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wannabepapa · 1 year

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ngl u three r pretty damn cute. but if u want prompts i love when someones gotta birth quietly in the same room as ur baby daddy or other people. feel free to make it about u three if u want

Shit. Not tonight—not when we were supposed to be at this wedding for the next six hours. I thought it was braxton hicks that I had been dealing with for the last two weeks and didn't mention it. Except I was very wrong when I felt my first actual contraction wake me this morning. Luckily I was able to sneak out of bed not long after to the bathroom.

"You definitely picked the worst time little nugget." I mutter, a hand groping around my tender stomach. I had dropped days ago with no labor in sight. It wasn't uncommon for pregnancies to go past the due date so none of us worried when mine passed by. The wedding didn't seem like it would pose a problem at that point, now I'm not so sure. I knew I should have told Marin or E right after they woke up but we had hours before it was push time. First baby and all everyone said to expect to be in active labor before even thinking about going into transitional labor.

Sitting through the ceremony had been mildly uncomfortable—the cramping had gotten old as it took my focus away from the actual ceremony and left my stomach aching. I feel someone's head nuzzle against my neck, pulling me from my discomfort if only for a moment to kiss their head. A hand reaches over the apex of my bump and I see the little cuddle bug is E which elicts a soft smile. He loved the belly and the little nugget that made me turn into a beached whale so much. It was endearing to see how attentive and loving they were to the baby, especially after twenty weeks when the baby started moving.

"You okay?" they whisper low enough only I could hear. His hand rubs my belly absentmindedly—likely in attempts to rouse the babe from their slumber. Right as I was going to answer my muscles contracted, distorting my stomach as it squeezed my room terribly tight. My suit jacket had thankfully hidden how boxy it became though my restrained grunt raised E's and Marin's attention. Her hand founds its way to my protrusion quickly, snaking under the panels of my jacket to feel around curiously.

"Are these real contractions?" her tone is hushed but I can hear the concern lacing it. We had two whole weeks of false contractions that had us all walking on eggshells. Compared to what I was dealing with now those were a breeze. I didn't want to look Marin in the eye and lie—it felt so wrong to keep this from either of my partner when it came to the health of our baby.

"No" my stomach twisted with guilt. It was still early, I could pull this off. The climax of the contractions came and went to bringus back to the finishing of the ceremony. They graciously helped me stand from the folding chair as the newlyweds walked down the aisle with bright smiles and joyful laughter. Everyone clapped and hollered for their happy union before slowly they all filed out after the pair to head to the reception. More sitting and dreading of the next five hours pretending to have fun while my unborn child is rushing to be born.

Hour one was easy to play along in fake excitement. I was too big to go on the dance floor and everyone was milling about to greet everyone. Some friends and family came over to check on me, giving the bump a rub for good luck while gushing about how handsome I looked. This would be a piece of cake.

Hour two took a turn. I seemingly had a hot fash and had to shed the jacket to not feel as if I were suffocating. I looked a mess—shirt clinging to my chest thanks to the sheer size they became over the course of nine months and my back slick with sweat. Baby hairs were pasted to my neck and forehead, beading sweat dripping off me as everyone around was too busy dancing to pay enough mind.

E and Marin had been on the dance floor for the last half an hour throughly enjoying themselves. Every time they came in my line of sight, seeing them laughing and holding each other, made me wish to join them. With how cumbersome I became early in pregnancy there were many things we couldn't all do together—dancing being one of them. At home I would sit in my rocker surrounded by pillows while I watched them slow dance looking so in love. It was a dream.

"Shit." I groan quickly, gripping the edge of the table as my body was rocked again. Three minutes, that's not good. I could feel th frustration of the baby as they were crushed again, knowing full well I was going to get the crap kicked out of me for messing with their comfortable home. Both hands are rubbing circles around the tight orb begging for the pain to end so I could get to the bathroom. My body was slick with sweat and clammy from the stress of labor. Through the stabbing pain I force myself to stand, a hand holding my painfully low middle that threatened to topple me forward. No one was focused on me—they were all going about the hall, laughing gleefully as if there was nothing to care about. I out myself in this position so there was no pity.

Grunting, groaning, just about any noise you could imagine to come from me tumbled out as the slow penguin shuffled commenced to the bathroom. The pressure having built throughout the night brought tears to my eyes with each movement. My hips were on fire, a deep ache in my pelvis was going to drive me crazy. I felt both stubborn and woefully needy for help as my eyes scanned the dance floor for my lovers. Finally making it to the French doors to lead out to the hallway something inside me popped. "Oh shit."

Color drained from my face as my heart began pounding in my ears. No sight of them. They had to be somewhere, but where? Frantic hands reach for my phone in my soaked pants to send and SOS. I had to bite back an animalistic growl as the text was sent into the group chat. Hopefully one of them had their cell to see where I wondered off to. I couldn't stay here but I also didn't know if I could get out the door to make it to the bathroom. It felt like something was threatening to split me in half, the intense pressure building deep within as I grit my teeth to hold back. I barely managed to put my full weight against the door, unsteady feet trying to make purchase in the tiled hall to privacy. I came up short when my knees buckled just outside the door where I caught myself against the door jam. Tears were freely falling as I felt a burning pressure that forced my body to push. No baby. Wait for mama and daddy, please wait..!

I don't know whose arms hooked under my armpit to haul me from my hunched position or how I had suddenly been blinded by a harsh florescent light. No thoughts were important right now. I had staved off labor for too long. I needed to keep pushing now. I held onto whoever was my savior, using them as a counter weight to fall into a deep squat to push again. My clothes felt constrictive—were they this tight earlier today? I was being suffocated by my clothes with some stranger that has to witness someone giving birth. Poor thing.

"Lock the door Mar." Wait. I know that voice. My eyes, unfocused and blurry from stinging tears and sweat, look up to see E. My darling partner with his concerned face looking both terrified and focused all at once. In another moment I hear the lock of the door latch and clicking of heels rushing back to us. Marin— I take a heaving breath before a blubbering sob slips out with incomprehensible apologizes for lying. They both hush me gently, two sets of hands making work getting my sweat and waters soaked clothes off. This wasn't exactly in the birth plan but it didn't matter right now. I had both my partner—the loving parents to this nugget—holding me in their arms as we sway in place waiting for another contraction. I was going to be scolded later. That's okay, they're here now. I'm not alone.

My breath hitched as another burning urge to push overcame me that put me down in a low crouch again. E held fast with Marin kneeling behind me to rub my back, both whispering encouraging words as I put my all into this push. The baby's head was slowly inching its snail pace down my birth canal—I was so close. I could feel myself spreading farther than I thought I could handle. Whimpering and begging for it all to stop I felt soft hands press into my lower back to massage the aching muscles. It was euphoric, a kind gesture that gave me some more to anchor myself for this final push. Letting out a guttural scream I bore down with the little strength I had left, the baby rushing downward until their head fully crowned to spread me painfully wide. I gasped in surprised at the sensations—it was the worst I had ever felt but it was all worth it. We were having a baby. A perfect symbol of our love that would be the stepping stone of our huge family.

"The head, I see the head!" I hear her choked with emotions. She cupped the head with both hands while my body shook in effort. Now I needed to be careful. Little pushes, can't let myself tear and scare anyone. It took all my remaining focus and energy to only let myself push bit by bit. I felt the head bulging out of me, the nose moving and pressing down me, until finally it came to climax with the head finally popping free of me. "Oh my god look at all that hair..!"

In minutes the baby was out and whimpering when I collapsed into E's arms. I felt so empty now and weak. One second I was being cradled then the next I was resting against someone and something was put into my arms. No, not something, the baby. They were bundled up in my shirt wriggling and whimpering at the new world they were brought into. An absolutely perfect little being was in my arms, I was surrounded by the loves of my life who were crying and cooing at our first born, and everything was absolutely perfect. Except the hollow feeling in my belly that made me ache.

"I want another. As soon as possible."

#;ask and ye shall receive #g's writing #labor #polyamory preg #darling e #cutie pie #overdue birth #;do i leave it at this? yeah why not #;unless someone decides they want more then i'll continue from here #;sorry it took so long to write nonnie it has been a rough 2023 #nonnie #nonbinary pregnancy

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dyl-the-pregoologist · 25 days

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Look at the babies move in there beauty, strong, big and healthy don’t ya think? Maybe they’re running out of space.

Your husband was right about letting someone else get you pregnant, doubt he could give you twins like these two, so active and strong, soon to come out…it was a good baby shower gift from him to give us a weekend in a hotel, so we could keep fucking while he prepared everything.

Ya know? If you two ever want to expand the family with my strong genes, I’ll be glad to help~ I’d love to give a lucky someone triplets 💜

Come on, let’s fuck again, till I make you go into labor

#pregnancy #pregnant #preggophilia #preggo kink #baby belly #preg k!nk #preg belly #birth kink #cuckcold #overdue pregnancy

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alkali1 · 5 months

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Fantasy Maternity Ward

It had been a relatively quiet day at the maternity ward, but all of Dr. Ixia's hope of going home on time vanished when she heard the anguished screams of the petite elven woman being carried into the delivery room by her hulking orc husband. Half-orc deliveries were almost always a drawn-out, tortuous affair, and with the three-year length of elven pregnancies, the mother would surely need a lot of time and assistance to squeeze out the 60-70 pound toddler currently cramming its way through her overdilated cervix.

The nurse briefed the goblin OBGYN on the patient's status: "She's carrying a singleton, half-orc 163 weeks pregnant, and nearly fully dilated." The doctor's eyes widened at hearing how long the pregnancy had been. Elves usually couldn't handle bearing interspecies babies the full three years, but this woman had gone severely overdue. She shuddered thinking about the sheer size of the baby, and whether her body could even stretch enough to accommodate it.

The patient was helped into the birthing bed, her feet strapped up into the stirrups. Her breasts, sagging low with milk, were pushed up into her face by the enormity of her womb, which dominated the rest of her body. From Ixia's low angle it looked like it could be the size of the rest of her combined. The elf's straining, barrel-sized belly shifted back and forth as the strong, overdeveloped child confined within writhed, desperate to be born.

The doctor reached into the patient's swollen pussy to examine her cervix. She found her to be fully dilated, with the baby's watermelon-sized and colored head battering against the elf's hopelessly tiny pelvic inlet with each desperate push.

"Huff...huff...stuUUUUUUUUUCK!" was all the poor elf could say as another contraction made her strain desperately to squeeze the colossal head through her unyielding hips. "We're going to give you a little something to help you stretch", said Dr. Ixia, loading up a syringe with a clear potion.

Ixia made three careful injections into the ligaments holding her pelvis together, one in the front and one on either side of her delicate tailbone. She wrenched the strirrups back, bringing the elven woman's feet almost parallel to her head. The patient let out a desperate scream as she reacted to the burning sensation of her pelvic ligaments stretching like taffy.

With her hips finally widened enough for her pushes to slowly start squeezing the overdue toddler downwards, the patient writhed underneath the suffocating boulder of her belly, clinging desperately to her orc husband's burly arm. Each push brought a few agonizingly slow millimeters of progress, and with it an unimaginable searing pain that made her scream and wail that her hips would split. Though this was one of the most disproportionate births she'd attended, it was nothing the veteran doctor hadn't seen before. Ixia squirted some lubricating oil into the now bulging cunt of her patient, working it in around the brow of the child to hopefully ease its passage somewhat.

After a few hours the head was just barely starting to approach the elf's bulging lips. With a sliver of green skin visible, each push made her swollen flower distend just a bit more, until it formed a sickening bulge several inches wide. Her perineum was pulled so tight that it dragged her anus open with into a teardrop shape.

Ixia sighed, realizing that the elf's hole was just too small and tight to stretch around the colossal toddler head. She gently ran her fingers around the taut rim, testing its pliability and trying to stretch it around a little more of the huge skull. There was just no way it was going to fit without splitting the poor elf wide open.

"Ready the traction forceps," Ixia said to her assistant. As the device was being assembled, she rubbed a sticky potion into the elf's vaginal lips and perineum. "This will help you stretch wide enough to deliver." she explained.

With the ointment taking effect Ixia was just barely able to wiggle the curved metal faces of the forceps into the patient's birth canal and secure them into place around either side of the head. She locked them together and hooked the apparatus up to a chain, then turned a crank to create constant pressure against her patient's stubborn cunt.

"IT'S RIPPING MEeeeeeee!" screams the poor elf, struggling to stay calm with the burning sensation in her overstretched cunt suddenly multiplying tenfold. "Calm down, you're not tearing. Just breathe and push when you feel a contraction." Privately, Ixia had her doubts. The doctor prided herself on rarely having to cut her patients, but the sheer size of the grossly overdeveloped half-breed could easily prove too large for the extra capacity provided by the stretching ointment.

Over the next three hours the elf's grotesquely stretched pussy gradually stretched around the baby's boulder-like, fused skull. The doctor periodically ratcheted up the tension, and reapplied more ointment to the patient's vulva and perineum. But just before it reached its widest point, it stopped progressing.

The red-faced elf gasped as Ixia explained that the shoulders had become stuck on her tailbone. "Brace yourself, this will be quite uncomfortable." said the doctor as she pulled on an elbow-length surgical glove.

Ixia carefully squeezed her hand into the gaping maw of the elf's rectum. She faced severe resistance from the stretching and squeezing being exerted on the hole by the massive obstruction lodged in the birth canal. Every square inch of space in the moaning patient's pelvic cavity seemed to be taken up by the baby, but finally the doctor was able to get some leverage on the shoulders.

With the next push she attempted to rotate the anterior shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. It was completely wedged against the unusually prominent bone. With a sickening pop, the fragile spur gave way. Ixia quickly withdrew her arm from the patient and provided counterpressure as the unstuck baby surged forward.

"Try to pant through the urge to push. If it comes too quickly you're going to tear yourself badly." But the agonized elven woman was far too deep into the throes of labor to resist her body's desperate signals. With the next contraction the head finally popped free from her gaping cunt with a gush of fluid. Ixia disengaged the forceps and gently guided the shoulders and torso out. With one more quick push the gigantic toddler fully emerged from the elf's blown-out birthing hole.

Ixia needed help from her assistant to lift the child onto the mother's chest. As the new parents cooed over their firstborn and the nurses cleaned him up and did their examinations, she supervised the delivery of the placenta and stitched up the shockingly minor tears in the elf's loose, swollen-purple hole.

"76 pounds 15 ounces!" announced one of the nurses after weighing the chubby newborn boy. "One of the largest I've ever delivered" thought Ixia to herself. With the ordeal largely over, the doctor advised the patient to stay on bedrest for at least six weeks while her tailbone healed and alchemically stretched body parts slowly returned to normal. Finally, hours after she expected, she could go home.

#birth #size difference #pregnancy fantasy #pregnant fantasy #overdue pregnancy #giving birth #birth fic

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flexoffenderrex · 1 year

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Squeeze

The power in that womb, the way it contracts

#birth denial #huge pregnant belly #birth kink #labor kink #overdue #pregnant

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stupidlypregnant · 1 month

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Hi, I'm bunny 💞

I'm a submissive ftm trans boy (top surgery, on t, still a boypussy) and I'm looking for a dom that fills up my empty tummy with lots of baby bunnies.

My main kinks are pregnancy and labor/giving birth - the harder the better. Please make me uncomfortable, make me struggle. Birth denial is my biggest turn on 🥺

I am a man. If you're not into men, don't text me. When you talk about my body it's cock, dick, boypussy, pussy, chest and nipples. Nothing else.

Kinks: pet play (bunny and puppy), cum control and edging, praise and humiliation, ownership, daddy/sir kink, cockwarming, breeding and cumflation, crossdressing and lingerie, choking, public stuff, kidnapping, multiples pregnancy, big pregnant belly, belly rubs/massages, mild torture, mild belly abuse, lactation, being overdue, contractions, labor, sexual stuff during labor, giving birth, birth denial (restriction, plugging, labor suppressants, holding, pushing back in, corruption etc.) ...

Not for me/limits: minors, rape, nonconsensual sexual stuff, toilet stuff, vomit, medical, early stages of pregnancy, extreme hyperpreg, rapid pregnancy, stuffing, unusual weight gain, vore, unbirth, furries, monsters, aliens, death, blood and gore, fantasy, lovey dovey happy stuff, being called mama or daddy or something like that

My DM's and asks are open, please tell me what you wanna do to me 💖

My own stuff is tagged as #bunnyboywrites

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dontpushbaby · 8 months

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mrmpreg · 1 year

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I love the idea of counting down your due date combined with a monster's pregnancy. The gestation period is far longer than a human's so you're unable to give birth on the date you thought was due only to watch yourself grow bigger and bigger as the days past.

#monster pregnancy #mpreg #overdue #birth denial #? kinda

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hush-writes-preg · 10 months

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I’ve had this fantasy stuck in my head for months now. You’re my partner who’s a doctor and you’d been slipping fertility drugs in my food for months. And now I’m 2 months overdue with your triplets. You keep giving me medications to prevent me from going into labor and to grow your brood bigger and stronger. Of course I don’t realize I’m so far over due. Pregnancy brain has made it so I don’t know how long it’s been. You just reassure me that everything is fine and going along as planned whenever I ask any questions. You just give me my “vitamins” and pat my ever growing belly.

Now this is a delicious fantasy. Imagine being kept pampered and well-loved but without access to any tools you might use to track your pregnancy. I'd take care of all of your prenatal care, assuring you that everything is entirely normal, and happily watch you grow larger by the day.

I wonder how long you can go before your body just can't hold them anymore? Your belly so swollen that you can barely get around by yourself, constantly shifting from the movement within. By the time that moment arrives, our children will be so large that there'd be no way for you to deliver naturally.

#hush answers #manipulation #overdue pregnancy #fertility drugs #pregnant with multiples #birth denial

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mythicalartistx · 8 months

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Every suspicious lines that refer to UX/other lore

KHUX and KH3 SPOILERS

KH2

This refers to who he really is relating to UX since that was thousand of years in the past.

This could refer to Aqua, Ven, Terra, but then later it probably referring to the KHUX heroes and who he really is.

358/2 DAYS

Now in this moment Xion looks like Ven to Xigbar and his words could be referring to BBS because of Ven, but he could also be referring to UX and how he sort of knew him then.

Notice how he says of all faces, it's like he has seen many faces since he's experienced many lifetimes.

BBS

His words again refer to all the keyblade wilders with it seem like everyone one referring to KHUX and how he can wield one because of who he is.

Then he tells Ventus he's got the angry look down and this refers to when he tells Xion he used to give me the same look.

Re:Coded

At the end of Re:Coded YX talks about the χ-blade and he says it's his destiny and Xigbar's eye twice and it's clear that he disagrees. It also seems that YX might know of Braig being ancient.

DDD

When Braig talks to Terranort he says he has his hands full of plans, this probably refers to his plans for the future and the future antagonists the foretellers.

KH3

Xigbar says "No good will ever come from putting other people first." This probably refers to DR and how they all sacrificed themselves for each other and to avenge them. It could also be in χ how player character tricked the other darknesses so the others could escape.

I want to also include how Ventus in KH3 talks to Aqua after waking up, they're outside Yen Sid 's tower. Ven says he was dreaming all about the adventures about them and saw some people and also some people he didn't recognize. He then later says he dreamed of these animal like things.

The first thought are the dream eaters which are still connected to Chirithy, but it could be Chirithy and the people he didn't recognize could be Brain, Skuld, and the others.

Then finally is when Xigbar says Oh I am worthy, when Sora is in disbelief he would use Xehanort's keyblade. That clearly shows oh he was one of the original ancient masters and can wield them.

There are several I probably missed, and of course Kairi's grandmother telling her a story about the children of light refers to UX story on how everything started...

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