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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.
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Daily vlog
CW: mpreg, sort of magic pregnancy, birth denial, car birth
"So..." Adam smiled, holding the camera over his head, to get his best angle. "Are we filming Baby #3 birth?"
Adam asked, turning to look at his wife, and at the camera again with another smile without waiting for Alissa’s reply.
His hand traveled to spank Alisa's tight, bare belly, leaving the mark of his palm over the sensitive skin and making her groan slightly. Adam nodded enthusiastically before talking to the camera again. "Of course we are! What do you think, huh? It's a tradition at this point, right, honey?"
Alisa took a deep breath, putting herself together before looking at the camera and giving her best smile. She had been up since 5 am this morning, with a crying baby hanging from her hip and a sick toddler throwing up all day long, and honestly, the last thing she wanted to do right now was to expose herself to the camera.
But Adam insisted. How could they let their followers down without a daily vlog today?
He couldn't, and he was gonna post that vlog. Of course, who wouldn't have the energy to produce, film, edit, and post a vlog when you wake up at 10 am and do exclusively nothing all day?
Alisa knew that it was their job, that the moment they signed up for the influencer life, their whole purpose (and not like she was complaining, there were moms out there that had real jobs and still had to deal with way worse than her) but she did expect some empathy from her husband.
She was about to pop, literally, this baby out. Everything was crazy, from her hormones to the altered routine in the house, but as always, Adam was blissfully unaware of the chaos that surrounded their lives right now.
“So, there you go” Adam winked at the camera, “Actually, our next blog will probably be Baby’s #3 birth, right honey?”
Yes, it was gonna be another birth vlog. This morning when she looked at herself in the mirror, Alissa realized that her stomach had dropped, tight and bloated past her hips, the taut skin stretching to its limits today seemed like it was about to burst.
So, yes, the next video on their channel Alissa was almost 100% sure it was gonna be a birth vlog.
“...maybe.”
She really wished that this time they could’ve done something a bit more… conventional. Private, away from all the cameras and views. With their last baby, Adam had the fucking camera in her face the whole process. From the moment she woke up to contractions to the moment she popped out the kid in the birthing tub. This time, she wasn’t in the mood for all that, no matter how many views it would give them.
Adam went on, ranting about something and talking about their sponsor they got earlier in the month, a really bad marketing job for a really bad product, but Alisa didn’t hear him because Ryatt was getting something she shouldn’t have inside her mouth. The blonde groaned as she clumsily tried to kneel down, reaching over her huge stomach to take the toy out of the baby’s sticky hand.
“Adam, help me here” she breathed, pointing to the baby with her hand.
Adam gave her a look, and outside of the camera frame, signaled her to wait. He talked about another one of their sponsors, said goodbye to their subscribers and their classic outro line (family always first, and y’all are family) to their subscribers, and just then walked over to help her after he turned the camera off.
“God, fuck…!” she groaned, holding onto her stomach as she struggled to stand up straight.
“Language” Adam raised an eyebrow, pointing at Ryatt with his head.
“Bullspit, I’m so darn over with this”, pointing to herself, Alisa looked down at her gravid stomach. “I’m so fucking done. I can’t wait to get this baby out of me and… And I told you I would prefer to keep his birth private, Adam”
The tone wasn’t stern or accusative, just done— deep down, Alisa knew her husband was going to do whatever he wanted anyway. Little choice she had.
“I know, I know…” Adam shrugged, his eyebrows raising and his mouth scrunching up.
He knew, of course, he did, but to be honest, he didn’t care enough. His wife was being dramatic as if she hadn’t gone over with this two times already. But he knew that he had to add something to fill the silence that followed, he always did have something to say.
“If I could, babe, I would carry our baby for you” he sighed dramatically, turning around and away from his wife. “Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now, honey…”
His words were left hanging in the air as Adam disappeared into the hallway to the kitchen, ready to grab a beer and sit down on the couch to relax for a while before getting to edit.
Actually, I wish I could be pregnant instead of you right now.
Alisa stared at his back as he disappeared into the kitchen. His nice legs and his toned arms, his perfect back and she couldn’t see the six-pack, but it was there. Because Adam didn’t have to carry two kids, to gain weight and to lose weight, to lose his six-pack or to see his whole body change in a matter of months.
It wasn't him who had to endure the contractions, the labor, or the long hospital nights while waiting to be able to spread his legs open and push.
He didn’t wish he could be pregnant. Oh, but Alisa did.
***
Alisa made breakfast, did laundry, got through the morning with two kids under 5 and all while dealing with those awful cramps that kept interrupting her. They weren't contractions, she knew those pretty well, but they were the foreword of a long story.
Adam? He edited their latest video and went to take a nap on the couch.
Without opening his eyes, Adam let out a small groan and tilted his head to hide his face against one of the cushions. Something had interrupted his sleep, but he didn’t hear Ryatt's cries or Bobby playing loudly somewhere in the house, nor his wife complaining about something.
So he did what everyone would do, he didn’t even bother fully opening his eyes and tried to go fall back into a deep slumber.
But something was off. His head was feeling dizzy and his whole body was… acting funny. An overall feeling of being sick, something he ate, probably.
He shifted, moving his hips to turn to his side, and he frowned when he felt something in his stomach move. With a groan, the hand that rested between his thighs slid off from there to move to his abs, rubbing the soft spot trying to ease whatever was grumbling inside his tummy.
Soft, a bit harder if he pressed down. But it didn’t have to be soft, he hit the gym 6 days a week and had washboard abs, he was the envy of all the suburban dads in their neighborhood. Suddenly, his stomach fussed again, and this time it came accompanied by a cold free of air brushing against his skin, making him shiver.
Half asleep, fighting to pull a strand of consciousness and get himself up fully, Adam’s features turned into a confused grimace as his mind finished coming back to this reality. When he finally opened his blue eyes, covering his face with his hands to dismiss the headache that the sunlight from the windows gave him, he immediately knew something wasn’t right.
His free hand was still rubbing over his stomach, and it was still… It was round. Round and firm, the protuberance that rested under the palm of his hand.
“What…?” Adam mumbled, confusion slowly taking over his sleepiness and pulling him back to reality.
He was wide awake now, his body and mind alert. When he looked down at himself, the scream of horror that left his lips almost deafened him, leaving his eardrums ringing loudly and his heart hammering against his chest.
It felt cold. The cold breeze brushing against his skin because his white shirt was now all lifted over to his chest, exposing his warm skin to the air. His shirt was lifted because where it was supposed to be a flat, toned stomach, now there was a fat, round belly, nothing like what he had ever seen before.
He must have eaten something bad, something that made him bloat and just feel weird overall, but bloat like this?
In front of him, his stomach wasn't just bloated, it felt tight and hot at the touch and the skin was itchy, stretched to the limit in what seemed to be the few hours he was asleep. His abs were gone, and now a gravid mount of flesh sat there, huge and tender.
From confusion, Adam's mind raced to fear, because there was no logical or reasonable explanation to any of this. If it was something he ate, then it was something that made him terribly wrong and he probably should head to the doctor ASAP.
But, deep down, Adam knew it wasn't something he ate. Under a thinning layer of denial, he knew.
His chest wrenched with his agitated breaths, and Adam tried to lift himself up from the couch. He failed, not used to the weight that he carried now on his middle (God, he was heavier now) and the only thing he could do was to lay there for a few seconds, staring down.
At his belly.
He felt like he needed to puke when unexpectedly something inside him squirmed.
He closed his eyes tightly to avoid nausea rising up in his throat, and the deprivation of one of his senses seemed to whip up the other ones. He could feel how hot the skin that covered his now rounded stomach was, how hot his body was, how heavy he felt and how something was squirming inside him.
His left hand moved over his stomach, right under his left rib, and he swallowed. As soon as his hand pressed down against the tense flesh, another tiny hand pressed back from the inside.
"Fuck, fuck fuck..." gripping at the couch's back, a loud moan escaped from his lips as he curled his fingers around the fabric above the couch, holding onto it desperately, lifting himself up.
It was, to say at least, weird to carry himself around now. The few seconds that he ran, well, more like waddled, towards the bathroom were something. So this was what it was like?
The image in the mirror proved what Adam already knew.
I wish I could be pregnant.
He stared at his reflection, turning to the side to let his eyes travel from the top of his head to his middle, then turned to his other side and to the front again. His hand moved to rest on top of his stomach as if he needed another confirmation that it was there and it was real.
He thought about it for a moment, before he pinched the tight skin of his belly. He hoped he would wake up, there was a small part of him that still hoped this was just a bad dream and his mind was doing some crazy tricks while his real body was still asleep on the couch. But he was awake.
The waistband of his sweatpants moved down a centimeter. He looked down, his eyes wide open as he witnessed right in front of him how his stomach swelled, the skin extended and shifting as his stomach grew in size.
***
The front door opened, and Bobby rushed in, throwing his frog backpack next to the door before Alisa followed him with Ryatt clinging to her hip. Adam made his way to her as quickly as he could.
“Oh! Mommy, look!” Bobby shouted as soon as he saw him, his little finger pointing to Adam’s gravid stomach. “Daddy has Little brother now! Look!”
But Adam couldn't even stop to look at him, because he could only focus on the fact that where Alisa was supposed to have a nine-month overdue belly, there was just a flat stomach. Fuck.
They stood in front of each other, Alisa looked at him, then down at his belly, and then up at him again.
“Well, I guess wishes do come true, honey!” The tone was so cheerful that it made Adam’s blood boil.
Probably…his hormones messing with him? As if that was the least of his problems. A cramp took over him, painful enough to bring a frown to his face and make him rub the side of his belly.
“We need to go to the hospital!”
“Why the rush?”
A dark spot started to spread all over Adam’s grey sweatpants as a gush of amniotic fluid came out of him.
“My…your…my water just broke!”
“You need to change, and we need to take the kids to my mom’s house…”
“Why are you so calm?”
“Relax, honey” she sighed “I have done this two times already! It’s gonna be just fine. You have to change, go get the hospital bag, oh, and of course get the camera!”
“We are not… fuck… filming this” he breathed, gripping the table next to him when another sharp pain took over him.
“What do you mean?” Alisa frowned as she picked up Bobby's backpack again “It's a tradition at this point. Of course, we're filming. It’s going to be a hit.”
Besides the fact that all of this escaped all logic and reason, there was a tangible reality. Something that was happening right here, right now, and it was the fact that Adam was in labor. Didn't matter how much he tried to deny what was going on, to say he was still dreaming, because the pains that were shooting through his middle, contracting the muscles and making him whine felt very real and were happening, quicker and faster every minute.
He took a deep breath, moving his hand under his belly to lift it slightly, hoping to ease the pain or the pressure that was starting to build up on his hips, but it didn’t work. He wasn't sure how much time he had before it got actually serious, but he did know that after his water broke, it was little.
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“Turn that off…” Adam titled the camera that rested on the car seat cup holder away, his free hand flying to wipe sweat from his forehead. “Oh, fuck…”
Alisa tilted the camera back to its original position. Her husband shifted on the passenger's seats, his both hands now busy rubbing the contracting bump that rested between his open thighs.
Well, at least now he knew that contractions were more painful than a kick in the balls.
“Oh, oh, ah!” He cried out, his body tightening up, and a low groan leaving him as he leaned forward pressing his palms against the dashboard and panting heavily. “Fuck, I need you to… ugh… I need you to drive faster, honey.”
“Babe, I’m going as fast as I can,” Alisa replied, looking at him through the corner of her eye. “Just breathe, okay?”
Looking outside the window, Adam tried to find a distraction. Anything, really, that made him not think about the increasing pressure that was building between his legs and about how low the baby was.
He shifted in his seat, his hips swinging back and front trying to find a spot that didn't make him feel so miserable. Placing a hand on the side of the seat and another on the grab handle, Adam leaned forward and spread his legs as another loud grunt escaped his lips, his eyes closing tight and his breath picking up again when another tight contraction hit him.
He tried breathing, in and out just as he would tell Alisa to do, but it wasn’t doing shit.
The heavy weight on his hips and pelvis was getting closer and closer to coming out. Adam didn’t want it to come out. At least not here, in the fucking car in the middle of the road.
“We’re five minutes away from the hospital” Alisa reassured, her hand patting his tense thigh. “Just breathe”
“I don’t… ughn, fuck! I don’t know if I can… oh… hold it in that much longer” Adam panted, moving to unclasp the seatbelt that now pressed uncomfortably against his stomach. “Fuck, there’s pressure. It feels like… I have to push!”
“How do you even know that you have to push?” Stopping at a red light, Alissa raised both eyebrows before tilting to face him.
“Because it’s coming out!” Adam cried, moving back on his seat to prop up both feet against the dashboard, throwing his head back as he moaned.
“Just breathe. We’re almost there”
Just breathe. We’re almost there. The words were an echo, and Adam was sure that he said those exact phrases before, before the births of their two kids, in this exact same car. But he didn’t realize how useless, how annoying having someone repeating just calm down was.
God, fuck, he wondered how Alissa didn’t just slap him those times. If anyone was going to tell him to calm the fuck down again, he was going to kill someone.
His murder instincts were quickly dismissed when he closed his eyes, his hands moving to slide under his belly and lifting it slightly, as if it could help to ease the pressure on his pelvis. With a cry, he shifted forward, now moving his hands to slide under his thighs, lifting his hips from the car seat.
It was coming. Now. And out.
He could feel his own body pushing against his wishes, and the more he tried to avoid it, the worse it was, the baby helpless making its way down his pelvis and towards his hole. It felt as if at the first bump Alisa hit on the road the baby would just pop out of him.
He didn’t notice when he pushed back in the seat, breathing heavily through his nose as he pressed himself down against the seat, trying to prevent anything from coming out.
But it was useless because his commitment lasted little when his brain was overwhelmed by the urge to just allow his body to do what it had to do. To push.
The baby’s head was right there. Adam’s hand slid between his legs, the palm of his hand pressing against his bulging hole, the head sitting behind his entrance and almost ready to start crowning. Almost out of him.
“…fuck!” he writhed, gritting his teeth as he kicked against the car floor. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
The fingers of his free hand gripped at the grab handle, knuckles turning white, and his other hand was busy pressing against his hole, trying to keep the head from coming any further. It was useless because the head was still pushing its way down, out of him on its own.
He could feel the bulge against his palm, growing ever so slowly as Alissa pressed her foot on the pedals. Adam threw his head back, closing his eyes shut and trying to focus on his breath. The same advice he always gave: breathe.
His chest rose slowly as he inhaled, then shakily exhaled through his closed lips. It should be fine, he just had to breathe —in and out and counting to five— focus on remaining calm, and he could just make it to the hospital. They were just a few minutes away, all he had to do was… push.
“Oh, fuck, it’s coming!” he screamed, kicking his feet in the air, his hips shifting forwards and to the seat edge. “Honey, Alissa, it’s right there”
Alissa tilted her head, looking away from the road for a brief moment to face her husband. She found herself contemplating an image that, deep down in her stomach, in a very hidden spot and a very small dose, made her happy: she got exactly what she wanted. Her husband going through all of the wonderful miracles of birth.
Adam panted, the tense orb his stomach had become contracting and tensing in front of him, his hands gripping at the taunt red skin, furiously trying to relieve the pain or the pressure, his body almost shaking by the urge of pushing the baby that was starting to crown. His face was red and sweaty, hands and all of his body straining and tense.
Alissa, rightfully, stopped at a red light, a bunch of cars passing in front of them.
“Don’t stop, fuck, it’s…!” Adam shouted, but then his words became a muffled groan as he gritted his teeth, pushing his chin to his chest. “I can’t hold it in, I’m pushing!”
Even against his wishes, his body was pushing. Adam found himself trying to hold the baby in, to not give in to the urge, but his body was pushing. His stomach contracted and he found himself tensing, chin to chest, and gripping at the grab handle as he pushed. He counted to three and pushed again when another cramp took over him.
“Fuck!” he shouted, feeling the head stretching him open, making its way out. Adam reached with a free hand to press his hand over his wet, birth-fluid-stained shorts, only to feel the start of a bulge in his pants.
The pressure of the head right about to crown was hell. It only made him want to push to get over it, to push more to get the head to a full crown and get rid of the uncomfortable feeling, but god fuck he didn’t want to give birth to this baby in the car.
“It’s crowning, the head’s-... nhgn, what am I supposed to do!?” it was more a whimper than a question, and Adam found himself kicking in the air, biting his lower lips until he almost drew blood. “Shit, shit, shit…! Ughn!”
“I don’t know!” Alissa stepped on the gas and accelerated. “Don’t push! Just… wait! We’re almost there, just five minutes away from the hospital.”
Adam nodded, then shook his head, both hands moving to cup the underside of his belly, trying to relieve the pressure that was weighing him down. It didn’t work, and he found himself trying to contain a moan when another contraction rippled through his body, a gush of amniotic fluid rushing from between his legs and dripping to the car floor.
His hips jerked frantically as he rocked forth and back slightly, trying to find any angle that was comfortable for him to keep this baby in, but it was terribly useless because, with every movement of his body, the baby's head seemed to come closer and closer to a full crown.
“Ughn…!” he moaned, his fingers gracelessly trying to slide under the hem of his pants in order to pull them down. The baby was coming. “Fuck, it’s coming, I’m pushing….!”
His finger’s ministrations were interrupted when he interrupted when another contraction took over him, all of his focus on pushing. He gripped the sides of his belly, leaving white marks on the red skin, as he closed his eyes and whimpered.
“Oh, oh– it’s out, the head’s out!”
It wasn’t necessary for him to say it out loud because Alissa’s attention was dangerously divided between looking at the road and staring down between her husband's legs. His pants were dark and wet, stained by amniotic fluid, and the baby’s head bulged out of them almost obscenely -–god, it was huge—, only contained from coming further by the fabric of the pants.
“Fuck— I need to push, I need to push, I’m pushing!” he moaned, throwing his head back against the car seat and jerking his hips forward, his hands desperately trying to undo his shorts. “Ughn…the…mhgm…pants! Help me!”
“I can’t, hands at 9 and 3!”
With a loud whimper, Adam finally managed to pull his shorts down enough to allow the baby’s head to pop out of him free, a gush of fluid dampening his seat as the head dangled between his legs. His body shook at the feeling of the head stretching him open on its biggest point, and then the relief when it was finally out. Alissa stared in horror as her husband held the baby’s head in hand with one hand between his legs.
Alissa reached a hand to help Adam slide his pants down more, his body contorting as he pulled forward, pushing his hips towards the free space of whatever was left in the car. Now with his pants to his ankles, his body tensed once again, and he squirmed on his seat as he focused on the next contraction that rippled through his body.
“...fuck, nhgn!” his face became red as his feet kicked the car floor, kicking and screaming as he pushed. “Nhgn!”
With his next push, the baby’s body almost came shooting out of him. He screamed in pain as he felt the body coming out of him, the shoulders being even worse than the head. But before he could realize, it was over. A second later he heard a heavy cry, and the newborn resting against his chest.
His body slumped against the seat. He looked outside the windows, seeing the well known entrance of the hospital as Alissa parked the car, parking it at the nearest spot available. Before unclasping her seatbelt, Alissa reached to grab the videocamera. Adam stared at it before he spoke.
"You filmed it, right?”
#birth kink#pregnancy#labor#birth denial#pregnancy fantasy#mpreg#fpreg#clothing birth#car birth#birt in car#trying to hold it in#stories
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Five minutes before this moment, I was squatting over the bed. My hips rocking as each contraction rippled through my vagina and throughout my body. Before I knew it, liquid gushed out and it was time to birth this baby - little did i know, it would make me scream and beg for this to be over.
“Oh God, he’s coming out!”
I screamed and gripped the bed before i finally sat on a stool to hold my balance. I could feel the baby traveling through my birth canal as each contraction hit my body.
I threw my head back and went with the pain, the screams only lessening the pressure I felt. I counted 1…2…. And push! My legs instantly spread and i was pushing with all my might, before taking a breather.
“Oh fuck! He’s actually coming out!”
I groaned as the head began to crown, with each push i could feel him at my entrance, filling up my pussy lips and ready to be welcomed into the world.
With a final countdown, I pushed for another six seconds and he flopped out of my vagina. I gasped and sighed with relief as the pressure instantly left my body.
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Resting your head on your arms, you sway back and forth at the pain of each contraction. The thought of clothing on your body, irritated you, but you were more concerned about easing the swelling bump that has overtaken your body.
The tight, constrained tank top, in all the right places just let your bump protrude. The shorts that were obviously too tight for you right now, squeezing your ass in the right places.
“Here…comes….another….” You mumble through panting breaths. You keep rocking your hips and checking your shorts for any signs of wetness. The contractions only getting stronger, you know it will be time soon, but you can’t move. The feeling of standstill just feels too nice.
You spread your legs further and bend over more, the pressure only building on to your pussy. You know you want this to be over, but the feeling of birthing out something ~ can feel more pleasurable than you’d like it to be.
At this point, you know the head is going to crown. You push every 5 minutes, at this point it feels like an eternity. Looking down at your shorts, you finally notice a bulge and know at any moment - your shorts will catch what your body is pushing out.
You cup the bulge through your shorts, rubbing the side of your pussy lips through each contraction. “Oh….g….oooo….d — f - uck” you stammer through the moaning and groaning, one of intense pain and the other is pleasure. As you grip your pussy even tighter, you orgasm and give birth at the same time.
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Bread, Milk, and Eggs
words: 1390
content: rapid pregnancy and birth, lactation, birth denial, fpreg
Nadia grabbed a basket on the way into the supermarket. She wouldn’t need a cart. Her list only consisted of three simple things. The basket swung as she combed the aisles, leisurely.
Bread
She picked out a loaf, pausing to read the expiration date before dropping it in the basket.
As it plopped in, she immediately felt a strange sensation. It was almost like a tugging in her navel, a buttery innie. She pressed her lean, dark tummy, firm with athleticism. Not concerned. Just a little curious.
Then the tugging became a pressure, consistent with the bloated sensation she would experience on her period. Nadia frowned. She pressed down on her belly, and, to her surprise, it pressed back.
“The hell—?” She was really frowning now. She realized how she must look to passerby, a college-age girl in a crop top and jean shorts, staring at her stomach.
Probably just gas or something, she thought. She continued down the aisle. When she reached the end, she looked down again, this time gasping audibly. Her belly had a curve to it, bending a little past the waistline of her jean shorts now. Nadia pressed down again, hard. She stopped when she felt nausea well up inside her. Her belly was still mostly muscle, but had a slight softness to it, a give like a firm peach. As she watched, it swelled even more, pushing out slowly to stretch her shorts.
“Holy fuck,��� Nadia muttered, suddenly feeling the flesh of her belly contained in the seams of her waistline like it had never been before. She felt extremely uncomfortable, and reached around it to undo the button, fingers fumbling. She gasped, breathing, and her belly expanded even more without the restriction.
Nadia could now spread her fingertips around its underside. She looked almost, she looked—
No. Nah. No fuckin’ way.
Nadia grabbed the bread from the basket and lifted it to her eyes. The expiration date had been nine months from now when she’d picked it out.
Now, it was four.
“I gotta be tripping,” Nadia mumbled.
She laced her fingers over her navel and held firm as the skin filled her hands and pushed against them. She refused to let it grow any more and ruin her trim tummy and athletic figure. Then a pain and pressure shot through her belly, as though something had rose, shoving, up into her sternum. She let go, and her belly rapidly dropped, the skin stretching tightly, itching around her belly, her taut belly muscles being pulled and loosened and smoothed into a round, curving shape. She watched in mounting horror, cupping her mouth as her innie rose and popped outward. Then, a sharp inner jab, distending its tight surface. Nadia gasped. Movements wriggled her belly viscerally. She clutched at her lively swell, unable to deny it any longer.
“Shit, I’m pregnant,” she said.
Dark stretch marks patterned the sheening brown skin. Nadia regretted her crop top, exposing her to the entire supermarket. She glanced around. She only needed a few more things, then she could get to a doctor. She began to speed-walk, realizing that her strut had been hindered to a waddle, heavy belly forcing her to walk with her back curved to support the gravid weight.
Without realizing it, Nadia rested her hand atop the high shelf of her belly as she walked, a natural maternal gesture.
Milk
She came to the dairy aisle and opened the door, suppressing a sharp breath as her belly rippled and twitched with a flurry of kicks. As soon as she placed a carton of milk in her basket, she was subjected to another set of sensations.
She recoiled.
“Noooo,” Nadia moaned, heedless to glances from passerby. “No, no, not again!”
Sharp points of pressure stabbed through her nipples, and she watched as they stiffened under her crop top, then began to thicken and elongate, inching outward. Her small breasts, she realized, were swelling as well. They sank, full, still not particularly large but swollen now, tender. High before, their undersides now rested on her belly, humiliatingly completely her very pregnant appearance. Nadia cupped them, then gasped; her fat nipples were sensitive, raw. The simple contact had leeched milk from the tips, forming twin wet spots on her tip. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling them continue to dribble achingly.
My top, Nadia thought. My favorite fucking top.
She had to get out of here, now. Before anyone saw her, leaking milk in the dairy aisle. Before anything… worse could happen.
As if on cue, her belly shook and swayed with powerful, urgent kicks.
Eggs
One more item. Fortunately, it was on the same aisle, near the milk. Nadia scanned quickly, chose a carton at random, not even bothering to check the eggs for cracks as she usually did. Breast milk ran freely down her front now, her top soaked with two spreading wet patches. She threw the carton into her basket and heard a crack.
Nadia cursed. She opened the cartoon and saw that it only contained a single broken egg.
“What the—”
Then her belly surged, a sudden pressure rushing through her, downward. Her knees trembled, weak. She clasped the aisle fridge handle to remain upright as fluid flushed from her vagina, drenching her legs and puddling the floor. Immediately she felt something large, heavy, and round drop between her pelvis. Her belly hung lower. The bones of her hips craned with forceful pressure; they were still narrow and girlish, unable to reach the significant width of expecting mothers in time for her own birth.
Birth.
“No, I—” Nadia stuttered, clutching her belly. “I can’t be—nnnngh.”
An urge to bear down pounded in her head. Nadia fought it, sleek muscled body tensing with resistance. She tried to put her legs together, feeling like the baby would fall between them with her widened stance, and found that she couldn’t anymore. They were permanently spread, hips opened in preparation. She turned and began to waddle as fast as she could to the front of the store, hand pressed over the sodden crotch of her shorts. Running had become a ridiculous notion, nearly impossible. Her knees wavered, threatening collapse. She couldn’t bring her legs together as she pumped them forward, and her belly swung, gravid and obtrusive, as she moved.
Another contraction. Every muscle in her belly clamped down, transforming it into a tight, rigid ball, driving the breath from her.
Don’t push, she thought. Don’t push. Pushing makes it real. Don’t—
She dropped into a deep squat in the middle of the aisle. Gripping the belly between her thighs hard enough to indent the surface, she bore down with a long, uninterrupted groan. Internal muscles thrust her baby through her canal, opening her. Her hips creaked. Her voice cracked, shrill now as she pushed again. The head slid between them, almost dislocating them with its width. She forced her legs even wider instinctually, desperate to make room for the descending head.
“Holy shit, she’s in labor!”
“Someone call 9-1-1!”
The people around her had stopped, unsure. They watched her, some phone cameras now winking down at Nadia in her birthing squat.
Her eyes widened as the contraction abated with the baby’s head resting in her vagina, filling her entire canal with tremendous weight. She could feel herself bulging into her jean shorts. On quivering spread legs she raised herself and hobbled out of the aisle.
“Excuse me, ma’am! You have to pay first!” an employee demanded as she passed the checkout, basket swinging from her arm.
The store alarms rang, and then Nadia was gripped by another contraction.
She buckled, bowing into another squat and pushing long, shoving her baby further into her tented jean shorts. The crown burned and dilated her vagina into a hot, red teardrop, then a drawn circle. Amniotic fluid spilled, spurting into the fabric around the head. Then her progress was suddenly, excruciatingly halted by her shorts. She’d pushed half a head into them and the stretched fabric wouldn’t yield any more space. Nadia bore down, her clenching efforts fruitless now. Her pussy slipped, tense and bloodless around the head. She threw her head back and moaned with the screaming sirens.
It had been three simple things. The fourth? Well, the fourth she’d never expected to be so complicated.
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Super sudden egg-pregnancy- as in like, you start to feel pains, while out shopping, ten minutes later you’re rushing to try to get to a bathroom, anywhere, while your stomach swells and swells.. eventually you lock yourself in some random fire escape you’ve found, and struggle to get your clothes off but you can’t get your pants off. The eggs are starting to become too large to keep inside you and your pants are soaked with fluid and you desperately try to get them off as the eggs start pushing out, you’re not in control.
oh god oh god…! The first egg is ready at my entrance. I hurry out towards the exit as I try to beat the time between my contractions. I knew this experiment was a bad idea before I had to go shopping. I feel my belly contract and cry out. “N-No! No please wait just a LIIIIIITTLE longer!” I push a little, the egg just starting to bulge out inside my soaked underwear.
I get outside, an alarm buzzing behind me. That’s when I collapse onto my hands and knees. I’m pushing, the egg crowing in my pants. “OHHHHHH GOOOOD!!! ITS HUGE!! ITS STUUUUCL HEEEELP!” I scream as the egg is stuck crowing as my pants keep it in. I try pulling them down but I’m weak, pushing, and my legs are spread. I read back as someone comes out, gasping when they see me giving birth. Suddenly I scream, pushing again. “ITS COMINGGGGGG!!” The egg spreads my slit wide open, then slips out into my underwear. I’m sobbing as the person tries to help get me up. I don’t have time. The next egg comes down and I’m pushing again. “NNNGHHHH!!! HOOOO HOOOOOO!! GGRHHHHHHHHH!!” Im pushing the next egg into a crown within seconds. “GAAAAAAHHHH OH GOD IT HURTS MAKE IT STOP!!” I scream in pain as the egg pushing out and slides into my pants as well..
Only 5 more to go!
#clothing birth#giving birth#birth kink#birth rp#birth denial#ovipositor#public birth#egg birth#egg preg
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Do It Again
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Dark theme, birth denial, clothing birth
I took deep breaths as I slid the dildo inside of me, the soft vibrations taking my mind off the contractions. Hopefully this would help me get through my last shift.
I put on 2 pairs of tight panties over the top to ensure the dildo stayed in place. This baby was not being born today I needed that bonus from work too badly.
The bus station came into my sight but the bus was already there
"Shit! Please wait!" I shouted and started a slow jog up to it but the driver shut the door.
"Please!" I waved and shouted but the bus drove off.
A contraction rushed through my stomach and I quickly ducked into an ally as I doubled over, I pulled my phone out and turned the vibrator up needing something to ease the pain.
I started to walk very quickly so I wouldn't be late.
I got to work 5 minutes before my shift started. I rushed to put my coat and bag in my locker, the movement of the stairs moving the dildo inside of me making my moan quietly to myself.
Just 7 hours and I could go home and give birth. I clocked in and went to the shop floor.
The store manager, John, came up to me after a while of stacking shelves.
"Could you get something from the top shelf for me sweetheart?" He smirked as he asked looking me up and down.
I nodded and walked towards the isle, grabbing a step stool on the way. I carefully made my way up and reached towards the back of the top shelf, the stretching movement allowing the baby to drop down. I groaned a little, focusing on the task.
He chuckled to himself as I felt his hand press against my vagina, I gasped as the dildo went deeper, pushing through my dilating cervix.
"Oh my god!" I said breathlessly. I looked around for help but the isle was empty. He pushed the dildo so far into my cervix I felt the vibrations in my stomach. I doubled over holding the shelves to keep me up.
"I could fuck that baby out of you sweetie, I'll take good care of you. You better keep quiet if you want the bonus." He whispered into my ear as he reached inside my trousers pushing deeper through the panties.
The stretch of the dildo in my cervix made my eyes water.
"Come with me baby." He pulled me down from the stool. I was in a haze of shock, pleasure and pain as he lead me to the entrance of the store.
He told the front of store staff he was taking me to the hospital as I was in labour. They nodded and wished me luck before going back to their work.
He led me out to his car, it was small and only had two doors, he opened the passenger door and pulled the seat forward telling me to get in the back.
"I won't be able to fit in there." I panted, there was no room in the back, both front seats pushed back as much as they could be.
"Get in, it's the back seats or the trunk." He grabbed my arm and pushed me forward.
I took my time to climb through the small gap, gasping when I felt the baby flail around in my stomach when the manager slapped my ass, the dildo digging in hard.
"Good girl." He said when I was finally in. He slammed the door.
I tried to move my legs so I could spread them, there was an ache deep inside me, needing relief from the pressure I kept trying but I was so restricted from my tight pants and the lack of space back here.
John finally got in and started his car.
"Please take me to the hospital." I panted rubbing my stomach as a contraction hit me.
"We're going sweetheart don't you worry!" He chuckled and set off. "Put your seatbelt on." He warned, looking at me through the rear view.
I reached and pulled it around me, it was incredibly tight around my stomach. He seemed pleased with this and got on the highway.
The vibrations inside me were steadily increasing, my hips bucking from the seat searching for friction. John chuckled and I saw my phone in his hand, he was controlling it. He turned it up full and threw it in the seat next to him.
My hips were bucking faster, moving the dildo deeper inside of me, I put my hand inside my pants, reaching for it to pump it in and out of me but I could no longer feel it it was so deep inside me.
I whimpered and rubbed my clit, searching for any kind of release.
All of a sudden John slammed his breaks on, the seatbelt tightening around my stomach so hard the air left my lungs.
I felt something trickling out of me, wetting the seat underneath me.
"No..." I pulled my hand out and it was wet.
"Ah your water! Don't worry, when we get where we're going you won't need it." He said and turned into his drive.
He pulled me out the car, and into his house.
"Let's look at what's going on down here sweetie." He pushed me to lay on his couch and pulled my jeans off and removed my pants, he inserted the length of his thumb inside of me behind the dildo, forcing it through my cervix once again. I felt the baby move in my stomach.
He slid the dildo out after a few extra rough pumps. There was a pop of amniotic fluid on the exit.
I took the opportunity to push, John grabbed my legs behind my knees and pushed them up to my stomach, seemingly aiding my pushing.
"That's it, push hard!" He pushed down on my stomach forcing the head through my cervix with such force my head was spinning.
He did the same again and the head moved rapidly through my birth canal.
A contraction took over and forced me to bear down, the head coming to my opening. John chuckled and pushed my legs apart further as he pushed on my stomach.
I screamed at the speed all this was happening, pressure hitting me from all directions.
Fluid spurted out of me around the stretch of the head and there was a sudden and forceful pop as the head shot out.
"That's it!" He gave a forceful shove to my stomach and pushed my knees so they were by my shoulders.
"Agghhh!! No! Please stop!" I begged him reaching down to touch the baby he was forcing out of me.
The shoulders pop out next and the baby arms come out next, leaving it half out of me.
John let's go of my legs and sighs.
"Silly me! I forgot I had some stuff to do today!" He chuckled to himself. "I'm so forgetful." He said has he pushed the baby's arms back inside of me.
"No John please!" I cried as he pushed the shoulders and head back inside me, he does this until the baby is forced back into my womb.
"Doesn't that just feel better!" He smiled, "It's a shame your water broke, it would be safer in there with some protection." He stood there thinking to himself for a second.
The urge to push slowly creeping up on me.
He left the room for a few seconds, reaching something in the kitchen.
I didn't have the energy to get up and move, I wanted to run away so badly.
He returned with a funnel with a long tube and a 2 litre bottle of water.
"I'm just going to make it like your water never broke!" He smiled, saying it like it was simple.
He grabbed my legs and walked behind the sofa with them making me fall back and hit my head on the floor.
"Gotta have gravity keep the water in!" He chuckled and spread my legs, I put my hands on the floor to support my head.
"Please John! Don't do this I need to push!" I beg as he slid the tube inside me with his fingers.
He held the funnel up and poured the cold water in.
I gasped and tried to wriggle away but he was holding my legs too tightly.
"Yeah, this is a cold one isn't it! I only had water in the fridge!" He laughed and emptied the entire 2 litres into my womb. The stretch felt unbearable but not as bad as the cold feeling.
He finally put the funnel down and pushed something big inside me.
"Ow no!" I gasped as I felt some liquid spill out of me because of how much he had poured in.
His mouth connected with my clit before I could process anything else.
I moaned and arched my back best I could with the full feeling.
He licked and nibbled on my clit, a hand reaching round to my breast. He rubbed my nipple through the fabric.
"John!" I moaned and cried out as I came, clamping down on whatever he had pushed inside me.
He quickly shut my legs and forced some very tight underwear up before wriggling my jeans back on me.
"There you go! It's like it never happened!" He pulled me up to standing.
The weight of all the water in my stomach nearly pulled me over. I rubbed my hands over it.
"It's nearly doubled in size." John commented, "if you're a good girl and do what I say I'll drink from you, you're so full of milk." He reached to grab my breasts.
A groan left my mouth as the baby flailed around in my stomach, my nipples aching for some stimulation.
"Please, I need to push, the water is too much!" I cried.
"We're going to do some errands, the vibrations will get more intense whenever I want them to." He opened the app on his phone and hit the max setting making me gasp as I got close to climaxing around the dildo.
"John!" I moaned, I rubbed my clit over the tight jeans and moaned as the orgasm hit me, my legs shook with the pleasure.
"See, I'll make you feel good if you're a good girl." John purred in my ear.
He turned the vibrations down and pulled me toward the stairs.
“Let’s get you a new top, this ones covered in milk.” He grabbed my breasts and squeezed, that alone let a fresh flood of milk out.
He pulled my top over my head and threw it on the couch, he then reached round to unhook my bra leaving my top half fully exposed.
His fingers flicked over my nipples, the sensation brought on another contraction instantly.
“Owwwwww-! John please!” I tried to squat down but the weight of my stomach would allow it.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He stood behind me and pushed me slowly towards them, it took my a deep breath to lift my leg and get on the first step.
“This can’t take all day!” John reminded me. By the fourth step a contraction took over me and I was pushing, John tutted and pulled my body down into a squat.
The pressure made my body ache. I crawled up the rest of the stairs and finally made it to his room.
He gave me a shirt but before I could slip it on, he latched onto my nipple, sucking and drinking from me.
I moaned and gripped his hair.
I gasped as I felt a little dribble of cold water run down my thigh. I must be dilating around the dildo.
He covered me with the T-shirt and made me face the stairs again. More cold water ran down my thighs as I had to stop to push. We got outside eventually and he opened the trunk of his car.
“Do you need help getting in?” I moved to get in, it was a tight fit.
“If that baby’s out by the time I open the trunk I’ll force it back inside of you and you won’t give birth for a month!” He threatened and slammed the boot shut.
The force of the slam hit the top of my stomach, the pressure knocking the air out of me.
My legs were left open, in a birthing position. It made the vibrations feel so much more intense when he turned them up full!
I moaned as more water escaped.
We were driving for what felt like an hour. He finally pulled over and I heard him on the phone, his voice faded and 30 minutes later I was struggling to hold on.
I undid my pants and wiggled them down, only able to get them to my hips, my thighs spread too wide to go any lower.
I reached in the panties and pulled the dildo hard, it hit my panties and slid right back in.
“Fuck!!” That felt so good. I did it a few more times until I came around it.
I then pushed my pants to the side and with a strong push, the dildo came out of me, along with floods and floods of water!
The baby’s head shot down so quick it blocked most of the water from coming out.
“Oh god!” I moaned as the head was at my opening ready to crown.
I felt the head pushed down lower as a contraction hit through my stomach
I gripped the back of my thighs and pulled up towards my stomach as I pushed hard.
A scream left my throat as the head reached a full crown in my underwear. I looked around for something to cut the pants with, I can’t pull them any lower.
I find an old pair of scissors and start to cut down from the zipper, I just get to the front when I need to push again.
“Fuck!” I pull my legs up as much as I could and pushed, the head inching out slowly.
I quickly cut the rest of the pants and felt the baby’s head, half out of me and I push, birthing the head into my hands.
A gush of water escaped around the head.
I was mid push when the trunk opened and John took in what was happening.
He chuckled as I begged for him to leave me alone.
“I’m gonna let you give birth, then I’m going to push it back in, so you can do it again.” He pulled me out the trunk roughly and dragged me into the field we were parked in.
The baby dropping lower inside me with each step.
“She’s going to fall onto the floor!” I screamed as the urge to push took over.
John pushed me to the floor I landed on my stomach, the force alongside the pushing forced my baby out of me, the water gushed from me.
The crying made a sigh of relief leave me.
John picked the baby up and started pushing its feet back inside me.
“I’ll leave its head out. Now do it again.” He chuckled.
#birth kink#giving birth#birth denial#pushingbabybackin#water breaking#birth story#clothing birth#inconvenient birth#refill#dark theme#force labour#crowning
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Imagine you are one of the many concubines of the king. You are the king's favourite after the queen and you are pregnant with a huge belly at the same time with the queen. You both are due but you have no idea why your belly is way bigger and lower than that of the queen's. Little did you know that the queen loaths you for that.
You are in labour for 3 hours now. The king refrained from having sex with the queen since the start of her pregnancy fearing the royal baby might be harmed. But he is so different with you in bed as if he doesn't care about the baby in your womb. He is so rough. And he is also the main reason why you are in labour now. All you remember is he got carried away during a super rough sex, pressing hard on your huge stomach, slamming you onto the bed, flipping you over and fucking you from behind without caring if your enormous belly was squished between the bed and your body. As he climaxed, he even leaned his whole body onto you putting additional pressure to your already dangerously flattened-to-half belly. He also enjoys making you sit on top of him and slapping your belly left and right repeatedly. When he was satisfied, he left you a sobbing mass with warm liquid soaked all over your lower parts. You couldn't even see clearly. You eyes were teary and blurry due to the pain. Maybe this the difference between the queen who is a royal descendent and you, a concubine who is just a whore.
It has been 3 hours your water broke and contractions started. Despite the physician saying you are only 6cm dilated and still has a long way to go, your contractions are coming every 15 minute.
In that moment, certain news arrives. The queen has gone into labour just now and you can't be delivering together with the queen since you are a lowly concubine. The guards yank you out of the bed vioently and take away all the preparations for your birth. You groan in pain and hold your belly with one hand and the other supporting your back. You can't even walk properly at this point. You are trying so hard just to waddle like a penguin. You ask the guards when you can birth your child. Their answer is you can deliver only after the queen has successfully given birth. But thankfully, a midwife will stay with you to check your dilation and to make sure you don't give birth before the queen. You can feel the increasing pressure in your pelvis as your belly keep contracting the head down. Hours have passed and you are now fully dilated with a baby head lodged in your birth canal but the queen is only 6cm dilated. The midwife forces you to sit on a chair since it will help in blocking the baby's exit. There is still a long way for the queen to deliver and she is making sure your child won't come out before her highness. You are now sitting uncomfortably on a wooden chair with your huge tightening belly sitting between your thighs. Nghhh let me push. Let me just push it out you plead to your midwife but law is still law. She could lose her head for letting you push. You try to lift yourself up to make space for the bulging head but she push you down onto the chair again forcing the baby back in. You scream from the excruciating pain being pushed the baby back in against the contracting pressure. Hours have passed and the queen finally delivers the crown prince and your time has come. You are very exhausted now that you don't have strength to even push. The midwife place you on the delivery bed and start to press on your belly. You can't even scream all your energy long time left your body. At last, your baby came out amd the midwife cleans it and hand it over to you. Just after the placenta come out, you feel another contraction and another baby emerges within seconds. You were carrying twins! That is why your belly was so big despite this being your first pregnancy. The king pays a visit to you and you can finally rest contently with each baby on your side.
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Build a Birth prompt
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"H-haahh...come on, just w-wait..." I begged through grit teeth, one of my hands firmly pressed between my legs as I drove. While saving on the cost of an ambulance seemed like a smart idea at first, I was now thoroughly regretting it.
It seemed like everywhere was experiencing road work today, and after so many detours I wasn't even sure if I was getting any closer to the hospital. All the while my labor progressed much faster than I thought it would, and even though I was doing all I could not to push it still felt like I was on the verge of crowning any second.
Both my pants and the seat were uncomfortably wet, and it felt like small spurts of my water kept coming with every contraction. Those were getting so close together now, to the point where I'd been honked at more than once as I was distracted by breathing through them at stoplights.
"Mnhhh...fuck, it's coming I can't--!" Anxiety filled my voice as I looked around, making sure the way was clear before I crossed lanes on the freeway. The urge was just too powerful, too much to ignore or force back any longer.
As soon as I pulled over I unbuckled my seatbelt, which had been uncomfortably digging into my belly during the whole drive. Before I could do anything else I was wracked with a fresh contraction, and I wailed helplessly through the pain.
"W-wait, please, I--" I tried to shift my leggings down, but it seemed like my body could only focus on one task at a time, so I relented and pushed hard, hoping that'd make it go by faster. Instead, my heart raced as I felt my lips parting, the crotch of my leggings beginning to bulge slightly outward.
"O-oh god its coming it's r-right there...!" I spread my legs as wide as I could in the drivers seat, hitching my knee up on the center console as I pushed again, more liquid gushing from my laboring cunt and dripping onto the floormat. The fabric between my legs stretched further out, and I squealed with effort as I struggled to give birth. All at once the pressure reached its peak, and my ruined leggings bagged out as my baby was finally born.
It looked like I had saved on the cost of the hospital, as well.
#pumpkin answers#pumpkin writes#build a birth#pregnancy kink#labor kink#birth kink#public birth#clothing birth#car birth#birth denial
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And if you’re still open for story prompts and all…! Have you considered something like VR pregnancy but in the form of phone app? There’s a secret pregnancy app suddenly installed in your phone; at first you don’t know what kind of app it is until it gives you pop-up notification when a pregnant woman nearby…. Using the app, you can mess around with the woman’s pregnancy; accelerate the pregnancy, decrease or increase the amount of babies inside, to delay or fasten labor or birth… so imagine when you can make an overdue woman give birth using the app but pausing the birth during crowning moment, so she’s basically stuck in crowing position (forever) until you resumed it in your app
You know, this idea had been in my head for a while, but I never got the will to do it... until now.
Preggo Control (Part 1 of ?)
I don't how this app entered my phone this morning.
The developer's name does not exist anywhere in the website nor in the app store. I was 90% sure this could be malware. Yet, even though I could delete the app if I want to, the title of the app alone made it sound like it's worth keeping and using. The Preggo Control app sounded like something that I would use to truly live out my pregnancy fantasies.
Still, when I opened the app, it doesn't do anything, only telling me to find a heavily pregnant woman nearby. It's saturday and I'm not meeting anybody today, so I went out to my nearest local hospital first, since there's gotta be pregnant woman coming and going.
I went to the local cafe near the hospital and wait at the corner of the cafe, making sure my phone is not visible by anyone.
Soon enough, the phone pinged me and told me that there's a pregnant women nearby of all stages of pregnancy. The images of the pregnant women popped up, along with the description of the woman and their current location. I selected the furthest pregnancy near me and the list was expanded.
Name: Amelie
Pregnancy: 39 weeks, 4 days
Labor: Not yet (First contraction in 5 days, 4 hours, 11 minutes )
Baby: 1 (8.5lbs)
Current Activity: Final ultrasound checkup
Birth plan: Hospital
And the option: Would you like to control this woman's pregnancy?
I pressed yes and the options opened up, along with the video of that pregnant woman, currently just finishing her checkup with her hsuband and going back to their car. I can progress the pregnancy to up to 42 weeks and increase the size of the baby. I can also activate their labor and birth at any time and set a script of how it'll go. From where they give birth to what they wear. I can see that she's wearing gray leggings so need to change that and she's with her husband in the car.
With me wanting to watch something immediately, I wore my headset and prepared myself to start it.
I slowly increased her pregnancy to overdue and bumped the baby size to 10lbs after she was done with the ultrasound. She didn't notice a thing, so I'm in the clear. I activated the labor and gave her mild labor pains to unease her for a bit. I waited... and waited... and waited... until they're a bit far from the hospital and finally activating the birth process.
I can see her water immediately breaks and the contraction hitting her hard like a truck. The couple panics and then the husband quickly swerved back to the hospital. The woman starts pushing hard and I can see the baby quickly starting to tent out the poor woman's leggings. She reached down and felt the head bulging out and tried to get the pants off but couldn't, like the pants are stitched to her skins. She pushed again, the bulge getting bigger and the husband stepped on the gas hard.
I couldn't let them reach the hospital before the baby's born, so I made the woman push until the head fully came out between her legs. She kept screaming and felt the baby bulging out her leggings in panic.
They're getting close to the hospital, so I made her push hard and let the baby slip out into her pant leg, right after they pulled up to the ER.
I came... seeing the poor woman got hit by something truly out of control is worth my time and entertainment.
I packed up my stuff and went back home, satisfied by the outcome. "This is gonna be fun." I said to myself, staring at my new app.
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You don’t want to believe you’re in labor already, so soon? You have three weeks before your due date but you’re already feeling contractions.
You start to breathe deep breaths, trying to contain your nervousness. You know it maybe time, but you’re doing everything you can to prolong the inevitable. Spreading your legs surely wouldn’t rush this process, now would it?
You start to grind against the fabric that you’re sitting on, panties getting soaked in either your own wetness or your water about to break, but your eyes shut and you’re basking in the pleasant feeling.
“Oooh.” You moan out as you grind faster, your pregnant bump hitting the fabric. Your panties are now completely soaked from the thought of riding some cock. “Oh, God.” Your head tilts back as the feeling of grinding on something tough just instantly makes you orgasm.
You fall over for a moment in pure bliss, but the moment your hand reaches down to touch your panties, you can feel something between your legs. Maybe if you press down, it will shove the head back in? And you do so, ever so slowly you toy with the crowning head between your legs.
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Imagine ~
You’re a week overdue with this large and tight bump, the feeling of constricting clothes make you wear loose sweats and a sports bra, but it doesn’t help your leaky breasts that are aching to be squeezed.
You know by now you can be due anytime, the feeling of contractions have progressed. It makes you waddle and squat every few minutes, the only way pressure is released.
Spreading your legs, you can’t help but move up and down, allowing gravity to take its course. You slide your hand against your panties and against your pussy, pushing into your own hand. If you’re turned on enough ~ just maybe, it’ll speed things up.
“Oooo”. You mumble as another contraction hits, your hips rotate and your panting is more shallow. You feel the need to push as your hips rock, you let your body do its thing.
“Oh goooood!” You let out a slight cry as the labor intensifies, fluids start to leak down your leg, you know this is getting you closer. Suddenly you feel a bulge between your legs just resting on your panties, each excruciating push just gets you closer to ending this and able to get pregnant again.
You sit on your knees and push down the sweatpants, panties still against the head. As you slowly pull them down, the baby slides out with each passing push.
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This is what happens when you get knocked up but decide to stay on the team regardless. Here's to hoping that no one stops by to drop off equipment, or they might see you trying and failing to push out your baby into your tight little gym shorts. Should have taken them off when you had the chance, now you couldn't close your legs even if you wanted to, the head spreading you to and past the point of tears, but unable to go any further, your shorts already stretched to the maximum. You'd never wished more for the standard uniform to be more flimsy before, but you're wishing it now, the seams holding firm even as you push hard enough that you see spots in the corners of your vision.
#birth kink#birth denial#clothing birth#proof i can draw lol#and a little drabble but i didnt spend too much time on it so the quality isnt as up to par as i usually prefer#an ovum gotta sleep sometime
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“Oh fuck it’s coommminggg!”
I reach down between my spread legs as we drive to the hospital, just trying to hold my baby in. I’m panting hard before a contraction hits and I grunt loudly.
“HrggGgg!!! OH!”
A gush of fluids shoots out of me, soaking my seat. You beg me to hold on, but it’s too late. I push hard and the baby bulges between my shaking legs. I scream as the head stretches my underwear and maternity leggings. But it can’t get free.
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Kidnapped & Birthing
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Kidnapping, pushing the baby back in, birth denial, clothing birth, dark storyline
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You took deep breaths as you were bouncing on the birthing ball, the deep ache in your stomach as a contraction built up.
You'd read online about how masturbation was good for relieving pain during labour and you were up for any help.
Letting out a sigh as you rubbed the vibrator over your clit stretching your arms around your heavily pregnant, low stomach, moving in time with the bouncing and bringing yourself to orgasm just as the contraction hit.
"Ohhh! Yes right there!" You rode out the high, feeling the baby wriggle around inside you.
You couldn't let the labour get too far as you still had to go to the bank to open an account for savings for the baby. You'd promised yourself you'd do it before the baby comes so it was now or never.
You heaved yourself up from the ball and pushed the vibrator inside yourself, moaning as it rubbed your g-spot.
You quickly pulled on some tight panties and some leggings before getting your bag, the contractions were coming around every 20 minutes now but it was a 10 minute drive to the bank.
You used the remote control for the vibrator to turn it to a slow buzz inside you as you got in your car, grinding yourself against the seat searching for friction.
You start the drive, reaching a hand into your leggings to rub your clit, you got close as you pulled up to a red light.
"Yes!" You arched your back and threw your head back, thanking your tinted windows no one could see you orgasm.
The light turned to green and you were soon on your way again, getting to the bank in good time. When you move to get out your car a contraction takes your breath away. Only 12 minutes apart!
"Fuck come on baby, give mama a chance!" You hiss as your rub the contracting bump, you notice the feeling of pressure sitting lower in your hips as you stand up now.
"I hope the line is short!" You say under your breath. When you get in there only 4 people stood before you and a worker, why is only one window open? You groan internally but reach into your pocket to distract yourself with the vibrator.
You turned it to a rhythmed buzz, it got stronger as it went on, you bit your lip to keep the moan inside as you rubbed your thighs together.
The little pressure was enough to get you just close enough, leaving you right on the edge, but you had to step forward as the next person was served.
You felt the same pressure building up as you stood there again, the edging from the time before making the need to cum feel primal.
You were getting close again when the bank doors flew open and 5 men with masks on and machine guns in hand came running in.
"Get on the fucking ground now!" They screamed as they pushed people down.
You gasped and got on your knees, wrapping your arms around your stomach protectively.
"Everyone's gonna stay nice and calm whilst we do this, no sudden movements, no noise, no cops, no death!" One explained, like it was simple as they started getting money from the person at the window.
A contraction took a hold of you and forced a whimper out of you, drawing a masked man's attention.
"Did you hear what he said? No noise sweetheart, are you in labour? I've always wanted to watch a bitch struggle to give birth." He smirked as he put his foot on my stomach, his big boot digging into your skin and pushed you back to a sitting position.
"We could have fun here sweetie." He smirked under his mask and applied a heavy pressure onto your stomach making you open your mouth in a silent scream.
You groaned as you felt the baby move suddenly, a lot of the pressure you were feeling was now much lower down and was pushing against the vibrator.
You panted as the man bent down to pull your leggings down to your knees, he left your panties up but moved them to the side as he moved his fingers to your clit, gasping as he rubbed in small circles.
This paired with the vibration was enough to make you cum in 20 seconds, your back arching as a moan left you.
He moved back to your opening and pulled the vibrator out.
"Using this in public, naughty girl." He tutted and shoved 2 fingers into you he didn't get far before they hit something.
"Well well well." his fingers moving around inside you roughly.
He pushed his fingers deep inside you, taking your breath away.
"I can feel the head, don't you need to push?" He taunted, "I bet it would feel so good to relieve some of the pressure by pushing." His fingers kept working inside of you whilst his thumb played with your clit.
The overwhelming sensation made you cry out as you pushed with the next contraction.
The man chuckled at your efforts.
He removed his fingers and you pushed again, desperate for some kind of relief.
You felt something at your opening, something coming out! You reach around your stomach to feel the sac full of water, still intact and bulging out of you.
"Shall we keep the waters or would you like me to break them?" The man ran his fingers over the bulge, pushing it back inside you.
"Please break it!" You beg and reach for the vibrator, holding it to your clit, desperate for release.
The man dug his fingers into the sac roughly, trying to tear through it but mainly just pushed it back inside. "It's too strong, I can't break it." He said, giving up without really trying.
Another contraction forced your knees up and made you bear down hard, the head coming to your opening as you cry out grabbing everyone's attention.
"Hey shut the fuck up! Plug her up if she can't keep quiet!" Another suggested.
You threw your head back as your came mid contraction.
"Please help me up, the baby needs to come out!" You beg frantically.
"For fuck sake!" One of the men huffed and pushed the one at my knees out the way. He pushed your panties to the side and roughly pushed the head back away from your opening, forcing the baby back inside your womb.
You open your mouth to scream but a cloth is clamped over it instantly blocking your scream.
"Can I take this one?" The guy covering my mouth asked.
The man at my knees rolled his eyes. "If you really want to."
The man shoves the vibrator back inside you but your vision is blurring and you see him reach into a bag but don't see what he gets before you black out.
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When you wake you're overwhelmed with sensations, needing to push, feeling the vibrator and being on the edge of cumming.
You rub your thighs together, searching for friction as the feeling overtakes you and the orgasm hits you so hard your head spins.
You take some deep breaths for a few seconds and open your eyes, they dart around the dark room you don’t know.
You can’t see over your bump but you can’t open your legs, and there is tape over your mouth.
You come to a harsh realisation you’ve been kidnapped, you need to push and your legs are taped shut.
Your screams are muffled as you struggle, you manage to roll onto your side, your hands are taped behind your back so they are of no use.
You scream as you roll onto your front, the pressure pushing your baby down.
You took a deep breath and pushed yourself to your knees, taking a minute as a contraction pulled you from your thoughts.
You use your head against the wall to push yourself to your feet the gravity making the urge to push feel primal.
You scream and push, bending your knees and praying the tape breaks.
Against all odds, you feel the vibrator slipping allowing you to groan a relived sigh.
You look around to see the door and try to take a step, your legs are too taped to take even a tiny step so you have to hop, the first hop shoves the baby’s head between your pelvis and you suddenly feel very full.
The second hop dislodges the vibrator into your panties.
The sigh of relief is short lived though as on the third hop, it slips forward through your arousal and nestles against your clit.
“Mmmmm!” Your moans are muffled as your legs almost buckle under you.
By the 6th hop a contraction crashes with your orgasm.
You cry out, all the feelings are far too much for you to cope with.
You get ready to take the next hop, but you land with a pop.
Fluid trickles down your legs and you need to push.
You squat down with your legs taped together the head making its way to your opening with this push.
Your mind is racing.
You hop to the door, lurching forward with the pain, this seems to give the head more room, the baby crowning in your panties.
A scream rips out of you and you decide you can’t hop anymore. Your hands are working to wiggle the wasteband of your leggings down, but you can’t get them down far enough.
The vibration on your clit is building you closer once more as the struggle brings a lot of friction.
You use the door handle to hook your leggings onto and pull up.
You don’t get much room but with the next push the head bulges.
You’re panting through the pain, allowing yourself to stretch just as an orgasm hits and you push accidentally, the head popping out into your panties.
You know you don’t have room to birth any more of the baby out but you push again, feeling a shoulder start to emerge but go straight back inside when you stop.
You turn around and use your hands behind your back to open the door, hopping forward to pull the door.
Before you can turn around you feel something press against the head bulging in your leggings.
You gasp and tears fall down your face.
“That was beautiful sweetheart!” He chuckles and reaches inside your leggings to the vibrator at your clit, he rubs against it in small circles through your panties.
The action making your underwear tighter, forcing the head back inside you.
You shake your head but can’t hold back the moan as the orgasm barrels into you, the force making you contract involuntarily.
The baby comes out to the elbows.
“Oh god that’s good!” The masked man rubs himself through his trousers.
“I want to push that thing back inside you and watch you do it over again!” He moaned but you can’t stop yourself from pushing again.
Your panties are full, there is no more room.
He reaches inside his trousers and moans, “When I get close, I’ll let it out.” He continues to rub himself, picking up the pace after a few minutes.
He reaches into your leggings and pushes the vibrator to your clit, this is enough to have you on edge instantly. The orgasm washing over both of you has he pulls your panties to the side and you push the baby fully out into your leggings.
The crying hits you straight away and you cry with relief.
“Well that, sweet girl, was beautiful.” He took the baby out of your leggings and cut the cord with a pocket knife.
“I’m gonna keep you.” He kissed your cheek and retreated back out the door and up the stairs.
#birth denial#birth kink#giving birth#pushingbabybackin#clothing birth#kidnappedbirth#darkbirthstory#labour#water breaking#ineedtopush#birth story
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