#birth fic
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I want there to be a movie about a kind and loving middle aged guy with a beatiful young girlfriend, who has made it clear to her ages ago that he does not want any kids.
I want his gf to fall pregnant, bc of failed birth controll and him to absolutely lose it, going from kind and loving to ferally spiteful and treating her like a disgusting traitor. I want everyone to feel bad for her and start hating the guy that seemed so kind, loving and perfect at the beginning.
I want him to take her to an abortion clinic. She is willing to do whatever it takes to change that bitter spiteful man back to the lovely golden retriever type of guy who used to adored her.
I then want him to have the absolute WORST most horrific experience of his life while in that clinic. It must traumatize him. Make him retch into a trashcan. Bring him back to his senses and ultimately make him change his mind on the spot, busting his gf out at the last second.
Back home I want him to still be cold and distant to the mother of his child, moving out of their shared bedroom, still disgusted by the idea of a baby. He will need time away from her to think of another way to get rid of that parasite. Everyone who watches will hate his guts at this point.
And then I want the dynamic to change. I want him noticing how the mother of his unborn child starts buying bigger bras. I want him to peak at her while she's asleep, trying to find evidence of her - apparently - bigger breasts. I want him to become more and more intrigued by the curves of her body, which seem to become more and more accentuated by every passing day.
I want him to remain cold and condescending to her at daytime, yet peep on her naked in the shower or while she's asleep. I want him to go through her drawers to find new sex toys, realizing that her hormones must be kicking that sex drive if her's through the roof. And I want him to get hard on just the mere thought of it. I want him to slowly and reluctantly realize that he has a terribly bad pregnancy fetish.
I want him to lose his mind over her new body, wanting nothing more than to touch those perky nipples as she sleeps or just hold on to those wide hips as he pounds her senslessly.
And then I want him to no longer be able to keep himself composed and act on the desire. I want him to devour her like an animal, aggressively massaging her huge ass while suckling on her titts, which have doubled in size now. I want him to lay her flat on her back and slowly spread her thighs before pounding her until she screams in ecxtasy, all the while keeping the palm of his hand pressed just above her pubic bone, fingers digging deep into her still flat yet soft belly. I want him to flip her over on her stomache, pulling her closer by her widened hips before burrowing himseld deep into her. I want this to become his new daily norm and her to cry from joy of their glorious make up.
From there on, I want the movie to basically turn into a stretched out montage of love making throughout the entire duration of her pregnancy. I want to see her with an arched achy back, her belly sticking out at the front, breasts growing slightly larger and perkier each month and still riding him like her life depends on it. Doing it all just to soothe that terrible itch deep inside her core. I want her to bounce on his lap at 9 months pregnant before he pins her against the wall and wrecks her from behind. I want them to cum together, him groaning into her neck like a beast before they suddenly hear a pop with a small stream of fluid making it's way down her bare legs.
I want them to realize that he just fucked her into labour. And most importantly: I want him to get turned on even more than he thought was even possible just by the look of it.
I want things to progress extremely fast. I want them not even able to get themselves ready for a drive to the hospital when all of a sudden she's already overtaken by the urge to push. Holding on to the door frame, I want her to instinctively bend her knees a bit and moan out loud as she feels a strong contraction causing the baby's head to crash down on her cervix before it ever so agonizingly slowly enters her birth canal.
I want him to get turned on by that scene, unable to stop himself from sticking a finger up her hole and checking her progress. I want her to go from moaning to screaming, unable to stand on her own now. He will help her onto the bed, trying to lay her flat on her back. She will protest. Instead she will sit down on the storage chest located feet-side of the bed, leaning back against the bed frame, inching her butt to the very edge of the chest, giving him the perfect view as he kneels between her legs.
I want her to push for a seemingly endless amount of time, suffering all the while, yet also feeling this sense of sexual euphoria that makes her cum as she's being filled up by the baby. She'll tell him all about it in her panicky high pitched voice. There will be sweat all over her body. And he'll be rock hard all throughout the process.
I want her to slowly crown, keeping the viewer ever so engaged, wondering when the widest part will finally be surpassed. She will get stuck at the widest part for a while, her lips stretched around it as thinly as a sheet of paper threatening to rip at any moment. He will cum at that sight, coaching her through the worst of it.
The head will not just pop free. It will take her hard work to inch the entire head out of her tight hole. As it is out, she will rejoice a second feeling the head before another contraction ramps up again. The shoulders will be even wider than the head proving themselves even harder to birth. She will arch her back and scream and thrash at this point as she'll get stuck again at the widest part of the baby - wider than it was before. She'll beg him to pull the baby out and he will do nothing. He'll be telling her that it's more natural for her to do it herself, but it will only be an excuse. He will be stroking his dick at the sight of her massively overstretched cunt, cumming multiple times in a row until she finally manages to push the giant baby out of her.
I want this moment to be the very first "emotional" one in the entire movie. Before that I just want hatred and disgust that slowly turns into feral sexual energy.
I would definitley pay to watch a movie like that.
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“The Duchy”
Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.
“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.
Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.
The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"
He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.
“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.
“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.
Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.
“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.
Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.
Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.
Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.
“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.
The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.
“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.
Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.
In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.
“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.
The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.
Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.
Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.
Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.
Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.
Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.
“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.
As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.
Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.
In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.
Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.
The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.
The crowd shouted in celebration.
Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.
“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.
Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.
But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.
#birth fiction#birth kink#labor fiction#maiesiophilia#labor kink#preg kink#labor fic#birth fic#fpreg#nbpreg#birth denial#rapid pregnancy#multiples pregnancy
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Omg I just want to be heavily pregnant going into labor resisting the urge to push and then finally giving in and PUSHING my baby out of my birth canal. Yelling with each push. Sweat dripping down my body. My belly shining with sweat in the light. Feeling my baby stretch me wider and wider. Pushing against that pressure. HNNNGGG
Bonus: have a birth partner encourage me to breathe and push. Commanding me to push harder as the baby crowns. Praising me as the baby emerges more and more.
Uggghh give it to me
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Fantasy Maternity Ward
It had been a relatively quiet day at the maternity ward, but all of Dr. Ixia's hope of going home on time vanished when she heard the anguished screams of the petite elven woman being carried into the delivery room by her hulking orc husband. Half-orc deliveries were almost always a drawn-out, tortuous affair, and with the three-year length of elven pregnancies, the mother would surely need a lot of time and assistance to squeeze out the 60-70 pound toddler currently cramming its way through her overdilated cervix.
The nurse briefed the goblin OBGYN on the patient's status: "She's carrying a singleton, half-orc 163 weeks pregnant, and nearly fully dilated." The doctor's eyes widened at hearing how long the pregnancy had been. Elves usually couldn't handle bearing interspecies babies the full three years, but this woman had gone severely overdue. She shuddered thinking about the sheer size of the baby, and whether her body could even stretch enough to accommodate it.
The patient was helped into the birthing bed, her feet strapped up into the stirrups. Her breasts, sagging low with milk, were pushed up into her face by the enormity of her womb, which dominated the rest of her body. From Ixia's low angle it looked like it could be the size of the rest of her combined. The elf's straining, barrel-sized belly shifted back and forth as the strong, overdeveloped child confined within writhed, desperate to be born.
The doctor reached into the patient's swollen pussy to examine her cervix. She found her to be fully dilated, with the baby's watermelon-sized and colored head battering against the elf's hopelessly tiny pelvic inlet with each desperate push.
"Huff...huff...stuUUUUUUUUUCK!" was all the poor elf could say as another contraction made her strain desperately to squeeze the colossal head through her unyielding hips. "We're going to give you a little something to help you stretch", said Dr. Ixia, loading up a syringe with a clear potion.
Ixia made three careful injections into the ligaments holding her pelvis together, one in the front and one on either side of her delicate tailbone. She wrenched the strirrups back, bringing the elven woman's feet almost parallel to her head. The patient let out a desperate scream as she reacted to the burning sensation of her pelvic ligaments stretching like taffy.
With her hips finally widened enough for her pushes to slowly start squeezing the overdue toddler downwards, the patient writhed underneath the suffocating boulder of her belly, clinging desperately to her orc husband's burly arm. Each push brought a few agonizingly slow millimeters of progress, and with it an unimaginable searing pain that made her scream and wail that her hips would split. Though this was one of the most disproportionate births she'd attended, it was nothing the veteran doctor hadn't seen before. Ixia squirted some lubricating oil into the now bulging cunt of her patient, working it in around the brow of the child to hopefully ease its passage somewhat.
After a few hours the head was just barely starting to approach the elf's bulging lips. With a sliver of green skin visible, each push made her swollen flower distend just a bit more, until it formed a sickening bulge several inches wide. Her perineum was pulled so tight that it dragged her anus open with into a teardrop shape.
Ixia sighed, realizing that the elf's hole was just too small and tight to stretch around the colossal toddler head. She gently ran her fingers around the taut rim, testing its pliability and trying to stretch it around a little more of the huge skull. There was just no way it was going to fit without splitting the poor elf wide open.
"Ready the traction forceps," Ixia said to her assistant. As the device was being assembled, she rubbed a sticky potion into the elf's vaginal lips and perineum. "This will help you stretch wide enough to deliver." she explained.
With the ointment taking effect Ixia was just barely able to wiggle the curved metal faces of the forceps into the patient's birth canal and secure them into place around either side of the head. She locked them together and hooked the apparatus up to a chain, then turned a crank to create constant pressure against her patient's stubborn cunt.
"IT'S RIPPING MEeeeeeee!" screams the poor elf, struggling to stay calm with the burning sensation in her overstretched cunt suddenly multiplying tenfold. "Calm down, you're not tearing. Just breathe and push when you feel a contraction." Privately, Ixia had her doubts. The doctor prided herself on rarely having to cut her patients, but the sheer size of the grossly overdeveloped half-breed could easily prove too large for the extra capacity provided by the stretching ointment.
Over the next three hours the elf's grotesquely stretched pussy gradually stretched around the baby's boulder-like, fused skull. The doctor periodically ratcheted up the tension, and reapplied more ointment to the patient's vulva and perineum. But just before it reached its widest point, it stopped progressing.
The red-faced elf gasped as Ixia explained that the shoulders had become stuck on her tailbone. "Brace yourself, this will be quite uncomfortable." said the doctor as she pulled on an elbow-length surgical glove.
Ixia carefully squeezed her hand into the gaping maw of the elf's rectum. She faced severe resistance from the stretching and squeezing being exerted on the hole by the massive obstruction lodged in the birth canal. Every square inch of space in the moaning patient's pelvic cavity seemed to be taken up by the baby, but finally the doctor was able to get some leverage on the shoulders.
With the next push she attempted to rotate the anterior shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. It was completely wedged against the unusually prominent bone. With a sickening pop, the fragile spur gave way. Ixia quickly withdrew her arm from the patient and provided counterpressure as the unstuck baby surged forward.
"Try to pant through the urge to push. If it comes too quickly you're going to tear yourself badly." But the agonized elven woman was far too deep into the throes of labor to resist her body's desperate signals. With the next contraction the head finally popped free from her gaping cunt with a gush of fluid. Ixia disengaged the forceps and gently guided the shoulders and torso out. With one more quick push the gigantic toddler fully emerged from the elf's blown-out birthing hole.
Ixia needed help from her assistant to lift the child onto the mother's chest. As the new parents cooed over their firstborn and the nurses cleaned him up and did their examinations, she supervised the delivery of the placenta and stitched up the shockingly minor tears in the elf's loose, swollen-purple hole.
"76 pounds 15 ounces!" announced one of the nurses after weighing the chubby newborn boy. "One of the largest I've ever delivered" thought Ixia to herself. With the ordeal largely over, the doctor advised the patient to stay on bedrest for at least six weeks while her tailbone healed and alchemically stretched body parts slowly returned to normal. Finally, hours after she expected, she could go home.
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Oh to have deep sex while in active labor.
I want the father of my child to fuck me while contractions get stronger and closer together. I want to feel his cock take away all of the pressure building between my pelvis as he penetrates my plump pussy.
Every stroke stretches out my future birth canal and my body gets overwhelmed, whimpering while taking him and breathing through the pain. My contractions coil me tighter around him. When his cock starts twitching inside of my overdue pussy I hold his hands, making sure he presses into the body he made ripe with his child.
I could feel his tip push into my dilated cervix and kiss the baby's head deep inside of me. And right before he cums inside of me I'd wrap my legs around him and push him even deeper. His cock pierces the amniotic sac and my waters gush against his hips while he fills my emptying womb with his cum.
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Imagine: Birth at night
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Tags: 18+ only!! snowstorm weather, pregnant sex, sex-induced labor, explicit birth material, unassisted birth, breastfeeding
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The weather outside is terrible in the middle of January, a heavy snowstorm which made it impossible to drive anywhere. Your husband doesn’t complain, in fact he fucking loves it when he gets to spend a whole day at the house with you, his pregnant spouse.
It’s early evening, it’s getting dark out. The snow is still falling heavily outside. You and your husband are making out on the couch in the warmth of your home, being all sweet and affectionate and telling the other how much you love one another.
“Babe, please,” You pant between kisses, “Please fuck me.”
“Okay," He says. You quickly strip each other of your clothes and lay back down on the couch. He usually has you laying on your side when you have sex, making sure your back isn’t flat on the bed while you’re still so pregnant.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks. “Are you cold at all?”
“I’m good, I feel really good.” You nod. You turns to face your husband, cupping his face. His gentle, loving gaze, full of want and love and lust, makes you horny. “Please, babe, get inside me.”
He lifts your thigh, panting hot breaths in your ear as he pumps his cock slowly in and out of you, “Ahh~!” You whine out and you buck your hips back against his front.
“Is this good for you, baby?” He asks.
“Yes, it feels good,” You nod breathlessly, filled with so much need for him. “Harder, babe, harder, please.”
“You’re so gorgeous,” He huffs. His hand lifts your thigh further up so he can thrust himself in a little faster as you want it. Soft moans escape your lips with each slow, gentle thrust of his hips.
You and your husband’s whimpers and moans fill the room. You plead and beg for your husband to fuck you harder, faster. Your cries for him just makes him so horny, and so he gives you what you want, thrusting his cock in as hard and fast as you beg for it, but careful enough that it doesn’t hurt you while you’re still so pregnant. And you feel so good and so comfortable, as you reach closer and closer to climax.
“Ohhhh, I’m gonna come…” You moan.
“I know, baby, me too.” He huffs. “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you.”
“Please, ahhhhh~!” You whine out as you come, with your husband groaning in your ear as he’s coming inside of you. You’re so sure that the spurt of his cock is going to impregnate you a second time.
You both pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. You struggle to turn your heavily pregnant form around to face your husband, so he reaches his arm out to gently guide you. You’re facing each other now, his hand brushing your hair from your eyes.
“How was that, baby? How are you?” He asks.
“I’m okay.” You assure. “I’m great. But, fuck, that's gonna put me in labor."
“If your water breaks, I’ll help you out, I promise.” He says. The streets outside are closed, so it wouldn’t be possible to drive to the local hospital. He smiles and cups your face. “I love you.” He speaks softly, kissing your lips. “Love you, honey. Love you so much.”
“I love you too,” You whisper back.
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You started having contractions a couple hours before you were getting ready for bed. You told your husband, who asked if you were possibly going into labor. You said that since your contractions were still far apart at the time, you’d initially thought that you’d get to sleep through it, maybe you'll end up having to possibly give birth sometime tomorrow later in the day.
No, they’re coming closer with one another. Almost the middle of the night, and it’s no doubt you're in labor. You lean back against the pillows, panting out the contractions as they pass over you. Still up, you look out the window through the blinds which aren’t fully shut. The sky is a dark grey-purple, the air is quiet as the snow continues to fall heavily outside and cover the ground in a thick white blanket.
You then look at your husband, who is asleep next to you. You don’t want to wake him up, but you know you should. Because 1) this is his baby you’re having, and 2) He promised he'd help you with this
Suddenly there’s an immense amount of pressure in your pelvis. You’re hit with a hard contraction, you clutch your belly and yell out in the dark of your bedroom. You feel that fluid has gushed out between your legs and soaked your shorts. He wakes up to the sound of you yelling, sleepily reaching for the nightstand lamp switch to turn it on.
He calls your name out worriedly, sitting himself up and placing his hands on your arm and back. “Honey, what’s wrong, everything okay?”
“I-I’m in labor, my water broke.” You huff. Visible beads of sweat drip from your forehead. Your husband’s eyes look down between your legs, to see that your water has broken and your shorts are now soaked. Your belly is contracting, and your face is scrunched and visibly in pain.
He’s fully woken up now, immediately moving himself in front of you. You’re huffing and kneeling on the bed, hunched over towards your husband, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“Ooh…!” You groan as the contraction passes through him. You grab your heavy belly from underneath, his head lowered against his strong chest.
“Breathe,” He reminds him, affirming his grasp on your arms. “You got this, honey. Just breathe.” His voice is so gentle but firm.
You shut your eyes and take slow, deep breaths as your body rolls with each contraction. Your husband whispers sweet, soothing, encouraging words into your ears while you labor. Your contractions are coming closer together, they’re getting intense, it causes you to scream out. You two live in a home where you don’t have neighbors, so you don’t have to worry about being heard from the outside screaming through the labor. Your screaming melts into a soft sob, you’re overwhelmed and anxious because this is happening so fast.
“Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here.” Your husband presses soft kisses to your head through your messy, sweat-dampened hair and gives your large, gravid belly a gentle rub. You rest your head on his shoulders, trying his best to let yourself relax. He guides you as you pant and shift your hips through each contraction. “I’m gonna get you a towel and some supplies.” He says. Quickly for a moment, he rushes to the bathroom and grabs a towel to place underneath you, as well as a basin of supplies. He returns to you, laying the towel out underneath him and holding you steady as you strip yourself of your soaked shorts.
Your husband reminds you to breathe as your contractions become closer together and he dilates. Your labor is progressing fast, you can feel the baby’s head engaged in your birth canal. And with your water broken, the pressure’s intense and it hurts…bad.
“I can’t, I can’t…” You whimper in pain.
“Yes you can, baby,” Your husband speaks softly. “You have me, it’s just you and me. You’re safe.” He runs his hand through your hair. “Does anything feel wrong at all?”
“No, just really hurtsss…!” You wince as you have another rough contraction, causing you to clutch your belly. “You did this to me…” You whimper.
He rubs your belly as you pant out the contraction. He kisses your forehead, reassuring he’s got you and that he will help you like he promised he would. “I’m sorry I did this to you. Let me take care of you, baby, make sure everything goes well.”
You nod and start to weep a little. Not just because you’re in pain, but also because your husband is so sweet and gentle and comforting, you feel incredibly safe and loved, in the months you've lived together in the peace you’ve created for yourselves and your baby to be born.
It’s so dark and snowy outside but you two are inside in your warm bedroom which is dimly lit with a lamp. You continue to labor, you’re almost there, fully dilated. Your husband helps you sip some water by the straw from the glass. Minutes pass and you’re exhausted, though your body is telling you that you need to start pushing.
“Honey, I have to pushhhh...” You grunt.
Your husband checks you, you’re fully dilated and ready. When he tells you to push on the next contraction, you squat and dig the balls of your feet into the mattress, sucking in a deep breath, and making the first push. You let out a soft whimper of pain as the contraction passes and you stop pushing.
“Good job,” Your husband says, rubbing your belly. You’re trying to catch your breath. The pressure’s building inside of you. You squat further, heaving with your hand resting on your big belly, pushing on the next contraction.
“Hrrrggghhhhh!!!” You grunt. “Ahhhhh…”
“Push, honey,” He instructs. “Breathe the baby down.”
You sink your knees into the mattress and shift your aching hips. You suck in a deep breath and blow out through a hard push. “Oooohhhh…I’m pushing, it hurtsssss!!!”
“I know, I know,” He nods. “You’re doing great, baby.”
The air is so quiet when it snows outside. The silence of the bedroom is filled with your screams as you push on the bed. Your husband doesn’t mind your screaming, he just stays calm and tends to you, his birthing spouse.
You have another contraction, and he spreads his legs further apart to make room for the emerging baby’s head. Sucking in another deep breath, you yell as you fully push the baby’s head out.
“Good job, honey.” Your husband says, wiping sweat from your forehead with the washcloth.
“This baby’s big–” You wince.
He rubs your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. You take a little more time to rest in between contractions, continuing to breathe and push on his instruction. He’s pushing the shoulders out now. You cling tighter to him, letting him know you need him.
“Ohhhh it hurts!” You groan in pain. Your eyes are shut, you feel your body strain a little to get the baby’s shoulders out. “I can’t, babe, I can’t do this.” You shake your head, sobbing.
“I know it’s hard, babe, but you got this. Don’t force it.” He smooths a hand along the side of your belly soothingly.
“I’m pushing, I’m pushing…oooohhhhh…” You groan, dropping your head and groaning loudly as you let gravity help you get the baby’s shoulders out. You can feel your body shudder, you have the strong urge to push. You shift your hips a little and groan, exerting and releasing a hard pushing force downwards.
Your breath hicks when your husband manages to push the baby’s shoulders fully out. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting and sobbing softly because the hardest part was over.
“Breathe, breathe.” He rubs your back with one hand and soothingly rubs his other hand on your belly. “You’re amazing.” He continues to whisper to you words of praise and encouragement, telling you how incredible you are and how much he loves you. As your husband guides you, you resume pushing on your body’s urges. Breathe and push, you remind yourself. The baby’s almost out.
“Hooooohhhh, it’s coming…it’s coming out fast!” You exclaim, gripping at your husband’s shirt.
“Keep going, babe, you’re almost there. Just a little more.” He holds his hands underneath your legs, cupping the emerging baby’s head. You hold your husband tightly and scream loudly as you give one big, final push, the baby slides completely out of your body and into hia hands.
“Honey, you did it, it’s over.” He holds the crying baby up so you can see. Your eyes are shut, you’re panting and catching your breath, then you open your eyes to see your baby right in front of you. Your baby's healthy and has a strong set of lungs.
“There you are, finally.” You sob. Your husband places the baby in your arms.
“You did so incredible.” Your husband sighs with tears in his eyes, fiercely kissing your face.
He helps you with pushing out the afterbirth, then helps you and the baby get cleaned up, and cleans up/discards the bloodied towels and sheets from the bed. You wrap your baby in fresh cloth before breastfeeding. You sit up against stacked pillows, with your husband lying beside you with a hand on your shoulder. You both awe at their baby who is feeding on your nipple, then look at each other, and smile.
It’s still so dark out, and the snow’s still falling heavily outside. But inside your home, in your room, it’s warm and softly dim-lit, your new family is altogether in this moment, everything is sound and peaceful.
#birth fiction#birth kink#giving birth#cw labor#labor kink#in labor#pregnancy kink#pregnant kink#preg kink#gnpreg#birth fic
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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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Stepdad!William Afton x Reader "Newborn" Mature/Drabble [3]
FNAF | William Afton (stepdad!) x (f) Reader | MATURE
Summary: Imagine: You just had your stepdad's baby and mom still isn't allowed to know.
AN: These drabbles are in no particular order and not necessarily related. But they are all Stepdad!WilliamAfton x !StepdaughterReader Universe. This could follow up on Christmas Present, Pregnant and Discovered (See Masterlist->FNAF->Stepdad William )
Warnings: talk about dub-con/taboo relationship, keeping it a secret, name-calling, William being mean, William calling you a slut, but also: William being emotional about his baby.
The cold hospital air bit at your skin as your stepdad pushed the wheelchair, your weak body slumped in it. The weight of the newborn baby, a warm bundle in your arms, was both comforting and terrifying. Your mom rushed by your side, her eyes red from crying, still mourning the loss of her own unborn child just months ago. You know she should have been glad to have become a grandmom, but instead, she was disappointed.
"Look at you," William sneered, his blue eyes cold and unforgiving. "Such a young mom. Barely out of school and already bound for life.”
You tried to block out the sound of his insults. “A slut, that's what you are. Couldn't keep your legs closed, eh? Now we are stuck with this mess."
Your face burned with shame, but you clutched your baby tighter, refusing to let William's words affect you. You knew he liked to play dirty, twist things around to mess with people's minds. But this time, it felt too personal, too cruel.
“Thought of your poor mother? Thought it would be easy?” William continued, each word a sneer.
“Spreading your legs, that is easy,” he said as he had to halt for a moment to let someone pass. Then he pushed your wheelchair further through the hallways.
“But pushing the baby out. Now, that wasn’t so much fun, was it?”
You closed your eyes, biting back a sob. It had hurt so badly. And you were still smarting down below. That the bastard dared to make comments about it upset you greatly. But you also know he did it to try and please your mom. You knew how unhappy she was that you couldn’t name the father because you’d been ‘drunk’.
"Sweetheart, that is enough," your mother snapped, finally breaking her silence. She glared at William, her voice trembling with emotion. "This is my daughter we're talking about."
William held up his hands in mock surrender, but you could see the smirk on his face. He enjoyed pushing buttons, testing boundaries. It made him feel powerful, and you knew he wanted you to feel small, helpless.
"All right, all right," he said, guiding the wheelchair toward the car. And thank God you finally made it there. You couldn’t wait to be home in your own room and let things sink in.
"Let's get you two home," his voice still sounded harsh, but there was a gentler vibe underneath it now. You watched how your mother opened the front door and took her place in the passenger’s seat, while your stepdad opened the door for you and your baby.
The car door clicked open, and William's hand reached down to help you out of the wheelchair. It took every ounce of strength you had not to flinch as his fingers brushed against your arm. You held your newborn baby close, feeling his tiny body nestled in the crook of your elbow. He whimpered softly, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety.
"Careful now," William said, his voice low and smooth like honey. "We don't want any accidents."
You bit your tongue, careful not to let your anger get the best of you as you heard William put your bag in the trunk and then slam the lid closed. You heard him wheel the wheelchair away.
As you settled into the backseat, cradling your sleeping baby, you couldn't help but wonder what life would be like now, living under the same roof as a man who reveled in cruelty. How could someone so dangerous, so manipulative, be a part of your family?
But as much as you feared him, you also knew that you had no choice but to rely on him. And deep down, a dark, twisted part of you couldn't help but be drawn to his power, his intensity, and the danger that seemed to surround him like a storm. Hadn’t you loved every single moment of his touches? Hadn’t you been an accomplice in all of this? Eagerly spread your legs, warmed his cock, accepted the fact that he would dump his seed inside your womb whenever he so much as desired?
Your stepdad slid behind the steering wheel and took a moment, then he placed his hand on top of your mom’s leg and cleared his throat. His blue eyes met yours in the rearview window. “Are you all comfy there?”
Numbly, you nodded, clutching your child close to your chest. Your mother sat quietly in the front seat, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Neither of them commented on the fact that you had decided to keep your baby in your arms rather than place him in the baby seat. You just weren’t ready to let him go yet.
The drive home was excruciatingly long, each passing minute stretching out like an eternity. The only sound came from the soft cries of your baby, his little fists balled up against his chest. Tentatively, you tried to feed him in the backseat, your hands shaking as you fumbled with your blouse. You already knew you weren’t a great fan of breastfeeding the little one – even though you had mentally prepped yourself for this task. Reality hurt like a bitch and wasn’t as easy as people made you think. But your mom had insisted that mother milk was the best, and of course, William had supported her in that. If they both wanted you to feed your child the natural way, there was no choice but to do it.
You closed your eyes when the baby’s jaw clenched around your nipple and bit your own lip to keep from making any sounds. The feeling was weird. You remembered the nurses in the hospital cooing how good a job you were doing and how happy they were the milk had started flowing so easily.
Easily. Yeah right.
"Take it slow," William advised from the driver's seat, his eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. "He'll get the hang of it soon enough."
His words felt invasive, a sharp reminder that he was always watching, always waiting for the right moment to strike. Your heart raced, but you focused on nourishing your child, trying to ignore the presence of the man who'd made your life that much more difficult.
Upon arriving home, William escorted you and your baby to your room, his firm grip on your shoulders making it impossible to slip away. You walked slowly, but luckily your room wasn’t far. Once inside, you sat down on your desk chair, cradling your baby protectively as you watched William with wary eyes.
"Let me make us some tea," your mom said suddenly, forcing a smile as she disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone with him.
The door clicked shut, and William moved closer. Warily, you watched him approach. His eyes glistened with unshed tears as they met yours. Was he… crying?
"Show me his hands and feet," he whispered, his voice soft and tender like it had never been before.
Tentatively, you revealed your baby's tiny fingers and toes, holding your breath as William counted them one by one. "Ten little fingers, ten little toes," he murmured, his smile genuine. "Everything is there."
You couldn't help but feel a flicker of relief, even as your heart hammered against your ribs. This was a side of William he hardly showed, a glimpse into the man he might have been if things were different. But you knew better than to let your guard down. With a man like William Afton, danger was always lurking just beneath the surface.
The weight of his gaze bore down on you, and for a moment, you almost forgot the cruel words he'd spat at you earlier. You studied his face, searching for any hint of deception, but all you found were real tears glistening in his eyes.
"You did so well, sweet girl," he said softly, kneeling down to your level. "I'm proud of you."
His hand reached out, hesitating for just a split second before caressing your cheek with an unexpected tenderness. Your heart swelled in your chest, threatening to spill over as he spoke those words you'd been longing to hear.
“My good girl. Always my good girl,” he muttered before leaning up a bit to place a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment, heart warm and full of adoration for the man who treated you this holrrible way. Yet, you couldn't help but feel for him.
In your arms, your baby cooed.
"Look at our son," William continued, his tone a mixture of pride and wonder. "He's perfect, just like his mother." The subtle ownership in his words sent shivers down your spine, but you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his praise.
"You will name him Evan," William declared, his voice firm but gentle. He didn't leave room for disagreement, asserting his control even in this tender moment. You watched as he carefully touched Evan's little hands and feet, his fingers tracing their delicate contours with a gentleness that seemed impossible for a man like him.
"Let me hold him," he whispered, and you hesitated, torn between fear and hope. But something in his eyes compelled you to relent, and you placed Evan into his outstretched arms.
"Hello, Evan," he murmured, cradling the newborn against his chest. "I'm your father. But ssh,” he shushed, “That’ll be our little secret.”
You flinched but couldn’t get yourself to look away. The sight of William holding his own son was mesmerizing. So wrong and yet in so many ways also so right.
“I'll always be here for you and your mother. No one else needs to know."
In that instant, it was as if time stood still. Your breath hitched in your throat, your thoughts racing wildly. Could you trust him? Did you have a choice? Was there a chance, however small, that things could be different now?
But as you looked into William's eyes, you knew one thing for certain: he was a man of many faces, and the line between love and obsession was dangerously thin.
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No Time To Hide
This was something I wrote for an Imagine You’re Pregnant prompt, original post here. Thought I’d make a side blog and post it here as well cos I really enjoyed writing this and might be tempted to write more birth fics
Eva opened the wooden window of her small cottage, letting the cool autumn air whip through her hair. The smell of woodland and damp grass filled her nostrils as she took a long, calming breath.
Describing herself as a green witch, Eva loved her little cottage hidden away from everyone deep within the rich forest. Coven life was never something that appealed to her; the idea of being constantly surrounded by other witches, their opinions and their magic, was torture for Eva. She much preferred her own company, free to live her life the way she wanted. Free to use her own style of magic, without the distraction or judgement of others. It was why she decided to live here in the heart of the forest. There was a river that flowed through the centre of the woodland, the ancient trees stood tall around her home, and the forest floor was packed with all manner of plant life. It was perfect; just her, the elements and Mother Nature.
Despite her preference of living alone, as time passed Eva began to yearn for something… it wasn’t romance or friendship, but the idea of a child. Children were never something she had considered, but as she grew older Eva had begun to see the benefit of having children. Someone to pass all her knowledge and wisdom to, someone to love and care for and share all that she’d learnt. She wanted to pass on this way of living, to create a legacy.
A few months ago, nine to be exact, she enchanted a local townsman - not that he would ever remember it. And now here she was, rocking side to side and cradling the underneath of her heavily pregnant stomach, preparing herself as birth drew near.
The cramps had started yesterday afternoon, small and barely noticeable at first. Eva had been terribly uncomfortable these last few weeks, suffering constant aches and twinges, so she did not immediately give them any thought. However when they got sharper and more frequent, forcing her to pause whatever she was doing, they soon got her full attention.
Not knowing how long this could take but knowing she would eventually lose mobily as her labour progressed, she collected all her preparations and got the supplies ready. Blankets, towels, sterilised medical equipment, all within easy reach in the main living room. Snacks and drinks lay available on the coffee table and a pot of hot water sat by the open fire keeping a constant warm temperature.
“Mmmnnngghhhhh” Eva moaned deeply as the latest wave peaked. She leaned forward resting her elbows on the window sill, jutting her hips back and swaying them slightly. The baby was low and heavy in her pelvis, the head pressing downwards as her body slowly opened up.
When the latest pain had eased Eva straightened and looked down at her swollen stomach, speaking lovingly towards her unborn babe. “You’re really coming aren’t you little one? I’ve not done this before so please take it easy on me.” Her child responded with a gentle kick prompting the witch to smile.
Over the next few hours Eva got into a good rhythm riding out the contractions, each one hitting sooner than the last and with incrementally more vigour. She paced, rocked, squatted, kneeled, trying to find any comfortable position to ride out the waves. Her low and heavy stomach made moving from position to position cumbersome; one hand staying on her bump or her lower back at any given time, while the other kept her supported on whatever furniture or surface was nearby.
As the contractions ramped up, creeping steadily towards unbearable, the witch’s teeth clenched tight and she growled behind them. Three minutes apart. Holding on to the back of her armchair Eva lowered herself into a deep squat. Sweat covered every inch of her body, her thin linen dress and underwear clinging to every curve of her fertile frame.
Her hips were in agony, the pressure building. She opened her mouth to wail but no sound came out, shocked into silence by a sudden burst between her open thighs. Immediately the pressure eased and Eva could catch her breath again. The wooden floor below her feet was soaked; her waters had broken.
“Oooooooh okay- We’re getting so close- Are you ready to come out now baby? I cannot wait to meet you.”
Eva stood up, cradling the curve of her spasming bump. Her bare feet stepped ungainly out of the puddle on the floor and she quickly threw a tea towel down to soak up the worst of it.
“It’s just you and me, little one. We can do this.” Eva reassured herself, rubbing circles around her swell, preparing for the intensity to soar now her waters had gone.
However, before the next contraction could strike the witch startled at the sudden loud interruption of ringing bells. Rapid and urgent, the piercing chimes echoed all around her cottage, howling through every room.
Witch hunter!
The enchantments set up around her hidden home in the forest hadn’t gone off in decades - she had almost forgotten the wards were still in place. And yet the incessant ringing immediately chilled her to her very bones, suddenly haunting her with long forgotten memories of the brutal murders of her fellow witches.
Her stomach clenched with a new, different sensation - fear. At any other time Eva would arm herself with weapons and potions and storm outside on the offence, making sure to take down her enemy before he had the opportunity to strike. But now… the pressing weight in her hips and the constant aching of her contracting womb showed she was in no position to attack, or even defend herself, if put up against a murderous witch hunter.
She had to get out of here. The warning bells throughout her home would soon reach the ears of the witch hunter and then he would beeline straight to her hidden sanctuary. She needed to find somewhere else to hide.
Distracted by the chimes, Eva was unprepared for the next contraction when it ripped across her body, rooting her to the spot. She doubled over in pain, palms planted firmly on her thighs.
“Unnnhhhhhhhhhhhh no-no-no-no……” she whimpered through strained breaths as the pain skyrocketed and her belly hardened. Panting heavily the witch ignored growing desire to bear down. Her waters had broken, she was probably almost fully dilated, if not already. But she couldn’t stay here. If she stayed, both her and her child would certainly be killed. She had to leave and find somewhere safe to deliver this baby.
After what felt like an eternity, the contraction finally faded and she bolted straight out the back door of her cottage, leaving barefoot with nothing but the clothes on her back. She had wasted precious minutes since the warning alarm riding out that last pain - she couldn’t afford to waste any more time gathering supplies to take with her. Eva took off as quickly as she could, disappearing deep into the lush green forest.
She barely got out of sight behind the first set of oak trees before another contraction was already upon her. Two minutes apart. Leaning against the rough bark of the nearest tree, Eva squeezed her eyes shut and tried hard to swallow the whimper creeping out her throat. The unbearable pressure was demanding in its silent request and her knees trembled with the effort of ignoring it. The baby was so heavy, and dangerously low. Feeling like it would just fall out if she took a step too wide. Yet she remained strong, persevering and weathering the storm in her uterus, determined to keep this baby inside of her until she got somewhere safe.
The second the pain let up an inch the witch was on the move again running as fast as she could across the forest floor. Over ferns and moss, rocks and fallen branches, thankfully the hardened soles of her bare feet were used to the uneven terrain. She made sure to keep off the main footpath and stayed hidden within the dense trees, but it made for more of an obstacle course than she’d like. With added weight of her labouring belly she couldn’t move at speed and on a few occasions nearly lost her balance. But deeper and deeper into the forest she went.
The trees became her allies, providing cover and support when she was forced to stop with each new powerful contraction… 90 seconds apart... 60 seconds apart. A large, ancient willow tree with an unusually curved trunk was the latest comrade in her fight for survival. Eva had pitched herself within the alcove of the trunk, out of sight and leaning back against the bark, lifting the weight of her hardened stomach with both hands. The long hanging branches brushed the forest floor in a circle around her position, hiding the witch behind a nature-made curtain.
“Grnnnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Eva could no longer hold in the animalistic sounds of her extremely advanced labour. The baby was right there, nestled deep in her widened cervix, desperate to be born.
“Nooooooooo-please-baby-wait-a-bit-moreeeeeee-” she begged through gritted teeth. The next contraction started before the current had even finished and the need to push was too powerful to refrain. Knees bending and thighs widening, Eva’s body pushed of its own accord.
It felt right, pushing. It was what she was meant to be doing - to follow nature's primal instinct. And yet she couldn’t forget the very real threat of the witch hunter, still hidden somewhere in this forest, poised and primed to kill her.
The fierce contraction continued to hold her hostage. A long grunt escaped her mouth as her body pushed along with the pain.
“I can hear you, witch!” A gravelled voice taunted from across the thick forest.
Eva’s eyes widened and immediately clamped her mouth shut, biting her lips together drawing blood. Half squatting against the tree, every muscle in her body continued to strain as it forced the baby lower and lower and lower. She couldn’t stop pushing even if she tried. One of the hands cradling her stomach shakily ventured south, lifting up her dress and feeling between her legs. Through the thin damp fabric of her underwear she could feel the baby’s head begin to enter the world.
She panted silently, tears streaming down her cheeks. The forest stretched out for miles, completely uninhabited in all directions; she was all alone. There was nowhere to go and no one to help. Heavily pregnant, being hunted, and seconds away from birthing this child.
A loud snap of wood echoed from a few metres away. Eva suddenly bolted like a startled deer, consumed entirely by fear and survival, and disappeared again into the thickened wood. She ran, wide legged, the heavy boulder of a baby’s head deep in her pelvis screaming to be born. Push! Her body cried out. Stop running and PUSH!
But she couldn’t. If she stopped she’d be dead.
Another contraction ripped through her as she ran. 30 seconds apart. Her muscles tensed and squeezed as she ran, her body trying to force the baby out despite the mother’s desire to hold on a bit longer. She could barely stay upright, the raw adrenaline no longer enough to keep this birth at bay. Her legs became jelly, all she could feel was pain and pressure and fear. Eva faltered, she couldn’t go any further. Out in the open she planted her hands against the nearest tree, widening her stance, and pushed. Hard.
“Mnnnnnnnrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!!”
More of her baby’s head began to appear behind the fabric of her tight underwear.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh-Hecateeeeeeeeeeee!” she whimpered, praying to the deity.
Her baby was close to fully crowning, she could feel it. The white hot agony of being widened and stretched beyond anything she imagined made her eyes water and throat nauseous. She retched, a dry heave, and desperately tried to catch a breath through the dual need to push and the sudden urge to vomit. The texture of the rough bark beneath her palms was the only thing keeping the witch semi-grounded and preventing her getting swept away in the overwhelming sensations currently tearing her body apart. Still bracing the tree, Eva’s head dipped as she took slow deep breaths, ignoring the instinct to push in order to ride out the sudden nausea.
An ominous whistling sound drifted through the trees carried on the wind. Eva could barely hear it over the thundering beating of her heart, that is until she heard:
“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” The voice sang.
The witch hunter was close. But so was her baby... Eva felt between her legs again to evaluate just how bad her situation was. It was bad. Her underwear was stretched beyond repair as it housed a significant portion of her baby’s head, filling her cupped palm. Ignoring all the pain and her body’s pleas to push, she panted heavily and tried to think! She needed a plan to survive.
The witch hunter had physical strength, yes, but he did not know these woods like Eva did. This was her home, her sanctuary, and she knew every inch like the back of her hand. Beyond her laboured breaths and the unnerving whistling of the approaching witch hunter, Eva registered another sound nearby - the swooshing sound of running water. The river - she was by the river!
Lifting her head the witch frantically scanned the surrounding area, getting her bearings of where she’d ended up within the woodland. She was a few hundred yards from the river’s edge, about a mile from her cottage. It wasn’t an area she often visited because of…. That’s it! Okay, it wasn’t a great plan, and there was no way to know if it would work, but it was her only shot of survival.
She took a steadying breath through the current contraction squeezing her womb, fighting once more against the primal need to push. The baby’s head filled her underwear, millimetres from a full crown. If she pushed again there was no way she’d be able to stop until the head was fully born.
Whimpering through the pain Eva stood up straight, one hand staying between her legs, and she prepared herself to move. Just get to the river. She told herself before making her way unsteadily east.
The sound of rushing water grew louder as she stumbled slowly through the forest. One step. Another step. Nearly there. She knew exactly where to go, and where to avoid, desperately trying to stay focussed on her surroundings and not succumb to the agonising pain crowning between her thighs. Keep going.
“You can’t escape me, witch!” The voice threatened, getting closer.
Eva stumbled into the side of a tree, her bare shoulder scraping against the bark. Pausing, she took a brief moment to breathe through the pain. It was a mistake. The second she stopped to inhale deeply her body started bearing down again, forcing the baby down. Immediately the head came to a full crown in her damp underwear and she screamed.
“WITCH!” The murderous voice roared.
Eva turned and saw a flash of black leather through the distant trees, and it was coming her way. Cupping the baby’s head she tentatively wobbled forwards, knees trembling, staggering towards the riverbank. The blinding pain was constant, her eyes barely focussing. She had to make it to the exact right spot or her plan would certainly fail. Her footsteps were shaky but determined as she continued the last few carefully placed steps in her journey. Behind her the crunching sound of a disturbed forest floor drew ever closer.
Reaching the river’s edge Eva collapsed against the large boulder that sat on the grassy bank. She made it. Turning around against the stone, the cold granite pressed against her back as she faced the woods and waited for the imminent arrival of the witch hunter. But the baby’s head inched lower, her body stretched to its absolute limit. She wanted to cry, to howl, to scream. Instead she focussed inward, drawing on all the power from the earth under her feet, and taking a deep breath she finally, and intentionally, followed her body’s demands. Teeth gritted, a growl behind them, she pushed with everything she had. Her whole body trembled, bearing down against the pressure of the large round head slowly appearing between her thighs. The ears… a nose… she could feel it all. Her hands frantically scrambled under her dress and within seconds the baby’s head popped out into her underwear and she cupped it quickly within her palm. The relief was instant and for a brief moment Eva’s heart calmed as she held her child’s newly born crown.
The witch’s reprieve was short-lived as the approaching footsteps from behind one of the nearby trees resulted in another person soon entering the river's edge. The witch hunter was dark haired, full beard, but was not as athletic as Eva was expecting. There was sweat glistening on his temple and dripping down his neck, disappearing beneath a thick leather jacket. His mouth practically drooled at the sight of her and he gripped the long hunting knife in his hand. The lust for her death was haunting.
“At last… you’ve given it a good go, I’ll give you that, but you cannot escape your fate.” The man said as he took a step towards her, threateningly swishing the knife in readiness. “You are an abomination, evil incarnate. Witchcraft has no place here. My family has been taking your lot out for centuries. And it looks like I get the honour of not only killing you… but the next generation as well.” He glared at her pregnant swell.
“No- no! This- this child is innocent…” Eva panted, still holding the head of her half-born babe hidden under the draped fabric of her dress.
The witch hunter scoffed and took another two ominous steps in her direction through the fallen autumn leaves. Eva watched each step with a laser focus.
“No descendant of a witch is truly innocent.” He drawled, tilting his head with an unnerving animalistic incline. “Wickedness will run through its veins, there is no saving its soul.”
Eva couldn’t take her eyes off his feet, watching every step he took. She chose this location for a reason, knowing she needed to end up exactly here by the rivers edge - dangerously using herself as bait. His heavy boots crunched through the orange leaves, sauntering slowly towards her like he was toying with his prey. So close. Her heart stopped, breath held as Eva prayed to all the Goddesses for her plan to work. Then whoosh!
The witch hunter was suddenly hoisted in the air by his foot, caught in a primitive trap laid here many years ago by the previous inhabitants of these woods, whom were long dead and forgotten. The man roared as he was pulled sharply towards the sky, his arms flailing, the hunting knife falling from his hand in his shock.
Eva exhaled heavily and closed her eyes in pure relief. The steady thumping of heart pulsed around her body, beating once more now the immediate threat disappeared. The man yelled and shouted at her as he hung limply from the tree, but the sound barely registered with the witch. Her senses had been overtaken by the sudden movement of the baby, turning inside her, and an all too familiar urgent weight pressing down signalling her work was not yet over.
Eva tried to move but she was too far gone, too deep in labour, every muscle seemingly locked in position. “Unhhhhhhhh Hecate….. mnnnggghhhhh the baby- the baby is comingg…..” she whimpered, the pain splitting her in half as she was stretched once more with the baby’s shoulders. All her bodyweight was pressed back against the boulder, and she managed to sink towards the ground. Squatting deeply, her large rounded stomach rested heavily between her thighs.
“Ohhhh it’s coming…. I- need… mnghhhhhhhh I’ve got to… got to pushh...”
She ripped off her underwear as the next contraction started, freeing the baby’s head from the confines of the damp linen. With both hands ready to catch, the witch pushed with renewed determination. “Urghhhhhhhhhhhh!” One shoulder was out! Then the next shoulder. She took a breath, panting, holding the child dangling from her body. Eva became suddenly hyper-aware of the breeze and leaves, the nearby river and the crisp autumn air, all the elements surrounding them which her child was now being born directly into. Trembling, she beared down fiercely once more and within another few minutes a newly born witch entered the world.
Eva sobbed with relief, quickly pulling her daughter up over her stomach and placing her against her chest. The infant made a soft gurgling sound, her first breath, and then started to cry. To a new mother it was the most beautiful and reassuring sound in the world.
“Disgusting…. Filthy little vermin.” The witch hunter sneered with venom.
Eva had forgotten her audience and looked up with hatred at the man still swinging upside down from the tree. She held her baby tight and secure against her skin, as if shielding the child from the mere sight of him.
“You should drown that thing in the river.” He spat.
Red, blinding fury overwhelmed the new mother. With the pain gone and her baby safe in arms, pure fury raced through every pore of the witch’s body, consuming every atom of her being. Rising slowly, babe still clutched in hand, Eva approached the hanging man with eyes glowing with revenge.
“When I get free, I'm gonna enjoy splitting you from ear to ear!” He roared.
Her head tilted in observation watching the man’s disgusting arrogance in his determination to kill her despite still struggling against the rope binding his leg. Apparently unaware his threats were idle and his attempts to escape the trap were futile.
The witch bent down carefully to pick up the large silver blade that had fallen amongst the browning leaves. The man didn’t see the new mother pick up his weapon, and didn't notice the switch when the hunted became the hunter. Eva stalked silently, murderously towards the hanging man.
Before he could open his mouth to mock or belittle or challenge her, Eva’s hand swished past his vision in a flash, the blade gliding through the witch hunter's throat like a knife through butter. The man’s eyes widened, taking a heartbeat to register what just happened, before the cascade of blood erupted from the open wound and he began to choke and splutter.
Eva dropped the knife.
Delicately readjusting and shhhing the newborn cradled in her arm, she took one final look and started their journey back to the cottage. Eva found comfort in the sounds of the forest; of the flowing river, the whistle of a breeze, and the drip drip dripping of her enemies blood now pooling onto the forest floor.
#birth kink#pregnant kink#clothing birth#panty birth#birth denial#public birth#forest birth#giving birth#birth fic#birth fiction#fpreg birth#tw: blood#tw: death#my writing
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Birthing Temple
Zara had hiked for hours through the dense rain forest. By the time she reached the steps of the temple, her heavily pregnant body was contracting hard. She staggered up the stone stairs, panting wildly. Zara frantically looked around for the Birthing Goddess as she entered the large inner chamber.
"I am here! Its coming! Oh God, its coming right now!"
The laboring mother cried out loudly, desperate for a reply. She clutched her middle as the pain tightened her core. Zara struggled to walk forward. She felt dizzy and hot! Her entire surroundings began to spin out of control. Pain and exhaustion took over! Before she could make another step, she collapsed to the stone floor.
Waking slowly, Zara felt soft bedding at her back but extreme pain between her legs. As her eyes opened, she immediately saw the person she had been seeking.
"Breath, my dear! Your time is close now. The God of Breeding has impregnated you with a very large baby. It's huge head has struggled at your folds as you slept."
Zara gripped the soft sheets under her damp frame. The fullness between her thighs was intense. She looked weakly at the Goddess. She wanted to push away the intensity throbbing at her lips. Zara knew her role was to follow all instructions. The laboring mother waited impatiently for the Goddess's directions.
The Goddess carefully rubbed the enormous orb. Active movement was evident as more powerful contractions turned the mother's womb rock hard. The Goddess smiled with reassurance at the young woman.
"I will protect you and give you safe passage during your birthing. I will help you to endure and preserve during the hours to come."
The Goddess began to rub warm oils over Zara's contracting lower core and into her nether area. Zara moaned deeply as the need to push grew unbearable. She pulled tightly on the sheets and panted heavily. She looked up at the Gooddess. Her moaning and panting rapidly increased. Zara became breathless as the pain of her twisting core mixed with the pounding at her opening.
"Oh I think it's time! Oh God, I have to push! I want to get it out! Tell me I can start. Oh please let me push.......!"
The Goddess nodded. Zara moaned louder and louder. She gasped deeply and bore down hard. She cried out wildly. The enormous head pressed through her aching folds with full force. Its gigantic size was wedged tightly in her vaginal cavity. Zara yelled and pushed harder and longer. The pain was blinding.
The Goddess smiled and continued to add oils to her laboring body. She gently rubbed over the birther's swelling sensitive point. Zara rocked against her hand as she bore down through her labor pangs. The Goddess was happy with the reward of the union. The God of Breeding had chosen a strong, determined birther for this task.
"Oh oh oh! It's so big! Its so huge! It is not moving! Oh please do something. Make me birth this baby!" Zara growled deeply and bore down harder.
Zara had been pushing for one intense hour as the pain grew worse than ever. She shouted out as the head pulsated against her red, swollen lips. Zara looked into the eyes of the Goddess as a new sensation erupted at her entrance. Fingers began to rub vigorously as pain and pleasure swirled together. Zara frantically pushed as the Goddess worked around the crowning head.
The birther thrashed against the bedding as a full crowned head prepared to explode. Zara panted deeply between efforts. The rapid acceleration of the labor overwhelmed her completely. She felt the most intense sensation of fullness. She pushed without stopping. She bore down without finding relief.
"Make it come! Oh please help me birth it! I need it out! GET IT OUT! I HAVE TO PUSH! NOW!"
The Goddess's attentions were frantically working all over Zara's folds. She arched her back wildly and howled out as the biggest orgasmic explosion detonated violently. The head erupted in a pool of birthing fluid between her legs. Moments later, a second, equally powerful explosion birthed the rest of the baby.
Zara weakly smiled as the huge baby was lifted and passed to the God of Breeding who had witnessed the birth silently at the entrance to the chamber.
The God held the boy child and smiled at Zara.
"Wonderful work! You will be birthing again within the year! The next baby will be larger and harder to deliver! Prepare yourself!"
Zara closed her eyes and slept deeply and peacefully. Her birthing journey had just began.
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Lucy home birth || 817 words (my first story)
Lucy was fixing herself supper in her kitchen as she felt her stomach tighten and contract
“Wha-? What's going on- OW OW” she cried as her stomach contracted and she felt her baby kick before the contraction stopped. She could feel the baby moving a lot today.
“Ohhh baby, its ok,” lucy said thinking she was just having braxton hicks
For the past week she felt her stomach was hanging lower than before, Lucy didn't think much of this and just thought nothing of it, infact, she had no idea it was even a sign of oncoming labour.
She felt another contraction as she was stirring her food.
“ow-OW-OW fuck jesus christ 2 in the same hour??”
Holding her stomach, she dropped down to a squat to grab something from the lowest shelf on the pantry. That's when it happened, she felt a contraction followed by a gush of fluids between her legs. She groaned at the pain.
“No no no NO NO NOT NOW OH GODDD” she yelped as her stomach contracted and she felt the pressure of her baby pushing down on her cervix, trying to fit into her tight hole. She felt the baby squirm inside her as it tried to move further down. She beared down under the pressure using the shelf as support.
When her contraction was over she hurried over to her bed, heart racing. She knew she was in labor and her baby was coming, and it was coming fast. Another contraction rippled through her and she grabbed her belly and moaned out in pain. It was so bad, the pressure, the contractions, her baby squirming, everything hurt and she wanted to die.
She layed in her bed crying and gritting her teeth with every contraction. She thought the pain couldn't get any worse, then she felt she HAD to push.
Lucy held her legs and bore down as hard as she could. She cried and winced at the pain. She felt the baby going further down into vagina. She felt she would be torn open. She pushed with all her might and she moaned in pain at how badly the baby's massive head was stretching her tight pussy. Her legs shook as the baby slid further and further. She cried for this to stop but every jab of pain was followed by another that only got stronger and more intense and she felt her vaginal walls stretching more and more to its limits
Lucy caught her breath when the current contraction was over and spread her legs. She couldn't see the baby's head and there was no sign of it even being close to crowning. She stuck a finger inside her vagina to feel where the baby's head was at and it was just at the entrance.
She felt another contraction coming on and gripped her legs and pushed with all her might. She scrunched her face and grit her teeth to the point where they were grinding. She was determined to get this baby out and have this be over.. She could feel the head coming closer and closer. She couldnt push anymore and catched her breathe but just before she could start up the babys head slipped back in a little bit.
“Oh no no please no god- OW OW FUCKKKK” she screamed out as the worst contraction yet hit her and her whole body ached. Her pussy felt like it was on fire as the baby's head pushed against her tight opening. She groaned and moaned while she pushed as hard she could. The head came out a little and that motivated her to give it her all into bearing down. She cried as the baby's head started to crown, her pussy was hurting so bad she worried it was going to be forever ruined.
She pushed again with a contraction and the head came out a tiny bit.
“AH OW OH OH FUCK MY PUSSY, MY PUSSY BURNS AHH OWWWW” she screamed as she pushed the head into a full crown and she cried under the contractions and the burning pain. She could feel her clitoris stretch and she winced. She caught her breath once that contraction was over and in just a few short seconds another painful contraction started and she could feel the baby inside her vagina trying to get out and she groaned as she pushed. Her vagina was an angry red and her skin was stretched to the max, that's when she screamed in agony as she felt the massive head pop out with a gush of fluid all over her.
“Ok ok worst parts over now, i just gotta- AHHH OWW FUCKK” she screamed as she pushed out the first shoulder, and the next.
She grabbed her baby and pulled it out.
“hiii baby girl” she cooed in a high pitched voice as she brought her baby close to her.
#labor kink#preggophilia#preggie#pregblr#preggo kink#giving birth#birth fic#preg#birth kink#birthing#story#birth#lucywritesbirthstories
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It's time
I could feel the contractions getting stronger and stronger. The pain was getting unbearable.
MMMMHHH
I hummed through the pain. Another contraction, and another one. 3 minutes apart, 2 minutes apart, 1 minute apart.
OH MY GOD. OWWWWWW
Suddenly I felt a new pressure in my birth canal. Oh my God so much pressure. I, I feel like I have to push.
I put a towel in my mouth, bit down and PUSHED.
Hnnnggghhh
A let out a gutteral yell through the towel I was biting on. Holy shit the pressure was insane. The pain was horrible. I pushed and pushed and pushed. Eventually the head started to crown.
AAAGGGHHHH
It was so painful. The head stretched my lips apart with each push. I thought I was going to tear. I couldn't stop pushing though. My body physically wouldn't stop pushing. So I just pushed and pushed. It was so painful, I kept screaming.
AHHHH!!! OH GOD! AHHH!!! GET IT OUT!!! HNNNGGGAAAHHH!!!
The head came to a full crown. I panted and tried to resist pushing. I wanted to let the head come out slowly. Unfortunately I had no control. Another horrible contraction hit me and forced me to PUSH.
AHHHHH!!!!! Oh god!!!!!!!
I gave a POWERFUL push. It hurt like HELL. The head finally came out.
Oh god... Oh god...
I panted and waited for the next contraction.
Here it comes.... Uuugghhh!!!!!
I pulled my legs back, took a deep breath and PUSHED HARD. I pushed and pushed and pushed.
AGGGHHHH AHHHHH!!!!! OOOOOHHHH-
The baby slid out with a lot of fluid into my hands.
Oh my God... I did it... I just gave birth...
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Woman going for a birth world record for most and biggest babies born at home and decides to have some fun with it.
9. planned at home
+ triplets + big babies
ø overdue
# birth denial + pushing baby back
– all alone
Overdue labor + Long labor + Long contractions
Water-Breaking During labor over a towel
Birthing positions:
1st baby: On all fours with Long birth
2nd baby: Leaning onto something with Short birth
3rd baby: Walking around with Head sucking back in during birth + Waddling while head is crowning
You know the drill, I'll add an extra spin on it too.
Life's Challenges
Warning: This story contains disturbing topics.
The room was small and shoddy, an apartment that Hertha barely afforded and in desperation had begun a full week of working, weekends in and out of office but an opportunity shined.
She was impregnanted by an anonymous man, the babies were an accident but welcome into her life and soon they grew big and had gotten too big with her cramped stomach.
It'd had come to mind she might break a record for the largest babies, as in a recent ultrasound the babies had grown to a large size and it was discussed if she needed C-section but the idea was denied unfortunately for Hertha.
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On the drive to the workshop, she'd been having consistent acute contractions and it caused alot of issues but she managed to make it early by a three hour window, she was given a task.
And be paid handsomely by a wide margin, she accepted and had come to her new supervisors office as this personal affair was counted as an "official buisness" within records.
Hertha came through, her brunette head of hair was eye-catching as was her beauty and in the first impressions were impressive, they locked the door and she was brought closer.
Supervisor: Hertha so you've the upbringing of this company since the early days.
Hertha: Y- hoo- Yes, Ma'am.
Supervisor: And since your pregnant could I ask you a favor?
Hertha: Mmm- Whatever is needed?
Supervisor: I'll show you, come closer.
She waddled around the desk, her hand cast beneath her own womb as it jolts in pain she slows her steps and continues, as she stares.
Her supervisor stands and strips down, she gives her request as Hertha is stunned. Her supervisor hands her a sex toy.
Supervisor: Push it hard until I pop? Understand.
Hertha obliges, her left hand rubbing out the tension in her wombs side as the supervisor bends over and leans into the chair.
She pushed in the toy, as the supervisor trembles she then begins her favor and quickened her pace per see.
Her supervisor groaned in pleasure, she wrapped her hands around her womb a quickened winding of Hertha's pace.
The supervisor shook in absolute pleasure, trembling in the contractions but enjoying completely as she spurts out fluid.
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Hertha was spaced out and focused on the cramping binding around her back, breaths frequented as she feels an intense lowering deep into her canal as it squeezed through.
Focused onto herself trying not to push, a intense pain rended into her flesh, she let breaths leave her throat as she grunts.
She pushed the toy too hard and her new supervisor moaned to absolute perfection.
A small drizzle of fluid ran down her thigh, puddling into the carpet as Hertha got up rapidly to attend to her higher up but had resisted a pain in her canal as fluid leaked heavily down her stockings.
She gripped the desk's edge and crunched tightly, her contractions picked up and she gripped her womb's underside, having the extreme urge to push but resisted.
Attending at her side, her supervisor was moaning aggresively and had gushed too frequently, breathily pushing and crowns quickly but as one more favor.
Supervisor: Ah~ C- haah~ Could you push it in?~
Hertha was hesitant but her supervisor begged, she pushed it in and she let out a loud moan all throughout the room and was slowly beggining to feel the pain come in, the pleasure soon went away and she began gripping Hertha.
Hertha eased her in, she kept her grip tight onto the desk still sweating trying to resist the urges.
Massaging her supervisors back, the head came back to a crown and busted out with a thin gush oozing from her crevice, she helped out and had her hand slowly tugging the baby out.
She guided her over, her comrade pushed and began to grunt harshly cussing as she tugged before an arm popped out, she let her rest as the rest of the baby slipped out into her arms.
Lifting the baby up, she lend it over to her higher up, who promised a pay of $25000 return for the favor though weakly spoken.
Hertha was exhaling through her tight lips, sharp pains urged her to push but still once more had to resist, drenched in sweat and physically drained in energy.
Permitted to leave, headed to her computer.
She finished her last stock of the day, though overtime began to pack up and headed out.
Waddling akwardly, her hands below her womb she stands awaiting for the elevator as she lays a hand on top her belly, she bends in as a deep pressure lowers rapidly to her labia.
Her thighs spread open, her leg bent in towards each other, her breaths deepen in panic and in pain, she felt the head rest against her labia.
A rising burn, searing between her thighs her eyes widen open as her chest heaves in panic her heart beats in her head, she grunts.
The elevator dings and they open as she runs inside, the doors close and she leans into the corner as she spreads her legs groaning out.
Sweat begins to drip down her hair, she felt roaring pain churn against her cunt, it was spreading her labia as she resisted at once.
The elevator was lowering and she paced around the small box, timing each breath.
But a pain struck, the worst contraction gripped onto her womb, she collapsed to her knees and began to push and forced the head to bulge, it was held in by her tight panties.
She grunted as she held her belly, squeezing her palm into it's hardened rotundness then limping into the main lobby and heading towards the old exit and leaving the building.
The head dropped into her panties, she leant back onto the door, she grabbed beneath her mini-skirt and pushed it back.
A loud cry blared onto the empty evening road, she gasped and waddled towards the car, her thighs kept tight, she unlocked the and got in, sitting atop the bulge and let out a grunt.
Driving the way home, each bump she crossed the head would slowly move it's way out of her.
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Then when she reached her building, she went in and akwardly ran up each step of the stairs.
She kept a hand ontop the head to fight it from coming out, and came out on her floor she let out a groan from closed lips as she fought the huge head of the firstborn.
Vividly remebering the room, she sluggishly went and had reached the room 205, went inside then grabbed the camera before she collapsed to her fours still in her outfit.
Letting herself breath for a bit, she planned this out but not like this and began to record slowly getting into the living room, began to strip out her office wear and kept her undergarments.
She collapsed in pain, the camera faced the bulging head and her bruised lips, she began pushing against her tight panties.
Enduring groans that encased the room, she felt her panties slowly loosen and begin to tear off of her as she took a deep gulp of air and began to bear down and the head pulled off her panties.
The contractions hit her harder than before, it was lasting and felt electrical as she held her breath before she bore with a groan of pain.
It made slow progress, but the shoulder began to slough it's way forward and very painfully at that, she had a few small pushes with a small breaths of air to ease the shoulders.
Eventually it made no movement and began to move back, she had a rest for a moment then slowly tried to push foward, the shoulders had slipped out and an arm slipped away but then the other shoulder was stuck.
It burned her canal throughout, she was slowly hardening each push but the shoulders were to big to come out, then she began to repeat.
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Time had passed it had been four hours and so in her desperation with her pain worsening, she grabbed the head and slowly tugged it out.
Her bruised vagina was burning at each budge, it slowly budged forward as she pushed along with each long contraction, she felt it progress.
It was slowly coming out and then, it gushed an abnormal amount of fluid over the towel and the baby tore open her panties with the rest of it's weight and dropped into her arm.
She cradled the baby before rising and waddling with a wide gait, leaning over her house desk as she laid the firstborn onto the white cloth.
Leaning over, the second baby was descending quickly as she widen her legs apart as it pulled her down to a sort of squat, she took a breath.
She bore downz pressing her chin to her chest and squeezed her every once of strength as the pain hit like ten trucks that never ended.
Once the head crowned fast, she leaned into the chair and pressed her large belly into the wood to help with the baby, as the head spewed the floor with blood and fluid as shr groaned out.
When the whole baby dropped and she caught it into her arms, then laying her next to it's sibling who was fast asleep as she cut both cords.
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Wandering around the living room, panting in exshaustion her arms lifting her rotund large belly fully compressed in ripping contractions.
Frequently taking a stop to push, she bent over and laid her hands onto her knees slowly giving out small pushes for inches of movement that slowly descends further down, her pussy was burning after the constant bruising.
As it descended towards her entrance, it slowly crowned but then would not go any further out as she strained her every muscle, it would only slide back in with an intense burn.
She heaved her breaths and began to waddle around trying to assist in it's progression out, the head was moving slowly down with each pace around the room eventually she had to attempt once more for progress.
Down to standing squat, her figure under afternoon sunlight in sweat with her hands spreading open her entrance.
Pushing with her full might, she struggled and began to tremble as she huffed when the head stopped at the ring of fire, she was relieved.
Though it burned, she persevered through the pain as she waddled around for fifteen minutes and began to bear down while walking.
Her palms squeezed into her sides, she groaned loudly and bore down while slowly walking and after a few moments the head finally came out.
She went to standing squat and bore down as hard as possible, the head dangled below her cunt and the neck jutted out with a heavy fall filled off fluid and blood.
Once more she waddled, her legs spread wider as she felt the shoulder slide down and she fell to a full squat across the camera, she held onto the head gently tugging as she pushed.
The baby slowly progressed out and finally had gushed out with a dense fluid, she stopped the recording and cut the cord and swaddled them.
She sent the recording to guiness and then after a week they came in and assinged her "world's biggest triplets" coming in at 32 inches and 23 pounds and 15 ounces, congratulations!
She took a photo in her esteeemed happiness.
Also got a $26, 896 payment and prize money so she was very much sustainable for support.
#birth kink#painful birth#labor#labor kink#pregnant#pregnant kink#pregnancy kink#pregnancy#birth fic#labor and delivery#pushingbabybackin#pushing#home birth#birth#giving birth#birth denial#huge pregnant belly
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Quick birth, breech baby
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This labour was progressing quickly, I rocked my hips from side to side leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Mommy?" Lottie asked
"Yes sweetie?" I asked, my eyes closed as I breathed through the pain.
"Why is your belly so big?" She poked the low hanging bump harshly with her finger.
"Your little sister is in there." I swayed my hips on the birthing ball.
"Mommy?" Taylor joined in too.
"Yes baby?"
"Can you get me a juice?"
"Yes." I groaned internally as I pushed myself up and waddled to the kitchen.
"Mommy watch my dolly party!" Lottie shouted from the living room. "Hurry!"
"Argh!" I winced quietly and leaned on the counter riding out a contraction.
"Mommy!" Taylor shouted after his juice.
I waddled back to them and gave him his juice, slowly lowering myself back down onto the ball.
"I want juice too!" Lottie demanded.
I sighed and pulled myself back up, the movement made me suddenly feel very full.
"Ew! Mommy's peeing!" Lottie cried out as a puddle formed at my feet.
"Don't worry, mommy will clean it up." I went back to the kitchen for juice and paper towels.
"Here you go." I handed her the juice and cleaned up my leaking fluid.
My water was still slowly leaking down my legs.
"Can you play with me Mommy?" Taylor asked pulling my trousers.
"In a little while baby, Mommy needs to help your sister inside her tummy first." I rubbed my stomach.
The first urge to push caught me off guard, I gasped and slowly squat down as I began pushing.
"Mommy come look at my dolly party!"
I ignored the calls as I focused on the baby rapidly moving, the third baby was coming quickly.
I pulled my pants and trousers down as I felt the head coming to my opening.
I panted to slow things down.
"Ew! Mommy there's a little foot!" Lottie cried out.
I gasped and reached underneath my stomach to feel it.
Fuck.
A foot! I panicked but didn't have time to think as I pushed again.
"Mommy I dropped my crayons, can you get them for me! I'm drawing!" Taylor smiled brightly and showed me his underwater scene he was colouring. I made my way over to the table where he was sat slowly and looked at the crayons on the floor.
I took a deep breath before bending to pick them up, this was very ineffective as I couldn't reach.
I got into a squat position instead, picking them into my hands quickly as the position forced the baby down.
"Oh god!" I gripped the table as I pushed the baby's other leg out. The hips keeping me open.
"Can I have them mommy?" Taylor took the crayons out my hand.
I panted and stood up slowly, the burn of being held open rippling through me.
"Do you like my drawing mommy?" Taylor gave it to me.
"It's beautiful sweetie!" I smiled through the pain.
"Can we put it on the fridge?!" He exclaimed and got off his chair taking my hand and tugging me to the kitchen.
I waddled very slowly to the kitchen, side stepping most of it feeling the baby sliding down further with each step.
He stood at the fridge and held his arms up to me
"Pick me up!"
I reached down to him and hauled him up, the effort forcing me into a push, suddenly forcing the baby's shoulders out.
I gasped feeling the spurt of fluid around the head.
"Argh!" I cried out, quickly putting my toddler down and reaching for the baby hanging between my legs.
"I didn't get to put it on." Taylor said sadly.
I panted through the urge to push so I could pick him back up, the weight of him on the bump forced fluid out around the head, he finally picked a magnet and stuck it to the fridge.
He giggled and thrashed happily in my arms, the moment against my stomach causing a contraction.
The head was coming now!!
I quickly put Taylor down and reached for the baby as the head rushed out with a burst of fluid.
I gasped and cried out as my legs shook from the loss of pressure.
The baby cried instantly, I pulled it to my chest and cradled it.
"Mommy is that our new baby!" Lottie looked so excited.
"Yes baby it is!"
#birth kink#giving birth#water breaking#birth story#breech birth#inconvenient birth#free birth#birth fic#labour
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Beach Birth
Request by @frank5804
Hazel really had hoped for a peaceful trip followed by a peaceful birth. The universe, however, had other plans. It was a hot day when Hazel had gone on a beach trip. She had decided to wear nothing but a pink bikini. Her due date was well over a week from now, so she felt comfortable and safe to go on the trip. She had a c-section planned anyways.
Her massive belly stuck out like a sore thumb. She was pregnant with twins, both of which being 9-11 pounds. Did she feel a little embarrassed? Sure, but she didn't care that much. She waddled onto a far away corner of the beach. Her stomach felt so low, and she had to painfully walk to lay down her blanket to sit on.
Some time passed by, and she decided to go in the water. She waddled away and gently sat down in the water, but still near the shore. Out of nowhere she felt a sharp pain in her lower back. She told herself that that was normal during pregnancy. The pain, however, did not go away. She continued to painfully play around. All of a sudden a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen. She doubled over in pain. She realized that people were giving her worried looks, but she could not focus on that. The pain only kept building until it finally faded away. Hazel's concerns grew, but she assumed that it was only a braxton hick. She continued to swim around, hoping nothing had happened.
Only three minutes go by, when she gets hit by another contraction. This one was even more painful than the other. She grabbed her massive belly and squirmed in pain. Pressure grew near her abdomen, using full strength the push down. She felt something move down her birth canal. She realized, still doubled over in pain, that she was definitely in labor. She tried to scream through her clenched teeth, but she could not make a sound. She realized she had to give birth here, her massive twins having no chance of c-section.
As soon as her contraction was over, she ran out of the water. She could barely stand with her belly and her drenched bikini. "SOMEONE, HELP!" she screamed. She barely made it out of the water before another contraction hit her. She felt her baby shift further down her birth canal. The pain in her abdomen was unbearable as the pressure continues to keep growing. She held her breath and tried not to scream, even with the pressure she was dealing with.
"She's giving birth!" someone yelled out from the beach. Hazel saw a tall man walking towards her. She had gotten not even a minute of rest when another contraction hit her. This one was different. On top of her pain in both her abdomen and the pressure-which were both worse than the previous ones- she felt her pussy lips part rapidly. She was about to crown. She clenched her teeth and grabbed her stomach. She got the urge to push-a big one. She tried to tolerate it but the pain kept growing. She quickly bore down and screamed louder than she had ever heard anyone scream.
The man came close to her and sat down. "Hey, just breathe for me, okay? I'll help deliver your baby" She could not believe him. How could a random man know how to safely deliver her abnormally large baby? "Just pull down your bikini, you're about to start crowning". She wanted to argue, but she simply had no strength. She obliged and took off her bikini's lower half.
Another contraction came through her, and she could take it no more, she bore down with all the strength she had. She felt her pussy stretch, more, more, until it felt like it would rip open if she continued to push. "I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE, ITS TOO BIG". "I know, but right now you need to push." "IT BURNS SO MUCH, IM GONNA TEAR, ITS SO BIG" "You. Need. To. Push. Otherwise the baby will go back inside. Terrified at the thought, she agreed and continued to push. Her pussy was stretched so wide that someone could fit their whole adult leg in it. She felt searing white hot pain, but she felt all of it. The next contraction was even worse, when she pushed, her pussy had reached its limit, it was about to tear. "I see it! Push!" he said. Hazel nonetheless kept pushing. Her whole body was shaking. "GET IT OUTTTT AAAHHHHHHH!!" she screamed. When she realized that she couldn't stretch anymore, she felt the head pop out with a gush of amniotic fluid. The man pulled out her baby and held it out to her. "It's a girl" he said.
The discomfort didn't stop though. Hazel continued to moan, louder each time. She began to whimper. She shifted uncomfortably in the sand. "ooohh" she said in a shaky moan. "what happened, my dear?" "I have twins" Hazel said with a pang of pain. "ooOOHH" Her voice grew as she felt a small contraction rip through her. "Please, i cant do this again, help, please, stop this" she cried and begged him, knowing that there was nothing he could do. She painfully realized that this was going to be the larger and heavier baby. She moaned even louder, her voice and body still shaking. "We can get you to the hospital, and don't worry, this one will be easier." Hazel nodded and tried to get up. He tried to help her up, as she moaned even louder, her moan almost being a scream.
Before he could even get her to take a step, she screamed out and doubled down. "NO! NOT NOW! NOT AGAIN!" she yelled out. "its okay, dear, relax". She didn't listen to him. She bore down with all her strength. "FUCK, ITS COMING, ITS COMING!! ITS WAY. TOO. BIGGGG!!" Her screams grew. He realized that this one would require more help. Without thinking, he laid her down on her sand, and pushed on her stomach. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ILL TEAR," He put more pressure. "STOP. ITS COMING FASTER!" She bore down again, screaming and begging him to stop. "I'm sorry, if i don't do this the baby will definitely slip back in. Now you don't want to birth this baby twice, do you?" he told her. She shook her head. She was crowning again. "See, this time its easier" "IT BURNS SO MUCH. SO MUCH PRESSURE" He still had no choice but to continue pushing on her stomach, this time with much more pressure, almost as if he was working a machinery, not tending to her pain. He couldn't though, as it was necessary to apply as much pressure as possible to prevent
Hazel continued to push, and she felt her pussy being stretched to the max. She knew she had to stop and let herself stretch. The man, however, didn't notice and put even more pressure, so much so that her stomach wasn't even round anymore. "STOP. IM TEARINGG!" she screamed, but it was too late. She felt her pussy rip apart, as if the pressure on her abdomen was not already enough. She felt the head pop out, giving a rest to her bulging pussy. The man noticed it and quickly pulled the baby out. She amniotic fluid rushed out as she finally felt relief. The man handed her her second baby. Hazel lovingly held them both.
"My name is Axel, by the way"
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