I can't believe they made you work tonight after you were supposed to be on maternity leave," he muttered as he grabbed a nearby article of clothing. It was a soft night dress, finer than anything she owned. "And I can't believe you kept working and didn't tell anyone you were in labor this whole time!"

Evelyn panted in between pains, pulling the comfortable garment over her head, and moved back onto the bed to get comfortable. She looked down at the night dress questioningly.

"I overheard some ladies talking about the pregnant girl in the washroom. I thought after work you might want to come here to rest so I was planning on going to find you…I had no idea you were planning on having our baby here tonight," explained Ari, removing his shoes and climbing onto the massive bed with her. He shifted to hide how much he enjoyed seeing her like this, huge with child and even experiencing labor pains. Even about to give birth, he found her irresistibly beautiful.

Evelyn was wholly focused on the pressure building behind her opening, her gravid belly heaving with every breath. Panting, she bore down and pushed, tears stinging the corners of her eyes at the burning sensation in her tenderest areas. Ari positioned himself between her legs as he had many times before, only instead of pleasure she was in unimaginable pain. He parted her sweaty thighs and stared in shock for a long moment. Between her legs a huge bulge was forming, the head of the baby pressing against her bottom. His love was gasping for air so he took her hand.

"You have to breathe," he soothed, pressing his other hand against her bottom to apply pressure, hoping to help her in some way. He smiled and reassured, "It's right there. We're going to meet our baby soon."

The maid was barely listening to him now, only aware of his hand in hers and the incredible urge to push and give birth to her baby. Biting onto a pillow to not scream, she pushed hard, feeling her body opening. Ari stared in wonder at the slit forming between her legs, bulging out towards him until his baby's head was fully emerged. The king cradled it in his hand, using the other to move his lover's hand towards it to feel their baby. The maid smiled, tears streaming from her eyes as she felt the baby's head between her legs. Then her face contorted as another contraction took over and she was pushing again, the baby rotating and slowly sliding out of her. The pain was excruciating now, but she knew it was almost over.

"Here are the shoulders…" coached Ari, holding onto the heavy child to keep it from slipping. Evelyn moaned into a pillow as her body pushed of its own accord, desperate to birth her huge baby. She could feel every inch sliding out of her, bit by bit, and she squeezed her lover's hand like a vice with every spasm and contraction.

"Ohh it hurts so much," Evelyn wept. "Please, get it out!"

"Almost here," he soothed breathlessly, focused entirely on the area between her legs now. "Keep going, he's almost here!" With one last groan she pushed with all her strength, expelling the rest of her baby in a torrent of fluid.

For a few moments the couple was silent, sitting in shock at what had just happened. Then the baby started crying, and as though a spell had been broken Evelyn began weeping and reaching for it.

"It's a girl, we have a daughter," Ari murmured, passing the baby to the new mother. She held the wriggling infant to her chest, tears of joy running down her face as she gazed at the king. "You were incredible, Evelyn, I…I love you."

"And I you!" Evelyn laughed exhaustedly. "I hope you know I'd carry a dozen more children for you if you asked."

Ari grinned, getting up and walking to the bedside table. He picked up a small box that had been sitting on it. Evelyn had obviously been too busy to notice.

"I'm so happy to hear you say that," said the king, delighted. "Because you're the only woman I want to bear my children. Evelyn Pine, will you marry me and be my queen?"

The maid stared at the modest ring in stunned silence for a moment before reaching out to kiss her lover's hand, smiling blissfully.

"Of course I will. Yes, yes I will."

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It was supposed to be a fun summer abroad exploring your bi-curious side, where the judging eyes of your family wouldn't find you. Now you were 10cm dilated in your lover's apartment about to give birth to his child. It would take some time to explain to your parents just how their strapping young son was now a breastfeeding mother on the other side of the globe. It didn't matter too much though, you were a mommy and that was all that mattered...

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Kevin's hand shot away from his hip and grabbed hold tight to the back of the couple's sofa. This was no time to worry about politeness, grace, or care. His body had work to do. All he could do was hold on, cry, scream, wail — anything he needed to get through the pain he was suffering as a passenger.

"you're doing so good", Sarah offered through the cacophony of moans and groans.

Finally, the consistently growing pain reached its peak and began to retreat back to the dark hole it emerged from. At least for now. Behind Sarah, Jane watched with a fierce intensity, her eyes locked on Kevin and her hands clamped over her ears.

This was a moment they had waited on for ears. They had hoped for it for so long, prayed that it would one day happen, and celebrated ferociously when it finally did. None of that made this event, this night, or this amazing gift any easier to bear in the moment, however.

The kind young midwife attending the birth came back to Kevin's side as the last of the contraction tailed off. Without a word, she hurriedly poked at his abdomen with a blunt plastic instrument and looked to the monitor attached to its cord. The room was filled again with another wave of noise, though this time it was the soothing and familiar thwump-thwump-thwump of the baby's heart rate as it waited to be delivered.

Jane dropped her hands away from her ears and fixed her eyes on Sarah again. "Soon," she mouthed silently to her. Sarah smiled in return.

"Baby's not far away now, I'd say next couple of contractions we're going to think about pushing," the Midwife told Kevin." Let's think about getting these shorts off and we'll make you a little more comfortable,"

Kevin agreed, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and sliding down his long baggy athletic shorts. Both Jane and Sarah turned away for the undressing. Neither were sure if they should turn back now, or wait a while longer. I mean, who's to say what's polite in a situation like this? They were both grateful to Kerry who broke the tension with further instructions.

"That's good, we'll just put these to the side for now," she began examining the evident drop in Kevin's belly. "Good, good. Now — are you happy for the parents to watch, or do you want me to tell them when the head is out?"

"Anything's fine, whatever they want" Kevin whispered with his eyes closed and his head hung low towards his stomach. Another contraction was bearing down on him fast, he was exhausted, and the agony never seemed to fully dispel between one set of pains and the next. Yet, here he was standing naked in the living room of two semi-strangers he barely even knew. He hardly felt in a position to make demands.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarghhhhh," he howled again, gripping hold of the sofa, opening his hips, urging the head to come down and get out, fast.

Sarah had turned around again but kept her gaze averted to the nearest wall. She knew she'd have to look as the head made its way out but it all felt so impersonal, and impolite. In contrast, Jane was transfixed.

She had always been fascinated by the process of pregnancy and birth. Especially birth. Something about that incredible transformation fascinated her. And the wretched agony of delivery that had to be endured. It was raw and primal, surreal and somehow so incredibly natural too.

She wanted to be there, even just for a second. She wanted to know what it was to be in such wretched agony, to put herself there by choice, and know that there's no other way out but through. She imagined knowing that the only way out was through a much greater agony and effort must have been such an unimaginable torture she had to know what it was like.

For years she had bemoaned the laws of nature that said she wouldn't ever be able to give birth herself. She would never feel that pain, make those incredible efforts, or gush in the unimaginable relief that it was all suddenly over.

She felt so incredibly fortunate that she was getting to be a part of the experience. For a long time, she had wondered if it was really going to come true. Now it was. She was witnessing the birth of their own baby boy.

Kevin broke her trance with a sudden gasp and a jolt as he lowered into a squatting position. Jane was alarmed, it looked so painful and so urgent that he struggled just to control his breath. She shot a look to the midwife, expecting to see her somehow jump into action but she was as relaxed as she'd ever seen her.

"Ahhh," Kevin gasped between loaded breaths. "I can feel him, he's right there, he's.right.there!"

"Yup, good! It won't be long," Kerry said with a despicably cheery tone.

For the first time, he could feel the weight of the head as it barrelled into his cervix and tried in vain to squeeze its way into the shaft of his cock. He was in transition. Having dreaded this moment for so many months it was finally here and now he felt unprepared. He didn't know whether to cry, push, or scream. He wanted all three.

In this crisis moment, Sarah went to his side with care and compassion. She placed his free hand around her shoulders and her own arm around his back where she rubbed long, gentle circles.

"You're doing good, so good!" she murmured into his chest. "You're amazing, you've got this,"

Kevin's eyes shot to the heavens again as another contraction bore down on him. Now, he could feel more than pain alone as it shifted and pressed on the baby inside of him and brought it further down toward his pelvis. It was agony. Yet, somehow worse than the agony he was enduring was the humiliation he was fighting to avoid.

With every ounce of pressure, another squeeze of power came bearing down against his prostate. While he knew that it was inevitable, occurring in more than 80% of deliveries according to his research, it didn't make it any easier when the time came.

Time after time the head rode down and crashed into this sensitive organ with an ever-building pressure that tormented and toyed with him. Standing in the middle of the room, holding on to Sarah for support, he cursed his body silently as his flaccid cock grew swollen and erect in front of the three women.

"urghhhh, arghhhhh," he groaned, looking down. "I'm... I'm sorry,"

"Nonsense," Kerry replied, waving her hand through the air.

"No, it's fine," Sarah whispered to him. "You're ok, It's natural,"

She smiled, resting her hand on his low-hanging belly. She could feel the embers of the last contraction continue to ripple and spasm, shifting one way and then another as it conspired to bring her baby down.

However, Kevin couldn't relax into these agonizing contractions in the way he had before. The pulsing pounding pressure that they railed onto his prostate was sending him careening down a path he didn't want to follow — even if he knew it was inevitable.

With every pulse and movement his cock throbbed harder and with more intensity than it had before before. It was agonizingly strong, yet, a welcome relief from the exhausting monotony of never-ending pain. For another second his eyes rolled back in his head as he relished the moment. He could live in this moment forever if only he was alone. Then, he snapped back out of it. He wasn't alone and he had no idea what he should do.

He thought about asking the couple to step outside the room. It would only be for a few seconds, minutes at most, just until the final phase of transition had passed. But to send someone out of the room in their own home? It felt so unbearably hostile. Besides, this was their birth as much as it was his.

Then again, when he had been asked to be a surrogate for a young lesbian couple, he could have hardly envisaged standing between them in their very own home fighting every bodily urge not to cum. Had they? He hoped they'd prepared, perhaps even researched at least as half as much as he had. But whether they had or they hadn't, he hoped they could ready themselves fast because he was quickly losing the fight.

"uhhhrhhh, ummmm , ahhhhhhhrhghh," Kevin groaned and moaned as Sarah held him firm. He gripped back just as hard as another round of contractions heaved through his body and a familiar wave of energy reared its beautiful head. This time, he knew there was no stopping it.

Kerry sprung into action with an instinct that bordered on a sixth sense — putting down mats and sheets that covered the surrounding area.

"Huuuuuhhhh, Huuuuuuh, Hoooooooaaaaaa," Kevin panted and groaned in a loud booming voice that filled the room. This time, Jane didn't cover her ears but instead watched transfixed as Kevin fought through sensations she wondered if she could handle.

Again his cock throbbed and shifted, this time in more exaggerated motions. "Huuuuh, hmmmmm, oh. my. god." he clenched his fists hard until his knuckles went tight, his toes scrunched under his feet and his breath stopped save for select labored gasps that escaped from his lips. "Ohmygod, I'm ah ahhh ahhh, I'M GOINGTO, YESSS, urghhhhhhhmmmmmmnggggggg,"

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Birth In A Car

I wake up to you kissing me while rubbing my overdue belly. I lazily smile as you caress the expanse of it slowly getting lower. “Not here, wait until we get home.” I whisper. We’re in the guest bedroom of your parent’s house, we stayed the night after a party last night. I was too tired for us to make the 2 hour drive home so I could bear to think of being in the car at the time. You grin and lean down pulling my sleep shirt up and gently kiss my belly, feeling the baby move beneath your hands. Your hand wonders down again and this time you go straight to my clit before I can object. My body jerks as you rub it quickly. I bite back a moan as you start to move yourself between my legs and press yourself against my wetness. You hover there for awhile, still rubbing my clit, driving me crazy. I flex my hips and the tip slips inside of me. You grin again and push yourself all the way in and this time I can’t help but moan as you start a punishing pace. Your hands roam all over my tight belly as it bounces from your thrusts, I can feel myself on the edge of an orgasm. “Harder, I’m going to cum.” I tell you and you oblige me. My walls start to grip you as continue to pound me. I arch my back, pressing my belly into your hands as I cum hard around you. As soon as I do you follow in suit, grabbing my hips to pull me harder against you. You gently rub my belly as you recover your breathing, “Was that okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” you worriedly ask. I giggle as you move to lay beside me, “You should know I’m tougher than that.” I tease. I slowly ease myself off the bed to pull last night’s party dress back on, I smooth it over my belly and feel a small twinge that makes me gasp in surprise. Your instantly beside me with your hand on my belly. “Are you okay?” I smile up at you, “I’m sure it’s just Baxton Hicks.” I reassure you, as I go to look in the mirror. My long dark hair is a little crazy but other than that I look good for being 2 days overdue. My belly hangs low on my petite frame, my heavy breasts still perky despite them growing so much during this pregnancy. We finish getting around and we head downstairs for breakfast. I slowly made my way down, “Time for the walk of shame,” I laugh. Once in the kitchen your mother instantly comes to me and puts her hands on my wide belly, “Still nothing?” she asks. I shake my hand and grab some food. We stayed for a bit after breakfast while I have a few more pains and decide to head back home in case it’s really something. You help me ease myself into the car, you lean down and kiss me gently. We get on the road and you reach over to rub my belly as we drive. Being in the car seems to make my pains worse, making us think that I’m really in labor so far from home. After 30 minutes of the drive the pain is intense and contractions are getting close together. You look over at me concerned as I groan in pain, “Are we going to make it darling?” you ask as you rub my thigh. “We better,” I tell you. After awhile I can feel a pressure building inside of me. The next contraction grips me and I feel a release and then a wetness between my legs. “Oh god my water broke,” I tell you as I moan loudly. I get a minute of break and then the worst pain yet comes and I feel the urge to push. My body bears down without me trying, feeling the baby pushing through my cervix. “It’s coming,” I tell you. “Should I pull over?” You ask and I frantically nod my head as I start to push again. I can feel the head stretching me as it makes it’s way down, you find a side road and pull onto it. You turn to me and ask “What can I do?” I groan as I bear down and you watch helplessly rubbing my belly and murmuring encouragements. Once the pain passes I ask you to help me into the back seat so I can lay down. You rush around and open my door, I grab your arm and you help me out of the car. Once I get out another contraction making me lean heavily against you and push, my face on your chest screaming in pain. I feel like the baby is right between my legs making it hard to walk once the pain passes. You somehow get me to the back seat and help me to lay down in it. “Now what?” You ask as I’m pushing again, feeling like the baby is about to crown. “My underwear, take them off.” I instruct you. You hesitantly start to pull up my dress, “Please help me,” I beg you. You sense my desperation and push my dress up and over my belly. I see your eyes get big, “What? What it is?” I ask you as you look up my now bulging pussy, my lace underwear barely covering anything. You grab my underwear and I lift my hips up and you pull them down.I put my feet on either side of the door, really opening my hips up and now you get see dark hair showing in the small teardrop opening that has formed. “I can see it,” you tell me as I bear down again. The bugle seems to grow and more hair starts to show. I groan as the contraction ends and the baby slides back in. A few more contractions go just like that until finally it stays and the opening starts to grow with every push. Your hand rests on my thigh as you watch me struggle to birth your child. You can tell the head is big by the size of the bulge and worry about me getting such a big baby out of such a small hole but you don’t say anything. I try to pant through the pain until the next contraction comes, I groan loudly when it does and start to push again. A whole head of hair is showing now, my pussy burning as I stretch taunt around the baby’s head. I start to scream as I struggle to birth your child. The contraction ends and I lay back against the seat trying to relax even though I have a head half out of my pussy. “Darling your doing so good,” you encourage me while rubbing the top of the head lovingly. “It hurts so bad,” I whimper.”I know but reach down and feel how good your doing.” I gingerly reach down and cup the head, gasping as I feel the hair framed by my pussy. I rub the head as I wait for the next contraction. “Oh god,” I groan as the contraction comes and I bear down hard again, the head inching out to the ears before it passes. The next contraction comes again fast and this time I get the head out to the cheeks.

You hear something and glance up to see a police car pulling up behind us. One of the officers steps out, “Sir do you need any help?” he asks. I scream in the car as I push again and the head pops out with a rush of fluids. The officer hears me and rushes over to see what was going on and his eyes get huge when he sees me with my legs wide open and a head hanging heavily between my pussy as you support it. I lay back panting, feeling the odd sensation of the head all the way out. You check to see if the cord is wrapped around the neck as the shoulders turn. You marvel at the size of the head and the weight as we rest for a moment. I start to moan and lean up again to push as the officers both watch in shock as the first shoulder pops out and the next one follows. “Pull it out, just get it out,” I scream at you desperate for this to be over. You gently grab under the shoulder and tug until it slips all the way out leaving my hole gaping wide. You place the bloody baby on my still round belly and I pat it’s back until it starts to cry loudly. “Honey get a blanket,” I tell you as I cuddle the baby close. One of the officers snap out of the shock and grab the blanket for you and hands it to me. I cover the baby and it quiets down slightly. The silent officer comes to, “Sir you need to get her to the hospital. Follow us.” You help me to scoot back so I’m comfortable in the backseat before giving me a deep kiss. You run around the get in the driver’s seat and quickly take off. I ease off the top of my dress and start to nurse the baby, “I can’t believe we just had a baby. I’m sorry about your car.” I tell you as we follow the police car to the hospital.

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Important meeting

Claire had always been a career focused woman; whenever she had to make a choice and the alternative was work related she wouldn't even think twice about it, that's how she lost her husband, he couldn't deal with her ignoring him in favour of another meeting or work event, so he left, but not before leaving Claire a little gift.

"Huuu will you two settle down" the woman scolded the twins in her belly as if they could actually hear her, Claire sighed as she rubbed it to help soothe the discomfort, it had been 8 months since her husband left and 7 since she realised she was pregnant.

Her due date was a week ago but unfortunately the babies decided they had to stay in a little longer, Claire was sick of being pregnant, she couldn't wait to have them out of her so that at work everything could go back to normal, she hated all the extra attention people gave her, always asking if she was fine or if she needed anything, god it was soo annoying.

When they gave her the opportunity for maternity leave she immediately shut that down, she wouldn't let something as trivial as babies growing in her from stopping her from pursuing her career, she intended to work till she had to push them out.

Claire grunted as she felt a tightening sensation over her belly "hnnng you fuckers better stay in there till tomorrow evening, huu I can't miss the meeting"; the board of directors had been considering various employees to join them, Claire was one of them, and tomorrow she would have to be there at all costs.

The brunette undressed and prepared for bed, she wanted to go to sleep early tonight so she could be in her best form, her massive belly kept feeling weird but she gave it no mind just attributing to the twins being active, as she laid in bed rubbing her belly she slowly began to feel herself drift off into sleep.

A strong feeling of tightness in her belly woke Claire up "hnnng fuuuck" she groaned as she sat up on her bed, that was definitely a contraction. As she rubbed her belly she saw that her alarm had already gone off "Shit!! Gotta get ready" she exclaimed as she got up as quickly as she could.

As Claire dressed herself she felt another contraction hit her, it had been less than ten minutes since the last one. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely in labour "hmmm you fuckers won't make me miss this meeting".

Claire rushed down the stairs clutching her labouring belly as she checked the time "alright mmnng should still be able to catch the last bus" she said to herself. As she exited her apartment complex she quickly ran towards the bus stop, just barely making it.

Thankfully her office was only two stops away so in about ten minutes she made it, and she had only two contractions during the ride. She rushed towards the elevator and pressed the button, and as soon as she reached her floor she bolted towards her desk.

Claire panted both from exhaustion and from the pain of her labour as she leaned over her desk. "Hooo hooo mnnnnng fuck, y-you little shits better stay in there" she whispered to her babies as she clutched her belly.

"Hey hey look who made it" Claire turned around to see Jane a colleague and professional annoyance. The pregnant lady scoffed as she sat down on her chair it barely holding her weight as the annoying woman leaned on the entrance to her cubicle.

"You were taking so long I thought you'd popped and had to skip the meeting" Jane said feigning disinterest, Claire waved her away as her other hand rubbed her belly "in your dreams Jane, I'm getting that position no matter what".

Jane chuckled "we'll see mama, we'll see, the meeting is in an hour, hope your baby can wait that long" "babies!" Claire corrected her as her colleague went back to her own cubicle. God she hated that woman, always trying to one up her and sucking up to the bosses, she was insufferable.

Claire tried to distract herself by working as she waited for the meeting to start, the hour felt endless as her contractions were getting stronger and closer together. It was now only fifteen minutes until the meeting, she decided to go to the bathroom so that she wouldn't need to leave the room later.

As Claire waddled towards the bathroom she felt a growing pressure inside of her, but she tried to ignore it. As she sat down on the toilet and unzipped her pencil skirt she felt her strongest contraction yet causing a pained whimper to escape her lips, immediately after she felt fluids gush out of her womanhood soaking her underwear "fuck! No no no not now" she cried out as she felt an increase in pressure.

Claire breathed deeply as she tried to calm herself "hooo hooo, I don't need to freak out, I might still have time" she whispered to herself before standing back up. Fortunately since she had removed her skirt it was dry and clean, but unfortunately her panties were drenched and smelled of birth fluids, so she quickly flushed them down the toilet before heading out of the bathroom.

As Claire went out into the hallway she saw Jane and some of her other colleagues head towards the meeting room, it was time. Everyone entered the room as their bosses pointed them towards their seats.

Claire sat down she heard Mr Smith their local manager start speaking "alright everyone seems to be here. So as you all know we will be reviewing your presentations on how to improve our company's earnings for our next fiscal year. We've decided to review them in alphabetical order."

Claire silently cursed, god of course, why did her last name have to be Zumperly. But before she could even finish her thought condemning the order of the alphabet a contraction hit her causing her to clench her teeth, she needed to push.

Maybe if she just gave a small push it would help relieve the pressure, so as soon as everyone was distracted she gave a small weak push "mnn" a small whimper escaped her lips as she tried her best to not scream from the pain.

As Claire let out small breaths to regain energy she noticed that the person sat in front of her was Jane, who was thankfully busy rereading her notes as her first colleague showed their presentation. She hoped Jane wouldn't be a problem as she was the one right before her, but at least for now she was too worried with her presentation.

"Typical, she has to reread everything at the last minute" Claire thought to herself right before another contraction caused her to wince. Her first baby's head was pressing against her cervix and the need to push was unbearable, but she bit her lip and tried her best not to push "hmm".

The small moan escaping the labouring woman's lips caused Jane to perk up her head to see her rival struggling "oh fuck is she in labour?" She thought to herself as Claire breathed out and went back to pretending to listen to her colleagues' presentation, she wouldn't be surprised if she'd give birth right here, she had always put work before everything else.

As Claire's boss called the next person she felt something poke at her shin, she looked in front of her to see Jane writing something on a piece of paper and sliding it towards her. It read "are you having your baby right now? You know I was joking earlier" Claire scoffed and wrote her answer on the piece of paper and slid it back to Jane.

The woman opened the piece of paper to read "none of your business". "Of course she'd say that if she was in labour" she thought to herself as she wrote on another piece of paper. As Jane wrote she heard a whimper coming from Claire who was clenching her fists as she shifted uncomfortably and bit her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

Claire felt her baby's head enter her birth canal without her pushing as her body contracting made her want to scream, as the contraction ended she felt another piece of paper hit her hand, it read "you have to go to the hospital".

Claire began furiously writing her answer before throwing the piece of paper at Jane, some of their colleagues turned around for a second as they heard the sound of paper being thrown. Jane opened the ball of paper to read "you'd love that wouldn't you, so that you can steal my promotion, now stop bothering me!!"

As Jane gave up on trying to help Claire the labouring woman decided to distract herself from her woes by focusing on her colleagues' presentations "heh everyone is going for such banal and shortsighted plans, I've got this" she thought to herself doing her best to not think about the baby slowly descending her birth canal.

Claire wanted to scream, these presentations just wouldn't end and her contractions were getting unbearable, she had to push. Her boss called Jane which was a small relief as after her rival it'd be her turn finally.

As Jane began her presentation Claire's eyes went wide, she felt her lips begin to slowly bulge out "hmmmm fuck not now baby please" she whispered and groaned as she fought the urge to yell from pain. It definitely didn't help that her rival's presentation rivaled her own.

While Jane kept going with her presentation Claire started giving small pushes hoping to help with the pain, but while the pain of her contractions lessened a strong burning sensation was beginning to form on her puffy lips as her firstborn's head began to stretch them apart.

Claire bit down on her lip to not scream, the taste of blood filling her mouth as she heard Jane concluding her presentation.

"Excellent job miss Yang, so far without a doubt the best presentation yet. Miss Zumperly, it's your turn now, we've been looking forward to see what you have to say." Claire's boss said.

Claire nodded as she slowly stood up her thighs being forced apart by the head spreading her lips as she waddled towards the whiteboard. "S-so as you ah-all know our pr-hm-profits have been hnnn" she tried to talk through the pain before her boss interrupted her.

"Miss Zumperly are you alright" Mr Smith asked seeing Claire struggle "J-just peachy Mr Smiiiiiiioooooooooooh gooood" her answer was interrupted by the sudden need to push and her giving in as her baby's head painfully stretched her lips.

The executives in the room started to panic as Claire kept moaning in pain while leaning on the wall, before Jane intervened "She's in labour, does anyone know how to help?" The room shrugged collectively being full of middle aged men that had only ever heard their wives talk about it in retrospect.

Jane scoffed while Claire pushed again "haaaaaa mnnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhh" she tried her best not to let out an ear piercing scream as her baby reached a full crown, tears streaming down her face as her lips felt like a rubber band close to snapping.

Jane quickly dialed 911 while the executives either went out of the meeting room or stayed with a shocked expression on their face "we are in need of an ambulance right now!! A colleague of mine just went into labour and-" she was interrupted by Claire screaming as she pushed again "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HAAAA haaa hooo hooo" the head popping out of her with fluids spraying all over her ruined pencil skirt making it visible in-between her fat thighs.

"Oh fuck she pushed the head out!! Please hurry up we're in the office building on 51st street on the 12th floor!" Jane concluded quickly throwing her phone aside and going to hold her colleague's baby as it's head dangled out of her sore womanhood.

Claire took deep breaths and held on to the filing cabinet as she prepared herself for the next contraction "P-please hooo catch them" she stuttered out to her rival. Jane nodded before Claire bore down to push with all her might.

"Hnnnggggggaaaaaaaaaaaah haaaaa" the woman yelled and groaned as she pushed her firstborn into her colleague's arms, birth fluids leaking out of her soaking the carpeted floor even more.

As Jane handed Claire her baby the now mother catched her breath while nursing her son "I gotta get to the reception, it'll take forever for them to get all the equipment on the elevator" she said referring to the ambulance crew that her colleague called.

Before Jane could rebut Claire started hurrying towards the elevator, already feeling her second baby pass through her cervix, with every step she took her baby slipped lower and lower as everyone looked at her as she held a baby in her arms with the umbilical cord still hanging out of her.

Claire found herself in the middle of the cubicles as she felt a really strong contraction, this time she immediately gave in to the urge almost involuntarily,she suddenly squatted causing a loud ripping sound to be heard, she looked down to see her tight pencil skirt ripped in half as it slipped off her legs exposing her puffy red womanhood to all her colleagues.

But she had no time to feel embarrassed as she had to push "nnnnnnnnggggghhh haaaa" she panted as her pussy bulged painfully once again, her hand slipping down towards her lips to try to help them stretch.

As people began to gather around Claire her rival reached her, making her way through the crowd she reached the labouring business woman "Do you need help to reach the elevator?" Jane asked as she lowered herself to the squatting mother's height.

Claire nodded and slowly pulled herself up holding on to her colleague as they both slowly walked towards the elevator "hmmm nnngghh" the labouring woman moaned as her lips began to slowly open up again.

As they entered the elevator Jane pushed the ground floor button while Claire bit her lip and kept breastfeeding her newborn "hooo th-thanks b-but why hnnng are you helping me?" She asked her rival, to which she responded "I mean I do want the same position that you do but I'm not heartless, even if you might think otherwise"

Claire grunted as she gave a small push causing her lips to open up more and more "hmmmm" Jane knelt in-between her colleague's legs and pressed on her perineum to help prevent tearing "and also I might find myself in the same situation in a few months" she said.

Claire looked at her once rival and said "oh! Well hooo congratulations I guess, it's n-not hnnng easy" Jane chuckled "yeah well I can see that", Claire smiled lightly before feeling a contraction and pushing with it "hooooooooooo mmnnnnnnggggAAAAAAH" she yelled as her baby crowned.

Jane's hands went to help her colleague's lips stretch as she pushed "this baby seems a bit bigger than its brother" she said as Claire leaned on the elevator door absentmindedly just before hearing a ding followed by a robotic voice saying "ground floor"

As the cold metal doors opened Claire fell backwards only to be quickly caught by Jane, the event caused most people at the reception to turn towards the awkward pair as the thick half naked office lady moaned.

"Huuuuuu goood it hurts so bad" she said as the baby's head came out about halfway, Jane tried her best to help Claire back up only for her to squat down, as the less pregnant of the two was about to rebut she heard sirens approaching the building.

Jane quickly stood up and said "wait right there" before sprinting towards the entrance, Claire didn't even process what was said as she had to focus on pushing "hoooooooooooaaaaaaaah" her moan turned into a yell that echoed through the reception as her second baby's head came out of her.

She was squatting so low that head almost touched the now wet floor. As Claire gathered strength for her next push she heard a commotion as Jane and two paramedics ran towards her, but before she could say anything the strongest contraction she ever felt hit her.

"HMMNMAAAAAAAAH OOOOH GOD FUUUCK" she yelled as the baby's shoulders stretched her beyond belief causing her to tear. A paramedic quickly grabbed her firstborn from her arms allowing them to go to her battered womanhood as she yelled, while the other quickly went to hold the second baby as it slipped out of her.

As Claire finally felt the relief of her birth canal finally emptying she laid on the ground panting, while the paramedics cut her babies' cords and cleaned them up, Jane approached her and jokingly asked "you ready for that presentation now?" To which Claire chuckled "of course just tell the board of directors to reach me in my hospital room."

Hey everyone sorry this took so long, I hope you all enjoy it

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Adventures of You: Midnight Gift

You wake to the sound of me whimpering.

I’m next to you in bed. Your beautiful partner, together with you forever. And, almost as though a natural symptom of that commitment, a heavily pregnant swell bulges beneath the sheets. Your child, a seed you planted inside me almost nine months ago growing and blooming within my womb. Your heart swells with pride and anticipation, eager to meet the baby we’ve made together. And, in no small way, eager to watch me push it out.

I was always a little scared of being pregnant. It was disempowering, frightening, like my body could just be used by anyone at any time to make an entire human being, and I would just be left to helplessly deal with the consequences. But over the years… I realized how someone could love someone enough to inflict that on themselves. To willingly let themselves be used by a man like an incubator to bring a being that is half them and half you into the world.

When you were inside me, and I leaned up and whispered “Impregnate me. Right now. Make me grow big and heavy with your child, and then watch as your baby slowly emerges from my body. Make me give in to my feminine nature. Show me what I was made for. Use me. Right now.” Your reaction was priceless. The way you stiffened, grunted… the feeling of your seed thudding against my cervix… it was breathtaking. I don’t think I ever came harder in my entire life, realizing that that was it. There was no way I wasn’t conceiving from that display of virility.

You’d eagerly explored every inch of my body, and I’d not tried to stop you once. Videos and pictures galore ensure that this pregnancy will never be forgotten. You claimed me, impregnated me, and we have almost every single day of gradual, subtle changes logged in intimate, loving detail. Saved in a box, hidden away from accidental discovery.

The whole time, I’ve put on acts for you. I always knew you enjoyed feeling in control, sometimes a little dark, a little taboo. I put on a highschool girl outfit, and whimpered that you’d put a little life-ruiner into my tummy, that I would have to drop out, that all the other kids made fun of me. I moaned and doubled over, saying that I could swear I felt your little monster starting to thrust, that it wouldn’t be long before your perfect, pregnant egg hatched wide open, and that you should take me while you still could. I pinned you down and forced myself on top of you, placing your hands on my bump and cooing about how much of an idiot you were, that now you were trapped, that once I gave birth I’d have part of you forever.

But after every play, victim or aggressor, we cooled off with some cuddling, some warm relaxation. Truly and deeply in love. Having given myself to you completely, the fact that you had claimed my body obvious to everyone who so much as looked at me, and we both knew it. We both delighted in it, random people able to tell how much we meant to each other by the unmistakable sign that we had created life together, that I was about to birth for you.

As a result, when my whimpers and gasps reach your ears, you can’t help but be excited. And don’t worry, you don’t have to hide it. I don’t want you to. I want to know exactly how much this ordeal is turning you on.

You roll over, place a gentile hand on my belly. I stiffen, not having meant to wake you. Then, I take your hand, and guide it down as you feel my life-filled bump shrink under your palm. Down, down, between my legs, where my nightgown is lifted. You feel the wet heat of my sex through my panties, the softness of my swollen, sensitive womanhood that you’ve come to know every inch of.

I’m trembling against you, and my breath catches. You feel the posture of my body shift. And then… wetness pours from between my legs. It coats your hand, soaks my panties. My waters. I lean over, whisper in a voice choked with effort and emotion, “It’s time. I’m having your baby.”

I throw the blanket off my heavily pregnant form, quickly tugging off my nightgown, leaving me exposed. “I’ve been in labor for almost a whole day… just been hiding it. I w-wanted to surprise you…” I pant, as I begin to heave myself up. You try to rise along with me, to get me to a hospital or support me, but I firmly shove you back down, flat against the mattress, a wild glint in my eye.

“You don’t understand.” I groan, pressing a hand to my contracting middle. “The baby. Is coming. Out. Of me. Right. Now. I’ve been waiting for my waters to break, but the head… it’s been slowly inching down for the last hour.” as I force the words out, I swing one leg over you, straddling your form as you look up at me, fire in my eyes, confidence and fear radiating from me in equal measure.

“Feel hon. Feel her… c-coming out… your b-baby girl starting to emerge from my body… oh it hurts babe… she’s coming… I’m g-giving birth for you!” I throw my head back as you see my bare belly shrink down once more. My thighs tremble against you, you can feel me pushing with all my might, can feel how I’m shifting my weight and lifting myself slightly as amniotic fluid gently drips from my ruined panties onto your chest.

One of your hands grips my underwear and tugs them to the side, giving you an unobstructed view of my sex. Everything swollen and flushed with impending delivery, my lips twitching and quivering slightly as I bore down. You pull my panties against my thigh, holding them in place with your hand, as the other reaches up, teasing my feminine wetness, gradually pushing inside as I shivered and moaned. As you reach only a quarter of the way into me before you feel her. She’s there, right there, inside me. The head is soft, slimy, you can feel what seems to be hair. I’m really giving birth, no more than a few minutes before she’s out.

I gasp and lean forward, pinning your shoulders to the bed as my eyes go wide and tears well up inside them. “She’s so big babe… she’s splitting my body wide open for her… ohhh ow ow ow, you did this to me… Your baby is hurting me, I’m birthing for you and all I can do is give in! I’m becoming a mommy, SHE WANTS TO BE BOOORNNN!!!” My cries increase in pitch and intensity as I shift my feet under me, squatting deeply as my arms tremble, bearing down with all my might.

You withdraw your finger as I push, cupping your groin over my entrance. You feel the intimately familiar shape of my body. You feel it begin to change. Against your palm, my groin starts to bulge. The head is forcing my skin to stretch and strain to hold it. Our baby girl is on the very verge of crowning as I have to stop and catch my breath. You tease me, your member rock hard, finger dipping in and out of my slit, feeling our soon-to-be-born child’s head resting just behind my barely-closed lips.

“So much pressure babe…” I moan, feeling my body opening to bring life into the world. “I’m s-so out-of-control right now… I can’t fight it, I HAVE to do this… she’s coming OUT OF ME BABE!!!” I scream, as the product of your seed continues its journey from my body. The contractions are relentless now, you see the sweat running down my forehead, glistening on my laboring mound, my entire body consumed by the process of bringing life into the world.

You feel her. My womanhood continues to press forward until, at last, as my grunts and whimpers increase in intensity, my lips part. You feel our daughter’s head, the skin coated in a slimy layer of my body fluids, hair slippery and damp. As I keep bearing down, our baby girl continues to gain ground, more fully filling your hand, crowning boldly as I strain.

I have to stop, gulping in breath. “It burns, it burns so much, I can feel it, I’m crowning. She’s coming OUT, our baby… our sweet baby, oh she’s hurting me so bad… oh… ohhh… OOOHHH!!!” My thighs quiver once more as I lean far back, my hands gripping your thighs tight as I struggle to deliver. You move your hand, seeing her head opening me, the color of your hair belonging to the life we created, nestled in the pubic hair framing my sex.

Birthing fluids continue to drip slowly from me onto your body. I’m birthing ONTO your chest, out child coming out of me and on to you. “Crowning, it burns, I’m on fire down there babe it BUUURNSSS!!!” My cries become a harsh, desperate hiss as I push with all my might, my sex straining with the head opening me more than I’d ever even come close to experiencing before.

You watch as I gradually open into a full, aching crown. Then, with a cry of surprise and pain, our daughter slipped from my womanhood, the head slipping free alongside a spray of musky amniotic fluids. Your chest is now soaked, and you can see our child’s face dangling between my legs. You feel around the neck for a cord, and find none. She’s safe and healthy.

I shudder and moan, clearly uncomfortable, as the new life hanging out of me begins to rotate. “She’s almost out… she’s so beautiful… oh gods… sweetheart, our little girl is so close… the shoulders… that’s all that’s left… I just… want you to feel good… I want this to be amazing for you!” My belly shrinks down once more, and to your surprise, you feel my hand reaching between your legs. I find your member, and begin to clumsily stroke the shaft, distracted by my labor but eager to let you enjoy this to the fullest.

Meanwhile, I begin to push one more time. You feel your balls throbbing as I strain, a sob escaping me in a blast as my fingertips gently run along the underside of your tip. “Cum for me, babe…” I whisper breathlessly, as the shoulders begin to bulge forward. “Cum, cum while I birth for you… please… please please hon, do it for me, I want to feel it… I NEED to feel it… Let it all out… oh gods… it hurts, she’s coming out… cum for me while I GIVE BIRTH!!!”

How could you not? As one arm slips free, you feel it begin. As the other emerges, you feel the sap of your lions go bubbling up your shaft, an intense pleasurable need. And, as the body emerges from me in an intense rush of heat and wetness, so too do you make a sexy mess for me, your seed spraying into the air carelessly, my only regret that it’s not already urgently working on making a sibling inside me for our daughter.

Amniotic fluid goes pouring onto your chest, followed by a baby, which lands with a wet splat against you. I sag forward, reaching down and lifting her carefully. “She’s so beautiful…” I whisper, tears choking my voice. “I did it. We did it. We had a baby. I’m so happy…” She begins to cry, just as she’s supposed to, squalling and kicking energetically. A brand new person, half you and half me.

I can’t wait to learn all about who she is. And, after I give myself time to heal, I look forward to letting you impregnate me with a sibling or two for her. Only the first of many, many that I wish to give you.

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Army's Time

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It had been a long seven days. Seven whole days past their due date, and Army was absolutely beyond ready to have this baby out. They’d been trying lots of home remedies and old wives tales to try to get things moving- spicy foods, long walks, stairs (which they said was the worst), and, most recently, yoga.

Which meant, when Eli came back from their trip out to get some snacks and sodas from the convenience store, he wasn’t too surprised to find Army in the position he found them in.

Down on the floor on a mat, one leg was curled under their gravid form, and the other stretched far behind them in a split, toes pointed. Their hands were linked, their arms stretched far above their head, and their eyes were peacefully closed as they breathed through the stretch of the position.

Eli smiled and closed the door, setting the bags on the coffee table after kicking off his shoes. He unloaded a couple of the cold sodas and a couple bags of the spicy chips he’d been sent to fetch, then padded into the kitchen to put the rest of the things away.

When he came back, Army was on their knees at the table, already popping the cap of their soda. The two met eyes and Army smiled, their eyes twinkling a little. They swallowed their big gulp of drink, then burped before holding out a hand for Eli. “Help me up, I’m like a beached whale.”

“You’re gonna get stuck down there one of these days when I’m on an errand.” Eli chuckled, taking their hand and helping them to their feet. Army snorted, then lazily wrapped their arms around Eli’s neck, planting a soda-sticky kiss on his cheek.

“Mm. Thanks for the snacks. And for saving me from getting stuck. My hero~” They teased, and Eli rolled his eyes, ignoring the small flush that popped up on his cheeks as he rested a hand on the side swell of their belly.

Army took another big drink of the soda, then untangled themself from Eli’s embrace and set it down on the table, munching a couple of the spicy chips before going back to stretching. This time, they planted their hands on the coffee table and scooted their feet back a bit on the floor, so their back straightened and their belly hung down a little bit.

As Eli watched, taking a couple steps out of the way and reaching for his own soda, his cheeks colored, and he cleared his throat, quickly taking a couple big drinks.

Army turned their head and snuck a peek up at Eli as they felt his gaze, arching an eyebrow and giving them a smirk. “Hm? See something you like, big guy?”

“Mm.” Eli licked his lips, then boldly stepped up behind them, wrapping his arms around their waist and cupping his hands under the weight of their belly.

The response from Army was an immediate purr, and, as Eli knew they would, they pushed themself up and leaned back against him, smirking. “Lift, lift!” They urged, and Eli laughed softly into their ear as he adjusted his hands.

Once he got his hands securely under their belly, he very gently lifted and took some of the pressure into his hands. Their belly was definitely heavy, especially since they were an entire week overdue. The rumbly grumbly purr and mumbled sweet nothings were a distinct sign that they loved being pregnant, but also felt very done with the entire process.

Eli chuckled softly and nosed at the back of their neck, and Army turned their head, huffing a soft breath on his cheek. When he lifted his head, they grabbed his lips in a soft kiss, and Eli’s eyes slowly slipped closed.

His thumbs gently stroked the underside of Army’s belly, feeling how taut the skin was and how warm their skin was. After a moment or two, Army smirked against his lips and broke the kiss, giggling as they wiggled their backside against Eli’s hips. “Oooh. Somebody’s awake.”

Eli immediately flushed, his eyes popping open. If this were a month or so ago, he would have immediately jerked back away from Army’s backside, knowing that he was giving himself away. But now, now that he knew that his excitement and arousal at their belly was not only an okay thing but also a welcome thing, he stayed put, giving his companion a crooked, innocent smile.

Army dragged their eyes open and grinned knowingly at him, chuckling and resting their hands over top of his. After a moment, they patted and pulled back, stretching a little. “Whaddya say we take this back to the bedroom so I can stretch my back while we canoodle? Mm?”

Eli blinked, then nodded, cheeks still burning red. “Mm. Mhm. Sounds good. Okay, coming down.”

Slowly, he lowered the belly back down, and Army shrunk a bit, shoulders slumping forward, and a string of spicy curses tumbling out of their mouth. “Ugh. Listen. This kiddo is getting an eviction notice if they make me wait another week.”

Smiling, Eli took his companion’s hand and led them back toward their bedroom, and the two flopped onto the bed side by side. Army immediately stretched out on their side, adjusting the long pregnancy pillow around them, then held their arms out for Eli, who crawled over close and bent his head for some soft kissing before carefully settling down too.

Leaning on one elbow, he laid his other hand on their belly, rubbing gently, then pressing in a little bit. Army smiled against his lips when he pressed in, lifting a hand to tangle in his hair. When the kiss broke for breath, they opened their eyes and nosed at Eli’s jaw, mumbling softly.

“You better get your fill of this belly before it goes away. C’mon, big guy.”

Eli giggled a little bit, then nodded, pausing for one more small smooch before scooting down a bit and nuzzling his nose against their belly. Army purred and rested their hand in his hair, and Eli smiled, his heart fluttering.

Paying special attention to their swollen sides with his hand, Eli stroked their shirt up and out of the way, then nosed and kissed at their belly, feeling how taut their skin is, how heavy, and how it rolled and shifted with their breathing and the subtle shifting of the baby inside. The baby’s movements had gotten a bit more sleepy seeming lately, likely prepping to come out, but a couple weeks ago they were kicking and stretching so much it made Army’s belly lurch.

Humming a soft, happy sound in the back of his throat, Eli nosed and nuzzled just under Army’s navel, sliding his hand up toward their hip. Army smiled and purred a sigh, shifting their hips and seeming to melt into the bed. “Mmh…that feels good…”

“Yeah?” Eli breathed, and Army nodded, their eyes closing lazily.

“Mhm…felt like I’ve had a bowling ball in my hips all day long…or a watermelon or something.”

“Mm.” Eli tisked his tongue, then slid his hand lower, stroking across Army’s hip, then slowly down across where their leg hid under the weight of the belly. Army inhaled through their nose, arching and lifting up their leg a little bit at the intimate touch.

Eli smiled and guided their leg to come over and rest on his hip, knee bent, and he stroked their thigh, giving it a little squeeze with just his fingertips before returning his hand to their belly. Army giggled a bit, scritching at his scalp with their nails.

Eli’s hand stroked low across the base of their belly, then slowly came back up their swollen side, feeling their breath hitch in their throat. Then, just as Eli bent his head to press his lips against their warm skin-

“Ah-” Army grunted softly, their forehead creasing, and their hips twitched just a bit. All of a sudden there was a light splashing sound, and Eli realized his pants, the pillow, and Army’s thighs were all wet. Really wet. Eli blinked and sat up a bit in alarm, and Army leaned up clumsily on one elbow, trying to peek over the belly and the pillow and their tangled limbs.

“Hoh shit. Eli, babe, I think that was my water. Hohh-” Their words were cut off with a soft moan, and they flopped back into the pillows, arching their back and tangling their fingers even tighter into Eli’s hair.

Eli just stared, their hand overing above Army’s hip. Their water had broken. Didn’t that mean they were in labor? What was he supposed to do? His heart hammered in his chest, and he tried to wiggle away, but Army tugged him closer, shaking their head.

“Mm-mm. Nope. Don’t you go anywhere. Stay right there, I’m having a contraction.”

Their voice seemed…strangely calm, and so did their expression. Eli stared at them in shock, then swallowed hard and nodded, settling back down into the bed and ignoring the wet spots. “Uhm. O-Okay. I’m right here.”

“Ooooooh…” Army moaned softly, and Eli slowly rested his hand back on their belly. It felt hard, and it slowly lurched and then released under his hand. As it released, Army huffed through their nose, then opened their eyes, melting into a mischievous grin.

“Well. Fuck. Looks like kiddo finally heard me.”

“Uhm. Yeah.” Eli blinked, then shifted a bit. “You wanna, uhm. Clean up a little?”

“Yeah, I guess we’d better, but I’m getting right back in this bed as soon as we’re not all gross anymore. I’m too comfy right here.”

Eli nodded, slowly sitting up and offering his hands. Army took the help and grunted as they rocked to a sitting position.

Together they wiggled out of their soaked clothes and Eli threw a couple of old towels down on the bed, leaving his boxers and tshirt on but peeling off his pants. Army elected to keep their shirt on as well, only pulling off their pants and then tying the shirt off above their belly so it’d be out of the way.

True to their word, Army flopped right back down as soon as they were done, huffing and resting half on their side with their belly propped on the pregnancy pillow. Eli, on the other hand, gathered their clothes up and tossed them into the hamper, then, nervously fidgeting, left the room to grab towels and Army’s ‘Baby go bag’ that they’d put together a week ago.

When he came back and set the bag on the floor by the door, he was surprised to see Army still looking chill and almost serene. One arm was curled almost lazily under the pillow at their head, the other lay tucked underneath their globe of a belly, fingers pressed against their labia.

Slowly, Eli approached the bed again and sat down, and almost immediately Army had their eyes open, looking up at him and grabbing for him. “Get back over here, I need distraction.”

“Distraction? Wha-...Shouldn’t we call an ambulance or something? Get you to a doctor?” Eli stammered out even as he scooted closer, taking Army’s hand in his.

“Fuck no.” Army mumbles, laughing a little bit. “I’m only going to a doc if something goes wrong or I want pain meds. Nah, I’m gonna just pop this kiddo out right here and we’re all gonna be good.”

They laughed again at Eli’s shocked expression, their belly bouncing a bit.

“Wait, seriously?? Here? In bed?”

“Yes, here, in bed. I’m comfy. Now get over here and kiss me.”

Biting his lip, Eli whined, but leaned in and pressed their lips softly to Army’s, squeezing their fingers tight in his. his other hand leans further on the bed, and he can feel them shifting and rolling against the pillow.

The contractions…didn’t hurt. That was the surprising thing to Army. It wasn’t like crushing pain, like all the horror stories they’d heard. It was a sensation of pressure, of squeezing, and they could feel the baby super low in their pelvis. It was odd, but it felt good.

And kissing Eli while they were having a contraction felt even better.

When the contraction faded, Army slowly broke the kiss and smiled, letting go of Eli’s hand to cup between their legs again. “Don’t freak out on me, now. I swear, I’m fine, and I'll tell you the minute I’m not fine.”

Nervously, Eli bit his lip, then nodded, scooting further onto the bed and crossing his legs under him. With his other hand, he rubbed big, slow circles on Army’s belly, smiling as he watched their face relax.

When the next contraction came, Army shifted further onto their back, one knee still propped up and the other butterflied, heel to their butt. They chewed their lip and huffed quick, soft breaths, and Eli watched almost in wonder as their belly lurched, tensed, and changed shape.

A bit more fluid escaped from between Army’s fingers, and they moan, shivery and soft, as they slowly rub their fingers up and down their labia to massage themselves.

“Mmh…this kiddo is so low. They’ve been low for like…” They lick their lips as they think, eyes coming open just halfway. “...three days, but this is…oof.”

“Wow. They’re really coming.” Eli murmured, stroking their hand down the lower swell of their belly and then back up their side. “I didn’t think it would be this fast.”

“Mhm.” Army nodded and smirked, then looked up at Eli and pursed their lips.

With a small chuckle, Eli leaned down and kissed them again, hand pressed lovingly to their side. When the kiss broke, he smiled, nosing playfully at their cheek before sitting back up.

“...I definitely thought you’d be cursing and throwing things at me right now.”

Army laughed, their belly bouncing. “Naaah. I just want this kiddo out of me. Been waiting for this since the beginning. And like I said, it doesn’t hurt, it just feels…” They slowly inhale through their nose, eyes fluttering closed, and Eli can feel their belly tensing and rolling under his palm.

“Mmh…pressure.”

Without being asked, Eli leans down and the two begin kissing again, Army kneading the pillow with one hand and massaging their labia with the other. They make soft sounds against Eli’s lips, humming and grumbling, as the contraction crests, then recedes.

This time, Eli doesn’t break the deep kiss until Army pulls back, and the two smile at each other, both with excited twinkles in their eyes. It was finally time to become parents.

–

After a few more rolling contractions, Army began to feel restless, rocking their hips and even halfway sitting up during contractions- they’d tangle a hand in Eli’s hair and crash their lips into his, both of them moaning softly into each others mouths until the contraction was over and the pressure receded.

Finally, Army flailed their arms, planting their palms on the bed. “Hokay. That’s enough. I wanna sit up.”

“You got it.” Eli nods and offers his hands, and together they tug the gravid Army up to a sitting position. They let go to shift and turn, swinging their legs out of bed and perching on the edge, knees apart.

“W-Where do you want me?” Eli stammered, and Army blew out their breath as they settled, pushing the pregnancy pillow away from them. “Mmh. Behind me. Cmere and sit behind me so I can lean on you.”

Eli nodded and quickly jogged around the bed, crawling onto the mattress and settling behind Army with his arms outstretched. With a soft groan, Army leaned back into his waiting arms, then smiled, resting their hands on his thighs. “There we go. That’s the ticket. Hohhh.”

Just in time, another contraction began to roll through them, and they let their head fall forward, body relaxed and limp- all except for their elbows, which stayed firm and locked, hands pressed into Eli’s thighs. “Ohhhh…” They groaned softly, and Eli pressed his lips to the back of their neck, resting his hands on their hips.

“Hohh.” Army huffs, then inhales deeply, bringing their head back up and letting it flop back onto Eli’s shoulder. “This kid is COMIN’.”

“Wait, really? It’s only been, like…an hour since your water broke!” Eli babbled, his eyes widening a little bit. “You’re supposed to be in labor for, like…hours, aren’t you?”

Army snorted through their nose, belly bouncing a bit. “Hmph. Tell that to this kid. They want OUT. Ohhh.” Their head flops back forward, and Eli mumbles a few sweet nothings, pressing his lips to the back of their neck and their shoulder.

As Army continues to work through their rapid contractions, each one coming at least a few seconds quicker than the last, Eli does what he can to comfort them- kneading their hips as they shift and rock them back and forth against the edge of the bed, pressing his palm to their chest and helping even out their breaths, and leaving trails of gentle kisses up and down the nape of their neck and the back of each shoulder.

As each contraction washed through them, Army vocalized a little bit more and more- never screaming or yelling, but moaning, rumbling, even purring. The pressure was intense, but it was sensual, and finding their rhythm as well as feeling Eli so close, their kisses against their warm skin, and the deepening of the baby into their pelvis…it was amazing how much they were enjoying the experience.

Hands kneading a bit into Eli’s thighs, head bowed forward, Army inhaled deeply through their nose and blew out their breath as slowly as they could, cheeks puffed and lips pursed. Things were really ramping up.

As the contraction peaked, their nose crinkled, and they grimaced a small half-smile, belly pulsing under Eli’s palms. They gave a soft grunt, then whooshed out their breath and leaned back against him, panting excitedly and squirming a bit.

“Hahhhh. It’s coming. It’s coming. I’m gonna push, okay?”

“Wait, wait, push?? Now?” Eli immediately stiffened up behind them, hands pressing tighter into their belly. “Hang on, it’s way, way too early!”

Army slowly opened their eyes and turned their head, lifting a hand to rest on their companion’s cheek. “Hey. Hey. Stop panicking, lookit me.”

Eli bit his lip and did as he was asked, meeting their eyes. Army smiled, then booped Eli’s nose with one finger.

“I’m fine. Kiddo’s fine. This is going…exactly like I wanted it to go. I want you here, and I want you to catch. Okay?”

Their voice was calm, and the happiness in their eyes settled Eli’s nerves a bit. Slowly, he nodded, and Army nodded back, giving him a smirk.

“Don’t wuss out on me now. This is exactly how I wanted things to go.”

“It is?”

“Uh, yeah.” Army chuckled and shifted their hips again, huffing and moving their hands away from his thighs. “It doesn’t even hurt, it’s just…intense. Now get down there and help me get this baby out, will ya?”

Eli couldn’t help but laugh, some of the nerves escaping his body. Nodding, he rubbed their back as he peeled himself away from them, then scooted off the bed and kneeled down in front of Army.

As he looked up at them, they resettled their hands on either side of them, closing their eyes and tossing their hair out of their face.

Eli smiled, his cheeks turning red. This was…an incredible view, and some small part of his brain needled him to enjoy it before the time was up.

He stretched up his hands and rested them on the base of their belly, gently stroking the skin with his thumbs, and Army smiled, purring and opening their eyes halfway to peek down at him.

“You ready for this?”

Eli nodded, sitting up on his knees to plant a kiss just below their navel. “Ready as I’ll ever be. I think.”

At Army’s look, he laughed.

“I’m right here, go for it.”

Melting into a smile, Army shook their head, then slowly inhaled, letting their eyes drift closed as they blew out their breath. They moved their knees a little bit apart, and when Eli peeked in between, he was surprised to see a bit of a bulge behind their labia.

He felt their belly slowly tense beneath his hands, and then all at once, Army was pushing. They wrinkled their nose and arched their back, shoving their hips forward against the edge of the bed as they bore down.

A bit of fluid escaped their bulging lips, and they groaned as they released their push, squirming and resettling their hips. “Mmm. Hmm. Hm-”

Their breath and noise stuck in their throat as they gave another small push, then they all but growled as they relaxed, shifting to one side and sliding one hand down between their legs. Eli moved his hands to give them room, gripping onto their thighs instead.

“Hahh. Ahhh. Ohhh that’s awesome.” Army purred, and Eli couldn’t help but laugh, rubbing their thighs.

“You’re doing amazing. This is amazing.” He whispered, and Army gave him a big grin, biting on their lip and shifting around a bit.

Leaning back on one hand, they lifted up one leg and propped their calf on Eli’s shoulder, letting their knee fall butterflied to the outside. “Ohhh…there we go…” They groaned in pleasure, massaging at their labia. “That’s better…”

Eli turned his head and kissed at their inner thigh, then turned back to watch as they began to push again, the contractions not letting up.

Slowly, with each little grunty push, their labia bulged further and further, until their opening revealed a tiny teardrop of a head. Eli’s jaw dropped open despite himself, and he reached one hand to gently stroke at the spot.

Army gasped in a soft breath as they felt his touch, shivering all over. Their fingers immediately wandered up to press on their clit, and they moaned, curling up around their belly a bit.

“Don’t stop. Don’t…don’t stop-” They pleaded, voice strained through an uncontrollable push, and Eli quickly moved both hands to massage and stroke at their parting labia.

Army had never been in such bliss. The contractions weren’t letting up, and it was like their entire body was working to get the baby down and out while flooding their senses with electricity. The feeling of Eli’s hands on their labia just heightened the sensation, and they couldn’t help but moan, jaw slack and a smile on their face.

“Ohh! Yes! C’mon!” They growled, melting into a push and rolling shaky fingers around their clit. They could feel their skin stretching, burning, the baby’s head getting closer and closer to actually emerging, fluid dripping on their thighs and off onto the floor.

Eli had expected screaming, maybe some cursing…he hadn’t expected seeing his partner in absolute ecstasy. He was, to be honest, a bit flummoxed, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t enjoying the experience. Fingers coated with dripping fluid, Eli continued massaging and pressing against their stretching folds, murmuring soft encouragement through their happy shouts and excited moans.

Breath catching, Army shuddered all over and dropped their jaw, fingers pressed tight against their clit and feeling the soft squish of the baby’s head rubbing just underneath.

Finding their breath, they bore down hard with a loud growl, and the baby’s head suddenly emerged with a gush of fluid, all the way up to their neck. Army came just after, groaning loudly and their other arm giving way, letting them flop back onto their back on the bed. They panted roughly in happiness, both hands reaching and cupping the baby’s head.

Eli, on the other hand, didn’t even notice he’d been soaked with fluid. All he cared about was the baby’s head that had come out right into his hands. They had chubby cheeks, and a smushed nose. Laughing breathlessly, Eli smoothed his fingers over their features, clearing away a bit of the mess. “Holy shit! Holy shit, Army! You’ve got it, the head’s totally out!”

Army didn’t seem to respond, just trying to get their breath back with big, vocal pants of breath. However, when the next contraction crested and crashed over them, they sat right up, leaning on one elbow, and pushed, hard, a huge smile on their face. Their eyes twinkled as they growled with effort, peeking over their belly as they felt more fluid escaping.

“It’s okay! It’s okay…” Eli peeked up at them and smiled, and nodded as they let go of their push and relaxed. “Their head is out, they’re good, they’re just turning…”

“Okay. Okay.” Army nodded, raking their hand through their hair and sighing deeply. After a moment’s rest, they curl up around their belly and grab their knee in one hand, pulling it hard to their chest as they push again, a low effort sound rumbling in their chest.

Eli watched in wonder, hands hovering underneath, as the baby slowly turned, fluid dripping from around their neck, and their shoulders began to emerge.

It wasn’t until this moment that he realized just how big the new baby was. He should have predicted, judging by how big Army’s belly had gotten, but it was completely different seeing the not-so-little one almost in his hands. They were so big, and they’d arrived so, so fast.

Army gasped in a breath and laughed excitedly, shivering, before grunting and giving another small push, belly lurching. The baby wriggled, seemed to stretch, and slid free in one quick movement, right into Eli’s waiting arms with a small splash of fluid.

Army flopped back onto their back in happiness and relief, panting hard. Eli stared at the wriggling, coughing baby in his arms with a mixture of joy and disbelief on his face.

When the baby started crying, wailing and filling up the room with their voice, both of the new parents looked at each other and started laughing, exhausted and more happy than they could imagine.

–

After flailing around to clean up, cut the cord, strip the bed, and get fresh sheets put on, Army relaxed back into bed with the new baby in their lap, smiling down at the sleeping munchkin. Eli joined them in bed after a moment, having changed clothes and started a huge laundry load. They snuggled up to Army’s side, stroking the top of the baby’s head.

“Hey.” Army nudged his side. Eli looked up at them, and they smiled at each other before sharing a quick, soft kiss.

“Mm. Guess what?”

“What?” Eli smiled softly, eyebrows going up.

“It’s a girl.” Army grinned mischievously, then laughed at Eli’s expression of blooming shock.

“Wha…what? A girl?”

“Yep. So you know what that means. You get to name her, that’s the deal.”

Eli rubbed the back of his neck, leaning against Army a little bit. “A-Are you sure? I mean-”

“Shush. You’re her dad now, no matter what anyone else says. You get to name her.”

Slowly, Eli nodded, looking down at their daughter. After a moment’s thought, he smiled, resting his hand on her tiny chest.

“Delilah. Her name’s Delilah, after my mom.”

Army leaned in and pressed a big smoochy kiss to his cheek, beaming at him. “Perfect. Nice work, dad. Now you should order us some pizza, that was a shit ton of work and I am starved.”

Eli blinked in surprise, then laughed and pulled out his cell phone. He had some calls to make.

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The Eve Project:

The Stud

Her moans of pain carried through the woods, wafting like the mist in the night air. A young woman lay nude on a bed of moss beneath an oak tree, a sheen of sweat glistening upon her rounded belly under the moonlight. Her stomach heaved, and she arched her back with the strain of another contraction, letting out a soft wail of agony as her hips widened and contorted in preparation for birth.

“Her labor went by incredibly fast, I’m glad I was able to find you in time,” said Lee as he led the father-to-be through the trees to the laboring woman. She labored on the moss while a few of her close friends and bunk-mates kept her company, massaging her shoulders and back. Evan Wilde, the one responsible for her current state, breezed past the rest of them and knelt beside the woman struggling to bear his child.

Liv, the woman in labor, smiled weakly up at him. “This one went much faster than my last two,” she sighed, rubbing her distended belly soothingly. “I think I was only in labor for about four hours, Jace says I’m already really close.” She winced at the movement beneath her hands, her womb shifting and tightening around her unborn child.

Evan ran his fingers over her tummy, relishing how soft yet firm it felt. He never grew tired of getting women pregnant, watching them grow and swell with the life he put inside them. Here at the Eve Project he was jokingly referred to as a stud; the ratio of women who sought him out for loving and breeding was consistently high, and he had a sizable amount of children after less than five years. At this point, he was starting to think this might be his purpose, being used as breeding stock and fathering a multitude of children.

One of which began to make its way into the world, as Liv let out a tormented scream and clutched her belly. “Oh my God, it’s coming!” she moaned, and Evan watched in wonder and arousal as her body started pushing on its own. Liv gripped his hand, while he brushed her hair away from her face. Suddenly she pried her legs apart and reached down, the baby’s head just beginning to bulge behind her folds, pressing against her tender womanhood. Dr. Jace moved towards her and pressed a hand against her bottom to apply counterpressure.

“Breathe, Liv,” Evan whispered in her ear, trying not to let on how turned on he was by the sounds she was making as she pushed. With a guttural moan, Liv bore down and the head finally emerged. “Good job,” he praised, holding his lover’s thigh to make room for the baby. “You’re doing beautifully!”

But she was lost in the throes of childbirth now, hunching forward and pushing with all her strength until she birthed the rest on the soft moss beneath her. The infant began to squall, and warm congratulations rippled through the group.

“You did amazing,” Evan said blissfully, stroking the baby’s head as it was laid on her chest. She smiled up at him in the darkness.

“Evan!” came someone crashing through the treeline noisily. “Evan, it’s Rachel!”

Those who weren’t preoccupied with cleaning up the newborn and tending to Liv stared at Evan with bewildered amusement.

“Two in one night, eh there, stud?” someone finally said, eliciting a chorus of laughter, and Evan kissed Liv and his baby before sheepishly getting to his feet and following the new individual through the trees.

“How close is she?” Evan asked as they briskly made the short trek to the watering hole. A cry of pain on the far side of the pond told him birth was imminent, so he broke into a run.

Rachel was kneeling in the shallow, sandy pond, the moonlight illuminating her enormous belly. She clutched her belly, her breathing ragged, and tensed.

“Don’t push yet!” cried Sheilah, an older mother who was attending to her. “Let me check you…”

“I can’t help it,” sobbed Rachel, doubled over in pain. She looked like the baby could fall out of her at any second. “I have to push so bad.”

Evan slipped into the water as quickly and smoothly as he could manage, wrapping a supportive arm around her shoulders as she screamed with another contraction.

Shocked, but still panting from her labor pains, Rachel gasped, “Evan, I thought you’d be with Liv tonight?”

He shook his head, running his hands up and down her back as they knelt together in the water. “Don’t worry about that now, just focus on what you’re doing.”

She threw her head back and screamed, crouching into a squat as she began to crown. “Oh God…oh God, it’s coming out, it’s coming out!” she moaned, rocking with the pain as she gave in and started to push. “I have to push now!” she cried, sinking down and grunting with every contraction. Evan slipped his hand beneath the water, cupping his hand around the baby’s head while Sheilah coached her breathing.

“Don’t scream, breathe him out,” Sheilah soothed, applying pressure to the laboring woman’s hips. “I know it hurts, you’re doing wonderfully.”

Rachel cried out and pushed again, the head bulging between her legs until it had fully emerged. She panted heavily, hunched over from the pain and pressure between her hips.

On the other side of the pond, a small group of people made their way through the shadows. From the sound of it, there was another laboring woman with them.

“Easy there, Gem,” someone’s comforting voice probed through the darkness. Evan started, looking up and straining to see who it was even in the near pitch darkness.

“Is that Gemma?” he asked tentatively, still holding Rachel.

There was a brief pause. Then Gem cried out as she was hit with another contraction, and Rachel began to pant again as her own pains started again.

“Big push on this next one,” Sheilah instructed, refocusing the birthing couple. Rachel was already bearing down again, crying out as she gave birth two pushes later. Gently, he wiped off his baby’s face under the cool water before handing him to his mother, who wept in quiet relief and awe.

On the other side of the lake, Gemma screamed again. Sheilah rolled her eyes and waved him away.

“We can take it from here, go make sure she’s okay.”

Evan nodded, kissing Rachel and his baby goodbye before wading out and swimming to the other side of the watering hole. The laboring woman sat on the shoreline, her legs splayed open, sweat dripping down her forehead as she moaned in agony. She was attended by a few of her bunkmates, though they seemed concerned. As he approached, someone broke from the group to meet him.

“The baby’s breech. She wanted to try getting in the water but she won’t make it,” she informed Evan, glancing back at Gemma as the mother-to-be groaned at the top of her lungs. “She could really use something to help her relax.”

Evan was already on it, approaching the woman struggling to give birth to his child and sitting behind her to help prop her up.

“Evan, darling, it hurts so bad,” she wailed, her chest and stomach heaving with every labored breath.

He rubbed her shoulders comfortingly. “You’re doing incredible, just keep breathing.”

Gemma leaned back into him, screaming as her body contorted in agony. Someone grabbed each of her legs to hold them back, exposing the bulge forming between them as the baby began to emerge. She howled with every push, and Evan struggled to keep from trembling at the high-pitched keen her voice was taking.

“Just like that! Don’t push too fast!”

“It’s coming, you’re doing beautifully!”

The handful of others with them whispered encouragement. Evan stroked her hair as she came down from her contraction, shaking in his arms and straining to see around her own tummy.

“Almost here!” Someone cried between her legs, and with a moan she was pushing again. Shouts were heard around, and in a flurry of fluid and excitement the baby was finally born. They washed her off in the pond, helping the mother get her bearings in order to make her way over to Project Neo as Liv and Rachel no doubt had already. He offered to go with them, but was waved off when someone mentioned this was the third birth he’d attended that night.

“Evan, man, get some sleep. How unlucky do you have to be for everyone you impregnated to go into labor at once?”

Evan grinned slightly. “Well, that’s not everyone I impregnated. But I’ll happily go back to my bed,” he admitted before planting a kiss on Gemma and his new baby. After some more rest, the group split and Evan made the trek back to his shelter almost on the other side of the compound. It was small; he’d only built it large enough for 1-2 people as he wasn’t fond of sleeping around others. He wasn’t the only one who slept apart from others, though he was probably the most prolific individual to do so. The hours he’d spent hiking around and helping his various lovers through their labors were finally catching up to him, and he wanted nothing more than to sleep in his nice little wood shelter on his bed of moss and blankets.

He knelt and moved the panel of wood he used as a doorway, only to nearly jump out of his skin when he saw someone already there.

“Jesus, Heather, I thought a wild boar had gotten in my lean-to again…” he grumbled, trailing off as he noticed his hugely pregnant lover seemed sluggish and strained. She smirked at him as she rested her hand on her massive belly.

“You might wish one had, because this baby is coming this morning.”

Evan furrowed his brow. “I just saw you earlier and you were fine.”

“I think the sex kick-started my labor,” she admitted sheepishly, making herself comfortable on his moss bed, brushing a few stray leaves aside. Evan’s shoulders sagged, as he’d been looking forward to getting some rest. But the thought of watching another woman birth his child was enough to get him stiff again as he clambered into the cozy den. Her belly was so big and round and it was all he could do to lie down fast enough so she could climb on top of him. He melted beneath her thick thighs, her enormous belly resting on his, and moaned as she rode him like she’d been waiting for it all day, despite them having had sex maybe ten hours before. She climaxed on top of him quickly, panting.

“Here it comes,” she moaned through her teeth as she was hit with a contraction. She stayed on top of her lover, holding her belly to herself. “They’ve been getting closer together.”

“I’m surprised you came all the way out here looking for me,” he admitted.

Heather grinned. “I wanted to fuck this one out; you’ve been my favorite.”

Evan laughed, then rubbed her hips as another contraction took her. “Has your water broken yet?” he asked softly, already hard again from the feeling of her broad hips between his hands.

“N-not yet,” she whispered, panting on top of him. “But I can feel it right there.”

Even bit his lip, staring up at her as she huffed through a contraction above him, her heaving middle taking up all his visual space. He was still hard despite her just fucking him, the sight of her big and sweaty and laboring and aroused almost too much to bear. He wanted to lay her down and pump away till he was satisfied, but her belly made that logistically impossible. Desperately horny, however, he slithered out from under her and grabbed her hips, moaning in ecstasy as he found relief inside her from behind. She squeaked in surprise, which turned to moaning as she came hard around his cock, crying out when a gush of fluid splashed out of her. She paused, doubling over in pain and grunting loudly as a contraction hit.

“F-fuck this hurts,” she gasped, shaking on her hands and knees, her tummy almost touching the ground. “I’ve never been this horny while giving birth before,” she whimpered as she sat back on her heels, her belly straining beneath her hands.

Evan shifted so he was sitting before her, his hands roaming her tummy as she labored more intensely now that her water had broken. He inched closer, sitting with his legs crossed. The way they were positioned gave him a perfect view of her gorgeous bump, her heaving sides, her engorged lips leaking sex and birth fluids. She made a noise, shifting away, but he rubbed her hips and angled them closer to him.

“Just like this,” he pleaded, watching as she struggled. “I want you to push into my lap.”

Heather nodded, panting, her labor progressed too far for her to speak much. Her breathing was heavy. She rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned on him for support, squeezing his shoulders with every contraction. She was getting close, he could tell just by looking at her. Breathless, he slipped a hand to her folds to feel just how close, shocked by how much the head was bulging against her perineum. Another contraction took over, and she crouched with the pain, moaning softly above him and straining to move her baby down. She panted, wincing against the pressure.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, trembling with effort. “I…I can’t…” Heather’s face contorted in pain, and she squatted to make room.

Evan rubbed her belly. “You’re doing perfect,” he whispered, pressing his hands between her legs, cupping the bulge of his baby’s head just before it was about to emerge. He secretly loved this part, the way the baby’s head pressed against the delicate flesh just before bursting out. “Are you ready to push?”

She nodded weakly. “I’m starting to have to.”

“Okay, love, on the next contraction I want you to push for me.”

She whimpered her confirmation, her voice straining as her body started pushing. Evan watched in delicious awe as she leaned forward and grunted with the effort, her massive belly tightening as she pushed into his eager hands. The head crowned, the reddish bulge just peeking out beneath the swell of her tummy. Evan gently circled the head with his fingers, massaging her tender flesh and whispering praise as it blossomed from her body. With a cry of pain, she birthed the head, leaning over him and panting heavily. He cradled the baby’s head in his hands, relishing the way this woman looked with his child hanging out of her.

“You’re so close,” he coaxed her.

Heather nodded, a bead of sweat dripping from her nose. “I can feel him, he’s right there.” Then her eyes widened. “Ah!” she gasped as she pushed again, the rest of the baby shuddering free into Evan’s arms in a last wet contraction. Shaking, she rested her head against his shoulder while he wiped off the baby’s face.

“That was incredible,” he said after they’d taken a few minutes to resituate themselves. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that.”

Heather chuckled softly. “Well, with how many women you seem to get here I wouldn’t be surprised if you do this again soon.”

“Actually,” he said, grinning stupidly. “You were my fourth today. Tonight’s been really busy for me.”

She looked at him funny for a minute before laughing heartily.

“Here you were hoping to go to bed only to find me laboring in it,” she laughed as she nursed her new baby. “Tell you what, give me a few weeks and you and I can do that again if you want.”

Evan smirked, kissing her and their baby. “I may take you up on that.”

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dying for someone to write me a fic about a prenatal massage that turns into a birth! maybe her aching muscles just feel too good for her to admit she’s having contractions until it’s too late…

Too Good to Call it Quits

Raquel was 39 weeks pregnant and her body made certain to remind her of it every minute in an hour, every hour in a day and every day of the week. Her feet were sore and swollen, back ached from the bottom to her shoulders and if her hips flared her gait anymore she

All of this was why Raquel was quickly waddling to an appointment with a prenatal massage therapist. Her mother-in-law gifted her a free visit as one of her baby shower presents. She was certainly supposed to use it before she was anywhere close to her due date, but moving and nesting had filled up all of her time till now.

"Babe, are you sure this is alright? You were feeling contractions earlier," her husband, John, looked at her dropped and tight belly with concern.

"I'll be fine, they're just braxtons. I need something like this right now anyway," Raquel rolled her eyes.

She loved her husband, but he hovered over her like she was a fragile glass. It was cute at times and a bit aggravating at others.

The pair signed in and sat down. As Raquel waited, a slight pain went through her stomach. Only enough to make her wince a bit. It didn't worry her the least bit though. Not yet anyway.

"Raquel Johnson?" A young woman in purple scrubs asked from the doorway.

Raquel waved and rose slowly from her seat.

"Alright, babe, I'll be right here if you need anything." John said behind her.

Raquel waddled behind the young woman and into a room. The massage table sat at the very center while set of sheets, bottles of oils and a body pillow laid neatly on a separate table next to a music player.

"My name is Melanie, I'll be taking care of you today." Melanie smiled. "Is there anything I need to know before we get started?"

Raquel felt her stomach tighten once more. "Nope, not at all. I'm ready for the full body service!"

"Well, let's get started then. Take off your shirt and let me know if there is anything I can do to make you comfortable."

Raquel took off her shirt, revealing her engorged tits that were only dwarfed by her belly. At this stage, her belly had dropped low, Raquel was blessed not to have any marks with how big it was. She laid on the soft, cushioned table and got her self relaxed.

Melanie turned on some soft, ambient music and got her preferred oil.

"Alright, back first?" Melanie picked up the body pillow.

"Thats good with me, its been killing me all third trimester."

Melanie passed the pillow to Raquel and had her rotate on her side. She rubbed the oil into her hands and then gently pressed on Raquels back. It was cold at first, then warm, and then Raquel felt the therapists palms press firmly into her well worn back. Instantly, Raquel felt relief.

Melanie's fingers dug deeply into the muscles of Raquel's back. Each finger stretching and firmly moving her working muscles. Raquel moaned softly into the pillow. This was better than she could have imagined. She wanted this to last forever…

However, each contraction was hastening in pace. Raquel had a feeling these weren't just braxtons. But it was fine, this was her first time being pregnant and it could take another full day until she had to go to the hospital. This massage was far too good and needed to let a few early contractions scare her off the table.

Raquel continued to lay there purely relaxed, allowing Melanie to press her trained palms into her feet, calves, thighs, even around her chest that constantly throbbed with how heavy they had gotten. She was honestly lucky she decided to pump a bit before coming or else there would be an embarrassing mess.

The contractions increased in time with Melanie's work, but they were eased by her soothing hands. Raquel managed to keep her moaning hidden with Melanie's deep massaging. Though, slowly but surely, Raquel began to feel something bulge out of her cervix. Her waters haven't broken yet, she still has plenty of time to enjoy this.

Melanie then had Raquel shift to being on her back again. It was time for the belly massage. Melanie dripped a generous amount of oil onto the tight surface.

Raquel moaned lightly as the therapist's hands glossed her contracting stomach with oil.

Melanie's hands gently went across the sides of Raquel's belly. Each movement was intentional. The circular motions eased the ever increasing contractions she felt in her belly, but they didn't stop her from ever so slightly opening her legs. Raquel's baby inched slowly into her canal unbeknownst to her. Her water still hadn't broken yet, she could enjoy this massage for a bit longer.

"Your stomach is so tight," Marie looked at Raquel's swell with concern. "Are you having braxton hicks?"

"Oh! Y-yes! Don't worry, you're actually making them easier to get through," Raquel reassured her.

Then Marie pressed her hands a bit too deeply on the top of Raquel's belly. A sharp, and loud pop reverberated throughout her body. A large amount of fluid shot out of her pussy in a jet, soiling the covering towels and her shorts.

Raquel's eyes snapped open.

"Wha-what was tha-"

A severe contraction cut the heavily pregnant woman off. Raquel's mouth went wide. She could feel it now, the full weight and size of her baby driving through her canal. Her belly visibly flexed beneath the stunned palms of Marie.

"Ough, ow ow!" Raquel's hand sprung to her stomach.

The contraction shot the baby fully into her canal without the cushion of the sac. Her labor progressed rapidly in an instant. Her stomach contracted harder than before, sending her baby even further into her throbbing pussy.

"Oh, oh fuck! It's coming!" Raquel's stomach compressed in itself and spurt of fluid ejected from her puff pussy.

Marie jumped back from the wailing and thrashing woman. The sound of hard footsteps came down the hallway.

"Oh fuck," the head therapist looked at the scene in disbelief.

"Baby, im here, im here," John took hold of Raquel's hand.

"I-I thought I had more time! Why is it so fast! I thought the first babies were supposed to be- GAHHHHHH," Raquel's back arched on the table, her legs spread wide. The head of her baby pressed on her swollen pussy.

The head therapist stripped away the cover sheet and pulled down her soiled shorts. All of them witnessed the quickly growing teardrop of a crown bulging from the struggling woman's crotch.

"It's coming so fast! It's so big!" Raquel gripped her stomach tightly, it was still visibly seizing. She'd given in to her base instinct to push but the pain of the ring of fire

The lead therapist speedily sanitized his hands and got between Raquel's legs. The head had brought the teardrop to a wide circle in a matter of seconds.

"Head is almost out!"

"I can't! It's too big!" Raquel cried out.

"You can do this, babe. They're almost here, just one big push and it'll be over," John kissed Raquel on her sweaty forehead. "Can you do that for me? Just one more?"

Raquel looked into his eyes and nodded with a whimper. She brought her chin to her chest and pulled her legs back. Then she pushed. A determined string of grunts roared from her throat. Her entire body trembled and her stomach squeezed tightly until her womb was outlined. The head inched forward with a few spurts of fluid.

"That's it Raquel! You got this, just a little harder!" John said encouragingly.

Raquel threw her head back and screamed, face red, bearing down even harder. The head popped out, then the shoulder, then torso and legs. Raquel's shriek instantly shrank into an exhausted gasp of relief.

The therapist caught the baby and immediately went to rub its back. A sputter first, then a cry, the baby began wailing in earnest.

The therapist quickly wrapped the baby and brought it to the waiting mother and father. Tired as she was, she took a firm hold of her newborn.

Over the cries of the baby, a siren had just started blaring from outside with increasing volume. Someone must have called a ambulance when they heard her scream bloody murder.

"And you said you wanted three kids?" John joked.

"Still do, but maybe not on a massage table next time," Raquel panted out. "Actually…I need to ask if they do postpartum massages…"

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Unmoored.

Unmoored—there was no other word for how she felt. How long has she writhed in this agony, lost to the ebb and flow of her pain? She fists the sweat-damp sheets in her hands, grits her teeth, and rides the wave, letting it toss her to and fro.

When, when, when would this end?

“Breathe,” Henry reminds her, kneeling between her open legs, his hands a small touch of comfort on her bent knees. “Breathe.”

She pulls in a sharp breath, the sound whistling against her clenched teeth as the contraction tightens its hold around her; tight, tighter, tighter, tight—release. She’s left panting lightly in its wake. But before she can catch her breath, a contraction seizes her body, laying claim and demanding obedience.

“Ah—!” The cry is punched out of her, her knuckles creaking as she grabs at the sheets, begging for an anchor, yearning for him. She shakes her head, careless of how it makes her mind spin as long as she can shake the thoughts of him free from her mind.

The pressure climbs, building a heavy weight of agony in the cradle of her hips. She rocks away from the feeling, trying to move away from the relentless tightening.

Henry’s hands push back, holding her there, suspended in a moment of just painpressuretightsuffocatingcrushingagony. Finally, release as both the contraction and Henry’s hold eases up on her. The pressure is still there in her hips but she can breathe through it, pant through it, unlike when her contractions peak and the tightness steals all control from her.

“Do you want to walk again?” Henry asks.

She gives a small shake of her head. She was so tired now; she didn't think she could even sit up, much less walk around.

A contraction builds, and her panting turns to gasping as the pressure climbs and climbs until she can’t help but push back against her, to push against the pressure and pain and squeeze. She shoves back against it, just trying to create distance and space between her and the pain.

“Are you pushing?”

She groans in answer. She doesn’t know—she doesn’t know anything beyond the pain, pressure, squeeze, push, shove. Henry seems to understand anyways as he spreads her legs a little further.

She doesn’t know for how long she pushes but by now, every contraction fiercely demands that she shoves back against it, willingly or not. And forever unmoored, she lets it drag her along every time, helpless to do anything but push and push harder and push again.

Henry seems to know when her strength begins to wane, when her pushing weakens and simply happens because her body is no longer her own. He scoots a little closer, his young face peering down at her, pale and near ghastly in the candlelight; there’s fear there. When he pries her fingers out of the sheets to hold her hand, she lets him.

“Keep pushing,” he says, squeezing her hand. “Don’t stop.”

She has no answer for him.

Hours later, though it could have been months that she’s been lost at sea, there is chaos outside her doors. They burst open and she knows that she must be near her end if she’s seeing him again.

She closes her eyes even as her heart seizes as much as her womb does. A familiar hand holds hers, there are more hands touching and prodding her belly.

“It’s been two days,” Henry says.

“Fuck,” Gavin breathes—he was there too?—his hands pressing down firmer on her belly; a low moan slips from between her teeth before she can swallow it down. “The baby is breeched.”

“What does that mean?!” Sebastian hisses from her side. He sounds so close. There’s a hand brushing her sweat-matted hair from her face. She wasn’t supposed to ever see him again.

“It means we have to get her up,” Gavin answers. “The gravity will help.”

Sebastian immediately slips an arm under her shoulders and leverages her up, and between the three men, they manage to get her to her knees. With his arms wrapped around her chest, Sebastian holds her up from behind as she hangs in his embrace.

How long has she yearned to be back in his arms? How long has she missed being held like she was loved? Like she was precious?

Her belly tightens, and she moans as the contraction takes advantage of the new position to increase the pressure in her hips. She trembles in its wake, lost to everything around her.

“Henry, you must,” Gavin hisses even as his hands continue to sweep across the hard, taunt swell of her belly. With the contraction gone, she can hear them again.

Must what, she wants to ask. But then Henry whispers, “Okay.”

And she feels his hand slip up her swollen folds, and goes deeper still. She screams, the pain a white hot agony unlike before as her body seizes between Gavin’s hard, pressing hands and Henry’s digging, searching ones.

Sebastian holds her tighter, murmuring something in her ear as her head falls back against his shoulder and she screams over and over. The contractions build still, the pressure insurmountable before were now devastating as Henry’s hand stays buried inside of her. She shakes, she pushes, she screams.

Just as fast as it came to be, it ended just as quickly. Henry’s hand slips out of her, “The baby’s turned!”

She’s left gasping, barely able to hear above the roar in her ears and Sebastian’s unending litany of “Maisie, Maisie, it’s okay, I’m here, hang in there, Maisie, I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay, hang on, please Maisie.”

Gavin shoves Henry out of the way to kneel before her open legs. His hand, larger than Henry’s, is gentle and sure as he slips long fingers into her and she inhales sharply, bracing herself to have to receive his entire hand. But only his fingers travel up her, the sensation sharp and tender but bearable in comparison to before. His other hand is on her belly, pushing all around it, probing and feeling. “It has,” Gavin confirms, then he’s kneeling up. “Maisie.”

She lets her head roll off of Sebastian’s shoulder to peer tiredly down at the man who practically raised her.

“Push when you need to,” he says. “But you have to push.”

A contraction begins then, and Gavin must be able to feel how her entire body tenses under it because he hurriedly slips his fingers out of her to push her legs a little farther apart. “Don’t let her close her legs.”

Henry’s hand wraps around the bent backside of her knee even as her entire body seizes with the feeling of tightness.

Her hands are clinging to Sebastian’s forearms, nails digging into his skin as she gasps harder and louder as the contraction keeps building and building, her body pushing down against her will.

“Push, Maisie, push!”

The contraction crests over her, like an ocean wave that swallows her whole, and she’s lost to its whims; she pushes. She pushes and pushes, feeling the heaviness drop further and further down her until it begins to burn. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she gasps as the burn doesn’t stop.

Gavin’s fingers, slick and cold, trace along the burning edges of her skin. “They have a lot of hair.”

“You can see the baby?” Sebastian whispers wetly from behind her.

“Yes,” Gavin says as another contraction crashes into her and she’s helpless but to grunt and push. “You’re starting to crown.” His hand cups over her entire burning core. “Don’t push, pant for a bit.”

But she can’t stop; her body is pushing all on its own. The burning, the pressure, the ceaseless demands.

“Breathe with me, Maisie, breathe with me,” Sebastian coaxes and she can feel his chest filling and emptying against her back. Her nails dig deeper into his arms. She can’t breathe, can’t pant, can’t push. She gasps, gasps and gasps as her body shakes and seizes with a furious demand even as the baby slowly inches down.

The contraction ends and she feels like she’s been wrenched open, like her body is slowly being turned inside out. The next contraction starts up immediately and she cries out, “AH—!” The suddenness, the forcefulness, throws her into an unwilling push that leaves the baby’s head holding her wide, wide open. She can’t even breathe through this pressure, this fullness, and pours herself into pushing with the rest of the contraction.

Her body rewards her obedience by releasing the head, popping it out with a rush of fluids and a split second of reprieve.

“Head’s out,” Gavin grunts as his fingers dip into her tender folds, searching and feeling. “No cord. Just a few more pushes, Maisie.” His dry hand rubs soothingly down her thigh.

She can feel the heavy weight of her child dangling between her legs, and when the next contraction begins, she listens to it and pushes.

It takes several pushes, enough that she begins to think her baby will never come, before her baby finally slips from within her in a big, watery gush, drenching Gavin as he catches her baby.

Sebastian is a sobbing incoherent mess over her shoulder as Henry grabs clean water and supplies. Gavin has a tear falling down his face as he holds the baby, wet and crying, up for her to see. She smiles at her tiny, scrunched little baby.

Maisie wakes later to warm, dry sheets. And to Sebastian, sitting by her bedside with a bundled baby cradled in his arms. For a moment, just this moment, this is enough.

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