#orgasmic birth
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🤰💦2️⃣ from the birth emoji
a woman is about to give birth at home. its her first pregnancy and her husband assisting her throughout the labor. and the unexpected things happen, she keeps squirting everytime a contraction hits. they want to do it again and again. he wants her to be pregnant again.
Tags: Female, twins, orgasmic birth
“In and out with me — breathe deeply”.
Angel’s husband began breathing deep for her to copy, the contractions were close but not enough for her to give birth yet.
Her huge belly sat between her legs as she began copying her husband, she was rocking on the side of the bed, rubbing the womb that held her twins. “I-it just hurts.” She spread her legs apart and breathed deeply between each contraction, each pain filled moan tightening her belly, she just wanted to birth these twins already.
“Take it in, just let the pain sweep through you.” He spread her legs and began rubbing her thighs, each finger moving towards her pain filled cunt, waiting to be toyed with.
Little did she know, but he loved her pregnant. Her plump and milk filled breasts to the hips he could grope on to when she was riding his cock. He loved every inch of her newfound body and how motherly it made her look, just the thought of fucking her again made him hard, but right now he was more concerned about getting her off.
One hand tenderly rubbed her belly, with each moan and wince, all he could give was sympathetic smiles. He didn’t know what it was like to give birth, but he wanted this to be pleasurable for her. With his free hand, he grazed the entrance to her pussy, a finger slipping in as he rubbed her clit.
“Ooooh!” She tilted her head back, her plump breasts stuck straight out as she leaned back on her shoulders. “Take it all in, baby.” He slid his pants off, his hardened cock pressed firmly against his boxers as he rubbed the inside of her thigh with it, the friction feeling all too well. He leaned down and sucked on one of her hardened nipples as his fingers went to town, rhythmically playing with her soaked folds.
Each finger played a part on lessening the the painful contractions and made them pleasurable — more bearable. Angel spread her legs wider, allowing him to get deeper inside her eager and wanting pussy. She began panting and whining, her back arching from the pain and pleasure that was overtaking her body. “Oh—ooooh!” She thrust her hips forward, fucking his fingers as her legs began to tremble.
She suddenly squeezed her legs closed on his hand, his fingers trapped as she came on his fingers and her body shook from the ecstasy. She groaned and came again as a contraction rippled through her body — what was once pain was now pure pleasure.
She laid there and panted, trying to catch her breath and was sliding his hand out of her soaked cunt. She rubbed her belly and sighed with pleasure. “T—that was something.” Her husband’s mouth gaped open, the pregnancy and labor making her body all too sensitive and it was the hottest thing he’s seen. His wife just coming apart and he wanted more of it.
He sat on the bed and pulled her on to his lap, his erection pressed firmly on her ass as he spread her legs wide open. “Mmm, i want you to squirt for me, again.” He whispered in her ear and this automatically sent shivers down her spine. She pressed back against his chest, her eyes shut as she focused on the pleasure. “Oh—oh—.” She was chanting out as another contraction took over, tightening her round and extended belly, she began grinding on his hard cock as previous cum soaked his boxers from her pussy. Another multiple orgasms made her explode! Or at least made her feel like it was. “Ohhhh!” She screeched out and climaxed, falling back on to his chest as she panted trying to contain herself.
She went to stand up, her knees already shaky from climaxing an endless amount of times. She gripped her belly and groaned as fluid gushed from her opening. “Oh! My water!” Her husband quickly went to her aid and helped her back on to the bed, her legs spread as she was on fours. “It’s finally time, baby!” He sat on the edge of the bed, watching the cum drip on to the bed sheets, he rubbed her ass with one hand and cupped her now laboring cunt with the other. “I just need you to push and breathe, honey. Let’s get you to cum again.”
His fingers slipped back inside to circle around her clit, he sat up on his knees as he watched his struggling wife barely contain herself. He couldn’t wait to get her pregnant again.
They both started to breathe together, her legs trying to go back together, too sensitive for the task at hand. This was going to drive her over the edge. She started to pant and bear down, her back arching as she began push. Between another contraction and her husband playing with her sensitive cunt, she was going to explode! “Oh, God! It’s coming — I’m cumming, I. need. to. push. harder!”
“Push baby! C’mon honey, push for me. Cum for me, push these babies out.” He tried his best to encourage his sensitive wife, her cunt now bulging with the first babies head as the crowning slowly took place. She grunted and moaned loudly from the pressure that seeped through her birth canal and was now focused on her clit as it descended, pain and pleasure rippling through her belly. She started to slowly push, the head now expanding and spreading her cunt, she breathed deeply and kept a steady push, bearing down for her husband. “Oh God!”
Her legs parted wider as she thrust her hips forward, the baby slowly but surely sliding out of her cum filled pussy. She buried her head into the bed sheets and grunted loudly. “It’s coming!” She screeched out as the baby slid right out of her opening, her husband catching the first one.
He laid the baby down and leaned over, squeezing her ass cheeks. “One more to go, honey. You have this.” He reached underneath to cup her pussy again, a bulge already beginning. It seemed like this baby would come out no problem from the stretching of the other and her cum practically making this a slip and slide.
She pulled her knees forward and grunted, trying to steady her breathing. “Another one is coming!” She screeched out and moaned, as another contraction hit her, she came — hard as her body shook. The head now crowning and she beared down, her cunt expanding all over again as the tightness began to loosen up. She stopped for a breath and pushed again, with her husband pulling and her pushing, the second one slipped right out.
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A few hours after the birth of their twins and they were all cleaned up, he wrapped his arms around her. Slowly rubbing at her belly. “I think we should have another one - or two.”
He kissed at her neck and it earned him a moan, her neck tilting to the side to eagerly accept it. He bent her over the edge of the bed, her ass straight in the air as he ran his fingers down her thighs.
“I’m not opposed ~ this was interesting and i could keep going if these births are like this.” That’s all it took for him to yank his boxers down, his hardened cock sprung free as he quickly lined up with her hole.
Moans and grunts filled the air, his chest on top of her as he mounted her tiny frame. His thrusts coming quicker and deeper, he thew his head back and groaned, pushing deeper into her pleasurable cunt. “Oh, God!” He moaned out and quickened the pace, he smacked her plump ass and the jiggling sent him over the edge. His seed shooting straight into her very fertile cunt.
He slowly pulled out and rubbed her belly, knowing this will be her same look for the next nine months ~ possibly larger with triplets.
#preggophilia#labor kink#birth kink#preggo kink#giving birth#maieusiophilia#labor sex#orgasmic birth#birth meme
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I’m so into the idea of a man helping his wife through giving birth and discovering he has a birth fetish. Helping her breathe through early contractions but getting hard. So hard. His dick is practically begging for him to stroke it but he has to help her through her labor. He’s scared she’ll see his hard on and think he’s a creep. He tried to hide how turned on he is but he can’t help it. When they finally get to the pushing stage, she gets between his legs and leans on his chest to push. The pressure of her butt on his raging erection, the sight of his baby’s head crowning below him, and the sounds his wife makes is too much. He can’t handle it and cums when she’s crowning. The aftershocks of the orgasm are overwhelming but he keeps it together so his wife doesn’t even realize he just experienced the most powerful orgasm of his life.
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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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Let's Just Pretend This Never Happened
Layla's been having the best sleep of her life these past few weeks. Wonder why that is...
Original on Ao3
CW: Tentacle Sex, Noncon/rape, Somnophilia, Egg Laying, Eggpreg, Oviposition, Forced Pregnancy, Unaware Victim, Public Humiliation, Semi-public Birth, Orgasmic Birth, Aphrodisiacs, AFAB Main Character
Word count: 2,089
It’s night, quiet in the little apartment. Save for the soft and groans of a woman resting peacefully unaware of what was happening in the waking world.
In her dreams, she saw men thrusting inside her. An orgy occurring over and over, all stuffing her with cum and pushing her to the edge. Outside, in her bedroom, a mess of tentacles was tediously preparing her.
This monster was currently six tentacles deep inside, large enough to fit a soda can. Not that the woman was aware. She was comfortably asleep, a soft moan leaving her lips every so once in a while in time with the unequal thrusting into her hole.
The monster was very happy with how its current victim has come along. They had spent the past few weeks slowly opening her up without her ever waking up or concerning herself with how slick and sensitive her pussy was when she did. Instead, the woman seemed to have enjoyed it’s nighttime defilement. She had woken every day this week to immediately masturbate herself dumb before going to work.
The monster had purred in delight at that. It’s victims had usually raised some level of suspicion after a while, but not her. It remembered it’s first night with her, how it was unsure she’d ever be a good fit to fill with their young. It couldn’t even fit one of its smallest tentacles inside her without constant soaking of its natural lubricant.
Now look at her, taking six of its largest, now adding a seventh. Each tentacle that thrust inside her secreted a slick liquid that left her pussy quivering for more. And tonight, more would come.
The sleeping woman moaned a bit louder and writhed in the monsters hold. It was time.
With a squelch and wet pop the tentacles retreated out of her cunt. A soft whine escaped the woman’s lips. Whatever dream she was having had turned sour with the loss.
Not to worry, the monster thought, you’ll be satiated soon enough.
The largest tentacle the monster had emerged from its squirming form, the appendage it had been preparing the woman for this whole time.
Slowly, fully soaking itself in its slimy fluids, the monster entered her once more.
The woman moaned. Legs subconsciously opening wider to accommodate such a large intrusion. She pants harder as the thick tentacle continues moving farther than any tentacle had previously.
“Ahhhh-hahhhh! Ahhh!”
She gasps, eyes squeezed shut as it comes in contact with her deepest region. The prize the monster had sought after for so long: Her womb.
It presses further, deeper. Its tapered end pushing inside and working its way inwards. The lubricant gushing out and preventing the woman from feeling anything but sudden pressure and fullness.
“Ahhhhh-haaaaaa-hmmm. Mmmmm”
The monster takes a break to let the woman calm down. She was softly moaning and twisting her body, still asleep but close to release. It would be a shame if all this work was ruined now.
With an inhuman grunt, a series round orbs begin to make their way through the tentacle and into her cunt. Eggs. Their round bodies could be seen disappearing inside her and slowly protruding her abdomen. Pushing each other around to make room inside her womb. The monster lost count after a dozen went inside, but the woman takes them all.
She’s moaning desperately despite it all, on the edge of release. Her pussy quivering in time with each egg pushing inside, but unable to get the sensation just right in order to cum.
Maybe if the monster stayed longer and played with her cunt some more it could maker her cum. But alas, that’s not why it was here and morning was soon to arrive.
When the last of it eggs had pushed inside, it retreated its ovipositor. The monster was saddened that it would be unable to see its offspring emerge into the world, but content to know they would come out safely far from here.
The monster quirts a bit more of its juice on her pussy, just as a last second treat, and exits the apartment through her open window. Leaving the woman dripping in it’s slick and completely unaware of what had happened or what was in store for her.
The following afternoon, we now see our victim working in the office. Her actual name is Layla and she’s still pondering how strange her morning was. First, she had the most intensely pleasurable dream of her life. It had left her breathless and a shaking mess when she woke, but she hadn’t actually cum. Or at least, she hadn’t think she had. The slick mess between her legs proved that she had at least been overwhelmingly aroused that much was certain.
This sort of wake up had been happening to her for about almost a month now. These lewd dreams she had never had before and sudden need to get off had been so strange.
Layla bit her lip, despite how off putting this change in her “routine” had been, she couldn’t deny that it wasn’t unwelcome. The only difference this morning had been in comparison to previously was the sudden weight she felt in her stomach -err, abdominal area.
She wasn’t quite sure what to call it, but looking in the bathroom mirror that morning had proven she had gained a considerable amount of weight seemingly overnight. Luckily, this was a more casual office and she was allowed to wear a nice cardigan sweater to cover the swell. Everyone in the office had noted the change from her usual attire and had complimented her accordingly.
Layla’s cheeks burned. She wasn’t used to that kind of attention. Or any really. Quentin at the front desk had given her a special look along with his compliment. Almost perusing her body for some fantasy later. Layla shook her head at such thoughts. Quentin was far too nice and professional to be thinking like that. She was just becoming to horny for her own good. The hot pulse in her pussy agreed.
Layla squeaked at that. She could feel a bit of slick forming through her panties, her arousal seemingly increasing out of nowhere. A lurch of her newly swollen abdomen and thrumming heat told Layla she needed to make her scarce, fast.
Layla quickly and as quietly as possible got up to head towards the bathroom. Maybe her lewd mornings were making there way towards her afternoons. Maybe she just needed to quietly touch herself in the bathroom. Hoping nobody would hear her. Or walk in. Forcefully spread her open and pound her needy cunt until she begged for released.
Another surge of pleasure rushed through her, this time a yelp escaped her lips. Legs knowcked together and she had to press her hand against a nearby wall to stay upright. Her pussy was so wet right now, she didn’t think she could make it to the bathroom.
Layla scanned the area quickly, there! An empty meeting room. It didn’t have any windows and she’d be able to lock the door. Perfect. All she had to do was—“Layla are you alright dear?”
Layla turned. Mrs. Baker. Old, kind, sweet, Mrs. Baker was currently Layla’s only obstacle to getting to safety.
“Umm, I-I—” Layla stammered, another pulse of heat moved through her and se stepped back. She needed to get away before she made a fool of herself.
“You look terrible. You’re shaking like a leaf.” Mrs. Baker took hold of Layla’s hand. “And you have a fever! You need to sit down before you pass out.”
I-Mrs.Baker, I need to-“ Before Layla could even begin to explain herself her eyes turned glassy. Her pussy quaked and her head tilted back. A euphoria of pleasure washed through her and she felt a pop something inside herself seemingly released.
When Layla came back to herself, she could only assume the depraved noises that came out of her mouth as she saw the look of shock on her colleagues face. On everyone’s faces.
Layla turned and ran straight to the meeting room, locking the door behind her. Damn trying to explain herself. She needed to get her pants off now.
Layla plopped herself down on the floor, quickly flinging her pants off and surprised to find how wet they were. More surprisingly she felt a sudden lurch and squirming within her abdomen.
“Ahh!”
A cramp squeezed through her. What’s happening to me?! Layla’s thoughts screamed. But, soon another blissful euphoria pulsed through her and she felt as something exited her womb.
“Ohhhh-hmmpppph” Layla stuff her cardigan into her mouth hoping to muffle her pleasurable noises. This next cramp was far more pleasurable than the last. But now she realized they weren’t cramps, they were contractions. She was giving birth.
Knock! Knock! Knock! “Layla are you in there? Are you alright?”
Oh god no! Layla squeezed her eyes shut and spread her legs. The contractions were in full force now, each bringing her so close to orgasm. She could feel the squirming creature within making it way through her cunt slimily clawing its way out.
Her body shook and her thrust back in the full force of an orgasm as the creature pushed out of her pussy. Layla breathed heavily and only had a second to see what had come out of her before another contraction overtook her mind.
What she saw was an amalgamation of tentacles and slime no discernible features otherwise. It’s body had pulsed in colorful light that made it hard to actually discern what it was. Figuring out what she was giving birth to could wait. Birthing one of these monstrosities seemed to have made room for the rest to come out.
Pleasurable agony wrecked through Layla’s body as the “babies” moved through. Plopping out of her in a sickening squelch. She had tried to keep count of how many, she really had. But every time one exited her mind became numb to everything around her as another orgasm overtook her.
By the time it was over Layla was no longer upright against a wall, but tumped over on the ground, twitching in the aftershocks of seemingly endless orgasm. As Layla slowly came back to herself, she felt her pussy gape, trying to close around nothing, and the small puddle of drool that had formed under her face.
When she finally got up to look around, she was shocked to see that the monsters she had just gave birth to, were gone. Not a trace of what she went through was left, save for soaked through clothes.
Bang! Bang! Bang! “Layla! We found the keys to the room! If you don’t answer right this second we’re coming in whether you like it or not!”
Whatever trance Layla was stuck seemed to snap at that. She quickly put her clothes back on and opened the door to the faces of her concerned colleagues.
She spent the next few minutes in a daze as each of them questioned her and tried to figure out what just happened. It was her boss, Cara Miller, that ushered her away and into her office.
“I don’t know what happened today, but I think you should take some mental health leave.” She said in a calm manner. “And when you come back, we’ll all pretend this never happened, okay?”
Layla could only quietly agree and left to take her leave. She was only thankful for the fact that due to her tear stained eyeliner and muffled cries, the only thing any one could come up with was that she had mental breakdown in the office. Who could possibly come up with the real reason she had locked herself in an empty meeting room for twenty minutes.
It was long after the day had ended. Layla had long left the office, snug and safe in her apartment. Cara, her boss, was still working though.
The whole ordeal with Layla today had left everyone shook. She didn't blame them, of course. But they were behind and she needed to pick up the slack. That how Cara found herself in the office, blissfully unaware as a small slimy creature crawled its way towards her.
The liquid it secreted was different than that of its adult form, only numbing flesh it touched. This was important to be aware of as Cara never felt the thing as it crawled up her leg and inside her pussy. Sneaking safely inside her womb to release at a later date.
#monsterfucker#monster breeding#terato#eggpreg#monster fucker#ovipositor#tentacles#somno#cnc somno#somno breeding#orgasmic birth#pregnancy kink#Biscuit Ao3 Fics
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Potion Game
Base- alien
Add-ons- rapid pregnancy, orgasmic birth
Despite how straightforward this "experiment" seemed, it didn't do much to curb your nerves.
While you and the rest of the world were still reeling over the confirmation that humans most certainly were not alone in the universe, the government higher ups (who had apparently been privy to this fact for years) were already well into various negotiations and experiments with the extraterrestrials, such as the one you currently found yourself volunteered for.
You see, the other life that was out there was dwindling, much faster than they would like. So once it was revealed that our genetic makeup had even the possibility of compatibility, talks of crossbreeding soon followed.
Everyone stood to benefit, it seemed; they'd postpone their extinction, and humanity would have the chance to access even greater evolution. As for you, well...you'd just have to find out.
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This brought you to now, sitting in a small observation room. To your relief it wasn't the metallic, brightly lit room you were dreading, but rather was lit by a dim, warm light. The aliens, which were surprisingly similar to the greys of pop culture, had made it clear that harsh lighting would disturb and potentially damage their offspring's eyes.
Your eyes flicked to the two way mirror on the wall facing you, where scientists of both species had already been monitoring you for a couple hours now, starting right when you'd been successfully inseminated. Mentally you ran through how the experiment would go, provided it went smoothly; you were to remain in the observation room for the entirety of your pregnancy, which if the aliens were to be believed would be blissfully short, three days to a week at most. You were also to give birth by yourself, they would only intervene if it seemed like things were going south. The reason for this was apparently so the experiment wouldn't be sullied by invasive methods from either side; simply put, the baby would dictate how it would be born. The last thing, something the translator had relayed with an interesting expression, was that this experience would be "far more pleasant than you would expect".
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Ten hours in, the scientists in the next room watched as you repositioned yourself on the bed provided. The thin fabric of your hospital gown, which had been baggy on you that morning, was now stretched tightly over your newly swollen belly. Every now and then someone would come in to measure and photograph you, which you still found yourself being self conscious of every time.
To the untrained eye it looked like you were experiencing a normal pregnancy, except for a couple odd details. Your belly was flushed with a faint purple hue, which they had hypothesized was the fetus' blood mixing with yours in the placenta. The other detail was that you were sweating, but not with exertion or discomfort, far from it. That cryptic little hint from the translator turned out to be alluding to a natural chemical released by their hormones, which apparently induced an aphrodisiac effect in humans.
The scientists encouraged you to respond to any impulses or urges you felt, provided that it wouldn't harm you or the baby. While you were still very aware of being watched, the sensations became gradually impossible to ignore.
Three more hours went by and you'd shed the gown, sitting upright in the bed with your back supported by pillows. With one hand you cradled your belly, now visually comparable to a full term pregnancy, while your other was nestled between your spread legs, slick sounds hanging in the air as you sunk two fingers into yourself. Your thumb pressed and circled your swollen clit as you worked to bring yourself to yet another orgasm, having lost count of which one this was.
This one felt like it was going to be different, although you were too lost in the pleasure to voice this to them. Instead your fingers worked faster, your hips lifting as much as they could, and with a cry you finally felt the pressure come to a head as you came hard. An unfamiliar sensation washed over you, and your cheeks flushed as you felt a torrent of fluid gush out of you.
Panting softly you reached down to inspect it, finding your fingers coated with a slightly viscous violet liquid, what you assumed was your 'water'. It had definitely caught your off guard, considering you hadn't been experiencing conventional contractions. Gradually you realized that it was the intensifying pleasure that was leading up to your advancing labor, not pain.
Your heart raced as both you and the scientists realized that this was progressing much faster than they'd estimated; if things continued at this rate then you'd have experienced a full pregnancy and birth in under 24 hours. Before you could think about it any more you felt the odd pressure of your belly shifting, dropping as your alien baby began its descent.
Leaning back against your pillows you spread your legs wider, giving a clear view of the flushed lips of your cunt as you moaned through another pleasureful contraction. All shyness was fully out the window now, and you could think of nothing but just how wonderful it felt to give birth, the hormones doing their job perfectly. It wasn't long before you felt the urge to push, and you gave in without hesitation, the resulting orgasm making you squirt even more of the syrupy amniotic fluid.
In the adjacent room both groups of scientists were dutifully noting everything, some of them doing their best to ignore how much the sight and sound of your birthing was arousing them. This became more difficult as they watched you beginning to crown, the swollen lips of your cunt gradually stretching to accommodate a much larger head than it would with a human baby. Surely the aphrodisiac hormones was the aliens evolving an incentive for reproducing; one is more likely to want to give birth if it feels good, after all.
Back in the observation room you were panting heavily, voice hoarse from cumming so many times over the course of the day. You obeyed your body's urges and bore down hard, fluid leaking steadily out of you as you successfully pushed out the head. The overstimulation had you mewling desperately, and as good as this felt you were ready for it to come to an end. The hardest part was done, though, and a few more good pushes had the rest of the experiment slipping free from you.
A pair of scientists in protective gear swiftly entered, retrieving the baby before you could even ask about it. A twinge of sadness tugged at your heart, but you soon let it go. After all, now that the experiment was more or less successful, you suspected you'd have the chance to do this many more times.
#pumpkin answers#pumpkin writes#pregnancy kink#labor kink#birth kink#rapid pregnancy#alien birth#alien pregnancy#orgasmic birth
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I'm gonna try my best at flustering you a bit.
Imagine you've holding off pushing until I came home. I find you curled up into a ball around your big belly on our bed. One hand holds your stomach and the tightly grips the covers beneath you.
I give courtesy rub to the belly I filled so well and then shift my hand down to your tightly sealed legs, and carefully push my fingers between to find your moist and bulging pussy
I hear you breath rhythmically and the head begin to press outward. I quickly cover it with my hand.
I whisper, "Don't push" into your ear as I hold the head with my palm and rub your clit with a free finger. I want hear you whimper and moan a few more hours and see your big belly contract every other minute. Your body squirms against the pressure of both your baby and the intense pleasure. Just when I think you're going to cum, I'd stop my actions. Over and over I'd bring you just to the apex then pull back until your body forces the baby to a full crown and your begging for release. Begging for me to let you cum and to let you push out the head.
I'd relent, easing my palm off of the head and quickening my fingers on your clit until you're crying out in ecstasy. You scream as you cum and push out the round head thats been torturing you.
You continue to bear down with an orgasm triggered contraction. But im not done with you yet. You knew when I knocked you up what I wanted from you. I put my hands back to your pussy, holding it firm so the shoulders don't come out just yet. The head was just round one.
Aaaaa? Aaaaaa?! Consider me well and fucking flustered holy shit not to mention soaked as hell thanks for that
I hope there's another few in there and you make me spend days cumming them out for you. 😊
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As a bisexual woman with a pregnancy/birth kink, I have this fantasy of being pregnant myself, and with another woman who’s belly is bigger than mine. She’s in labor and barely starting to crown, as I rub my swollen pussy over her contracting belly. Then my own baby starts to come down as I rub harder and faster, pushing down until she can just barely feel it against her pubic bone. Her baby crowns fully and I cum on top of her, squirting and making a mess of fluids. She finishes giving birth, moaning as her baby’s shoulders ease out, followed by the rest of its body shooting out of her pussy. Then she has me kneel over her mouth, as she licks all over my clit and pussy lips while I slowly crown, stretching and rolling my hips down, groaning from that mixture of pain and pleasure. Her fingers rest on my baby’s head and helps slowly guide it out, as I cum a second time.
The whole time she’s encouraging me, helping me through my first ever birth, meanwhile she’s had multiple children before. Her experience shows through her confident tone of voice and laid back energy.
“That’s it, princess. Here she comes, so much dark hair. Just like you.” She’d giggle.
“Push this baby out, push into my mouth. Good girl, push. Oh, good job. Come on, push push push!”
“You’re baby’s stubborn. No, no, don’t force it, relax. Let her sit here and ease you open. I’ll distract you, don’t worry.”
“I bet you can cum her out. Do you want to try?”
“Push with that contraction, mama. Here she comes, here she comes. Keep going, keep going! I can see her eyes, you’re so so good.”
Omg I’m so wet now 😵💫🤤 if any artists want to draw this I’ll be forever grateful
#preggo kink#big pregnant belly#belly kink#birth kink#preggy#labor kink#birthing#pregnant#bisexual#pregnant lesbian#orgasmic birth#pregnant roleplay#pregnant fantasy#birth fantasy
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one thing i think about a lot in fantasies involving myself is trying to hold back birthing a massive litter (10 or even more) of babies and failing and then desperately giving birth where i am. trying so hard not to give birth and then being unable to do anything but, the pleasure overtaking me as i desperately push and cum my babies out right there, moaning with relief and release as each one spills out of me into my or my partner's hands, able to feel every inch of our babies as they're born because of how sensitive holding them in made me
even better if i tried holding them back with my pants only for it to not matter and for me to push and cum and scream in ecstasy as it only prolongs the birth, not stops it, making the baby stimulate me more until finally, finally it pushes my underwear aside and the baby slips free torturously slowly, every part of it dragging against my abused walls and pussy, only finally being born as i scream and cum, first from the pleasure of birth, and then with relief when it's out
and then triply better if i feel the next baby slide into place as i'm birthing the one before it, so i'm just helplessly pushing, cumming them out back to back, locked in pleasure and unable to stop
#cio writes#birth denial#birth kink#public birth#birth prompts#giving birth#clothing birth#mpreg#mpreg birth#orgasmic birth#about me
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stuff I'm thinking to get off: being made cum as i crown, over and over. Going mad with both pain and pleasure, huge baby lodged in my cunt and my dick so sensitive with how much it's been toyed with. Orgasming around the child in my pussy, humiliated.
Squirting as I finally cum my baby out as I push.
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Tags; male, twins, birthing center, orgasmic birth.
The day you were due, you showed up at the birthing center. Your hung over and swollen belly had finally dropped and contractions were a few hours apart — you’d rather be safe than sorry and giving birth in your home instead.
You sighed and waddled down to the suite they had assigned you, your shirt above your enormous and stretched out belly. You gave it a slow rub as you set your bags on the couch and shut the door. Tossing your shirt off, you squeezed your milky and swollen tits trying to make yourself comfortable in this unfamiliar situation.
You looked around and saw a birthing pool, a huge hospital bed and a birthing ball. “Hmmm.” You grabbed the ball and stripped out of your remaining clothes, sitting on the object. Your now plushy ass rubbing on the material as you rotate your hips. You let out a soft moan as the movement alleviated some of the pain these contractions were making you feel. Your big hairy belly in full view as it separated your legs, your twins kicking around and making themselves fairly known.
All of a sudden the door opens and quickly shuts as a male was in the room, you try to cover yourself up — but you figured they have seen births before so this wasn’t unusual.
“Good job baby boy, I’m your midwife”. Just those words made you blush, you continued to rock your hips with this unfamiliar man’s encouragement. A contraction tightens your belly and you moan out. “I’m going to help you give birth….nice and slow.” The man was in uniform after all — so this could be rather interesting.
The man approached you, kneeling beside you as he pants and encourages breathing techniques, you’re trying to keep your composure but this man was turning you on — so much, you were already dripping with excitement. You moaned out as another contraction rippled through your body, panting harder and longer than before. The pressure building between the horniness of this mysterious man and your twins racing to get out of your cunt.
All of a sudden he cups your cunt and you can’t help but grunt, from the dominance of this situation and the first crowning baby in your hole. “Nice and slow…let’s break your water, I want you to feel it all.” His tone low and husky, if you weren’t crowning you’d be bending over and getting railed from this guy. You part your legs further and you moan loudly, pushing your ever so slowly bulging cunt into his hand.
You palm his hand with your cunt, panting as the babies shift into place and your pussy is now expanding and widening. You squeeze your eyes shut and pant harshly, one of his fingers slip inside you and rub your aching clit, just drenching his fingers. “Oh—oh! Oh!” You chant and let out a scream, you rock your hips but that does nothing but palm his hand faster. “Oh my god! Oh my god!” You screech and water comes gushing out of your cunt.
“Good boy — c’mon honey, push her out, use this strength. Make your achy little cunt stretch out for me”. And just like that, you orgasm all over his fingers and push the hardest push you have done, this orgasm rippling around you as you push your first baby out.
You pant harshly, trying to contain yourself with what just happened. The midwife cuts the cord and wraps the little girl up, setting her peacefully in a bassinet. “Get on the bed and face away from me, kneel on all fours.”
You nod and oblige, kneeling on the bed as another contraction hits. You moan and put your ass in the air, everything in full view of this man. Your legs part because of your huge belly, your milking tits pushed into the sheets and you’re groaning with desire. He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches up, toying with the newly crowned head that has made its presence known.
“Feel this, baby boy? Feel this head expanding your cunt? I want you to feel everything ~ and I want you to cum again for me, before I let you birth.” He cups your sensitive and bulging pussy, pushing the head back in and allowing it to drop out ever so slightly before easing it back into place, ruining the work your birthing body is naturally doing.
You put your head into the pillow and whimper with frustration, your pussy bulging bigger than ever with this baby as you whine out. You squat down more, pushing your pussy into his hand and you rub against it, slowly but surely beginning to get yourself off. You pant and moan louder, the closer you are to the edge. He shoves the head back inside you again and you scream out in pleasure, orgasming all over his hand before beginning to push.
“That’s a good boy, keep going. Keep going. Push for me!” His encouraging words keep you going, one leg now dangling off the bed and you push hard, the head now fully crowning and expanding your cunt. You stop to breathe for a second, the head now out and poking out of your more than sensitive cunt. “One more push baby boy.” He stands up and rubs your hairy belly with one hand, cupping the head with the other.
He ever so slowly pulls the baby out as you push. One. Two. Three pushes and the body flops out and into his arm, he cuts the cord and places the second girl into a new bassinet before leaving the room.
#preggophilia#labor kink#birth kink#preggo kink#giving birth#maieusiophilia#rapid pregnancy#birth meme#orgasmic birth
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Incredible view, erotic sounds, stuck crowning for a while. Perfect
Does anyone know where to find the full video?
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Man, I'm still thinking about that chambermaid snippet you wrote and it's kind of developed into it's own daydream. It's definitely got my own twist to it since it's turned into a fantasy, buuut I thought I'd toss it to ya.
In my head it goes a little something like this. There's a petite transmasc person who's lovers with an important lord who is also married. Said lord is kind of emotionally distant and unfriendly but eventually this lil dude worms his way from in the general court to right up in said Lord's personal social circle. Eventually, an arrangement is founded with the Lord, his wife, and this trans guy, after the wife is assumed to be infertile after years of not conceiving, that he will be a kind of willing concubine for him.
So ofc, Lord guy starts absolutely plowing him on the reg. And also still his wife. And in some fucking miracle of nature they both actually manage to get pregnant.
The wife is sick most of the pregnancy, she's got all the negatives, the bloating, the headaches, the nausea, etc- The concubine has the opposite experience, round, full, glowing, insane sex drive, the whole shebang. So Wifey starts to resent him a little bit.
Story concludes with them both going into labor at the same time. For whatever reason or another there's no medical attendants around or even any chambermaids to help so they have to help each other.
The wife is having a really hard time. She's in a lot of pain, pushing, panting, moaning, but it feels stuck. The concubine on the other hand by that point has a head directly lodged into his pelvis, but he's sat himself on the ground to help her in such a way that he's purposefully not progressing, instead making the effort to help her.
They're both soaked in sweat. The wife is screaming, her labor pains immense and almost impossible to withstand, and she's barely making any progress. Meanwhile the pressure inside the Concubine is nearly orgasmic. He's so close to crowning now, and he's on edge. He's borderline delirious and every movement causes waves of bittersweet pain and pleasure through his entire midsection. He knows if he were too shift too much now, he'd likely succumb to his body's increasing need to push.
After maybe hours of labor, the Wife finally manages to push the shoulders out and her baby comes out with a gush of fluid. She probably thinks the Concubine is still in the earlier stages of labor given how they've had their legs practically glued shut this entire time.
The wife is absolutely like, destroyed. Hair is all frazzled, covered in sweat and various other body fluids, all sticky, just generally having a bad time. But she kind of snaps out of the post-birth haze when the other guy starts to pant rapidly.
She watches as the Concubine's body start to spasm as they shift their position. They give a loud yelp as with an intense sudden ferocity, the Concubine pushes once and their own baby gushes out of them with orgasmic fury.
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What an incredible scenario, 🛸 anon!
I love the thought of the Concubine struggling to hold his own labor in check while helping the Wife, knowing that she needs every bit of support he can give her during this time. Meanwhile, his body is doing wild things to him, on the cusp of edging while his baby slides lower and lower.
Imagine the Concubine slouching forward as his hips instinctively rise, opening up just enough room for that long-delayed baby to finally surge forward. It's just enough to set him off and into one of the most intense orgasms of his life. 💖
#hush answers#ftm pregnancy#orgasmic birth#ftm birth#pregnancy kink#birth kink#birth denial#🛸 anon#trans birth
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Someone rubbing clit, intentionally gives birth in clothing, alone, at home and mabye a lil bit of birth denial?
"H-haah...mmh, that's it, baby, nice and slow..." I moaned softly, my fingertips circling my swollen, sensitive clit as I felt the contraction come and go. I could've started pushing, but opted not to for now, not when I'd finally gotten to the good part.
Instead I kept touching myself, my hand shoved down the front of my pajama shorts, delighting in the way I could hear how wet I was, both from my water breaking and from cumming again and again.
Panting faster, I lifted my hips as much as I could, the weight of my swollen belly sitting heavy and low. "F-fuck, fuckfuckfuck I'm cumming again...!" I whined, my eyes nearly rolling back as the pleasure overtook me again. Unbeknownst to me another contraction had started, and I jolted slightly at feeling the pressure of my baby inching steadily further down, breaching my cervix and sitting heavy in my laboring cunt.
I only slowed the movement of my hand to catch my breath, adjusting to this new sensation. My breaths were shaky now, the pressure and the anticipation really starting to mount. Before long, though, I started rubbing my clit again, running my fingers between the soaked lips of my pussy as I prepared for this next contraction. When it came I finally fully allowed myself to push, moaning and writhing as I felt it progress further, further...
Eventually I withdrew my hand, but only so I could feel the way my baby's head was beginning to crown through the fabric of my shorts. My hand pressed gently at the bulge, a ragged moan tearing through me as I felt it slip slightly back in.
Now this, I thought, is the good part.
#pumpkin answers#pumpkin writes#pregnancy kink#labor kink#birth kink#clothing birth#birth denial#home birth#orgasmic birth
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Hello there! So uhh... how about we try the prompt/scenario thing, yeah? A FPreg character grinding on partner's thigh as relief during labor and yet complains about the head pressing low. No Canon characters, just something vanilla and sensual. Ty 👉👈
AHHH YESS!!!
I really hope you like it!!! I kinda got a bit carried away 😅 expected it to be like idk 500-1k words and it's almost 2k... So. Hope it's good!
(Also omg I totally started writing that other request for you and then shit happened irl and I forgot but I'm going to finish that ASAP! I just got on a roll with this one and couldn't stop lol.)
Word Count: 1,964
Characters Used: Faith (OC, afab she/her, bird-hybrid - but don't worry there's no mention of eggs or anything besides a live human birth lol) & Jett (OC, amab he/him, human)
WARNINGS: Fpreg labor & birth, thigh grinding, orgasmic birth, some very very light birth denial but idk if you could even call it that, lots of praising and some bits of dirty talk, brief mention of breastfeeding at the end. Clit-rubbing while crowning and some nipple play. Overall very sensual and loving, though might be a tad bit more on the kinky side during some parts with some dom/sub elements.
If it weren't already obvious this is a birth/labor fetish fic so if you are a minor or not into that then DO NOT INTERACT. You have been warned.
If you are an adult and into this stuff then please enjoy 😏
A frustrated whine left Faith's parted lips as she clutched the back of her boyfriend's shirt tight and reluctantly stopped moving her hips against him as the muscles around her midsection, all the way down into her thighs tensed and cramped up.
"Breathe, Fai," Jett urged when he felt her holding her breath against the pain and discomfort. "'Nd keep those hips moving, yeah? It'll help."
"Nnngh," Faith moaned, pressing her forehead against Jett's shoulder and spreading her thighs further apart so that the sensitive flesh between her legs was resting more firmly against his thigh. That was about all she could do, though, paralyzed by the ever-increasing pain of the contractions.
"Good girl," Jett praised, one hand rubbing firm circles against her lower back while the other carded through one of her trembling wings, hitting all the spots that he knew usually drove her wild when they were in bed together.
"Ah!" Faith gasped when Jett rocked his leg up, the friction causing sparks of pleasure to go through her veins and mix with the pain in an almost addicting way. "Jett," she whined, hips starting to move again as the contraction faded. She was barely even aware of how desperately she was grinding against him, chasing the orgasm she could feel slowly building within her.
"That's it, pretty-girl," he rumbled against her ear, "Do what you need to - want you to feel good when you're having my baby." Jett's hands moved to grip Faith's hips then, guiding her to a more steady pace when her movements started to go erratic. "Shh, babygirl, you're okay," he purred when she sobbed against him, absolutely aching to cum. "Ya wouldn't cum like that, though, sweetie. You're too tense - lemme help, yeah?"
Faith nodded against his shoulder, alternating between clawing down his back and just holding tight onto his shirt as she followed the rhythm he set for her.
"There you go. Just focus on how good it feels, grinding your pretty little cunt on me. Don't fight it - don't fight me, got it? Let yourself go, sweetheart," Jett instructed, letting out a warm chuckle when he felt her go all but limp against him. Her protruding stomach pressed against his abdomen and brushing against his erection with every movement.
It was rather distracting and Jett couldn't help the low moan he let out when he felt her tremble against him.
It wasn't long before she was tensing again - this time in pleasure - and crying out as her orgasm washed over her. A gush of fluid soaked Jett's sweatpants and the part of the couch they were sitting on, even dripping down onto the floor. It was way too much to just be Faith squirting which meant...
"Shit - did your water just break?"
"Mhm," Faith whimpered, still riding out her orgasm even as another contraction started.
"Oh," Jett mumbled, sucking in a sharp breath when he felt Faith bite against his shoulder, cock twitching against her tightening stomach. "Keep goin', sweet girl," he urged, his own voice trembling a little with an equal mix of arousal and anxiety.
"B-but... ah... p-pressure," Faith managed to choke out, suddenly able to feel the full force of the baby's head against her cervix. It was low and the pressure was so much more intense without the amniotic sac acting as a cushion.
"I know, pretty bird, I know," Jett soothed, no longer guiding Faith's movements but just letting her rock her hips however she needed to.
She didn't even realize she was doing it and for a completely different reason this time. Sparks of pleasure still trailed up her spine, arousal still heavily present all through her body, but the real reason she was moving her hips was in an attempt to ease that sudden pressure.
"Jett," Faith groaned as the contraction ended but the pressure stayed.
"Talk to me, doll. What's happening?" Jett said, letting one of his hands wander back to her wings and wishing he could get to her chest because fuck, the sort of noises she made lately when he played with her sore and swollen breasts were fucking music.
It wasn't about him and his wants, though, no matter how hard he was. It was about her and he wasn't about to be so selfish.
"It's - th-the baby, I can feel the head," Faith panted. "'S so low," she moaned, whole body trembling as her clit rubbed just so against the soaked fabric of his sweats.
"Oh God," Jett whined, cock twitching harder against her belly. "Means it'll be over soon," he rasped, not sure how much longer he'd be able to control himself because his erection was starting to hurt.
It was just so fucking hot, having his girl squirming in his lap about to give birth, grinding against him like she was in heat, desperate for more relief even after she's already cum.
Jett gripped her hips again, pressing her down hard against his thigh while he rocked his leg up at the same time. Faith's whole body shook, tensing for a moment before going limp against him again with a shuddering sob. "Was that good or bad, doll?" Jett asked, though he didn't get a verbal answer in response.
The way she was nodding her head and grinding her hips down hard got the point across, though.
"Lemme know when you gotta push, kay? Till then you can stay like this if it helps," Jett told her, his own voice shaky as his cock throbbed and pulsed where it was trapped inside his wet sweats, pinned underneath the weight of her big stomach.
"K-Kay," Faith squeaked out, rocking her hips slow but firm against him. She couldn't help the way her green eyes rolled when he grabbed a handful of feathers in a much rougher way than he has during the whole of her labor - more like how he does right as he's about to cum, buried deep inside of her.
That's when she realized that it was his cock straining against her belly and the thought that he was so turned on damn near made her fall over the edge again.
The only thing that stopped it was the pain of another contraction.
Soon, though, the pain was overshadowed by the pressure as it worsened.
Pressing down against Jett gave her minimal relief and she found herself bearing down against the pressure without even realizing it. A series of little grunts left her mouth as she pushed, feeling as the baby's head traveled down towards her entrance.
With how hazy her brain was with the mix of discomfort, pain, and pleasure, though, she didn't think to stop grinding against Jett even as her pussy started to bulge and burn until the contraction ended and the head slid back - unable to go anywhere else.
It was the feeling of Faith straining against him and realization that she was pushing that tipped Jett over the edge, though, letting out a low groan as he added to the wet mess of his sweats.
"Hey - Faith - babe," Jett mumbled breathlessly as the reality of the situation washed over him like a bucket of ice water. "You gotta - Fuck - just let up a bit, yeah? Let the baby come now."
"Okay," Faith whimpered, groaning low and rough as she lifted her hips away from Jett. The sudden lack of counter pressure made her well aware of just how heavy the baby was.
Even though she wasn't having a contraction, Faith couldn't stop herself from pushing against the increased pressure, muffling a scream against Jett's shoulder when she felt that burning sensation again only worse.
Instinctively, Faith tried to press her hips back down to ease that pain and pressure but was stopped by a pair of strong hands on her hips. "Shh, doll, I know, I know. You can't, though, babygirl, you gotta let our baby come," Jett tried to soothe as she sobbed and struggled against him. "Here - If you can turn around I'll be able to play with that cute lil clit of yours."
"F-Fine," Faith huffed, letting Jett help her turn in his lap so she had her back against his chest, her own legs kept spread with his thighs and his hands instantly wandering.
One went to her chest, gently fondling a sore milk-filled breast as his other hand slid over her hip and down until he was cupping her bulging pussy. The very top of the baby's head forcing her inner lips to part. Jett gently traced around the head with his pointer finger, feeling Faith tremble against him, her wings giving a weak little flap at all the sensation.
"I - Jett - I gotta push," Faith whined, squirming against him and fruitlessly trying to close her legs or do something to protect against the increasing burn she felt.
Jett kept her legs spread, though, letting his thumb rub against her clit while the rest of his hand cupped her pussy as the baby's head slowly forced its way out.
"Be a good girl and push, then, my pretty birdie," Jett purred, kissing her neck as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud cry as her stomach tightened.
Gently, Jett provided some counter pressure to make sure the baby didn't crown too quickly - he didn't want her to tear, after all - while he rubbed her clit and gently pinched at one of her nipples.
"There's my good girl," Jett praised even as she squirmed against him, hot tears rolling down her cheeks and wings flapping harder as the baby came to a full crown. "Such a good little birdie. You're doing amazing, doll. My sweet girl, having my baby for me, yeah, you're doing such a good job," Jett cooed.
"Ngh, h-hurts," Faith grunted, the muscles in her thighs jumping and twitching as she tried to close them again only for Jett to stop her from doing so. "I - Jett - No! I-It's - it's goin' back - no, no, no."
Sure enough, Jett could feel the baby's head slide back in just a little bit as she stopped bearing down, not quite at a full crown anymore. "Hey, shh, it's okay, sweetheart. Just let it - don't fight. It's better to let it come slow, kay? Means you won't tear as easy. Just focus on my hands," Jett told her, rubbing his thumb harder against her sensitive clit.
Faith couldn't do anything besides just whine and moan, torn between pleasure and intense discomfort until another contraction came.
This time, the baby's head didn't slip back at all as she stopped pushing. Spreading her open to her limits and making her shake and sob and struggle even more against Jett.
It took a lot of coaxing and cooing for Jett to get her to take a few deep breaths and stop fighting, talking to her the whole time. The feeling of his hands on her barely even took the edge off anymore, but at least it was something else for Faith to focus on and think about.
And he kept it up, only stopping to make sure there wasn't a cord wrapped around the baby's neck after she managed to get the head out, and then right before the second shoulder came out.
Jett caught the baby easily, instantly bringing it up to lay it - her - against Faith's chest as the bird-hybrid slumped against him.
As soon as she managed to get her arms to work enough to cradle the crying newborn, Jett grabbed one of the soft towels they had next to them to wrap the baby in.
While Faith was nursing their daughter for the first time, Jett couldn't help but press a kiss right behind Faith's ear and mumble;
"So when're ya gonna lemme knock you up again, huh?"
#birth kink#labor kink#fpreg#orgasmic birth#childbirth#giving birth#...i had to pause like 2-3 times while writing this y'all bc i just#fuuuuuuck 🥵🥵🥵#hope you guys like reading it as much as i liked writing it lmao
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this is the most erotic broth i’ve ever witnessed…the way she moans then yells, her husbands hands moving down her belly as she pushes, she says come multiple times…oh my god this is my dream birth
the video is loud btw!!
#preggo kink#big pregnant belly#birth kink#preggy#belly kink#labor kink#birthing#contractions#crowning#pregnant#orgasmic birth
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