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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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Birth on the couch
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Tags: transmasc birth, waterbreaking, labor, unassisted birth, T4T couple
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The weather outside was terrible. A heavy rainstorm made it almost impossible to drive anywhere. She doesn’t complain, in fact she fucking loves it when she gets to spend a whole day at home with her heavily pregnant boyfriend.
The 22 year-couple was cuddling quietly with a blanket over them on their living room couch. He could feel contractions coming on when he was cuddling quietly with his girlfriend. He’d been overdue for a couple days now, and had been having contractions for that time. Right now, those contractions were coming in closer to each other now, around maybe 10 minutes apart. He wanted to tell her, but the way she had her arms around him warmly in the calm silence of the room while it was raining hard outside, he didn’t want to have to interrupt this moment of peaceful intimacy.
The laboring man groaned under his breath in response to the cramping pains. The woman opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend.
“Hey, you okay?” She asked.
“Yeah…just a cramp.” He said. He kept his breathing soft and slow through the contractions passing over him and shifted his hips to ease some of the pressure accumulating. While he was focusing on his breathing, he could still sort of hear the thunder rumbling outside in the distance. He looked back at his girlfriend, whose arms were still around him, eyes closed and resting her head against his own. In his mind, he was hoping these were false contractions that would pass shortly.
His thoughts were proven wrong, and suddenly interrupted by a strong contraction. He felt pressure intensify in his pelvis, followed by a gush of fluid soaking his pants. Shit, his water was breaking.The intense pain caused him to let out a louder groan which alerted his partner. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to turn to him, whose eyes were shut from the pain.
“Babe? Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked, concerned.
He groaned out, leaning his head further into his girlfriend’s shoulder. He pulled the blanket off of himself to reveal his big belly, as well as the the soaked stain which formed on the couch cushion underneath his pants.
Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re in labor?” She gasped.
“I’m sorry…I thought it was just contractions, then…” He shook his head. He felt another contraction, the pressure becoming very immense in his pelvis, and he shut his eyes and grabbed his belly in response. “Oh god, it’s coming…!”
“Hey, hey,” She cupped her partner’s cheek. “I’m here. Tell me what you need.”
“I need you.” He whispered through a huff of pain. He gripped at her forearm desperately. “Please don’t leave me.”
“I��m here, baby. I got you.” She assured him, hugging her laboring boyfriend closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”
They pressed their foreheads to each other’s and breathed together. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s shoulders. He leaned his back against the couch pillows, pulling her with him and letting her lean over his body. He quickly stripped himself of his soaked pants and returned to sinking himself into his partner’s embrace. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as he could feel another contraction coming on. She kept a hand at the side of his belly under his shirt, gently rubbing massaging circles against the taut skin of his bump.
“You're doing incredible, baby.” She sighed, looking lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes.
“It fucking hurts.” He huffed through his gritted teeth.
“I know, I know.” She gently kissed his sweating forehead. “You have me here with you.”
“I love you,” He breathed.
“I love you too.”
They pressed their lips together into a soft kiss. Then a few more kisses before they pulled away slowly to catch their breaths.
“Do you need me to call the midwife?” She asked. Hearing the thunder and heavy rain outside, He shook his head in response.
“I don’t think I can wait for her. Especially with the storm outside it’s not worth the trouble of making her drive here.” He said. From where he was laying, he observed out the glass window it was dark out and pouring hard outside with some lightning flashing. He put a hand on his hardened belly and looked back at his partner. “I’m sorry…I gotta push now.” He shut his eyes briefly and grunted at another contraction. “If it’s not too much for you to do, help me push this baby out. Please.”
She rubbed her partner’s aching belly gently. The couple had been seeing the midwife since they found out they were expecting. They’d been discussing birth options for him, one of them being a home birth either with or without the midwife’s assistance. She couldn’t deny she was nervous at the idea of having her boyfriend give birth at home without a midwife. But she loved him, and she had done enough research during the pregnancy journey to have a good idea of what to do once he got to this stage in labor. Seeing her partner in pain like this, urgent to give birth, she didn’t want to turn down what he was asking of him. He needed him, here and now.
“It’s not too much for me, honey.” She assured him. She grinned and nuzzled her face into his neck. “We’re gonna have a baby.” She whispered and let out a small laugh of excitement.
“We are.” He smiled back. “Thank you. I love you so much.”
“I love you.” She nodded and kissed his sweaty forehead. “So, so much.”
“You think you can get a towel?” He asked. He didn't want to stain the couch more than he already did when his water broke.
“Yeah, and I’ll get some other stuff too. I’ll be quick,” She said and rushed to the laundry room to grab a towel. She grabbed an additional washcloth and a basin which she filled with water. She then went to the windows to close the blinds and curtains completely to help her boyfriend feel safe and less stressed with the crazy storm outside. She quickly returned back to her partner and placed the towel over the cushions where he was resting, then propped up the pillows on the couch so he could rest more comfortably. She returned to holding her laboring partner close as he endured more intense contractions as he was anticipating delivery very soon.
She dipped the washcloth in the water and pressed it to his forehead to cool him.
“Thank you, baby.” He said.
“You need water?” She asked.
“Sure, yeah.”
She grabbed the bottle of water on the coffee table and opened it. She lifted the bottle to his lips, and he took a sip. She lay back down with her partner, smoothing her hand gently over his large, uncomfortable belly, feeling their baby’s movements in his palm. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his bump. “Hi there. Mommy’s here. We can’t wait to meet you.” She whispered to their soon-to-be born baby.
He smiled. He ran his fingers through his girlfriend’s hair as she rested her head on his stomach. He could feel another strong contraction coming on, and he gestured to her to lift his head up and lay right beside him to hold him tighter. She pressed her forehead to his, placing her hand at the side of his head.
He whimpered another cramping pain, desperate and clinging tightly to his partner. His breathing became shallow and quick as the pain of the contraction was still passing over him.
“Breathe,” She spoke softly. She brushed his locks with her fingers. He kept his focus on her eyes gazing softly at him, and he blew out slow breaths accordingly, trying to relax himself.
“Breathe easy. You’re doing so good.” She continued.
“How much longer until I can push?”
She checked his opening, and saw he wasn’t quite ready yet. “You’re almost there, baby, you’re at 8cm.”
He threw his head back into the pillow in agony.
“I know, I know.” She said, rubbing her labored partner’s belly with her palm again. “You’re so close.”
“I know…” His eyes grew tired. “I just want my baby.”
She nodded. “I want to meet ‘em too.”
Once her boyfriend was fully dilated at 10cm, she had him spread his legs on the couch and pull them up to his sides. Finally, he thought. She crouched in front of him on the couch.
“You ready?” She asked.
“Yeah, I need this baby out of me,” He breathed. He smoothed his hand over his belly, then he looked back up at her. “But…are you ready?”
Her heart was pumping fast. She wanted to do this right, to make sure he and the baby would be okay. “I just don’t want to screw this up.”
“You won’t.” He assured him. “I trust you.”
She nodded and held out his hand for him to grab onto. “Okay, when you have another contraction, start pushing.” She instructed.
He groaned out as he pushed. It was a slow, hard first push. He gripped at the sheets with the hand that wasn’t holding her’s, and let out a gasping cry as he released from the force he exerted. “That was good, honey. Keep going.” She said. His contractions were very close to each other now. He couldn’t hold back from pushing almost nonstop through the tightening cramps. She wiped her struggling partner’s forehead with the soaked washcloth.
“Can you see anything yet?” He panted.
“I see a head, and some hair.”
“Okay, okay.” He breathed. He had another contraction, which signaled him to push again. He breathed his baby towards his birth canal, he could feel his thighs strain as he pushed through the intense pressure accumulating. She encouraged him as she held one hand out under where the baby’s entire head was leaving his body. Meanwhile, her other hand held her boyfriend’s hand in a tight grip.
He started sobbing softly as he came down from the last hard push. He was so tired, sore, and drenched in sweat. He looked down and saw that there wasn’t a whole lot of progress made after minutes since he’d managed to push the head out, which made him more upset and succumb more to the agonizing pain. “I can’t do this, I can’t…” He shook his head. God, he sounded so desperate it was pitiful, he couldn’t help but wince at himself.
She sighed with worry. She cupped her laboring boyfriend’s cheek and wiped his tears with her thumb. “Do you need to change positions?”
“I don’t know…I’m so tired…” He panted.
“You can rest for a bit. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” She rubbed his arm. “You’re in control here.”
He didn’t speak, he spent a brief moment catching his breath and contemplating what he'd like to do next for this part of the delivery. “I can…get up and squat.” He said.
“I’ll help you up then.” She pulled his hand, guiding his body upwards to a squatting position. He slumped his body against her chest due to the baby weighing his pelvis down in this new upright position.
“Ohhh that hurt…” He whimpered, holding his hand under his gravid belly. “God, this baby’s heavy.”
“Hold onto me.” She continued and gestured for him to wrap his arms around her. She held his hands at his heaving belly for support. “Push when you have another contraction. Breathe through it.”
He breathed and pushed through each contraction. He angled his hips when he needed to make sure the baby would slide out more smoothly. He continued to groan loudly through each exertion of force. She watched him intently and held him close to her body. She did what she could to relax and comfort him by kissing him and whispering to him sweet words of praise and encouragement. With struggle, he finally managed to push the baby’s shoulders out.
“Oh god, hooooohhhhhh fuck…” He blew out a few huffs of breath in a state of overwhelm. He buried his head into his girlfriend’s chest and hugged her tighter, trying to stabilize himself on his squatted, trembling legs.
“Easy, easy.” She said, rubbing his back. “You pushed the shoulders. That was so good, you’re doing so good.” She encouraged him. “You’re so, so amazing.”
He laughed through a heavy, tired breath. “How are you so good at this?” he asked.
“I try. Anything for you.” She chuckled.
He looked down underneath himself to see his progress. The baby was out almost halfway. The man was so exhausted and sweaty, god, he felt so gross. In these next few moments of hard pushing, he let himself cry louder, even as much as to bite at the fabric of his girlfriend's shirt.
“Push, you’re almost there.” She said. She had an arm around her partner tight, while another held his hand out underneath him where the baby had exited halfway.
“Get it out…FUCK!!” He exclaimed.
“I got you,” She assured him. “I love you so much, baby. Keep going, you can do this.”
With that, he pressed his hands to his thighs, yelling out as he gave a hard push into her hand, which was gently holding the baby’s head. The baby was almost free from his body.
“That’s it…keep pushing…you’re almost there…” She exclaimed. “PUSH!!”
He cried out for her and gripped at the back of her shirt through this last, final hard push until he felt the baby completely freed from his body followed by a gush of fluid. His shut eyes opened to see the squirming, wailing newborn held in her hands.
“You did it, honey,” She gasped. “Our baby's here.”
Their baby was born perfectly healthy. The sight made her father sob uncontrollably.
“There you are,” He sighed. His girlfriend placed the baby into his arms to hold close to his chest. “Thank you…” He laughed through tears of joy, relief, and gratitude for his partner. He looked back up at her, and saw tears welling up in her eyes.
With her arm, she brought her boyfriend very close to her, with their new baby held between their chests. The woman pressed a soft kiss to her man’s forehead. “Thank you,” She smiled back.
#birth fiction#birth kink#giving birth#labor#labor kink#in labor#tmpreg#tpreg#mpreg#mpreg kink#mpregnancy
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Imagine you’re crowning and you just keep crying and whining, saying things like “I can’t do this”, “It’s not coming out”, “It’s too big”, “I’m gonna die” and then, to shut you up, a hot dommy mommy presses your face into her tits so you’re forced to stop complaining and just start pushing.
Obsessed with this rn.
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Can you do a story where a heavily pregnant woman with twins experiencing an orgasmic birth with a lot of squirting going on. Her husband finds it hot and begin to jerk off to her silently and cumming in his pants 🥵
I can try, hopefully it meets your expectations.
Ecstacy Waves
Tw: 18+ only, no minors allowed here.
It was an early morning, cozy and silent with husband and wife slept together in their bed meanwhile Joanne is rudely awoken by pain, she began to moan quietly and began to rub then slowly reach to under her panties.
Her mind ran to pleasure, she rubbed into it pushing in two fingers and softly thrusts up through her canal as she gently caresses in, massaging up while she gasps softly.
Rushing in waves of sensation and pleasure, slowly massaging her tightening womb with each tightening contraction ever making her more ingested in the senses, she moan soft.
Slowly excreting in fluid and semen, all for a taste of her bodily sensitivity and to hasten herself into an ecstatic state, the pressures wavered and rose as her chest expands with each deep gasp of air and each release.
As the moment goes on, her fingers pushing deeper and harder with her reaching a peak pure of ecstacy, an enourmous splash spilled between her thighs with viscous warmth.
Once the baby drops, she taps her husband "Honey, I t- oouhh Yep my waters broken" as then his lifts his head and immediately walks over to the mat and grabs the neccesities.
Supporting up her back, she stands up and waddles her way out into the living room as signals of ecstacy rush to her canal, a tight pressure makes her sensitive body tremble.
As she leans her back onto a wall her breath slow and lustful, massaging her round bump trying to hasten the babies to her will and to pleasure herself as the pierce through her.
She arches her back, her chin onto her chest while moaning as she spreads her legs with lowering rushes of weight closing in, a deep intimate pulse of intense lust washed in.
Lowering her grasp on her belly, she waddles onward to the middle of the room as he walks into the room and lays down a mat onto the floor as she lies into a laid down position.
Slanted and her arms behind her back, she sways her hair as she spreads her legs and begins to groan with harmonius pleasure a contraction wrapped around her and a low grunting slipped her lips.
Her babies we're huge and she was too, a hanging belly and swollen leaking breasts although she enjoyed the sensitivity it had brought for her body, so she savored it.
As she grunted in pleasure, her husband checked her dilation and immediately an abnormal wet hairy bulge expanded her.
He stepped back and watched, she let an enormous moan out and bore down hard, watching in full consumed intimacy a hit instictually made him hard, he reached in.
Holding his shaft as she pushed down in pleasure, exclaming "Oh~ I f- Aahh!~ Ouh" rubbing it down and breathing rough.
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Fifteen or so minutes later, she's crowing pulsating and spilling in fluids with rising pleasured moans, "Ooouuhhh~ Hhhaaa- Glooriousss! It's sooo gooooddd!" As the husband begins roughing up himself.
The head spills out, she bursts in fluids & creamy semen which puddled inbetween, roughing up his shaft & breaths rapid fully intoxicated with conflicting feelings.
As the baby twists and stretches it's head, huffing out in pain and moaning in glorious ecstacy, her head pulled back whilst both shoulders slowly stretch through.
"Auhhh!~ Mnnffhh~ Auuhh it's too much!" pleasure rushed but began to tire her out, shoulder after shoulder and as the chest bursted out and the baby slid out of her.
Exshausted she had a rest, the hormones remained but she couldn't gasp in air nor properly breath, so laid onto her back and pressed both hands into her belly.
Began to squeeze down the baby, the man quietly jerked and moaned as he released creamy fluids all over his crotch, she began moaning again but with struggle.
"Ou- Ahh~ Ha- aahhh! Oh, it's soo BIG!" the second baby was slowly traversing through, whilst he finally noticed her struggling.
He helped out with one hand, carefully he placed it onto her belly and shifted his full strength and weight onto her belly, she had begun to jerk and groan "OoohhHhhh!~ it's BARELY fitting! Uooohhh!" .
She began spewing fluids and semen, the crowning began to process and moved on quickly to a huge spurt of the head, then a panicked wife blabbered "Ow! Somethi- Ah! Hoo- Uwooohhhh~ wrong!".
He jerked and spewed his seed, then slowly sneaking over and saw the shoulder would barely budge, so he helped with one hand, a gentle tug of the head and the arms flew out.
"AAAAAAHHHH!~ Oh, it's bu- ouuhhh~ but I- feel so GLORIOUS! Ouuaaaaahhhhh!~" as the abdomen slipped out and the baby shot onto the father's lap, as the wife exshautedly was trembling and wriggling as the pain came in.
"OUH! SHIT IT'S BURNING, A- CALL THE AMBULANCE OH, F- AAAHHHHHHH!!" a panicked husband grabs his phone, calling whilst he hoped for her safety.
"911 what's your emergency?" he responds "Yeah, my wife just finished a hombirth but somethings wrong, apparently she's feeling burning pain after the labor, please Hurry!"
"Is she bleeding sir?" He turns to see blood pooling from her "Yes! She is! JUST HURRY!"
"Alright sir? Adress and they'll be there in time" responding fast "xx-xxx-xxx xxxx- xxx xxxxx, Please hurry!" as the caller says "They'll be in under 8 minutes! Hold on!".
The ambulance comes and saves the day.
(I'm not that dark, not yet anyways & sorry for being late things have been very busy! Thanks for your patience and thank you so much!)
#birth kink#painful birth#labor#labor kink#pregnant#pregnant kink#pregnancy#pregnancy kink#orgaamsic birth#orgasmic birrh#birth fic#labor and delivery#painful#pop#pushing#home birth#birth#giving birth#birth fiction#birth story#orgasmic birth
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Sloppy concept doodles... I thought of this and had to doodle it out a little bit maybe I might make a full fledged comic one day but for now take these doodles. Basically flower runs a fashion boutique and I thought of an idea where one day while Flower's working and greeting customers her water breaks and she starts going into labor behind the counter, trying to have at least a little bit of privacy at the most inconvenient time... It's way too late to go to the hospital cause this baby wants to come out now. Fortunately lollipop is usually there helping her out around the shop so she's there to see her children be born and be there to support flower.
#preggo kink#pregnant art#preg art#preg k!nk#preggie#preggophilia#pregnancy#pregnancy au#pregnant kink#giving birth#labor kink#birth kink#birth fiction#fpreg art#fpreg#tag someone whos always waking up pregnant
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Cultist volunteers her womb to summon a demon into the world. The other members worship her and serve her every need during the 666 day gestation. It starts out already huge enough to leave her digustingly swollen and bedridden, but it ends up being over twice as big as her by the time she can finally unseal her womb and birth it. After days of struggling and pushing she's only managed to deliver its clawed hands. Even the stretching magic used on her body just isn't powerful enough. The summoners have no choice but to tie the demon's hands with rope, shackle her wrists, and pull in opposite directions until her horribly overstretched cunt finally manages to squeeze the hulking demon out.
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You swallow over your knuckles in your mouth, hissing with each breath. Your boyfriend holds you, shaking your shoulder with concern. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
“I-If I got hurt, it’d be ok because I can take it.” You give a shaky thumbs up, before pain grips you again with a groan. He holds onto you tight.
“Do I look like I know what to do?? What if you get hurt?”
You lean your head against his chest, whining. “I’d rather you be here.” He looks down with worry, gripping you tighter. Another cramp seizes you as your back arches. He slips your hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
In order to get close to the monster, to even hit him, you needed to get close. And as you did, with its appendages sliding over you forcefully you knew what it wanted. A thick one pushed back into your throat, pulsing gently as more moved across your hips and ass, trying to find its entrance. You just needed to get close enough, you had one shot to hit this thing. Dragging closer, Your clothes are peeled off your body. One the size of your fist ruts hard against your ass, pressing insistently. Something’s pumped down your throat. It makes your vision blur, the things rubbing harshly over your legs feeling vaguely pleasurable now. You feel like it’s trying to break your jaw as it forces deeper, the one at the back painfully breaching your ass. With a gagged cry it plunges deep, rubbing against your insides slickly. It rummages deeper, going farther than you thought possible. Thank fuck it wasn’t anyone else, this might not be survivable. Bright pain fills your stomach, and the thing grinds into you, thrumming and pushing. Your cock is limp against your leg, and something light and thin takes it, stroking over it. The contrasting pain and pleasure makes your vision almost white out, your dick getting hard against your wishes. You ball your hands into shaky fists, and the things stop for a second, observing you. You’re not close enough to do anything, you can’t move yet. You sob as the one deep inside you thrusts again, the pain sparking. The smaller one rubs lazy circles around your tip, feeling almost uncomfortable. It rubs over your slit, and your eyes flick down as more come in from the sides to restrain you. The tip slowly dips inside of you, and your hips and arms immediately move, rejecting it. The monster stills you, pressing deeper with a horrible stretching pain. You’ve had things in your ass, but never here. The pain is unfamiliar and your body screams in rejection as it slides so deep you feel like it must have met the other inside you. Sharp pain bites inside you again, and it starts to thrust, slowly. You cry out, trying to bite on the unyielding rubbery object in your mouth. Your stomach feels like it flips as the one in your ass moves impossibly deeper, snaking its way through. A thick warm huge lump the size of a watermelon rests at your ass, as you really start to freak out. You clench, trying to keep it at bay as it’s forced into you painfully, screaming. Your legs are spread, and it feels heavy and unyielding as it horribly spreads you, popping inside. It works its way deeper, an uncomfortable lump resting inside you, visible from your once flat stomach. As another meets your ass, a worse pain comes as something tries to come into your cock. You try moving your hips away desperately again, gagging as it presses hard into you. You feel it inch into your head, then through your shaft as another presses at the tip again. You hope this ends soon.
He gently rubs your back. “You’re so stupid. We could have done something, anything but this.” You take heavy breaths against him, shaking, the new pain too much to say anything. You’ve been filled, way too much than what should be possible, and your body’s trying to push everything out in rejection, even though it’s settled and grown inside of you. Another pain blooms up your back as your legs shake, hugging your boyfriend. “It needs to come out, honey.” You shake your head. Nobody should have to see this, he was supposed to deal with it alone. The objects in you feel like gravel against your insides. You’ve been alone for hours, your body can keep it in for just a few more until you’re alone. Another horrible pain hits you, you feel something shift painfully.
“n-no…” The monster was killed, your goal accomplished and nobody else hurt. He looks at you with a deep worry, propping you up against his chest.
“You need to, you’re in pain.” You know it’s going to hurt worse coming out than it did going in, the objects have only grown. He gently lifts up your legs despite your protests, and you feel something huge almost brush against your spine. You choke out a sob, and he squeezes your hand, kissing your forehead. “C’mon, please.” You bite your lip, another hard cramp hitting you as one of the objects shifts lower.
“I can’t... J-just let me wait until we get home-“ Another groan as a new pain hits, the object settling heavy against his hips. It rests uncomfortably against the bone, and your boyfriend gently presses into your ass with his fingers, opening you up gently. Pain radiates up your back. You hold onto him as you groan, his fingers meeting the smooth surface of the object. It’s an egg, hard and unyielding. You grip onto his arm as your body forces it lower against your will, your hips aching. It gets caught there, refusing to move lower for now. He can see the egg’s shell as you shake against him. He rubs your stomach.
“Push, honey. I can’t see you like this…” Another pain rolls through as your body forces you to bear down, as you hold your breath. The egg painfully comes to a crown, getting caught and scraping against bone.
“I-I want it b-back in… I can’t do this…” He kisses over your forehead as you breathe through your teeth.
“Keep going, honey.” He rubs against your lower stomach as another horrible pain hits, and you can do nothing but sob as the egg refuses to move.
“ Please…” Another sharp pain, and you push, your hips spreading impossibly far only for it to shift down a small centimeter. His hands press uncomfortably on your stomach, and he finds the fat end of the stuck egg. He gently pushes as you scream immediately, clenching hard. “n-no.. stop please…” He looks down at you pitifully.
“It needs to come out, I can’t watch you be in pain like that.” He squeezes your hand, pushing again. Your back arches as you try and hold it in, the egg grinding against your hips as your body and his hand work against you. With a sharp crack, pain fills your body.
“FUCK! S-STOP!” He jolts his hand away. Your fractured hips rub together painfully as your body continues to contract, the egg now pressing at your hole. A sharp, new pain hits. Your cock stirs impossibly, you should be in too much pain to be getting hard. Your boyfriend looks down at you as your eyes are glued shut, as something shifts in you. You cry out again, the egg causing your ass to wink as you feel pain like you’re about to split open. The fiery hot pain comes to rest as an egg sized lump against your crotch, behind your cock. You cry out, holding onto him as the urge to push rolls through you. “Something’s happening-!”
He holds you, unsure, as more pain and pressure builds at your crotch. “…Calm down, ok?” You groan, arching your back as it feels like the pain is squeezing through into the base of your cock, the round orb being visible.
“…oh god” He swallows thickly as you openly cry, your cock throbbing thickly against your stomach, refusing to let anything move further. Your hand moves down to your cock, and you desperately try to squeeze the egg back into you, the pain too much to deal with. It proves resistant, the second you inch it lower is accompanied by blinding pain. “stop doing that. You need to keep pushing.” You whine. Your body does it for you, another egg seeming to weave through you painfully, pushing the other into your cock.
“n-no!! stop it!” The egg is fully in, a bulge very visible as your cock stretches around it. A painful urge at your back tells you to push, your body insistent that both eggs leave. A weak push at your ass and immediately the one in your cock decides to move, with a scream. It rests painfully at your head. You thrust, crying out as the egg crowns and then keeps slipping back inside. It’s too big but the pain is too much to deal with. Another egg pushes into your cock impatiently as you sob. The urge to push again, harder as you bear down. The egg peeks out with all the effort you can muster, the tapered tip visible before you relax and it slips back inside with a cry. Another pain coming up from your stomach, another egg. There are three in your cock now, it’s incredibly painful and the first one is blocking their exit, the pressure building impossibly. Your head is stretched to the maximum, the soft yellow of the egg showing, but it refuses to stretch further, blocking its only exit. Another egg. It feels like you’re about to scream again as the fourth pushes in, there’s no room in your cock for four eggs. You see more of the egg slip through, but your head still refuses to stretch. You push, the egg slowly making its way through. “It’s n-not gonna fit!!” You say with a sob, pushing as hard as you can. With a sharp pain, an egg slips past another inside you, and you cry out, not stopping your pushing in desperation. The pressure is unbearable as more and more eggs line up behind it. You cry, pushing and pushing with little progress. Then another horrible urge hits you, the urge to cum. You jerk yourself off quickly, crying as you touch your cock, the bulges in it palpable. Your boyfriend watches you with concern, his hand slowly going to replace yours, jerking you off for you. He gently pumps you, and for a moment the pressure worsens painfully. You whine as he keeps pumping you, and with two more strokes you cum, the egg popping out while cum dribbles out of you. He kisses you, rubbing over your stomach as eggs slowly push out of you with the cum. The one at your ass sits there hard and heavy, your body clenching and pushing around it impatiently. He finds the end of it again, gently pushing. It makes a small crown, but can’t go any further without you pushing. It inches out, and something in him pops as he loses concentration. Something in his stomach moves and heaves.
“You need to. leave.” You say with a whine, the egg blocking the creature's exit.
“I’m not leaving you, honey.” You wail as it descends, resting at his aching hips.
“I need to push, please. Please I don’t want you hurt.” It presses hard against his hips, and he cries. “STOP!” The egg rests impatiently inside him, as this big creature places tons of pressure right on his hips. “It’s coming, please go. Oh my god please.” You clench around it, trying to slow it as it painfully pushes the egg out. It stretches, slowly coming to its widest point before sinking back inside. You cry out, bucking your hips. The egg’s really starting to become painful.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“n-no.. it’s coming please…” He kisses over you as the egg pushes out again, this time slowly popping out with a slick noise. He sees that the egg’s huge, and something even bigger is currently exiting. You get the urge to spread your legs as it barrels down lower, pushing as it quickly spreads you fully. It’s far too big to exit like this, and you cry as it continues to push even when you stop. A slick tendril pops out of you, pulling its way out as you cry, something tearing painfully before the mass slides out of you. He kicks it away.
“You did it honey. You’re so great, thank you.” He kisses you, holding you as you cry. “I love you so much.”
hey! Idk why the formatting is so weird but thank you :)
#birth kink#giving birth#mpreg birth#penis birth#mpreg#monster pregnancy#birth fic#birth fiction#labor fic#labor kink#preg kink#difficult birth#birth denial
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Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Pregnant! Fem Reader
Words: 2.9K+
Fandom: Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse
Cw: 18+ ONLY!!! Pregnancy/labor/birth material, waterbreaking, unassisted birth, explicit birth, orgasmic birth
A/N: I started this fic in early September 2023 during my Miguel O’Hara fixation. I had it in my Google docs as a draft, I went back and revised/added to it so it can be put here.
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It was when you felt the cramping pains of the first contraction that you couldn’t deny it anymore…you knew you had to give birth soon.
You started experiencing feelings of nausea in the afternoon while Miguel, your husband, and the baby’s father, was out. That nausea was followed by aching pains felt in your lower back which then traveled to your pelvis. In the meantime, you’d finished the chores and tasks needing to be done in the apartment - anything that could distract you from the progressing labor.
But now that everything is finished for the day, you can’t help but focus on the pain that came with the moments leading up to your baby’s birth. Miguel wasn’t going to be home until the evening.
You walk around the living room, riding out those incoming contractions. Another intense contraction hit, around 15 minutes from the last one, followed by an immense pressure in your belly. God, this was not comfortable at all. In fact, you hadn’t exactly recalled what “comfortable” felt like for some time now. Particularly during the third trimester of your pregnancy, something would always ache or swell. It was hard to breath and find a comfortable position to sit or lie down. But now what was to come in this part of your pregnancy journey was going to be very much agonizing.
“Just a little longer, okay?” You speak softly to your baby who is kicking you hard. “Daddy’s not home yet.”
6:00pm arrived. Miguel still wasn’t home. You’re still in the living room, you’ve moved yourself to laying on your back on the couch, groaning and breathing, panting out through each contraction. You switch positions constantly, from laying on your back to your sides, or turning around and sprawling out with your front leaning over the cushions, anything to get somewhat comfortable. You rub your belly, trying to apply any sort of massaging pressure to your physical aches.
Ever since you found out you were expecting, Miguel had been very attentive and caring towards you and your soon-to-be born baby. He’s been amazing during this whole pregnancy journey. Just the thought of Miguel being here with you, holding you and caring for you through the moments through your agonizing labor has you excited but also anxious about him being able to make it in time before your labor progresses much further.
You take a deep breath and try to relax. You decide you’re gonna get through this, just need to wait a little longer.
A few agonizing moments later, you hear the doorknob click in the distant hallway. You struggle to sit up from your position, anticipating Miguel entering through the door. You get yourself up off of the couch to move behind it, leaning forward and pressing your hands on the back of the couch. A sense of relief washes over you as you see that it’s him walking through the door.
Miguel shuts the front door behind him and gets himself settled into the house as he walks towards the living room. He sees you leaning behind the couch, hunched over.
“Querida, what are you–” Miguel finds himself cut off as you rush to embrace him. He hugs you back, and just the feeling of him returning your touch sends you over the edge. You lean into him to press your lips against his.
“Miguel, you’re here.” You breathe, leaning into him for a kiss for some moment of time before you pull away to let out a low groan as the pressure in your belly accumulates in your pelvis. The sounds of pain you emit from your lips alerts him, and he turns to look at you with worry.
“What’s wrong? Everything alright, sweetheart?” He asks, his concern present in his voice. He brushes your cheek with his hand, cupping it with his palm.
You shut your eyes and shake your head. “The baby’s coming.”
His eyes widen. “What? Did your water break?”
“No, but I’ve been having contractions since this afternoon. They’re like…12 minutes or so apart now?” Your breath is becoming more labored as you talk.
Miguel holds his hands to the sides of your heaving belly, he looks down at your very large bump where yours and his baby was, so eager to be born. Miguel smiles before looking back up at you. “Why didn’t you call me earlier?”
“I’m sorry, I just thought I could hold it out until you came home. If you were gonna be out for much longer I would’ve definitely tried to reach you.”
“Well, I’m here now, so we’ll just get you to the room.”
“Okay, let’s just – hhhrrrrggghhhh!! ” Your words are cut off by your own groan of pain as another feeling of immense pressure rips through your pelvis. You grab onto Miguel’s arms in response, trying to hold yourself together in all the intense pain you were feeling all of a sudden. Just then you feel a pop inside of you, and a gush of fluid pours out onto the floor right beneath you.
Miguel looks down at the puddle under your feet, then back up at you, his hands at your sides to make sure you don’t fall.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” You plead.
“No no, it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. Can you walk?” He asks.
“Mhm, yeah.” You nod.
He keeps his hands holding you close as you walk to the bedroom, then into the adjacent connected bathroom. You’ve stripped yourself of your soaked shorts, and you’re only in your underwear and one of Miguel’s large t-shirts he let you wear whenever you wanted.
He has you both standing in the front of the bathroom mirror, laying your back against the front of his body. Miguel took his work clothes off too and now was just in his briefs and a base-layer t-shirt. He’s big and strong and muscular…just drop-dead sexy; just the sight of him actually manages to distract you from your labor pains which makes them somewhat more bearable.
More loud groans leave your lips during the contractions. Slow, deep breaths, you remind yourself. Miguel keeps his hands holding underneath the swell of your belly, pressing his hands slightly upward against the gravity that was pulling down on your body.
“That’s it, baby, breathe just like that.” He tells you.
“Mmmhmmm…” You respond, you just lean your head back against his shoulder and huff out a slow breath.
“You’re doing so good, querida…you’re so, so beautiful…” He whispers with a smile, kissing your head through your hair.
“Tell that to yourself, handsome.” You smirk. He chuckles in response.
“Let me know what you need.” He said.
You needed this, needed him to hold you like this. “Can I get into the tub?”
“Of course.”
Miguel fills the tub with warm water, you strip yourself of your underwear and shirt. You step inside the tub and sink yourself in. The water alleviates some of the gravitational pressure off of your belly, its warmth provides some relief to your aches.
He kneels on the floor outside of the bathtub, squeezing your hand while holding your head with his other hand.
You have another contraction 8 minutes from the last one, you tuck your chin to your chest and groan out. Your groaning melts into soft whimpers. Miguel leans in closer to you from outside of the tub, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Ohhhhhh…Miguel…!” You whine as the strong contraction passes over you. “Hooohhhhhh…”
“Breathe,” He speaks softly. “I got you.”
You slow your breathing down. Breathe in, breathe out, you remind yourself, though you can’t help but continue to let out groans of pain. Miguel whispers in your ear words of sweet encouragement. You can do this, you have Miguel with you.
You stay in the bathtub, waiting out more contractions until the water becomes lukewarm. You drain the tub, and Miguel helps you get out and dry you down with a towel. Another contraction comes in at 6 minutes, and you let out a breathy moan of pain. Miguel holds you close, shushing you gently and assuring you’re going to be okay.
You both walk over to the bed you share. You lay your towel on the mattress and get yourself sitting on top of it while Miguel props up the pillows for you. You lean your sore back against the pillows, trying to get yourself into a position that feels at least decently comfortable. God, you needed this, just to rest for a moment before giving birth. Miguel climbs into bed and lays next to you, holding you close in his strong arms.
“Is the room warm enough for you?” He asks.
“Mhm, yes.” You nod.
“Do you need water?”
“I could use a drink, sure.”
Miguel takes the plastic bottle of water on the nightstand, opening it and raising the bottle to your lips for you to take slow sips. He puts the bottle away to focus his attention on you.
Another intense contraction hits you, causing you to whimper softly in desperation and hold your hand to your bump. Your breathing becomes labored again as the contraction passes. You grip on the back of Miguel’s t-shirt in desperation, and tears stream in your eyes. “Oh god, it hurts…I need to push…”
Miguel reaches his hand out where your hand is placed, rubbing gentle circles at the taut skin of your swollen and aching belly. He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I know. But you’re not there yet.”
You groan in agony and melt into a sob. “I’m done…I’m so done with this…”
Miguel reached his hand to your tear-soaked cheek, cupping it wiping your tears with his thumb before stroking the side of your hair.
“You’re almost there, cariño.” He says, voice gentle, sorrowful for the state he put you in, and excited at the same time for what was to come. “You have me here with you. Just keep breathing, I got you.”
You manage an exhausted smile. “I love you, Mig.” You breathe.
“I love you too.” He smiled. “Let me take care of you.” He plants another soft kiss on your forehead. He puts his hand back onto your belly, leaning over to kiss it. Miguel’s lips are soft and warm against the taut skin of your bump.
You run your fingers through his dark locks. When he moves himself up closer to your face, you shift your hands behind his broad shoulders. “Thank you, Miguel, you’re so amazing.” You breathe.
“Anything for you, sweetheart. I love you.”
“I love you.” You crash your lips into his, multiple times. Your kisses become desperate as you can feel your labor progressing further to the point of a strong urge to push.
Through this next part of the labor leading up to the delivery, your mind constantly switches focus between the pain and Miguel’s presence. You cling to him, cry out to him as a searing pain cuts through between your legs.
“Hey, hey, I’m here, baby, tell me what you need.” Miguel says.
You place your hands at the sides of his dark locks. “I need to pushhhh....” You huff through your teeth.
“I’ll check you.” He looks at your crotch and examines your dilation. “You’re ready, we’ll get you pushing here.”
“Okay, good, okay.” You pant.
“Get up and hold onto me.” Miguel reaches his hand to your back and helps you upward. You find yourself struggling to get up when your large belly is in the way. You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around and above Miguel’s neck and shoulders. He places his hands at the sides of your heavy belly. You groan out through another contraction, and Miguel feels the cramping muscle movements in your belly against his palms.
“On the count of three,” Miguel instructs. “One…two…three…push…”
With that you push your first push, groaning out through the force you exert. Fuck, it’s happening, you’re giving birth. You spread your legs further apart on the mattress. Your contractions are coming in very close to each other now. You keep your arms wrapped around Miguel and continue to push through the cramping pains.
“That’s it. Push just like that, sweetheart.” He tells you.
“Can you see anything?” You wince.
“You’re bulging, I don’t see any hair yet.”
A bit frustrated, you grunt loudly through another push. You gasp for breath, you feel the gravity pulling down on you from your belly, and your breaths become irregular.
“Breathe. Pant out, pant it out.” Miguel instructs.
You pant accordingly. Your breathing is not too rapid, but they are quick and deep. You let out a moan, spreading your shaky legs wider. You hug Miguel tighter as your crotch begins to burn as you’re crowning.
“I can’t do this…I can’t…” You shake your head, sobbing. “Miguel, it burns!”
“I know it’s hard, baby.” Miguel says as he rubs your back. He kisses your cheek a couple times. “See if you can focus on your breathing and let the head move down on its own.”
“Okay…” You agree. You focus on your breathing accordingly, slow deep breaths. The next contraction comes in, and you adjust your hips. You groan out as you push, and you can feel the baby’s head inch further out, but it’s still painful.
“Ooohhhh, it hurts!” You cry out as a searing pain overtakes your strained crotch, and grip onto Miguel’s back in response. You’re sobbing and sweating profusely, struggling to give birth as the baby’s crowning head begins to feel stuck. “Mig, I need you.”
“I'm here. Just tell me what to do, honey.”
“I need you to touch me.”
“Okay,” Miguel nods. You immediately make eye contact with him, his dark brown eyes are soft as they gaze directly at you. He holds his fingers to your crotch. “Look at me, cariño, Let me relax you.”
You nod and lock your eyes on Miguel’s. He begins to rub his rough fingers against your labia, kissing your tear-soaked cheek gently as he stimulates your sensitive pussy.
“Does this feel good?” He asks.
“Yes~” You moan out with each stroke of his fingers, and you feel your opening relax with each touch. You whine out as you cum, the release just completely fogging your mind in a haze of pleasure. As you come back from the fogged state of your mind, you take a deep breath and you push again, this time the baby’s head slides out with more ease.
“Oh god, here it comes…” You huff. “Pushing feels so gooddddd…”
“That's wonderful. You’re doing so well.” Miguel assures as he cups your baby’s head in his palm. “Baby’s coming along. I see some hair.”
“Yes…baby’s coming…” You nod, panting out shaky moans as you continue to push the shoulders out with more force. Your groans become louder, you cling to Miguel tighter as you feel your knees weaken and tremble. Breathe, you tell yourself, as another contraction drives you to push down harder through the tightness in your crotch. The feeling of your baby’s shoulders being pushed freed from your body makes you gasp in overwhelm.
“There you go, that’s my girl.” Miguel encourages you as he nuzzles his face into your neck. The soft kisses he plants on your neck make you shiver and you exhale out a laugh. You’re sore, tired, and drenched in sweat. But Miguel looks so good right now, holding you close in his strong arms and never losing his focus from you, his beautiful, gorgeous, birthing wife.
“Miguel…” You pant.
“I’m here, sweetheart.” Miguel assures you.
“How much longer?”
“You pushed out the shoulders, just push a few more times and the baby will be here.”
“Okay, okay…” You spread your legs further. You take a deep breath as you anticipate another contraction coming along. Breathe and push, like you’ve been doing.
“Baby’s coming along further.” He says. Keep going.”
“Oh god…oh god…!!” You whine desperately.
“Breathe, pant it out,” Miguel says. “I’m still here.”
You nod and pant through this hard push. “Get it out…GET IT OUT!!!” You scream.
“You’re almost there, keep holding onto me.”
This is it, the last stretch before you can welcome your baby into the world. You sob and scream louder as you push harder. Miguel’s hand is cupping the baby’s head as you exert a large push of more force. Miguel’s words of praise and encouragement are so soft in your ear.
“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Miguel tells you as you continue to push down through the contractions. He kisses your tear-soaked cheek again. “You’re doing so beautifully.”
“Oh my god…oh my god…Miguel…” You repeat through heavy breaths. “Miguel, please help me…”
“I’m here, I still got you. Keep pushing, you’re doing so good.” Miguel tells you. His focus is all on you in this last stretch.
You press your hand to your thigh and scream louder through the push. “OOOOOHHHHHH!!!”
“You got it baby…PUSH!!!” He continues to hold and support you. “Keep pushing, just like that!”
“MIGUEL, IT’S COMING!!!” You push and yell and push, until you feel a massive gush of fluid flow out of you. You catch your breath and look down, and see Miguel’s hand holding the squirming baby which has been completely freed from your body. It’s over.
Miguel lifts the crying newborn for you to hold in your arms. “Oh my baby, there you are.” You cup your baby's head close to your chest, and you gasp and sob out of joy and relief. “Miguel, we did it.”
Miguel wraps his other arm around you and brings you and your baby you’re holding closer to him. He smiles with a visible tear of emotion in his eye, and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’m so happy.” He sighs.
#birth fiction#birth kink#giving birth#labor#labor kink#in labor#pushing#pregnancy kink#preg kink#fpreg#pregnant reader
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An idea just popped into my head:
We've all seen the classic "bride/groom going into labor during the wedding" but what if instead it's the officiant that goes into labor (bonus if they were hiding the pregnancy)
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(Requested by: European3)
[A young bank employee is in labor while striking up a long conversation with her boss, she does not believe she is until the situation is far too late for her]
Shadows Arisen
Tw: 18+ Minors DNI, may contain sexual content
Scorching in the brazen heat, the beads of sweat running off her chin as she feels the ache within her bloated womb, her unborn ever eager to have a meeting with their mother face to face, awaiting to be greeted but denied from ignorance.
A mild grunt sounded from her lips, she slants to the side of the chair in ignorance believing herself to not be having any contractions, thinking it was mild pain after she had eaten a considerable amount of very intense spicy noodles.
Her boss enters the bank, she walks towards the very sweaty Charloette behind the screen of her desk being quite politely greeted for her being on shift though she didn't have to do it.
"Mornin' love, you look disheveled today. Apologies for havin' ya enter today's shift and I appreciate it, doll-face~"
"Anything- mggh.. for you, boss. You've been a lovely girl, of course ye have me- euugh- mmffh... Ow!, masterpiece."
She walked away flustered as she sighed in relief, chuckling at herself with a regard to her flirting "That was shit! You two are really gonna be motherless for the time being... euuhh-".
Distressing herself over the reuniting pain, she stood up to sway her hips an attempt to ease the pressure and aching overflowing into her hips and around her bump and sides, underbelly and with the intense cramping on her back.
Then she heard her boss' heels and she rested her chin into her palm trying to impress her while she swayed her hips in circles, easing the head into it's position as it slid inside her cervix trying to squeeze and seizing her in inferno-like pains.
"Hi.... you good? It seems the heats gotten to ya, not good for ye..... I'll assure you. You deserve the double pay in this heat. As you know my baby comin' anyday too so I pity."
She nods & they share an awkward laughter as she is seized in thundrous pains and sores all over her abdomen to thighs.
A rush of fluid had ran down her thigh, dampening her skirt down to her socks and boots as she grabbed her side and a rush of adrenaline made her panic a bit, as she excuses her way out of the situation for just a small moment.
"Oh, soorry but- *Sharp gasp* I need to go for the bathroom I'll be back for this... mmmhh. I swear! Wait for me. Please"
Her boss nods, as she darted off to the bathroom where she enters and shuts the door leaning up against it and held on to her bump tightly with her pains beginning to peak, as she huffed loudly and bore down with her knees trembling.
The fluids oozed as she pushed with the head slowly leading down her canal, once it slides out of her cervix, she huffs in large breaths while she clenches her fist knuckle white as it begins to progress lower and closer without delay.
Her back moved into a deep slant as she groaned into her next contraction, she latched her arm around her belly's underside while bearing down into an akward squat-like position as she feels her lips open with great burn.
Her right hand was gripping into her thigh as she felt the softness of the crown spread her open, she heaves a loud storm as another contraction conquers her and she then took a heavy push, grunting more animalistically.
"mggeeuu- rgghhrrrhhh! No, please! *huffing* PLEASE! Aanngghhh! heuuurrgghhh... uuh uuu.. *sobbing*" Then sharply inhaling she reluctantly darts out of the bathroom.
Scuttling to her desk, she walks in front of her chair and seated down slowly pressing the head backwards leading with a massive burn, sweat runs down her face and more profusely then ever, it was obvious but then bubbled into being overheated and sweating from the heatwave.
Her boss then looked visibly troubled, she felt then the intense pains of a full crown forming after being pulled backwards, the pain makes her sob and softly whimper.
"Hey, uuughh... ooww, call the hospital I can feel the crown forming and- uUuuurrr... it really hUURttsss... euughh"
As her leans into her table, rocking in a see-saw motion as she stands then collapses from the pure exshuastion of holding in the crown for more than normal, her crown then goes from the head to neck in one whole movement.
"Ha- aagghh! I can't hold it! *sobs* but not hEERE! OWH!"
Her boss panics, shuffling as Charloette begins to fully bear down and her thighs wide open and her white blouse begins to show skin, she heaves and bears down as the neck slowly budges further to reveal a small peaking shoulder.
Laid on her fours, her legs splayed out and her palms digging deep into tile as she pressed her chin down and give out a loud scream "Euuaaa- AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!" as the left arm pops out cleanly and she went completely mindless.
Sobbing and beginning to tear, she pushed with as much might she could and the baby plops out of her and slides down, Charloette trembled and scuttled over and lifted a daughter into her arms as she gently kissed the baby.
It's wails grow silent, she crawls and grabs the telephone while her boss grunts heavily and in great sweat while an emergency picks up for them "Hello this is 112?" She says "Me and my boss and in labor and the heat is melding me"
The caller immeadiately asks for adress and sent one down as urgently they could, once they hung up Charloette leans over her desk as another head dangles between her thighs.
The pain was the worst it could get, she heaved heavily too tired to scream and just barely managing to pushing the arm and shoulders, once the abdomen gets out the baby falls out and she catches the twin as she heaves unevenly.
Her boss tries to resist, her crown was too large and painful as she leans farther over the desk and splays open as fluids spill heavily and she takes a huge push and the baby pops out into her pencil skirt, she collapses onto her knees and begins to lose conciousness as emergency barely come in.
They are both carried into the ambulance, the three babies catered as both begin to make a full recovery and become "close friends" being very active in the bedroom, they raise three great children all humble and somehow not pompous.
( Thanks so much for your patience this took a very long while, hope it's how you like it! )
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The Queen’s Delectation Pt. 1
“I love you my Queen..you are my world..my greatest pride..” Jamie whispered, letting his soft, fair-skinned hands rest on his Queen’s expectant form. He sloped alongside her as she rested in her golden throne, one of his palms gently splayed across her opposite thigh, while the other laid in the crack between her heavy bosom and her overdue belly. He couldn’t stop kissing her tanned belly, his lips pressing again and again, truly worshipping his goddess. She looked down with a smile of pride, her fingers lightly curling his otherwise straight, dirty-blonde hair. Ever since she had been ferried over from the southern kingdom, Prince Jamie’s eyes never left her. Immediately marrying, and soon after finding she was expecting. It was all so fast, yet Prince Jamie ensured his Queen would be comfortable and worshipped in her new home. Replacing the traditional statues of the many gods and goddesses with her, expecting the peasants to worship her fecund, beautiful form. Every statue showing her bloated belly, and clad in nothing except her own skin. He had the best sculptors make them, and paid grand amounts to exactly copy her divine body, down to the smallest detail of her thick, curly bush below. Queen Angelica was beyond delighted, but she kept her demeanor calm and queenly, ensuring Jamie saw her as the stoic, divine woman she was. As the pregnancy progressed her duties became limited, and more time was spent in her throne room with her devoted prince fervently worshipping her beside her throne. She had ushered in a new era of nudity, freeing the people from their constraint of clothing. She almost never wore clothes now, and much to her advantage considering how she had swelled with her unborn. Jamie followed, his young erection constantly pulsing, aiming directly toward his beloved Queen. Pressing needily against the golden throne, the soft flesh of his penis frequently coated in precum. He continued to deliver kiss after kiss to her rotund bump, feeling the small kicks of the product of their love below, reciprocating his devotion after each exchange of touch. His eyes lit up, watching how his lovers belly shifted and changed with each movement. Hearing the soft groan of his Queen, her gentle hand descending and rubbing the side of her belly.
“Are you alright my love?” He quietly prodded, his eyes focusing on her face. Seeing her plump lips wince and her forehead scrunch.
“Y..yes my sweet..the..the little one is just moving quite a bit..” she muttered, downplaying the discomfort. Just gently rubbing her bump over and over, hoping to calm her overdue baby. Meanwhile the Prince took a break from his constant rubs, just watching her belly arch and shift as their child moved. His lips quivering as he saw a small foot push out, the entire shape nearly visible. Accompanied by a soft groan from his Queen. He pushed his lips back, kissing the extended limb. Whispering quietly to his unborn progeny. “Shh little one..your beautiful mother loves you so much..I love you so much..try to be calm for us, okay? Just a little longer..we’re so excited to meet you,” He muttered, a wide smile on his lips as he met his Queen’s eyes, seeing she had the same reaction. Slithering a hand up her side to grasp her palm, their fingers interlacing. He loved her so dearly…he would do anything for her. He brought her hand to his lips, giving it a gentle kiss.
“Shall we descend to your chambers, my love?” He whispered, smiling warmly and feeling his heart beat with passion. His erection straining his body, pressing desperately against the side of the throne. His testicles heavy and in need of relief, forced to wait as his Queen was on a diplomatic mission. He studied her perfect features, his brain lighting up when she gave a small nod and an almost mischievous smile. Soon enough he was helping her up, fighting from pushing into her here and now, and walking her to the chambers while his penis rubbed against her hip. He was a bit shorter, only highlighting her divinity for him. Her beautiful hair done up in a loose bun, and her eyes weary from the increasing lack of sleep due to untimely pee trips. His palm pressed gently against her lower back, already feeling how incredibly tight she was. His other resting on the underside of her massive belly. No matter how much she changed he loved her so much, even more as her curves grew and grew. When they reached the chambers he locked the door behind, ensuring no pesky servants would bother them. Gently laying her back on the silk-clad bed, pushing her up so her entire figure was lying on the cushioned mattress. Putting a few strategic pillows near her head to cushion her achy neck, while removing the rest to give them room. Her legs already spread from the wide gait of pregnancy, he mounted the bed and came between her legs, just watching over her body for a moment. Slowly crawling forward, he sat back on his knees and bent down, offering her untamed bush a warm, tender kiss. Pushing enough so she could feel it in her swollen labia. He loved how natural she looked, and though it was tempting, he moved up. One thing he had in mind, her belly. Carefully straddling the massive bump as he pushed his penis against the widest part of the swell. His balls gently squished between his body and her midsection. He started to thrust slowly, making soft grunts as he bent down to kiss his lovely Queen. Taking her tender cheeks in his hands as he pushed and pushed, already so hard from their foreplay. Her bump was quickly lubricated with his precum, and he felt the more exaggerated, pronounced movement of their unborn. Obvious, extended sensations of the little arms and legs pushing out, the baby still shifting quite a bit with being so far along. Only adding to his pleasure as his scrotum was massaged by the frequent movement. Pushing into a higher mound with his penis when an arm stretched up, or rubbing his sensitive tip particularly around her popped out navel. Feeling extra pleasure from the firm belly button on his penis. Her pleasure was derived from watching him, and she was perfectly fine with it. Her hands resting on his thighs while he humped her gravid belly. Smiling up as she watched his desperation, his soft groans turning into cute, needy moans. Pushing faster, deeper. His heart racing as he neared completion, threatening to explode at any minute. She eagerly anticipated it, but still had the strange feeling of light pains bothering her. Her belly particularly achy, and her hips throbbing. Fighting back more exaggerated winces to keep her Prince content. He was too enthralled to notice her pains, just thrusting away until he finally reached completion. Grasping her shoulders firmly, he let out a louder, shaky moan and came several thick ropes onto her stretched belly. His chest heaving as he made sure every last drop seeped onto her bump, hugging his head to her chest and spurting the rest of his load. Resting against her, breathing in uneven gasps. Slowly calming himself as he recovered, not taking long before he rubbed the seed into her tender skin with his tip, ensuring it would be like a lotion for her beautiful belly. Queen Angelica gently rubbed his back, lying back herself while he did the work. Feeling several hard kicks while he did so, and letting out a soft groan, wincing at the pains. Prince Jamie looked up, his cheeks still a cherry red as he studied his Queen’s beautiful face.
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Kate & Jack ( from Lost)
Kate and Jack
The last thing they ever expected was to have another baby on the island.
Jack absolutely would never have agreed to anything other than a hospital birth, but on the island their options were, beach, jungle or cave.
At this point, Kate was opting for cave, at least it was a bit more private and quiet than the other locations. She’d been having contractions for nearly two days but her progress was painfully slow. She was only 4 centimeters yet her contractions were coming every 5 minutes.
Kate anxiously paced the cave, stopping to lean on a wall or curl around Jack with each contraction that furiously gripped her body.
Jack was growing more and more restless with each contraction that wracked Kate’s body. He held her close, applying strong counter pressure to her hips as she groaned. “ Kate.. I think we should break your water..” he suggested a bit shyly
“ are you sure?” Kate asked surprised by the idea
“ I’m sure” Jack answered more confidently “ you and the baby can’t keep this up for too much longer”
Jack helps Kate lay down on the bed they’d set up a few days earlier. She pulls her knees up as Jack moves her sundress up over her rounded belly. He slowly slips one hand inside her and grips her bag of waters.
She gasps and her face twists in discomfort as his large hand stretches her tight hole a bit.
“ nnngh” Kate grunts as her water pops and susequebtky soaks a large area under her. Jack removes his hand, wipes it off and helps Kate sit up. As she rises she’s immeasurably greeted by the strongest contraction she’s felt yet “ ooooh fuuuuuck “ she moans loudly, squeezing Jacks hands tightly.. she shifts her weight side to side moaning until the contraction ends. Then she returns to standing , using Jack for support. Her contractions quicken and she can’t help but moan loudly through each one. Jack does his best to ease some of the tension in her body, but it’s becoming more and more difficult.
Not long after sunset Kate starts to grunt as yet another wave wracks her body. “ fuuuuuck there’s sooo much pressure!” She cries digging her fingers into jacks shoulders. He grimaces and bites his lip
“ I need to push” Kate yells as the contraction peaks.
“ no! No, Kate just breathe!@ Jack says frantically “ we need to make sure you’re fully dilated first”
“ nnnngh!” Kate grunts but resists until the contraction ends. Jack kneels down in front of her, letting her keep her hands planted firmly on his shoulders. He rubs the underside of her firm belly with one hand as he inserts two fingers of the other. He doesn’t have to go far before he feels a hard wet mass. His eyes bulge and Jate catches his look of terror @ what?@ she asks anxiously.
“ I feel the head” Jack chokes out
Not a minute later Kate opens her legs apart wider and bends her knees into a slight squat as she bares down hard. She groans and shakes as she feels the baby descend deeper into her birth canal. Jack stays kneeling in front of her, one hand between her legs waiting to feel the head.
“ oooh my gooooood!! “ Kate yells as the babies head slowkybstarts to part her pulsing lips.
“ that’s it Kate! Just like that!” Jack yells excitedly as he watches the slightest bit of the baby emerge. As Kate grunts, her face turning red and dripping with sweat, Jack grows a bit frantic, noticing that the baby appears to be bald.
“ Kate ? Stop pushing!”
“ what? Why?” Kate growls in frustration “ pressure!!” She grunts.
Jack slips his fingers between the baby and Kate’s pulsing skin and confirms his fear
“ the baby is breech” he says, locking Kate’s gaze
Kate yells and pushes as hard as she can. Her legs shake an sweat
pours off her face. But the baby doesn’t move much.
Kate pushes for over an hour with no progress. Jack calls for Sawyer and Locke. Jack helps Kate to sit down on the cot. He sits behind her, wrapping his arms tight around her tired, sweat soaked body.he wraps his hands under her thighs and pulls her legs open wide. Locke sits at the foot of the cot watching to see if the baby moves as Kate pushes again.
Kate’s hands twist tightly around jacks muscular forearms land he winces as her nails slice his skin.
Jack looks answer and tell him to push on Kate’s stomach when she gets another contraction.
Kate groans and turns her face into Jacks chest. Sawyer puts his hands on her hard round belly and pushes downwards. Kate screams and tries to slam her legs closed as Locke slips his hands inside her pulsing hole. The baby moves down a bit, finally starting to stretch Kate’s tight skin open more.
“ come on Kate! You can do this!” Jack encourages anxiously. He can’t stand to see Kate in this kind of agony. “ OOOOWWW!!” Kate screams as she pushes, and the two men help the baby move some more.twenty torturous minutes later Kate’s vagina is stretched so wide she keeps screaming that she’s tearing. She thrashes around and yells at Jack for having done this to her. She wails as she bares down hard, fighting every signal in her body that tells her to turn away, and with Lockes’ help the babies middle pops out.Kate sobs as the rest of the baby is slowly tugged free of her tortured opening. Taking a long time to catch her breath as the baby lays on her heaving chest.
All three men are just stunned at their experience.
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