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birthedstars · 4 months
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“The Duchy”
Birth Parlors are an extremely exclusive, and extremely underground business that have begun cropping up due to this advance in technology. There were little to no limits as to what could happen here…as long as you had the money. A patron could spend millions on customization in a single night on a single labor & birth experience or even a full package Impregnation experience. The amount of money this business made was unprecedented for such a taboo.
“The Duchy” was one of the most popular and untouchable Parlors in the business. As long as there were no bodies to bury, the doors stayed open and workers stayed employed.
Millie, A petite woman with pale skin and red hair, cries out in her room. She was a newer worker here and this was her first labor and birth. Her large belly quivers as her patron raises the intensity of the orgasm function on his remote.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" She said as she felt the pressure build in the base of her belly.
The man stroked his cock at the sight of the woman riding a dildo. "Yeah, pop for me, cmon!"
He specifically ordered to see an orgasmic labor and popping. That much Millie knew. Afterwards, a quick birth that he'd paid extra for Millie not to know about. Her entire body shook as she came and her waters burst around the thick dildo. She grasped her bump as it contracted hard.
“I-is there anything else you need sir?” Millie asked.
“Nah, part two is already starting,” the man groaned as he rubbed his cock.
Millie was about to ask what he meant, but a severe contraction took hold of her body. Her baby shot through her cervix as fast as lightning. Millie cried out and desperately hopped off the dildo, falling onto the room's couch. Instinctively, the young mother began pushing down on her unexpectedly fast coming baby.
“What did you order!” Millie shrieked as the big head forced open her tight pussy. Her whole body shook as the heavy babe spread her wide to the point she'd feel like she was going to tear.
Her pussy lips were drawn tightly around the head. The man smiled and jerked his cock as her labia strained to stay together. This is exactly what he'd paid millions for.
Kelcie, a more experienced birther next door, was groaning under the strain of labor and the need to cum.
Her body wasn't her own at this moment. It was this woman's, who rubbed her tits and throbbing clit endlessly.
“Let me give birth already,” Kelcie moaned softly. Her birth had been stalled at full crown for nearly an hour. Her affluent patron had her strapped up in a harness, legs spread and arms overhead for at least double that.
The woman caressed Kelcie's bump and tits hungrily with one hand and her fingers twisting Kelcies clit with the other.
“We still have so much time left, I want to savor you more,” the woman whispered.
Kelcie just let her head roll back and bear the brunt of the pain burning her pussy. Fluid squirted onto the ground around the big head. This wasn't the first time she had a birth stall, but god did she wish they'd turn off the pressure and pain sensitivity because it was maddening to push with no progress.
In a few rooms over, a group of white collar business men were hazing their new underling.
“We do this with all of the newbies, just gotta pump her full and enjoy the show,” one of the older guys said.
The young man stepped toward Zora, with his cock tenting through the zipper of his pants. Tense, he slowly thrusted his dick into Zora. His face scrunched as he felt her tight canal around him.
Zora trembled as the young man thrusted into her. It had to have been his first time with how hard he was trying not to cum within his first few thrusts. But it was no use, he came in huge, clearly pent up bursts of cum.
Zora had been pregnant before working at “The Duchy”, but she’d never experienced what was about to happen as the young man's seed took.
Her stomach bubbled, then began to swell. Swiftly and suddenly she felt her flat stomach rapidly grow from a pouch just below the navel to a giant round belly with a poked out belly button.
Zora's nails dug into the bed as the weight crashed onto her barely prepared body that still leaked cum. She gasped as her tits strained and leaked against her lingerie. Her legs flared out as the babe dropped into her pelvis. She groaned as her bump subtly twinged and movement fluttered beneath her palm.
Then, she felt a familiar pressure in the base of her taut stomach. Her stomach seized against her and then her waters burst onto the linen. Before she could process it, a huge head drove through her cervix.
“Too fast, too fast!” Zora shrieked.
As she cried out in pain, pushing on her rapidly grown baby, the salarymen jacked their dicks off at the sight of her. She pulled her legs back as the young man's baby quickly spread her pussy to a full crown. The burn encompassed her entire lower half.
Her back arched, poking her huge belly in the air. Zora shrieked as the huge babe popped out of her pussy in a rush of fluid. She fell into a heap on the bed, panting. The afterbirth didn't even have a chance to come out before the men started laughing and chatting again.The men then pushed another newbie forward.
In the basement, a large scale birth show was occurring. Dozens of patrons filled the seats, cheering and hollering as their entertainment spread their pussy wide for them.
Alex grasped their hands around the pole with a fully crowned head between their legs. Their low hanging belly, still full with three more babies, swayed stiffly as they bore down and sensually rotated their hips. They moaned in a showy manner despite their body dripping with sweat.
The patrons whistled as the quadruplet carrier slid up and down the pole. They pleasured themselves as fluid squirted around the shoulders and Alex moaned over the crowds clamoring. Their belly twisted and released in repetition until their first baby fell out of them, onto the cushioned floor of the stage.
The crowd shouted in celebration.
Alex's hand shot straight to their bump as one of the The Duchy employees gathered the child. The second baby was ready to make its rapid descent.
“Oh god, the second baby is comiiing!” Alex moaned into their mic. They slid down the pole and got onto their hands and knees. Their huge belly grazed the ground as they shook their ass. Soon after their waters burst for the second time in the night, making the crowd go wild.
Riley, “The Duchy"s owner watched from the box booth above the amphitheater as she rubbed her own swelling twin belly. She could hardly bear watching her beautiful workers have all of the fun. This was how she made her money and she wouldn't have it any other way.
But, she definitely needed to add some more new hands to the roster. People were becoming insatiable for new content. Time for a recruitment rally.
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sharkytootha03 · 1 year
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Hello, I’m a long time lurker, new poster. Ao3 doesn’t seem to have as much content as this, so I decided to switch over to here. Requests are always open, and there is very little I won’t write, but typically bursting/heavy gore. Enjoy the blog/writing ;)
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thehmn · 5 months
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Futuristic stories about robots are always like “The robots do all the jobs that nobody wants” which is the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. Loads of people want to do manual jobs. I know a guy who gave up his job at the post office to become a garbage collector. The worst job I ever had was at a travel company because I hated sitting on my ass all day. I much prefer being a cleaner. As long as we get a proper salary and aren’t worked to death we’re more than happy to do it.
What the stories should really be about is “The higher-ups don’t want to pay people so they made robots to do it. They started with manual labor and spread the lie that nobody wants those jobs anyway. You think your job is safe just because it’s seen as less dirty? They’ll find a way to replace you too”
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Tech workers spent a whole generation conceiving of themselves as entrepreneurs who bargained, nerd-to-nerd, with other entrepreneurs who needed workers as much as workers needed paychecks.
These workers allowed themselves to be convinced that being “extremely hardcore” — that is, working body- and mind-ruining hours (without overtime pay) was a badge of honor.
They let themselves believe that their bosses gave them gourmet cafeteria food, “on-campus” fitness centers and daycare because they were valued workers — and not because this created the conditions where workers could be induced to put in longer hours without additional pay.
They conceived of themselves as ascetic monks, a priesthood that labored every hour God sent to bring digitization to the world. Meanwhile, their bosses’ wealth soared, even as their own working conditions deteriorated.
Tech workers may be prone to the same rationalization and self-deception as the rest of us, but (like the rest of us), they aren’t fools. Anything that can’t go on forever will eventually stop.
As conditions and prospects worsened, tech workers’ identities as workers emerged from a generation-long coma. They penned manifestos, walked off the job, and formed unions.
-The proletarianization of tech workers: If there is hope, it is in the proles
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cyankeiya · 2 months
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Birth on the couch
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Tags: transmasc birth, waterbreaking, labor, unassisted birth, T4T couple
The weather outside was terrible. A heavy rainstorm made it almost impossible to drive anywhere. She doesn’t complain, in fact she fucking loves it when she gets to spend a whole day at home with her heavily pregnant boyfriend. 
The 22 year-couple was cuddling quietly with a blanket over them on their living room couch. He could feel contractions coming on when he was cuddling quietly with his girlfriend. He’d been overdue for a couple days now, and had been having contractions for that time. Right now, those contractions were coming in closer to each other now, around maybe 10 minutes apart. He wanted to tell her, but the way she had her arms around him warmly in the calm silence of the room while it was raining hard outside, he didn’t want to have to interrupt this moment of peaceful intimacy.
The laboring man groaned under his breath in response to the cramping pains. The woman opened her eyes and looked at her boyfriend.
“Hey, you okay?” She asked.
“Yeah…just a cramp.” He said. He kept his breathing soft and slow through the contractions passing over him and shifted his hips to ease some of the pressure accumulating. While he was focusing on his breathing, he could still sort of hear the thunder rumbling outside in the distance. He looked back at his girlfriend, whose arms were still around him, eyes closed and resting her head against his own. In his mind, he was hoping these were false contractions that would pass shortly. 
His thoughts were proven wrong, and suddenly interrupted by a strong contraction. He felt pressure intensify in his pelvis, followed by a gush of fluid soaking his pants. Shit, his water was breaking.The intense pain caused him to let out a louder groan which alerted his partner. She opened her eyes and lifted her head to turn to him, whose eyes were shut from the pain. 
“Babe? Are you sure you’re alright?” She asked, concerned. 
He groaned out, leaning his head further into his girlfriend’s shoulder. He pulled the blanket off of himself to reveal his big belly, as well as the the soaked stain which formed on the couch cushion underneath his pants. 
Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, you’re in labor?” She gasped. 
“I’m sorry…I thought it was just contractions, then…” He shook his head. He felt another contraction, the pressure becoming very immense in his pelvis, and he shut his eyes and grabbed his belly in response. “Oh god, it’s coming…!” 
“Hey, hey,” She cupped her partner’s cheek. “I’m here. Tell me what you need.” 
“I need you.” He whispered through a huff of pain. He gripped at her forearm desperately. “Please don’t leave me.” 
“I’m here, baby. I got you.” She assured him, hugging her laboring boyfriend closer. “I’m not going anywhere.” 
They pressed their foreheads to each other’s and breathed together. He wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s shoulders. He leaned his back against the couch pillows, pulling her with him and letting her lean over his body. He quickly stripped himself of his soaked pants and returned to sinking himself into his partner’s embrace. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as he could feel another contraction coming on. She kept a hand at the side of his belly under his shirt, gently rubbing massaging circles against the taut skin of his bump.
“You're doing incredible, baby.” She sighed, looking lovingly into her boyfriend's eyes.
“It fucking hurts.” He huffed through his gritted teeth. 
“I know, I know.” She gently kissed his sweating forehead. “You have me here with you.”
“I love you,” He breathed. 
“I love you too.” 
They pressed their lips together into a soft kiss. Then a few more kisses before they pulled away slowly to catch their breaths.
“Do you need me to call the midwife?” She asked. Hearing the thunder and heavy rain outside, He shook his head in response.
“I don’t think I can wait for her. Especially with the storm outside it’s not worth the trouble of making her drive here.” He said. From where he was laying, he observed out the glass window it was dark out and pouring hard outside with some lightning flashing. He put a hand on his hardened belly and looked back at his partner. “I’m sorry…I gotta push now.” He shut his eyes briefly and grunted at another contraction. “If it’s not too much for you to do, help me push this baby out. Please.”
She rubbed her partner’s aching belly gently. The couple had been seeing the midwife since they found out they were expecting. They’d been discussing birth options for him, one of them being a home birth either with or without the midwife’s assistance. She couldn’t deny she was nervous at the idea of having her boyfriend give birth at home without a midwife. But she loved him, and she had done enough research during the pregnancy journey to have a good idea of what to do once he got to this stage in labor. Seeing her partner in pain like this, urgent to give birth, she didn’t want to turn down what he was asking of him. He needed him, here and now.
“It’s not too much for me, honey.” She assured him. She grinned and nuzzled her face into his neck. “We’re gonna have a baby.” She whispered and let out a small laugh of excitement. 
“We are.” He smiled back. “Thank you. I love you so much.” 
“I love you.” She nodded and kissed his sweaty forehead. “So, so much.” 
“You think you can get a towel?” He asked. He didn't want to stain the couch more than he already did when his water broke.
“Yeah, and I’ll get some other stuff too. I’ll be quick,” She said and rushed to the laundry room to grab a towel. She grabbed an additional washcloth and a basin which she filled with water. She then went to the windows to close the blinds and curtains completely to help her boyfriend feel safe and less stressed with the crazy storm outside. She quickly returned back to her partner and placed the towel over the cushions where he was resting, then propped up the pillows on the couch so he could rest more comfortably. She returned to holding her laboring partner close as he endured more intense contractions as he was anticipating delivery very soon. 
She dipped the washcloth in the water and pressed it to his forehead to cool him. 
“Thank you, baby.” He said. 
“You need water?” She asked.
“Sure, yeah.” 
She grabbed the bottle of water on the coffee table and opened it. She lifted the bottle to his lips, and he took a sip. She lay back down with her partner, smoothing her hand gently over his large, uncomfortable belly, feeling their baby’s movements in his palm. She smiled and leaned over to kiss his bump. “Hi there. Mommy’s here. We can’t wait to meet you.” She whispered to their soon-to-be born baby. 
He smiled. He ran his fingers through his girlfriend’s hair as she rested her head on his stomach. He could feel another strong contraction coming on, and he gestured to her to lift his head up and lay right beside him to hold him tighter. She pressed her forehead to his, placing her hand at the side of his head.
He whimpered another cramping pain, desperate and clinging tightly to his partner. His breathing became shallow and quick as the pain of the contraction was still passing over him.
“Breathe,” She spoke softly. She brushed his locks with her fingers. He kept his focus on her eyes gazing softly at him, and he blew out slow breaths accordingly, trying to relax himself. 
“Breathe easy. You’re doing so good.” She continued.
“How much longer until I can push?” 
She checked his opening, and saw he wasn’t quite ready yet. “You’re almost there, baby, you’re at 8cm.”
He threw his head back into the pillow in agony.
“I know, I know.” She said, rubbing her labored partner’s belly with her palm again. “You’re so close.” 
“I know…” His eyes grew tired. “I just want my baby.” 
She nodded. “I want to meet ‘em too.” 
Once her boyfriend was fully dilated at 10cm, she had him spread his legs on the couch and pull them up to his sides. Finally, he thought. She crouched in front of him on the couch.
“You ready?” She asked.
“Yeah, I need this baby out of me,” He breathed. He smoothed his hand over his belly, then he looked back up at her. “But…are you ready?” 
Her heart was pumping fast. She wanted to do this right, to make sure he and the baby would be okay. “I just don’t want to screw this up.” 
“You won’t.” He assured him. “I trust you.” 
She nodded and held out his hand for him to grab onto. “Okay, when you have another contraction, start pushing.” She instructed.  
He groaned out as he pushed. It was a slow, hard first push. He gripped at the sheets with the hand that wasn’t holding her’s, and let out a gasping cry as he released from the force he exerted. “That was good, honey. Keep going.” She said. His contractions were very close to each other now. He couldn’t hold back from pushing almost nonstop through the tightening cramps. She wiped her struggling partner’s forehead with the soaked washcloth. 
“Can you see anything yet?” He panted.
“I see a head, and some hair.” 
“Okay, okay.” He breathed. He had another contraction, which signaled him to push again. He breathed his baby towards his birth canal, he could feel his thighs strain as he pushed through the intense pressure accumulating. She encouraged him as she held one hand out under where the baby’s entire head was leaving his body. Meanwhile, her other hand held her boyfriend’s hand in a tight grip. 
He started sobbing softly as he came down from the last hard push. He was so tired, sore, and drenched in sweat. He looked down and saw that there wasn’t a whole lot of progress made after minutes since he’d managed to push the head out, which made him more upset and succumb more to the agonizing pain. “I can’t do this, I can’t…” He shook his head. God, he sounded so desperate it was pitiful, he couldn’t help but wince at himself. 
She sighed with worry. She cupped her laboring boyfriend’s cheek and wiped his tears with her thumb. “Do you need to change positions?” 
“I don’t know…I’m so tired…” He panted. 
“You can rest for a bit. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” She rubbed his arm. “You’re in control here.” 
He didn’t speak, he spent a brief moment catching his breath and contemplating what he'd like to do next for this part of the delivery. “I can…get up and squat.” He said.
“I’ll help you up then.” She pulled his hand, guiding his body upwards to a squatting position. He slumped his body against her chest due to the baby weighing his pelvis down in this new upright position. 
“Ohhh that hurt…” He whimpered, holding his hand under his gravid belly. “God, this baby’s heavy.” 
“Hold onto me.” She continued and gestured for him to wrap his arms around her. She held his hands at his heaving belly for support. “Push when you have another contraction. Breathe through it.” 
He breathed and pushed through each contraction. He angled his hips when he needed to make sure the baby would slide out more smoothly. He continued to groan loudly through each exertion of force. She watched him intently and held him close to her body. She did what she could to relax and comfort him by kissing him and whispering to him sweet words of praise and encouragement. With struggle, he finally managed to push the baby’s shoulders out. 
“Oh god, hooooohhhhhh fuck…” He blew out a few huffs of breath in a state of overwhelm. He buried his head into his girlfriend’s chest and hugged her tighter, trying to stabilize himself on his squatted, trembling legs. 
“Easy, easy.” She said, rubbing his back. “You pushed the shoulders. That was so good, you’re doing so good.” She encouraged him. “You’re so, so amazing.” 
He laughed through a heavy, tired breath. “How are you so good at this?” he asked.
“I try. Anything for you.” She chuckled.
He looked down underneath himself to see his progress. The baby was out almost halfway. The man was so exhausted and sweaty, god, he felt so gross. In these next few moments of hard pushing, he let himself cry louder, even as much as to bite at the fabric of his girlfriend's shirt.
“Push, you’re almost there.” She said. She had an arm around her partner tight, while another held his hand out underneath him where the baby had exited halfway. 
“Get it out…FUCK!!” He exclaimed. 
“I got you,” She assured him. “I love you so much, baby. Keep going, you can do this.” 
With that, he pressed his hands to his thighs, yelling out as he gave a hard push into her hand, which was gently holding the baby’s head. The baby was almost free from his body.
“That’s it…keep pushing…you’re almost there…” She exclaimed. “PUSH!!” 
He cried out for her and gripped at the back of her shirt through this last, final hard push until he felt the baby completely freed from his body followed by a gush of fluid. His shut eyes opened to see the squirming, wailing newborn held in her hands. 
“You did it, honey,” She gasped. “Our baby's here.”
Their baby was born perfectly healthy. The sight made her father sob uncontrollably. 
“There you are,” He sighed. His girlfriend placed the baby into his arms to hold close to his chest. “Thank you…” He laughed through tears of joy, relief, and gratitude for his partner. He looked back up at her, and saw tears welling up in her eyes. 
With her arm, she brought her boyfriend very close to her, with their new baby held between their chests. The woman pressed a soft kiss to her man’s forehead. “Thank you,” She smiled back. 
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therrerium-valkryonia · 2 months
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Can you do a story where a heavily pregnant woman with twins experiencing an orgasmic birth with a lot of squirting going on. Her husband finds it hot and begin to jerk off to her silently and cumming in his pants 🥵
I can try, hopefully it meets your expectations.
Ecstacy Waves
Tw: 18+ only, no minors allowed here.
It was an early morning, cozy and silent with husband and wife slept together in their bed meanwhile Joanne is rudely awoken by pain, she began to moan quietly and began to rub then slowly reach to under her panties.
Her mind ran to pleasure, she rubbed into it pushing in two fingers and softly thrusts up through her canal as she gently caresses in, massaging up while she gasps softly.
Rushing in waves of sensation and pleasure, slowly massaging her tightening womb with each tightening contraction ever making her more ingested in the senses, she moan soft.
Slowly excreting in fluid and semen, all for a taste of her bodily sensitivity and to hasten herself into an ecstatic state, the pressures wavered and rose as her chest expands with each deep gasp of air and each release.
As the moment goes on, her fingers pushing deeper and harder with her reaching a peak pure of ecstacy, an enourmous splash spilled between her thighs with viscous warmth.
Once the baby drops, she taps her husband "Honey, I t- oouhh Yep my waters broken" as then his lifts his head and immediately walks over to the mat and grabs the neccesities.
Supporting up her back, she stands up and waddles her way out into the living room as signals of ecstacy rush to her canal, a tight pressure makes her sensitive body tremble.
As she leans her back onto a wall her breath slow and lustful, massaging her round bump trying to hasten the babies to her will and to pleasure herself as the pierce through her.
She arches her back, her chin onto her chest while moaning as she spreads her legs with lowering rushes of weight closing in, a deep intimate pulse of intense lust washed in.
Lowering her grasp on her belly, she waddles onward to the middle of the room as he walks into the room and lays down a mat onto the floor as she lies into a laid down position.
Slanted and her arms behind her back, she sways her hair as she spreads her legs and begins to groan with harmonius pleasure a contraction wrapped around her and a low grunting slipped her lips.
Her babies we're huge and she was too, a hanging belly and swollen leaking breasts although she enjoyed the sensitivity it had brought for her body, so she savored it.
As she grunted in pleasure, her husband checked her dilation and immediately an abnormal wet hairy bulge expanded her.
He stepped back and watched, she let an enormous moan out and bore down hard, watching in full consumed intimacy a hit instictually made him hard, he reached in.
Holding his shaft as she pushed down in pleasure, exclaming "Oh~ I f- Aahh!~ Ouh" rubbing it down and breathing rough.
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Fifteen or so minutes later, she's crowing pulsating and spilling in fluids with rising pleasured moans, "Ooouuhhh~ Hhhaaa- Glooriousss! It's sooo gooooddd!" As the husband begins roughing up himself.
The head spills out, she bursts in fluids & creamy semen which puddled inbetween, roughing up his shaft & breaths rapid fully intoxicated with conflicting feelings.
As the baby twists and stretches it's head, huffing out in pain and moaning in glorious ecstacy, her head pulled back whilst both shoulders slowly stretch through.
"Auhhh!~ Mnnffhh~ Auuhh it's too much!" pleasure rushed but began to tire her out, shoulder after shoulder and as the chest bursted out and the baby slid out of her.
Exshausted she had a rest, the hormones remained but she couldn't gasp in air nor properly breath, so laid onto her back and pressed both hands into her belly.
Began to squeeze down the baby, the man quietly jerked and moaned as he released creamy fluids all over his crotch, she began moaning again but with struggle.
"Ou- Ahh~ Ha- aahhh! Oh, it's soo BIG!" the second baby was slowly traversing through, whilst he finally noticed her struggling.
He helped out with one hand, carefully he placed it onto her belly and shifted his full strength and weight onto her belly, she had begun to jerk and groan "OoohhHhhh!~ it's BARELY fitting! Uooohhh!" .
She began spewing fluids and semen, the crowning began to process and moved on quickly to a huge spurt of the head, then a panicked wife blabbered "Ow! Somethi- Ah! Hoo- Uwooohhhh~ wrong!".
He jerked and spewed his seed, then slowly sneaking over and saw the shoulder would barely budge, so he helped with one hand, a gentle tug of the head and the arms flew out.
"AAAAAAHHHH!~ Oh, it's bu- ouuhhh~ but I- feel so GLORIOUS! Ouuaaaaahhhhh!~" as the abdomen slipped out and the baby shot onto the father's lap, as the wife exshautedly was trembling and wriggling as the pain came in.
"OUH! SHIT IT'S BURNING, A- CALL THE AMBULANCE OH, F- AAAHHHHHHH!!" a panicked husband grabs his phone, calling whilst he hoped for her safety.
"911 what's your emergency?" he responds "Yeah, my wife just finished a hombirth but somethings wrong, apparently she's feeling burning pain after the labor, please Hurry!"
"Is she bleeding sir?" He turns to see blood pooling from her "Yes! She is! JUST HURRY!"
"Alright sir? Adress and they'll be there in time" responding fast "xx-xxx-xxx xxxx- xxx xxxxx, Please hurry!" as the caller says "They'll be in under 8 minutes! Hold on!".
The ambulance comes and saves the day.
(I'm not that dark, not yet anyways & sorry for being late things have been very busy! Thanks for your patience and thank you so much!)
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pregnantbfdiyuri · 22 days
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Sloppy concept doodles... I thought of this and had to doodle it out a little bit maybe I might make a full fledged comic one day but for now take these doodles. Basically flower runs a fashion boutique and I thought of an idea where one day while Flower's working and greeting customers her water breaks and she starts going into labor behind the counter, trying to have at least a little bit of privacy at the most inconvenient time... It's way too late to go to the hospital cause this baby wants to come out now. Fortunately lollipop is usually there helping her out around the shop so she's there to see her children be born and be there to support flower.
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mpregstory · 11 months
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TRAM
Student life is hard. I would not have thought that at the age of 25 I would not have started a permanent apprenticeship. It's 3 p.m. and I still got my tram. It's totally full and I only got a side seat next to a guy. He must be around 30 years old. Next to his jogging pants and his sweater, both of which are black, I notice his large stomach which causes his right leg to press against mine. He looks stressed and I keep hearing him moan. It's not loud, but noticeable. We drive a few minutes and after he takes a deep breath I whisper to him: „Hey man, are you alright?“ he recognize me and says: „Yes, I'm actually fine. Just some strong baby kicks and a full bladder, damn.“ His leg presses against mine again. I take off my headphones and look at him. "Must be far, right? How long do you have to drive?” He turns his head to me and I look into his ocean blue eyes. "About 30 minutes left, I just have the feeling I can't last that long. It's all so stressful." He seems really stressed. Should I let him go with me for a moment? I live right around the corner. „Hey boy, maybe you can use my toilet? My place is next stop. Then it's just a few minutes to my apartment. Wouldn't really be a thing.“ I smile a bit. "Oof I don't know. Only if you really don't mind. I'm a little embarrassed, haha" When he laughs, his whole stomach shakes with him. I lean towards him and whisper: "I don't mind." Then I get up and ask "Shall I help you to stand up?" He declines with thanks and slowly stand up after me and I see big baby bump again. It’s enormous.
My pace adapts to the man and I ask politely: "Hey, what's your name?" The sunlight gives his curly brown hair a red tinge. "I'm Phillip. What about you?" I have to smile again. "Hey Phillip, I'm Max, like Maximilian, but Max is fine, nice to meet you. Don't worry, there are only a few steps left." He groans once more. "You have no idea how grateful I am that you let me use your toilet. You really are an angel!” We cross the street and enter my place. He takes longer to climb the stairs to the second floor but I wait for him. „This is my front door. I actually live in a shared apartment, but my roommate is on vacation. I'll tell you after you're done where you can and can't go haha. Um...your-...your water won't break, right? The parquet floor was really expensive, haha” He has to laugh a little. "I don't think. It's embarrassing enough that I'm here, Max" he smiles and enters the bathroom. I take a seat at my table and drift into thoughts and for some reason my thoughts find themselves in Phillip's eyes. Those ocean eyes. He's already a cutie. Under other circumstances maybe even crush potential. But I don't know if I would be ready to have a child at my current age. But his face is very attractive- "-Max?" My thoughts fall apart and I'm back to reality. "I'm here, oh man, sorry I was on my mind. How are you?” Phillip comes to me: “Much better, thanks again. It's so warm to be honest.” I look at his sweater. "No wonder, also black." I get up and get drinks from the fridge. "Do you have a problem with me taking off my sweater for a moment?"I shake my head briefly and reach for the soda, then turn back to Phillip who is just pulling his sweater over his head. I see a large tattoo below his navel, a pierced nipple and Calvin Klein underpants, as well as his bulge which is accentuated a little by taking off his clothes. "Nice Tattoo, oh there are more…"
"Yeah haha, I'm glad my stomach didn't stretched them that much. You know, it wasn't all planned." I let Phillip sit down next to me and he grabs the soda as I said. "I know the question is weird, but how old are you?"I try to keep eye contact because I'm just fascinated by the color of his eyes. "Actually 32, what about you?" He takes a sip and looks at me expectantly. "Um...I'm 25, studying. What do you do for a living?” I delve into that face again. "Well, currently on parental leave, but otherwise I'm a graphic designer. I've only been feeling uncomfortable at work lately due to my back pain when sitting at the computer all day. I'm glad to have some free time now. Oh, did you still want to learn today or something? I don't want to disturb, you know-" I immediately interrupt: "What?, no, haha, you're not disturbing me and you can stay longer if you want. A little company and such. In addition, I always find it great to meet new people who are hot, uh, likeable, yes yes" he laughs and then leans slightly towards me while looking straight in the my eyes and says, "So hot? So that's what it looks like. Cute.”
It was really unbelievable how well we both could have conversations and small talk quickly turned into hours of conversation. In addition, sparks jumped between us, which was even more incredible. What an afternoon.
It's already getting dark and it's just like jumping back into reality and I realize that I can't and don't want to let Phillip go outside alone anymore. I get up and grab the toast. "Hey, do you want some toast? Then I'll do several.” I can hear a slight mumbling behind me and turn to Phillip who, with his eyes closed, is pressing his right hand to his stomach. "Everything okay?" His chin presses against his chest but he slowly answers "Yeah, just braxton hicks again like this afternoon on the train. Yes, I'll take two of the toasts too." I let Phillip breathe and take care of the food. "Well I only find it responsible if you sleep here tonight. I don't want to send you home now. You are so alone and fragile. Would that be okay?” Phillip seems to regain his composure and looks me straight in the eyes. "Okay, if that's okay with you? I'll take the couch back there-" I interrupt Phillip directly, "No no no you get my bed I can sleep on the couch. No arguments.” Phillip laughs a little and even gives me a reassuring smile as I put our toasts on the table.
I got both sleeping places ready and did the rest of the household chores and then somehow ended up with Phillip, both of us in our underpants, brushing our teeth in the bathroom. It was a difficult situation. From time to time his stomach touched mine and of course I biological reacted and I had to constantly watch not to get hard. Despite everything, there was also a lot to laugh about.
I wash my mouth and put my toothbrush back in my mug as Phillip's gaze captures me again. It's an intense moment and we get unusually close. He's a little taller than me but leans in and kisses me. I can not move. I just feel his soft lips on mine and my arms automatically go to his neck. It's weird, but I want it. I'll let it. Eventually our lips part and I escort Phillip to my room. "If anything, I'll be right next door, yes? Make yourself comfortable and with that I think I'll say good-" Phillip grabs me and throws me onto the bed. I'm startled and lie on the bed with my legs apart. I then assume that I will not sleep on the couch and at the latest when Phillip starts to mount me and we both get hard, I knew exactly where this is going...
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You swallow over your knuckles in your mouth, hissing with each breath. Your boyfriend holds you, shaking your shoulder with concern. “Why the fuck did you do that?”
“I-If I got hurt, it’d be ok because I can take it.” You give a shaky thumbs up, before pain grips you again with a groan. He holds onto you tight.
“Do I look like I know what to do?? What if you get hurt?”
You lean your head against his chest, whining. “I’d rather you be here.” He looks down with worry, gripping you tighter. Another cramp seizes you as your back arches. He slips your hand into yours, giving it a gentle squeeze.
In order to get close to the monster, to even hit him, you needed to get close. And as you did, with its appendages sliding over you forcefully you knew what it wanted. A thick one pushed back into your throat, pulsing gently as more moved across your hips and ass, trying to find its entrance. You just needed to get close enough, you had one shot to hit this thing. Dragging closer, Your clothes are peeled off your body. One the size of your fist ruts hard against your ass, pressing insistently. Something’s pumped down your throat. It makes your vision blur, the things rubbing harshly over your legs feeling vaguely pleasurable now. You feel like it’s trying to break your jaw as it forces deeper, the one at the back painfully breaching your ass. With a gagged cry it plunges deep, rubbing against your insides slickly. It rummages deeper, going farther than you thought possible. Thank fuck it wasn’t anyone else, this might not be survivable. Bright pain fills your stomach, and the thing grinds into you, thrumming and pushing. Your cock is limp against your leg, and something light and thin takes it, stroking over it. The contrasting pain and pleasure makes your vision almost white out, your dick getting hard against your wishes. You ball your hands into shaky fists, and the things stop for a second, observing you. You’re not close enough to do anything, you can’t move yet. You sob as the one deep inside you thrusts again, the pain sparking. The smaller one rubs lazy circles around your tip, feeling almost uncomfortable. It rubs over your slit, and your eyes flick down as more come in from the sides to restrain you. The tip slowly dips inside of you, and your hips and arms immediately move, rejecting it. The monster stills you, pressing deeper with a horrible stretching pain. You’ve had things in your ass, but never here. The pain is unfamiliar and your body screams in rejection as it slides so deep you feel like it must have met the other inside you. Sharp pain bites inside you again, and it starts to thrust, slowly. You cry out, trying to bite on the unyielding rubbery object in your mouth. Your stomach feels like it flips as the one in your ass moves impossibly deeper, snaking its way through. A thick warm huge lump the size of a watermelon rests at your ass, as you really start to freak out. You clench, trying to keep it at bay as it’s forced into you painfully, screaming. Your legs are spread, and it feels heavy and unyielding as it horribly spreads you, popping inside. It works its way deeper, an uncomfortable lump resting inside you, visible from your once flat stomach. As another meets your ass, a worse pain comes as something tries to come into your cock. You try moving your hips away desperately again, gagging as it presses hard into you. You feel it inch into your head, then through your shaft as another presses at the tip again. You hope this ends soon.
He gently rubs your back. “You’re so stupid. We could have done something, anything but this.” You take heavy breaths against him, shaking, the new pain too much to say anything. You’ve been filled, way too much than what should be possible, and your body’s trying to push everything out in rejection, even though it’s settled and grown inside of you. Another pain blooms up your back as your legs shake, hugging your boyfriend. “It needs to come out, honey.” You shake your head. Nobody should have to see this, he was supposed to deal with it alone. The objects in you feel like gravel against your insides. You’ve been alone for hours, your body can keep it in for just a few more until you’re alone. Another horrible pain hits you, you feel something shift painfully.
“n-no…” The monster was killed, your goal accomplished and nobody else hurt. He looks at you with a deep worry, propping you up against his chest.
“You need to, you’re in pain.” You know it’s going to hurt worse coming out than it did going in, the objects have only grown. He gently lifts up your legs despite your protests, and you feel something huge almost brush against your spine. You choke out a sob, and he squeezes your hand, kissing your forehead. “C’mon, please.” You bite your lip, another hard cramp hitting you as one of the objects shifts lower.
“I can’t... J-just let me wait until we get home-“ Another groan as a new pain hits, the object settling heavy against his hips. It rests uncomfortably against the bone, and your boyfriend gently presses into your ass with his fingers, opening you up gently. Pain radiates up your back. You hold onto him as you groan, his fingers meeting the smooth surface of the object. It’s an egg, hard and unyielding. You grip onto his arm as your body forces it lower against your will, your hips aching. It gets caught there, refusing to move lower for now. He can see the egg’s shell as you shake against him. He rubs your stomach.
“Push, honey. I can’t see you like this…” Another pain rolls through as your body forces you to bear down, as you hold your breath. The egg painfully comes to a crown, getting caught and scraping against bone.
“I-I want it b-back in… I can’t do this…” He kisses over your forehead as you breathe through your teeth.
“Keep going, honey.” He rubs against your lower stomach as another horrible pain hits, and you can do nothing but sob as the egg refuses to move.
“ Please…” Another sharp pain, and you push, your hips spreading impossibly far only for it to shift down a small centimeter. His hands press uncomfortably on your stomach, and he finds the fat end of the stuck egg. He gently pushes as you scream immediately, clenching hard. “n-no.. stop please…” He looks down at you pitifully.
“It needs to come out, I can’t watch you be in pain like that.” He squeezes your hand, pushing again. Your back arches as you try and hold it in, the egg grinding against your hips as your body and his hand work against you. With a sharp crack, pain fills your body.
“FUCK! S-STOP!” He jolts his hand away. Your fractured hips rub together painfully as your body continues to contract, the egg now pressing at your hole. A sharp, new pain hits. Your cock stirs impossibly, you should be in too much pain to be getting hard. Your boyfriend looks down at you as your eyes are glued shut, as something shifts in you. You cry out again, the egg causing your ass to wink as you feel pain like you’re about to split open. The fiery hot pain comes to rest as an egg sized lump against your crotch, behind your cock. You cry out, holding onto him as the urge to push rolls through you. “Something’s happening-!”
He holds you, unsure, as more pain and pressure builds at your crotch. “…Calm down, ok?” You groan, arching your back as it feels like the pain is squeezing through into the base of your cock, the round orb being visible.
“…oh god” He swallows thickly as you openly cry, your cock throbbing thickly against your stomach, refusing to let anything move further. Your hand moves down to your cock, and you desperately try to squeeze the egg back into you, the pain too much to deal with. It proves resistant, the second you inch it lower is accompanied by blinding pain. “stop doing that. You need to keep pushing.” You whine. Your body does it for you, another egg seeming to weave through you painfully, pushing the other into your cock.
“n-no!! stop it!” The egg is fully in, a bulge very visible as your cock stretches around it. A painful urge at your back tells you to push, your body insistent that both eggs leave. A weak push at your ass and immediately the one in your cock decides to move, with a scream. It rests painfully at your head. You thrust, crying out as the egg crowns and then keeps slipping back inside. It’s too big but the pain is too much to deal with. Another egg pushes into your cock impatiently as you sob. The urge to push again, harder as you bear down. The egg peeks out with all the effort you can muster, the tapered tip visible before you relax and it slips back inside with a cry. Another pain coming up from your stomach, another egg. There are three in your cock now, it’s incredibly painful and the first one is blocking their exit, the pressure building impossibly. Your head is stretched to the maximum, the soft yellow of the egg showing, but it refuses to stretch further, blocking its only exit. Another egg. It feels like you’re about to scream again as the fourth pushes in, there’s no room in your cock for four eggs. You see more of the egg slip through, but your head still refuses to stretch. You push, the egg slowly making its way through. “It’s n-not gonna fit!!” You say with a sob, pushing as hard as you can. With a sharp pain, an egg slips past another inside you, and you cry out, not stopping your pushing in desperation. The pressure is unbearable as more and more eggs line up behind it. You cry, pushing and pushing with little progress. Then another horrible urge hits you, the urge to cum. You jerk yourself off quickly, crying as you touch your cock, the bulges in it palpable. Your boyfriend watches you with concern, his hand slowly going to replace yours, jerking you off for you. He gently pumps you, and for a moment the pressure worsens painfully. You whine as he keeps pumping you, and with two more strokes you cum, the egg popping out while cum dribbles out of you. He kisses you, rubbing over your stomach as eggs slowly push out of you with the cum. The one at your ass sits there hard and heavy, your body clenching and pushing around it impatiently. He finds the end of it again, gently pushing. It makes a small crown, but can’t go any further without you pushing. It inches out, and something in him pops as he loses concentration. Something in his stomach moves and heaves.
“You need to. leave.” You say with a whine, the egg blocking the creature's exit.
“I’m not leaving you, honey.” You wail as it descends, resting at his aching hips.
“I need to push, please. Please I don’t want you hurt.” It presses hard against his hips, and he cries. “STOP!” The egg rests impatiently inside him, as this big creature places tons of pressure right on his hips. “It’s coming, please go. Oh my god please.” You clench around it, trying to slow it as it painfully pushes the egg out. It stretches, slowly coming to its widest point before sinking back inside. You cry out, bucking your hips. The egg’s really starting to become painful.
“I’m not leaving you.”
“n-no.. it’s coming please…” He kisses over you as the egg pushes out again, this time slowly popping out with a slick noise. He sees that the egg’s huge, and something even bigger is currently exiting. You get the urge to spread your legs as it barrels down lower, pushing as it quickly spreads you fully. It’s far too big to exit like this, and you cry as it continues to push even when you stop. A slick tendril pops out of you, pulling its way out as you cry, something tearing painfully before the mass slides out of you. He kicks it away.
“You did it honey. You’re so great, thank you.” He kisses you, holding you as you cry. “I love you so much.”
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preggobirthing · 12 days
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An idea just popped into my head:
We've all seen the classic "bride/groom going into labor during the wedding" but what if instead it's the officiant that goes into labor (bonus if they were hiding the pregnancy)
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mommymidwife99 · 24 days
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Kate & Jack ( from Lost)
Kate and Jack 
The last thing they ever expected was to have another baby on the island. 
Jack absolutely would never have agreed to anything other than a hospital birth, but on the island their options were, beach, jungle or cave. 
At this point, Kate was opting for cave, at least it was a bit more private and quiet than the other locations. She’d been having contractions for nearly two days but her progress was painfully slow. She was only 4 centimeters yet her contractions were coming every 5 minutes. 
Kate anxiously paced the cave, stopping to lean on a wall or curl around Jack with each contraction that furiously gripped her body. 
Jack was growing more and more restless with each contraction that wracked Kate’s body. He held her close, applying strong counter pressure to her hips as she groaned. “ Kate.. I  think we should break your water..” he suggested a bit shyly 
“ are you sure?” Kate asked surprised by the idea 
“ I’m sure” Jack answered more confidently “ you and the baby can’t keep this up for too much longer” 
Jack helps Kate lay down on the bed they’d set up a few days earlier. She pulls her knees up as Jack moves her sundress up over her rounded belly. He slowly slips one hand inside her and grips her bag of waters. 
She gasps and her face twists in discomfort as his large hand stretches her tight hole a bit. 
“ nnngh” Kate grunts as her water pops and susequebtky soaks a large area under her. Jack removes his hand, wipes it off and helps Kate sit up. As she rises she’s immeasurably greeted by the strongest contraction she’s felt yet “ ooooh fuuuuuck “ she moans loudly, squeezing Jacks hands tightly.. she shifts her weight side to side moaning until the contraction ends. Then she returns to standing , using Jack for support. Her contractions quicken and she can’t help but moan loudly through each one. Jack does his best to ease some of the tension in her body, but it’s becoming more and more difficult. 
Not long after sunset Kate starts to grunt as yet another wave wracks her body. “ fuuuuuck there’s sooo much pressure!” She cries digging her fingers into jacks shoulders. He grimaces and bites his lip 
“ I need to push” Kate yells as the contraction peaks. 
“ no! No, Kate just breathe!@ Jack says frantically “ we need to make sure you’re fully dilated first” 
“ nnnngh!” Kate grunts but resists until the contraction ends. Jack kneels down in front of her, letting her keep her hands planted firmly on his shoulders. He rubs the underside of her firm belly with one hand as he inserts two fingers of the other. He doesn’t have to go far before he feels a hard wet mass. His eyes bulge and Jate catches his look of terror @ what?@ she asks anxiously. 
“ I feel the head” Jack chokes out 
Not a minute later Kate opens her legs apart wider and bends her knees into a slight squat as she bares down hard. She groans and shakes as she feels the baby descend deeper into her birth canal. Jack stays kneeling in front of her, one hand between her legs waiting to feel the head. 
“ oooh my gooooood!! “ Kate yells as the babies head slowkybstarts to part her pulsing lips. 
“ that’s it Kate! Just like that!” Jack yells excitedly as he watches the slightest bit of the baby emerge. As Kate grunts, her face turning red and dripping with sweat, Jack grows a bit frantic, noticing that the baby appears to be bald. 
“ Kate ? Stop pushing!” 
“ what? Why?” Kate growls in frustration “ pressure!!” She grunts. 
Jack slips his fingers between the baby and Kate’s pulsing skin and confirms his fear 
“ the baby is breech” he says, locking Kate’s gaze 
Kate yells and pushes as hard as she can. Her legs shake an sweat 
pours off her face. But the baby doesn’t move much. 
Kate pushes for over an hour with no progress. Jack calls for Sawyer and Locke. Jack helps Kate to sit down on the cot. He sits behind her, wrapping his arms tight around her tired, sweat soaked body.he wraps his hands under her thighs and pulls her legs open wide. Locke sits at the foot of the cot watching to see if the baby moves as Kate pushes again.
Kate’s hands twist tightly around jacks  muscular forearms land he winces as her nails slice his skin. 
Jack looks answer and tell him to push on Kate’s stomach when she gets another contraction. 
Kate groans and turns her face into Jacks chest. Sawyer puts his hands on her hard round belly and pushes downwards. Kate screams and tries to slam her legs closed as Locke slips his hands inside her pulsing hole. The baby moves down a bit, finally starting to stretch Kate’s tight skin open more. 
“ come on Kate! You can do this!” Jack encourages anxiously. He can’t stand to see Kate in this kind of agony. “ OOOOWWW!!” Kate screams as she pushes, and the two men help the baby move some more.twenty torturous minutes later Kate’s vagina is stretched so wide she keeps screaming that she’s tearing. She thrashes around and yells at Jack for having done this to her. She wails as she bares down hard, fighting every signal in her body that tells her to turn away, and with Lockes’ help the babies middle pops out.Kate sobs as the rest of the baby is slowly tugged free of her tortured opening. Taking a long time to catch her breath as the baby lays on her heaving chest. 
All three men are just stunned at their experience. 
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Remember when tech workers dreamed of working for a big company for a few years, before striking out on their own to start their own company that would knock that tech giant over?
Then that dream shrank to: work for a giant for a few years, quit, do a fake startup, get acqui-hired by your old employer, as a complicated way of getting a bonus and a promotion.
Then the dream shrank further: work for a tech giant for your whole life, get free kombucha and massages on Wednesdays.
And now, the dream is over. All that’s left is: work for a tech giant until they fire your ass, like those 12,000 Googlers who got fired six months after a stock buyback that would have paid their salaries for the next 27 years.
We deserve better than this. We can get it.
-The proletarianization of tech workers: If there is hope, it is in the proles
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cyankeiya · 24 days
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Imagine: Birth at night
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Tags: 18+ only!! snowstorm weather, pregnant sex, sex-induced labor, explicit birth material, unassisted birth, breastfeeding
The weather outside is terrible in the middle of January, a heavy snowstorm which made it impossible to drive anywhere. Your husband doesn’t complain, in fact he fucking loves it when he gets to spend a whole day at the house with you, his pregnant spouse. 
It’s early evening, it’s getting dark out. The snow is still falling heavily outside. You and your husband are making out on the couch in the warmth of your home, being all sweet and affectionate and telling the other how much you love one another.
“Babe, please,” You pant between kisses, “Please fuck me.”
“Okay," He says. You quickly strip each other of your clothes and lay back down on the couch. He usually has you laying on your side when you have sex, making sure your back isn’t flat on the bed while you’re still so pregnant.
“Are you comfortable?” He asks. “Are you cold at all?” 
“I’m good, I feel really good.” You nod. You turns to face your husband, cupping his face. His gentle, loving gaze, full of want and love and lust, makes you horny. “Please, babe, get inside me.”
He lifts your thigh, panting hot breaths in your ear as he pumps his cock slowly in and out of you, “Ahh~!” You whine out and you buck your hips back against his front.
“Is this good for you, baby?” He asks.
“Yes, it feels good,” You nod breathlessly, filled with so much need for him. “Harder, babe, harder, please.”
“You’re so gorgeous,” He huffs. His hand lifts your thigh further up so he can thrust himself in a little faster as you want it. Soft moans escape your lips with each slow, gentle thrust of his hips.
You and your husband’s whimpers and moans fill the room. You plead and beg for your husband to fuck you harder, faster. Your cries for him just makes him so horny, and so he gives you what you want, thrusting his cock in as hard and fast as you beg for it, but careful enough that it doesn’t hurt you while you’re still so pregnant. And you feel so good and so comfortable, as you reach closer and closer to climax.
“Ohhhh, I’m gonna come…” You moan.
“I know, baby, me too.” He huffs. “Fuck, I’m gonna come inside you.” 
“Please, ahhhhh~!” You whine out as you come, with your husband groaning in your ear as he’s coming inside of you. You’re so sure that the spurt of his cock is going to impregnate you a second time. 
You both pant heavily, trying to catch your breaths. You struggle to turn your heavily pregnant form around to face your husband, so he reaches his arm out to gently guide you. You’re facing each other now, his hand brushing your hair from your eyes.
“How was that, baby? How are you?” He asks. 
“I’m okay.” You assure. “I’m great. But, fuck, that's gonna put me in labor."
“If your water breaks, I’ll help you out, I promise.” He says. The streets outside are closed, so it wouldn’t be possible to drive to the local hospital. He smiles and cups your face. “I love you.” He speaks softly, kissing your lips. “Love you, honey. Love you so much.” 
“I love you too,” You whisper back. 
You started having contractions a couple hours before you were getting ready for bed. You told your husband, who asked if you were possibly going into labor. You said that since your contractions were still far apart at the time, you’d initially thought that you’d get to sleep through it, maybe you'll end up having to possibly give birth sometime tomorrow later in the day. 
No, they’re coming closer with one another. Almost the middle of the night, and it’s no doubt you're in labor. You lean back against the pillows, panting out the contractions as they pass over you. Still up, you look out the window through the blinds which aren’t fully shut. The sky is a dark grey-purple, the air is quiet as the snow continues to fall heavily outside and cover the ground in a thick white blanket.
You then look at your husband, who is asleep next to you. You don’t want to wake him up, but you know you should. Because 1) this is his baby you’re having, and 2) He promised he'd help you with this
Suddenly there’s an immense amount of pressure in your pelvis. You’re hit with a hard contraction, you clutch your belly and yell out in the dark of your bedroom. You feel that fluid has gushed out between your legs and soaked your shorts. He wakes up to the sound of you yelling, sleepily reaching for the nightstand lamp switch to turn it on.
He calls your name out worriedly, sitting himself up and placing his hands on your arm and back. “Honey, what’s wrong, everything okay?” 
“I-I’m in labor, my water broke.” You huff. Visible beads of sweat drip from your forehead. Your husband’s eyes look down between your legs, to see that your water has broken and your shorts are now soaked. Your belly is contracting, and your face is scrunched and visibly in pain. 
He’s fully woken up now, immediately moving himself in front of you. You’re huffing and kneeling on the bed, hunched over towards your husband, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“Ooh…!” You groan as the contraction passes through him. You grab your heavy belly from underneath, his head lowered against his strong chest. 
“Breathe,” He reminds him, affirming his grasp on your arms. “You got this, honey. Just breathe.” His voice is so gentle but firm. 
You shut your eyes and take slow, deep breaths as your body rolls with each contraction. Your husband whispers sweet, soothing, encouraging words into your ears while you labor. Your contractions are coming closer together, they’re getting intense, it causes you to scream out. You two live in a home where you don’t have neighbors, so you don’t have to worry about being heard from the outside screaming through the labor. Your screaming melts into a soft sob, you’re overwhelmed and anxious because this is happening so fast. 
“Shh, it’s okay, I’m right here.” Your husband presses soft kisses to your head through your messy, sweat-dampened hair and gives your large, gravid belly a gentle rub. You rest your head on his shoulders, trying his best to let yourself relax. He guides you as you pant and shift your hips through each contraction. “I’m gonna get you a towel and some supplies.” He says. Quickly for a moment, he rushes to the bathroom and grabs a towel to place underneath you, as well as a basin of supplies. He returns to you, laying the towel out underneath him and holding you steady as you strip yourself of your soaked shorts. 
Your husband reminds you to breathe as your contractions become closer together and he dilates. Your labor is progressing fast, you can feel the baby’s head engaged in your birth canal. And with your water broken, the pressure’s intense and it hurts…bad. 
“I can’t, I can’t…” You whimper in pain. 
“Yes you can, baby,” Your husband speaks softly. “You have me, it’s just you and me. You’re safe.” He runs his hand through your hair. “Does anything feel wrong at all?” 
“No, just really hurtsss…!” You wince as you have another rough contraction, causing you to clutch your belly. “You did this to me…” You whimper.
He rubs your belly as you pant out the contraction. He kisses your forehead, reassuring he’s got you and that he will help you like he promised he would. “I’m sorry I did this to you. Let me take care of you, baby, make sure everything goes well.” 
You nod and start to weep a little. Not just because you’re in pain, but also because your husband is so sweet and gentle and comforting, you feel incredibly safe and loved, in the months you've lived together in the peace you’ve created for yourselves and your baby to be born.
It’s so dark and snowy outside but you two are inside in your warm bedroom which is dimly lit with a lamp. You continue to labor, you’re almost there, fully dilated. Your husband helps you sip some water by the straw from the glass. Minutes pass and you’re exhausted, though your body is telling you that you need to start pushing. 
“Honey, I have to pushhhh...” You grunt. 
Your husband checks you, you’re fully dilated and ready. When he tells you to push on the next contraction, you squat and dig the balls of your feet into the mattress, sucking in a deep breath, and making the first push. You let out a soft whimper of pain as the contraction passes and you stop pushing. 
“Good job,” Your husband says, rubbing your belly. You’re trying to catch your breath. The pressure’s building inside of you. You squat further, heaving with your hand resting on your big belly, pushing on the next contraction. 
“Hrrrggghhhhh!!!” You grunt. “Ahhhhh…” 
“Push, honey,” He instructs. “Breathe the baby down.” 
You sink your knees into the mattress and shift your aching hips. You suck in a deep breath and blow out through a hard push. “Oooohhhh…I’m pushing, it hurtsssss!!!” 
“I know, I know,” He nods. “You’re doing great, baby.”
The air is so quiet when it snows outside. The silence of the bedroom is filled with your screams as you push on the bed. Your husband doesn’t mind your screaming, he just stays calm and tends to you, his birthing spouse. 
You have another contraction, and he spreads his legs further apart to make room for the emerging baby’s head. Sucking in another deep breath, you yell as you fully push the baby’s head out. 
“Good job, honey.” Your husband says, wiping sweat from your forehead with the washcloth. 
“This baby’s big–” You wince. 
He rubs your back and presses a kiss to your forehead. You take a little more time to rest in between contractions, continuing to breathe and push on his instruction. He’s pushing the shoulders out now. You cling tighter to him, letting him know you need him.
“Ohhhh it hurts!” You groan in pain. Your eyes are shut, you feel your body strain a little to get the baby’s shoulders out. “I can’t, babe, I can’t do this.” You shake your head, sobbing. 
“I know it’s hard, babe, but you got this. Don’t force it.” He smooths a hand along the side of your belly soothingly. 
“I’m pushing, I’m pushing…oooohhhhh…” You groan, dropping your head and groaning loudly as you let gravity help you get the baby’s shoulders out. You can feel your body shudder, you have the strong urge to push. You shift your hips a little and groan, exerting and releasing a hard pushing force downwards. 
Your breath hicks when your husband manages to push the baby’s shoulders fully out. You rest your head on his shoulder, panting and sobbing softly because the hardest part was over.
“Breathe, breathe.” He rubs your back with one hand and soothingly rubs his other hand on your belly. “You’re amazing.” He continues to whisper to you words of praise and encouragement, telling you how incredible you are and how much he loves you. As your husband guides you, you resume pushing on your body’s urges. Breathe and push, you remind yourself. The baby’s almost out. 
“Hooooohhhh, it’s coming…it’s coming out fast!” You exclaim, gripping at your husband’s shirt.
“Keep going, babe, you’re almost there. Just a little more.” He holds his hands underneath your legs, cupping the emerging baby’s head. You hold your husband tightly and scream loudly as you give one big, final push, the baby slides completely out of your body and into hia hands. 
“Honey, you did it, it’s over.” He holds the crying baby up so you can see. Your eyes are shut, you’re panting and catching your breath, then you open your eyes to see your baby right in front of you. Your baby's healthy and has a strong set of lungs. 
“There you are, finally.” You sob. Your husband places the baby in your arms. 
“You did so incredible.” Your husband sighs with tears in his eyes, fiercely kissing your face. 
He helps you with pushing out the afterbirth, then helps you and the baby get cleaned up, and cleans up/discards the bloodied towels and sheets from the bed. You wrap your baby in fresh cloth before breastfeeding. You sit up against stacked pillows, with your husband lying beside you with a hand on your shoulder. You both awe at their baby who is feeding on your nipple, then look at each other, and smile.
It’s still so dark out, and the snow’s still falling heavily outside. But inside your home, in your room, it’s warm and softly dim-lit, your new family is altogether in this moment, everything is sound and peaceful. 
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Birth prompt by anonymous
19. In a hospital
long labor
on a bed/stirrups
– with a doctor
+ triplets
+ big babies
ø overdue
ø forced
# baby is breech
# shoulders get stuck
# pushing baby back in
Much screaming, crying, painful birth. Tearing or episiotomy. Fundal pressure, instruments like vacuum or forceps. No c-section or epidural.
Heartless Scorn
Tw: 18+ is not for minors, contains sexual topics.
Months ago, she was artificially inseminated in an attempt to create a perfect human and it has been as afar going smoothly, the surprise was in the ultrasound and seeing triplets.
Humans genetically modified to be used as the next pioneer in science, perfectly modified and will be used in any case as workers, Ceo's and a lot of other things military included.
In present times, she paced through the cell in uneven patterns with her babies growing large and bulky, she experienced so much strain also tiredness at many points in time.
A group of people entered her cell, they locked her into a metal bed as it slants forward and is rolled across the halls with many other subjects.
There was a bright light, it was a hospital area with no one but this group of six people as an expert began to tap the syringe while she's in the middle of the room as the serum is injected.
Her stomach immediately clamps down, she screams loudly with her pulled back the fluid streams down and her bump tightens visibly.
A huge head comes crashing through her canals, it was fast at first with her legs up besides her head as the head crowned it progressed no further, her entrance was tightening around the head to much.
She cried and screamed with each contraction, trying to get it out but it would only inch barely forward as the minutes pass, forty to forty-five the head had finally reached it's peak crown.
The doctors were impatient, they had no time so they're handed forceps as they squeeze it inside and clamp down gently, she squeals loudly and bore down with the adjustment the whole head came spilling out, they grab the head and pulled out the rest of the baby, she shouted in pain.
Each contraction was getting worse, the siblings were both slowly moving down the doctors had their hands pressing down on the top of her full round bump, helping along as thirty minutes go.
They see the head spew out, though they tried to tug it as they to help it out but it wouldn't give way or move, so they pressed down on her much harder, she began to tremble and whine.
She felt each shoulder pop, tearing her open as she spills out with the legs of the third born was swiftly squeezing out, they react and push it all the way back in and rotated the full fetus.
A loud shriek filled the room, she kept bearing down and it forced the crown to spread but with all her strength sapped they used a vaccuum.
Pulling out the head she began to pathetically groan then the final child fell out of her, she'd begin to pass out and fade into the deepest coma, awoken few months later in permanent disabled condition and broken bones.
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