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marleysjaws · 9 days

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Maddie's second birth, part 19

Maddie pulls her shirt up, showing her belly. It's impossible to tell from the outside that she's pregnant, but she herself feels something undeniably different already. She can somehow feel the constant, pleasant reminder that she's growing new life inside of her.

She notices she's shaking slightly - she clenches her hands on her shirt as she pulls it up. Excitement and adrenaline are pumping through her. Memories of what her last birth did for her are flashing across her mind, and now she's taking her first step to doing it all over again.

She gasps as the gel touches her belly. It's cold, but that isn't the only reason she reacted. There's a familiar, pleasant sensation in her vagina that now spikes as the gel is slathered on her. She squeezes her legs together slightly.

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Maddie winces as one of the nurses begins squeezing gel onto her belly. Her back and hips seem in more pain than ever as she tries to hold still. The cold gel seems to soothe some of the tightness in her belly, and she relaxes slightly, taking a deep breath. She folds her hands across her chest.

The pressure of the probe on the top of her belly sends a jolt of pain through her tender and sensitive belly. She grunts and gives a small cry of pain, hands tightening on her breasts. Her baby's head is still there, surely. Just a quick scan to ascertain the position and it'll be over?

Too late. Helplessly she begins to whimper as her belly begins another contraction. The full weight of the twisting and crushing pain rams down on her aching spine and hips. Her legs draw up slightly as they begin to writhe. Still the probe presses down and she almost pushes it away with her hands, but she clamps them down hard on her breasts instead.

She shouts in pain. She feels the probe shift down her belly and press into the underside, thrusting into her burning, stinging, splitting hips. She's already clenching, shouting, almost crying in pain, and she longs to move, thrash, anything, but she continues forcing herself to stay still. She's a brave girl who still needs to endure the worst yet to come. She's going to stay obedient as the doctor works.

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She's sweating. She curls her toes tight and squeezes her legs together tighter and tighter. She tries to keep her face neutral but she presses her lips together to avoid moaning. Her hands are folded across her chest. Watching the images on screen, evidence of new life inside of her, sends through her visions of her small frame growing massive until she heaves that baby through a gaping, soaking, throbbing vagina as she squeals in equal parts agony and delight. Her vagina seems to awaken to that memory, and she can feel her panties starting to grow damp.

She clenches her hands slightly to distract herself, but as she squeezes her breasts a jolt of pleasure blossoms between her legs. No. She has to hide this. She squeezes her eyes shut. She breathes, almost as if she's in pain.

"Maddie?"

Maddie opens her eyes, trying to seem casual.

"Are you all right?"

Maddie nods. She looks over to the screen, focusing on the blurry images. Shakily, she manages two words. "Just overwhelmed." It's a convenient excuse, and she's certainly not lying, strictly speaking.

The technician smiles at her. "I understand."

Maddie takes another deep breath as the tech renews the probe's pressure. She curls her toes tight, clenching her jaws, trying not to succumb to the dangerously building sensations spreading through her.

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Moaning as the contraction intensifies, Maddie tries to squeeze her legs together, but suddenly she's aware of something painfully jutting into her pelvis. Again she almost reaches down in response, but successfully holds her hands still, again by squeezing on her breasts. Incredibly, the action revives an old memory, a faint but unmistakable ember of pleasure. She squeezes harder. She presses her thighs together again, as best she can even against her baby's pressure. The resulting pain makes her whimper and tears to well up, but she keeps squeezing. The ember grows into a small flame. She keeps at it, inviting the continued pressure from the ultrasound probe, feeding that memory. She moans and groans loudly, but it's no longer entirely out of pain.

But the probe suddenly withdraws from her belly, leaving her to work through the remainder of the contraction on her own, and desperately she tries to keep hold of the sensation. It's hopeless, and suddenly she's shouting desperately through a contraction that hasn't even hit its full peak yet.

She feels a hand wiping the gel off of her belly, as if stripping away the last bit of comfort that she had fleetingly found with memories of the ultrasound. She begins to whimper and wail in pain. No longer feeling bound to holding still, her legs begin to writhe and she kicks out in desperation.

"I'm going to check your dilation now while you're still having a contraction, okay? I'll be quick."

Maddie's heart sinks in despair. It's still not done. She just wants to be left alone until she can push. But of course she won't know how close she is until she submits. And while she dimly wonders why it needs to be done now, she doesn't want to seem scared in front of the doctor or Heather. She's going to be brave. She nods feverishly and obediently pulls her legs wide. She squeezes her eyes closed, her cries quivering and threatening to break.

The doctor is indeed quick. A hand presses forcefully on her belly, and barely a second later, fingers ram into her vagina. Maddie screams, legs kicking out and holding straight. The pain is piercing, searing. She can't hold back; she screams loudly.

And she feels it. Pleasure in her raw, tormented vagina bubbles up abruptly through the pain and suddenly explodes into a fierce, irresistible climax. Maddie's scream rises into a full-throated, high-pitched shriek. Her feet kick out and hold straight. She massages her breasts, pumping the pleasure through her as thoroughly as she can. She can feel her nipples growing moist. It still hurts. Nobody will suspect a thing, only listen and watch in sympathy.

But it can't last, and passing of the orgasm now leaves her wholly undefended against the doctor's fingers which still dig into her, and she realizes that the doctor no doubt felt her vagina pulsate and contract. Her vagina is now left sensitive, raw, and utterly at the mercy of the doctor. Maddie can only continue to scream. For this brilliant yet fleeting moment of ecstasy, now she pays the price as her agony rockets towards unbearable. The remainder of this contraction pounds her as the doctor's fingers continue thrusting inside her. Maddie screams long and loud, and tears flow freely from her eyes.

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marleysjaws · 10 days

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This wasn’t happening.

I couldn’t do this, not here, not now. Not in front of so many people. I knew I should have cancelled the lecture. I knew I should have taken the day off, hell, I should have taken maternity leave weeks ago.

But I didn’t, and I now I was giving birth in front of my class.

Murmurs passed through the lecture hall as my groans bounced around the vast space. My belly contracted hard under my sweater, and I felt the rest of my waters gush into my panties. I gripped my taut orb, biting back a wail as I bore down. I couldn’t help it, my instincts demanded that I push. It was what I was made for after all.

I looked up into the class, only to catch the eyes of the father of the baby currently worming its way into my canal. Multiple emotions ran through me as I panted, legs trembling. Fear, regret, guilt. He saw them, and he grinned. My stomach dropped, literally and metaphorically. I let out a loud groan as I fell to my knees, pushing uncontrollably.

Some people began to leave now, but a majority took out phones. No-one called 911, No-one called security. Everyone was simply recording. His grin grew. I could feel it getting lower. I had to push. There was no resisting, no denying, no saying no to the insatiable, overpowering, uncontrollable urge to PUSH.

I tried to reached down past my skirt to take my fluid-soaked panties off, but another contraction made that hand grab the edge of my desk instead. The head was already at my lips. I whimpered, immediately feeling the burn. I had to push though. I resisted for a mere second before I let out a wail as I was spread open by my mistake. My head swam. My vision blurred. But I could still see him grinning.

I cried out as my lips began to part, leaning forward over my tight bump. I felt a slight pop in my crotch, and more fluids spurted out from my throbbing cunt. The head slowly slid forward, warping my skin around it, pulling it tight, bulging it out. It felt horrible. The pain was almost paralyzing. I couldn’t even scream anymore as the pain rocketed up and down my spine. I gasped and panted, unable to do anything as the head shoved my cunt out of the way on its journey into the world.

After what seemed like hours of pushing my body finally gave me a short break. I didn’t want to look up at the people recording me now, or his grinning face. I took my hand off of my desk and slowly reached under my skirt. I shuddered as I brushed against the tent in my panties, barely containing the head. I started to work them off, not caring if people saw me that exposed anymore. But my body, yet again, had other plans. I inhaled sharply as I contracted again and bore down with it, feeling the head move down with my hand. I let out a hoarse moan as the fat head stretched me as open as I could. It lasted for a few seconds, simply sitting there, unmoving, before it burst from my pussy with a gush of fluids.

I collapsed onto all fours as I felt the head exit into my panties. A few random thoughts about how this wasn’t happening drifted into my head, but they were immediately drowned out by the pain and urge to push. I whined, feeling the body rotate slightly. I looked up at the people holding up their phones. A few more had left. I hoped someone had called 911 before I was pushing again.

I moaned, feeling the shoulders spread me wider than the head did. For a moment I thought it was stuck, and I began to panic for a moment. I reached back again, underneath my skirt. I started to tug on my panties again, thinking that’s what had gotten the shoulders painfully stuck inside me. Then came the next contraction, proving me very wrong. I gave a choked gasp as a shoulder popped out of my abused pussy along with a small gush of fluids. I whimpered, continuing to push until the second should slid out, along with another small spurt of my waters.

I moaned in relief as the rest of the baby slid out into my stained panties. I slowly sat up, my butt hovering over the large puddle of my waters. I still dripped fluids from my crotch as I reached down and retrieved the fat infant from between my legs. It began to wail as I pulled it from between my legs, bringing it up. The realization of what had just happened suddenly hit me, and I felt dizzy. I heard the doors open, and someone running towards me. I felt my body sway, the exhaustion of the whole ordeal finally hitting me full force.

The last thing I saw before I fainted was his grinning face, proud of his handiwork.

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marleysjaws · 11 days

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wish i was being fucked into labor right now

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marleysjaws · 12 days

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As I’ve said before I very much enjoy urgent births but I also very much would love a nice, slow birth, even if it’s more painful and pushing my baby out is laborious and tiring. It would bring me immense pleasure to be positioned in my partner’s lap, my legs spread and my baby crowning very slowly, the large head making hardly any progress as it passes through my pelvis and then even more painfully, my cervix.

The huge girth makes me whine and groan in pain, my partner stroking my hair and telling me I’m doing really well and to just keep pushing when I can and to push slowly while they can massage and stretch my pussy so I don’t tear. It’s painful and exhausting, feeling the baby’s head slowly pushing through my stretched cunt, ever so lowly reaching the brow, then eyes, nose, mouth, chin. My partner presses down on my belly during contractions, trying to help urge the baby further downward.

By the time the head is out I’m slumped on my partner panting and unable to push anymore. They just kiss me and tell me they’re so proud of me, that they can hardly believe that massive head came out with barely any help. They rub my belly and down over my mound, massaging and praising me as they check for a cord around the baby’s neck and hopefully find none. Eventually I can’t hide from the urge to push anymore and I instinctively put my chin to my chest, straining with all my might, the baby moving forward and back a few times before I realize the shoulder is stuck and start to gently push down on the baby, carefully working the shoulder free of my pubic bone until one arm slides out and the baby turns with some difficulty.

I’m in so much pain but slowly I feel my child starting to slide out and I stroke its head while carefully supporting its neck. I push hard and suddenly the second shoulder pops out with a little gush of fluid, the torso delivered in another contraction until finally just the hips are left inside me. I have to summon my energy for a moment, absolutely depleted and exhausted from trying to birth my child who is now starting to fuss as I prepare to pull them from my body. I manage to gather my little remaining strength and push hard. The baby’s hips finally pop free and they come out in a massive gush. I immediately pull them to my chest, stroking their hair and face, checking their tiny body for any injuries.

They’re easily ten pounds and holding them proves to be such a task my partner helps me hold them, supporting my arms with their own. I gaze in astonishment at the little behemoth that I just delivered from my body. I continue to simply stare in amazement as the hefty creature begins to nurse, their feeding drive already strong and healthy.

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marleysjaws · 12 days

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Momma getting fingered between contractions

#love this omg

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marleysjaws · 12 days

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Another fairly loud birth and at one point she even says “Can I push?!”

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marleysjaws · 13 days

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Money Shot

18+ fiction, no minors.

Contains: Childbirth, tmpreg, vaginal birth, birth denial, filming, pushingthebabybackin, watersports. About 1.8k words.

{FWBs try to get the perfect recording of the birth of their son}

“Hooo…”

Kai lay on the bed under ring lights. The cameras were focused right onto his leaking vagina. When he pushed out this baby, it would be shot at every angle.

Henry was behind the camera, giving him directions. He couldn't push, not yet. They needed to tease it a little.

“Just breathe the baby down.” He said calmly.

As carefully as he could, Kai tried to relax. The contractions squeezed his full belly, trying to get him to push out this baby, but he couldn't. A slow birth would be more satisfying for the viewers.

“Just breathe…” Henry whispered.

Kai squeaked as he felt his pussy opening up for his baby boy. The head was wide and heavy inside of him, forcing open his narrow hips. His velvety lips had fattened from the pregnancy. His swollen t-dick shook at the sensation of being completely spread out. His fat pussy was barely open from the outside, full and wet from whatever Henry had rubbed on him.

He opened his legs wider and took in the deepest breath that he could. Slowly, he felt the head inch down. His belly contracted, shrinking inward.

“Nngh!”

He gritted his teeth and held back the urge to push, tightening his chest. He felt the bulge rolling down his birth canal and stopping.

“Can you see it yet?” He asked.

Henry shook his head. “No, not yet babe.” He said.

Kai fell back onto the bed, already tired. If he could just get this baby’s head out, he could push and spill everything that was inside of him. He was so full and horny that he felt like he was going to burst. Just a few more breaths.

The baby kicked. His legs were still in his shaking womb. Kai rubbed his belly to calm the child, whispering sweet nothings to his heavy belly. Just a few more breaths.

He inhaled, carrying it as deep as he could. With a low, wet squelch his lips began to part and little tufts of curly black hair showed up on the screen.

“There he is.” Henry cheered. His dark skin shone under the bright lights, along with his cute dimples as he grinned.

“Not much longer, babe.” He said.

Taking it in, Kai breathed deeply and felt the air push his baby down. Now on the screen, the outline of his head in his pussy could be seen. His reddened, soft skin.

Kai smiled, proud of his work as he crowned to a teardrop.

Henry stuck his head out to the side. “Okay, now that we're here, we're gonna do a couple takes.”

Kai nodded, ready to throw his head back and bear down on his baby boy.

“First, we’ll keep doing the slow birth and see how that looks. After that, I want you to deliver the head in one big push.” He instructed.

“How are we gonna do that?” Kai asked.

“I'm gonna push the baby back in so that we can get both of them. It’ll make a great memory for the viewers.” He explained.

Kai tilted his head curiously. “Okay, you better hope this stuff you gave me works or I’m not doing this again.” He said enthusiastically.

Henry grinned, showing off his dimples again. “Oh it will, baby.” Briefly, he rubbed his friend’s belly, slowly deflating as the baby came down. “Just you wait!”

As his warm touch left Kai’s skin, his fingers slowly brushed over his T-dick. Kai breathed out a low moan as his wet pussy leaked onto the bed.

“Shit.” He hissed.

“Hold on.” Henry said, slipping back behind the camera. “There we go.”

The teardrop widened as the baby’s head slowly pushed forward, spreading open Kai’s delicate features. He could feel the pull on his lips as his baby’s head expanded his opening.

“Just keep doing what you're doing.” Henry coached, zooming in with the main camera.

He bloomed around the baby's head as the top of the crown slowly slid out. The nose rubbed against his T-dick and his belly tightened. His leg twitched as he was overcome with arousal.

He reached up and grabbed his caramel brown nipples. His boobs were small but full of milk. With the aphrodisiac he felt all of the sensitivity without much of the pain. It was all too much!

“Henry, I wanna push. I'm gonna cum.” He moaned hastily.

“Just a few more breaths baby, you got this.” Henry said.

“I'm trying. My clit is so big. I can't -”

He reached down to finger himself, only to realize that the head was in the way, but when he slipped a finger inside, he felt so full. Imagine how he would feel when the baby was at its widest point!

“Fuck!”

He pulled out his finger, dripping wet in precum and birth fluids. In just a few more breaths, he could see how it felt to have his hips pushed out as far as they could go. He couldn't wait.

Caught up in his desire, his belly tightened. He started to push and the head slowly pressed him open.

“Don't push, just let it happen.”

Kai remembered what they were doing and untensed. He took in another deep breath and at a snail's pace, the head came to a full crown, stuck in his twitching pussy.

“Oh my God. Oh!” He moaned, turning his head to the side. His deep, short breaths brought the baby down further. His lips stretched to accommodate the child, his T-dick was crushed under him. He couldn't take much more.

Finally, the head popped out of him and once the pressure was gone, he felt so relaxed. He couldn't control himself. Still moaning in pleasure, he relaxed his legs further and a squirt of pee vacated him. He felt like a new man. The idea of the aphrodisiac was the best. He didn't think that anything could top this.

Then, Henry walked out from behind the camera. His dick was forming a tight tent in his jeans. His face was flushed and he was sweating, trying to keep himself in control.

Slowly, he rubbed his hand down Kai’s contracting belly as it tried to force him to push again, all the way down to his bright red petals. He palmed his pouch and thumbed his T-dick in deep thought.

“You're doing so good, baby. I already want to put the next one in you.”

Kai squirmed and cried out under him, gasping for air as Henry jerked him off. The baby's neck started to come out and Henry knew it was time. He couldn't let this opportunity go to waste.

“Okay, I'm gonna push it back in.” Henry said.

With his eyes closed, Kai nodded.

“Arch your back, Kai.”Henry said.

Slowly, Kai lifted his back off of the bed, accentuating his brood. His pussy twitched, full of the weight of his first born.

“Yeah, that's it.” Henry crooned in his ear.

He cupped his hand over his friend's vagina and against his body's primal urges, he pushed.

Kai’s mouth fell wide open as a breathless moan caught in his throat. He sat up and spread his legs again. The pain was so great, but the aphrodisiac made it feel so good. He put his hand over Henry's pushing the head further in.

“Augh! Augh!” Kai sobbed as his fat pussy swallowed his baby back up.

His belly shook, trying to get him to push, but he was so caught up in another orgasm that he didn't care. Of course, neither did Henry. Pushing the baby back in made his dick jump in his boxers. Kai was so hot like this, desperate to cum and push his baby out at the same time.

After Henry took his hand away, Kai fell back onto the bed. His belly had to swell back up with the baby's weight. His pussy hung low in a teardrop, back to where he had started the last time.

“You're amazing.” Henry whispered.

“I need to push!” Kai exclaimed.

Quickly, Henry made his way to the main camera and zoomed in on him. Kai looked up at the screen, seeing his stuffed pussy on camera again. He couldn't wait to bear down again.

“Do deep breaths again, but now, I need you to push when your belly contracts.” Henry instructed. “Can you do that?”

Kai nodded, speechless with arousal.

“Good boy…” Henry said, adjusting the camera again.

“Fuck.” Kai moaned.

His belly pulsed and another contraction rippled through him. He squirted, feeling the baby coming down again. With his legs spread, he pushed. The head teased his opening, but didn't come out in spite of stretching it already.

“Mm.” Kai paused and sat up, grabbing his ankles. The head crowned further from the pressure. “I think it's the position.” He said.

“Okay, just sit up a little straighter.” Henry said.

Kai did as he was told, arching his back slightly. His pussy was completely filled. Before Henry could say anything else, he felt another contraction. He set his chin to his chest and bore down as hard as he could.

A spurt of fluid slipped past the baby's head and his pussy stretched, but that was it. Then, he doubled down and pulled his left leg back.

Suddenly, they heard a loud, wet pop and a gush flew from him. In an instant, the baby’s whole head fell free from him.

Kai gasped in amazement and smiled a wide smile at his cameraman.

“You're doing great!” He cheered.

Kai panted, feeling the baby rock in and out of him. Then, he pushed again, the shoulders turned inside of him. The left popped out with a quickness and the right slowly trailed out of his hole. He was spread apart by the baby's body now. He was almost done giving birth.

He was gonna miss it.

With one final push, the baby’s torso and legs slipped from him. Without the pressure on his bladder, he peed again, finally leaving him empty.

He fell back on the bed as wrapped the little boy in soft blankets. He brought him up to Kai’s face.

“That was beautiful. The viewers are gonna love this. Hell, they’ll be giving us money for the next one!”

Kai took the baby in his arms and let him latch onto his breast.

“Wait, do you wanna do another one?” He asked.

“How about we try again after Jonah’s first birthday?” He suggested tiredly. The high of the aphrodisiac was beginning to wear off.

“So that's what we're calling him? Can I pick the middle name?” Henry asked, smiling down at their son.

“Sure!”

“Okay.. and.. you did great, Kai.” Henry said softly, nuzzling Kai's bright red afro.

Jokingly, Kai shooed him away. “Don't get all sappy on me.” He rasped.

Henry shrugged. “I can't help it. Plus, you did both in one take!”

Kai smiled, rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist. “Fine. C’mere, boo.”

“Imagine if we had to do more though.” Henry cringed.

Kai snickered. “Just shut up and enjoy the baby.”

The new family hugged, basking in each other's warmth as Kai began to fall asleep, temporarily escaping the effects of birth.

#fuck me #this was SO hot #holy shit

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marleysjaws · 13 days

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Same Boat

words: 1415

content: birth denial, fpreg

Danae would do anything for her partner. Their dates were always doting and private. With her menacing tattoos and biceps like knotted wood in her cuffed sleeves, she’d scared away any men looking to prey on her pretty little girlfriend. Even when she was pounding her with a thick strap, she always prioritized Leah’s preferences, made sure she was happy and drooling and sweetly stroked.

Their simultaneous pregnancies didn’t change anything. Danae was still Leah’s fiercest protector, even as her abs slackened and swelled, and her masculine body lost some of that refined muscle. Sure, it was a little hard to get around sometimes with that belly, but nothing Danae couldn’t handle.

When it came time for Leah’s labor, Danae did everything she could to make their home comfortable and relaxed. Candles, a hot bath.

“You didn’t have to go through the trouble,” Leah laughed, holding her own prominent swell.

She wore one of Danae’s old workout shirts and a slim pair of panties. The way the fabric stretched and slipped around her navel was an undeniable turn-on.

Danae smirked. “Anything for you, princess.”

She tried to avoid touching or stroking her own belly. For the past couple days it had been twinging with sympathetic contractions. She’d kept stoic through them, at pains to not stress Leah in any way before her birth.

The strongest contraction yet had Leah clinging to Danae, mousing her hands through her short locs. Their bellies were pressed together, both flexing, hard with contractions. Danae held Leah in her thick arms, bearing her own contraction soundlessly.

“Uhhhmf,” Leah groaned, sobbing. “There’s so much pressure, baby!”

“I know, baby,” Danae said, a little breathless. She massaged Leah’s overburdened back. “Breathe, now.”

“Ohhhh, oh, I CAN’T.”

Suddenly, fluid soaked both of their thighs. Leah’s legs trembled, weak and slender. Danae supported her, firmly grounded.

Danae left Leah squatting in the living room as she made her way to the kitchen, trying, failing to conceal her pronounced waddle. She returned with towels and dried the mess. On all fours, she suffered another contraction. What she hadn’t revealed to Leah was that not all the birthing fluid had come from her; Danae’s own water had broken. Her eyes widened slightly as her belly tensed beneath her—this contraction was accompanied by the strong urge to push.

Fortunately, Danae was stronger. She gritted her teeth and mopped up the rest of the puddle as the urge pounded through her. Every muscle in her body surged with effort and willpower.

Leah grunted. “I gotta push, baby! Oh, shit! I gotta push so bad!”

“Urgh. Hold it in,” Danae said through gritted teeth. She was speaking to herself just as much as she was speaking to her girlfriend. Sweat beaded at her temple. “Hold it in. Gotta check you first.”

Leah closed her eyes, managed through it with panty grunts. Her legs were permanently spread in a deep squat now. As though a switch had been flipped, she suddenly began to remove her shirt, hiking it up over her belly, then her head. Fully nude, her body glistened. She glimmered in a haze, heavy and feminine.

Danae was overcome with the same desire to strip, broiling in heat, her body sensing the closeness of the baby in her canal. She resisted, remaining in her tight undershorts and sports bra.

Danae positioned the towel under Leah, though her own knees were sore and could have used some relief. She painstakingly braced herself on one knee, dropped stomach resting heavily on her broad thigh.

“God,” Leah breathed, head thrown back. “I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” Danae said, quickly checking her. “I’ve got you.”

Her pussy was familiar as ever, as was Danae’s fingers inside her. She felt Leah’s slick vaginal walls clamp down on them.

“Ooh, I gotta push!” Then, squeezing— “Gotta—I’m PUSHINGGGG! Mmmfgh!”

“You’re good, baby,” Danae said, removing her fingers. She was still kneeling as Leah squatted deeply before her, bottom thrust in her face. Danae’s belly went hard again, as though encouraged by Leah’s furious pushing. Her face snarled and twisted, piercings raising and she flared her gums. The urge to push washed over her again.

Not yet, she thought. Don’t push yet.

Despite her efforts, her body was beginning to bear down against her will, slowly inching the baby through her canal.

Somewhere, dimly in her mind, Danae was in wonder. We’re feeling the same urges, the same stretch, the same weight. It was as though their bodies were one.

Eventually, Leah’s perineum began to bulge, red and irritated, then the head slipped into her pussy.

“Ooh!” She cried. The head was spreading her cheeks.

“Ugh,” Danae grunted. “Good—hrgh—good girl.”

She cupped the head. Birthing fluids spurted and dripped around it as Leah squatted into another groaning push, forcing the head to a full crown.

The sound of relief as Leah pushed was too much. Under Leah’s din, Danae quietly succumbed to her own body. She pressed her lips together, straining, giving in. Her powerful push immediately thrust the baby down between her hips. God, the head was huge. Leah’s hips had widened over the course of her pregnancy, something Danae had delighted in, but her own pelvis remained somewhat narrow, barely wide enough now for the coming head. Danae couldn’t worry about hospitals or stuck heads now, though. Even as she bore down against her tightly wedged baby, she kept her hand on Leah’s crowning pussy as the baby slowly parted and bulged her lips, spreading her open. Leah moaned, bending her knees, scrabbling for any bit of leverage. The skin of her pussy grew taut, an enraged red, then almost white. She would tear if it ripped through any further.

“Baby, you gotta—shi-i-it—you gotta slow down,” Danae demanded between her own pushing.

“I CAN’T, I can’t!!” Leah howled, so Danae pressed back into the crown, gently holding it in place as Leah pushed uncontrollably.

At the same time, Danae heaved with a huge, forceful push. Her well-muscled body exerted like a machine. She finally let loose a deep groan as she bore down, and the baby creaked and opened her pelvis. A wet bulge grew in her undershorts. They tightly contained the crown. Held fast, Danae and Leah were in the same boat.

“Let it come, ohhhh, please let it come out,” Leah was moaning.

Her pussy was stretching properly now, the blood returning to its color, and only at the end of her push did Danae realize this. She cursed herself, guilty for forgetting Leah for even a moment. She eased the counterpressure from her hand, and Leah screamed the head out.

“Check—ing—cord,” Danae gasped.

“Hurry,” Leah panted, mouth open, lolling her head.

Danae held her own pussy as she checked with one hand. Her undershorts were working in her favor for the time being, preventing the trickling crown from growing any wider.

“You’re good, mama,” she grunted. “Push our baby out now.”

Leah shuddered as the shoulders rotated. She shouted, and with a douse of birthing fluids the baby slipped into Danae’s waiting hands.

“Holy—shit, mama!”

Leah sank to her knees and took the baby, cradling. She looked up at Danae tenderly, smiling tiredly as their baby began to suckle.

Her eyes widened.

Danae had raised herself from her knees to a solid squat, thighs tensing, shorts tented with a crowning head. Her belly thrust hard on her midsection, and milk stained her sports bra. Even as she bore down like a warrior, she’d never looked more proud.

Then her eyes met Leah’s. She managed a smirk. “Guess it’s my turn now, huh?”

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