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Pregnancy Pill One-Shot: Beach Day

SUMMARY: Before heading out for a couples' day at the beach, a young woman takes a pregnancy pill, allowing her to have a baby within six hours. However, the relaxing day causes the two to lose track of time...

(Contains rapid pregnancy, birth, birth denial, and sexual content- reader discretion advised)

Word Count: ~5.5k

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"So when do you think I'll start to show?" Molly asked, excitement in her voice.

Owen stepped into the bedroom and saw his girlfriend observing herself in the mirror, miming the curve of a pregnant belly over her flat stomach with her hands. He smiled and approached her.

"Well, according to the instructions, you'll be due in about six hours," he told her, though she already knew. "And the first few, uh, months...won't show much growth. So you may need to give it another hour or so."

"Uggh, yeah," Molly sighed, dropping her hands to her sides. "I'm getting ahead of myself."

Owen pulled her in for a side hug, rubbing his hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, babe. Don't try to rush it, just enjoy! Come on, let's finish getting ready."

Today, Molly and Owen were getting ready for a date at the beach. Living on Maui, they were no strangers to this- however, they'd just made a decision that would make this day very special. The two were both fairly spiritual and family-oriented; Molly in particular readily believed in things like destiny and signs from the stars. So, when a particularly engaging horoscope told them they were ready to 'expand their world,' the two took that to mean it was time to start a family.

Not wanting to delay, they ordered a newly-developed fertility pill- one that, if taken after sex, would immediately induce pregnancy. That morning, Molly took it.

Now, nearly an hour later, the two were preparing to enjoy a relaxing day at the beach before the baby came. Molly changed into a bathing suit while Owen fetched sun tan lotion and towels.

As Owen was in the living room packing their things into a bag, Molly came in to model. "What do you think about this?" She called out to him.

Owen turned to see her. She was in a flattering green two-piece bikini, waistband pulled high on her hips. She turned to show her backside, causing Owen to grin.

"You look amazing," he said, going over to get a closer look at her.

"I thought this would complement the belly," she said sweetly, glancing down at herself. "...You know, when it grows out more."

"It definitely will," Owen assured her. He knelt down in front of her, holding onto her waist. He pulled her in and planted a kiss on her belly, just below her navel. "You're going to look so beautiful."

Molly chuckled, beaming. "I'm glad you seem as excited as I am!"

"For sure," Owen told her, standing back up. "Are you ready to go?"

"Lemme just put on some shorts and a tank top, and I'll meet you in the car."

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Though they lived on Maui, they were high up in the mountains, so the beach was a ways away- nearly an hour's drive. Before they headed down, they stopped by a local diner for brunch. They both ordered loco moco and mango smoothies.

"Could I just get an extra helping of rice with that?" Molly asked the waitress. "Oh, and a chocolate malasada?"

The waitress nodded and headed toward the kitchen to put in their orders.

Owen raised his eyebrows a bit. "Ha, wow...ordering more food than me, for once!"

"Oh, shush!" Molly said, though amused by his teasing. "I'm eating for two, here..."

Smiling, Owen reached across the table and held her hand. "I know. Eat all you want, my love."

The food arrived quickly, and the two ate quickly. It was all so fresh and delicious...Molly shoveled rice into her mouth like she hadn't eaten in days. By the time Owen was finished with his plate, Molly had already cleared her extra serving and scarfed down her malasada.

After the meal, the two sat back to take breathers. Owen sipped on his smoothie while waiting for the waitress to bring over the check.

"Hoooo, I'm stuffed," Molly sighed. She leaned back and plopped her hands onto her stomach.

"Me too." Owen said. He looked past the table at Molly's midsection. "You know, I think I see a bump starting."

"A baby bump?" Molly gasped, suddenly getting excited again. "Can you really tell?"

Owen watched as she sat up straight and lifted her shirt up. She placed a hand on her lower belly, gently rubbing it to see if she felt a difference. It was noticeably pudgier than earlier that morning.

"...It could also just be the food," Owen pointed out.

But Molly shook her head. "No, I think you're right. I can tell it's growing in there," she said softly. "My little baby..."

Owen watched as she lovingly stroked tiny circles on her belly with her fingertips. He couldn't explain it, but it felt like she was already emanating a certain glow. She was fully engrossed in this pregnancy, in being a mother.

"Well, we should be getting to the beach if you wanna show off that bump," he told her.

"Okay," Molly said, pulling her shirt back down. "Yeah, let's go!"

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For the whole rest of the car ride, Molly couldn't keep her hands off her little belly. Once they left the diner she'd ditched her shirt and shorts, opting to just sit in her bikini in the passenger seat.

Owen certainly didn't mind. He enjoyed getting to glance over and see her marveling at her changing body. The roundness of her middle was getting more and more obvious as they went on, perhaps even a bit bigger each time he looked at her.

The closer they got to the beach, Molly's mannerisms changed. She started breathing deeper, heavier. Her hands explored her body in wider circles, running along her tanned belly, her hips, and up to her chest.

"Owen..." Molly breathed as they pulled up to the beach. "I'm so in love with this."

Owen turned his head. His girlfriend was sporting a belly not unlike that of a woman sixteen or eighteen weeks pregnant. She was still holding it adoringly, enjoying every curve. Subtly, she was rubbing her thighs together.

"Yeah...?" Owen replied.

"It's just...something feels so good about this," Molly continued, voice airy. "It feels right, having this baby in me. I can't wait for it to grow more..."

Owen's mouth felt dry. "You, ah...you're looking really good."

Molly looked at him and smiled. "You think so?"

"Yeah," Owen said, as he stopped the car in the parking lot. He cleared his throat. "Um, well, we're here."

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The couple gathered their gear and headed toward the beach. Though, they weren't headed to the main beach, with all the tourists everywhere- after living there for so many years, they had a better plan.

They turned off the beaten path, stepping through some underbrush. After just a couple minutes, they got to their favorite spot: a small private beach, tucked away from everything else. They'd come here many times over the years, and never had another soul bother them.

Molly put out their towels while Owen set up the chairs and umbrella. They couldn't have asked for a better day- mostly sunny, with a nice cool ocean breeze.

With everything set up, Molly sat herself down on a towel with a contented sigh. As Owen walked over, he saw her pull suntan lotion out of their beach bag.

Molly raised the bottle up to him. "Help me apply...?"

"Of course," Owen said. He knelt down beside her and grabbed the bottle.

After applying a generous amount of lotion to his hands, he started on her back. He rubbed sunscreen into her neck and shoulders, down the small of her back. He added pressure with his fingers, massaging into her skin. Then, he ran his palms along her flanks, squeezing playfully, earning another contented sigh.

"Mmm...don't forget to put plenty on the belly," Molly cooed.

Owen maneuvered around so he could face her. He squirted more lotion onto his hands, then gently placed them on her belly and began to rub.

Immediately, Molly closed her eyes and leaned her head back. "Ooooh, that feels nice..."

Slowly, sensually, Owen rubbed lotion into every square inch of her bulging belly. He quickly became enraptured by the feel of it...the curve of her middle, knowing her womb was quickly filling with child. Her skin seemed sensitive there, perhaps by how it was stretching. He pressed his fingers in softly, noticing how her flesh had a slightly different give to it. As he continued to rub, her breathing got quicker, her belly rising and falling a bit with her breaths.

"How's that?" He asked her, looking up at her.

Molly was biting her lip, her eyes half-closed. "It's wonderful...don't you love it?"

"I do," Owen breathed. He moved closer to her. "You're amazing. Like a goddess."

"Mmmmh...come here."

Molly pulled Owen in, and they began to kiss. It started slow, but their pace soon quickened. Owen leaned in as they made out...he could tell how turned on she was, and that made him equally excited.

After a few moments, he reached one hand up, gently squeezing her breast. Molly gasped at the sensation, but didn't stop him- in fact, she seemed to enjoy it.

While feeling her up, Owen noticed that her tits filled his hand more than usual. "Seems like...these are getting bigger, too."

"Fuck," Molly moaned abruptly, grasping onto her boyfriend tightly. She pulled him into her shoulder so she could whisper in his ear. "Owen...I need you right now."

"Mmh?" He murmured, kissing her neck, not immediately getting the hint.

Molly whimpered. "The hormones are making me crazy...I didn't know I could want it this bad," She breathed. "I need you to fuck me. Now."

Suddenly, she reached down and grabbed his package through his swim trucks. His manhood was rock-solid in her hand. Owen grunted, jerking his hips. He sat up, realizing now meant NOW.

"A-are you sure it's okay...with the baby?" Owen stammered.

"We'll be fine...just get in me!"

As Molly started tugging his swimsuit down, Owen reached between her thighs, pulling her bottoms to the side. She eagerly spread her legs for him just as his member was freed. He got into position, and within moments, he had slid into her.

Molly moaned deeply as he entered. He put his full length in her, and she clutched his back, digging her nails in. "Oooooh, GOD!"

"You're so...fucking wet," Owen grunted, face contorting as the pleasure hit him. "You must really love...mmgh...being pregnant."

"I do," Molly said. She pushed her head back into the towel, body tensing with every thrust. "Everything is suh...so...sensi- ti-tive! Ooohhh...!"

Owen couldn't quite believe what was happening. He'd never seen Molly this horny before...that pill was a really a great idea. As he continued to pound her, he took one hand and rested it on her pregnant belly. She seemed to like that.

"Oooh, yes, feel my belly...feel our baby!"

One hand joined his on her middle, while the other gripped his back even harder. Her jaw began to go slack, her eyes scrunching tightly.

Owen felt his manhood twitching inside her, heating up. He was already getting close. "You're...so...hot..."

It was okay, though- Molly was getting close, too. "Oh, Owen...Owen...uhhn...ahhh!"

"Mmmhh...unggh, fuck..."

"Oohh, shit...ah- AHHH!"

The two finished together, their loud moans drowned out by the beach's crashing waves.

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A few minutes later, the two cuddled together, sharing Molly's towel. Owen was laying with his head next to Molly's belly, his hand gently caressing it.

"That was wonderful," Molly breathed.

"You're telling me," Owen said. "The pregnancy does wonders..."

"Yeah...sorry for being so spontaneous. I'm not sure what came over me..."

"It's okay. Your body's going through a lot right now."

"Yeah..." Molly said. She sat up a bit, looking down at her belly. "Oooh...I feel like you made me even bigger. If that's possible."

Owen lifted his head to take a look. It did seem like she was growing more quickly, now...her belly was plump and rounded, starting to expand out into her lap. She had the looks of a pregnant woman well into her second trimester. He tried to do the math with how long it had been since she'd taken the pill...but either way, she still had a ways to go.

"You're definitely getting bigger fast," Owen told her, rubbing circles on her belly. "Have you felt any kicks?"

"There've been some little movements," Molly said, smiling. "Though I think me and baby need some rest, now."

"Sure thing. Let me get you a drink," Owen offered, standing up. He fetched some water from their cooler.

Molly got onto her hands and knees, smoothing out the towel. "Do you think you could dig me a little hole...for my belly? Y'know, like they do on social media?"

Owen laughed. "Yeah, that's a great idea!"

He got down and began digging out a spot with his hands. Once he'd created a decent-sized divot, he brought his girlfriend's towel over and spread it out over the hole.

Carefully, Molly positioned her torso over the divot. She lowered herself down so that her belly pressed into it. Once she lay flat, she gave a thumbs-up.

"It's perfect!" She exclaimed.

"Good," Owen said, chuckling. He grabbed his sunglasses and sat down in a beach chair. "You rest, and lemme know when you want me to help you up."

Molly put her head down on her arms, and Owen sat back into his chair. After a few quiet minutes with no sound but the wind and waves, the two began to nod off.

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Some time later, Owen was awoken by Molly's groaning, and blinked his eyes open. More clouds had rolled over, cooling down the beach a bit. He looked over at his girlfriend, struggling to lift herself up from her spot on the towel.

"Mm...you all right, babe?" Owen yawned.

"Oof...think my belly's outgrown the hole..." Molly grunted. She got herself halfway up, sitting back on her knees. "...Oh, wow..."

Owen stood up from his chair and walked over to her. He quickly saw what she was marveling at: her pregnant belly had swelled up significantly, spilling out over her thighs. Her breasts had also plumped out more, straining her top. She had become very maternal in a short time.

Molly looked up at him as he approached. "Baby's grown a lot...guess we were napping for a while."

"Guess so...how are you feeling?" Owen asked, kneeling beside her.

"Full...heavy," Molly said, rubbing wide circles on her belly. She drummed her fingers on the underside of her gravid swell. "The weight is sitting low now."

Owen bent down and held her belly along with her. It felt firmer now, the skin stretched tight, though still smooth. He placed gentle kisses on her belly as she sighed contentedly.

After a couple minutes, he glanced back up at her. "...Time to reapply?"

Molly smirked. "I dunno...it's kinda cloudy out, no?"

"You can still get burnt when it's cloudy."

"You just want an excuse to rub more lotion on me," Molly said, narrowing her eyes.

"...Okay, you caught me."

Molly giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "It's okay, you're right...I could use some more."

Eagerly, Owen got up to fetch the sunscreen. He grabbed the bottle from the bag, and when he turned back around, he saw that his girlfriend was grasping her middle, her face scrunched slightly.

"Everything okay?" He asked as he approached with the lotion.

"Hmm...? Yeah, just felt a...kick, or something." Molly told him.

"Seems like we're gonna have an active baby!" Owen said. He sat behind her on the towel, opening up the bottle. "All right, where should I start?"

"Could you get my back?" Molly asked. "It's feeling tense...probably from the extra weight it's gotta support."

Owen squirted lotion into his hands and began to rub it into her back. He ran his hands up and down the length of her spine, palms pressing into her shoulder blades, fingers slipping under the back strap of her bikini. He worked his hands down to her hips, which felt wider and more padded than he was used to.

"How's that?" He asked as the sunscreen absorbed into her skin.

"Good," Molly breathed. "You can get my front, now."

"Lean back a bit and I'll get the bump," Owen told her.

Molly obliged, letting her weight rest a bit on her boyfriend's chest. After refilling his hands with sunscreen, he reached around and began rubbing circles on her belly. As his palms caressed her, a soft moan escaped from behind her closed lips. "Mmmmh...the stretched skin is soooo sensitive."

"I'm glad it feels nice," Owen said, sliding his hands under her baby bump. He lifted gently, feeling the weight. "Oof, that is heavy!"

"Ha, yeah, it—mmh!" Molly said, her voice suddenly cutting off as she tensed. She sat up abruptly, once more clutching her belly.

Owen was starting to feel concerned. "Are you sure you're all right, honey?"

"Ooh- yeah, just a little cramp. Not used to the pressure on my organs and stuff," Molly sighed. She took a moment, then looked at her boyfriend over her shoulder. "I think I may go down to the water for a bit."

"That sounds relaxing," Owen said, closing the lotion bottle. "Why don't you go test the waters? I'll stay back and get some reading done."

"Okay," Molly agreed. Owen helped her to stand up, and she braced her back with one hand as she adjusted to the change in her center of gravity. "I love you!"

"I love you too," Owen said, giving her a peck on the lips. "Just call over if you need me."

He returned to his chair as Molly waddled over to the water. He went to their beach bag to return the suntan lotion and retrieve the book he'd been reading. As he sat down, he watched his girlfriend walk into the waves. She looked so beautiful, full of life like this. He was happy that she seemed to like the pregnancy.

As Molly stepped into the water, she paused for a moment before continuing. The water must have been a bit cold, Owen assumed. He smiled before cracking open his book and picking up where he left off.

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Owen kept taking occasional glances at Molly, but they became less frequent as he got engrossed in his book. He began to lose track of time...only after finishing a chapter did he realize his girlfriend was still wading around in the same spot. He closed the book and decided to go check on her.

He trotted over and found her peacefully swaying in the shallow water, submerged up to her chest. "How's the water, babe?"

"Hoooo...it's good," Molly said.

Owen waded in, going to the same level as her. He saw that her eyes were closed, and that she was breathing slowly, deliberately. "You've been in here a while...probably gonna get all pruny soon."

Molly smiled slightly, exhaling through her nose. She held Owen's hands in her own beneath the waves. "Mmmmh...a water birth sounds nice, though...don't you think?"

Owen stared at her, taken aback. "A water...buh...a-are you in labor...?"

His girlfriend nodded. "Mm-hmm. My water broke just as I was stepping into the water..."

The realization hit Owen like a truck, and he began to panic. He hadn't noticed that their six hours were already up! "Shit, babe...we gotta get you home...or to a hospital, or..."

Molly cut him off by shaking her head, but kept smiling, looking oddly calm. "No time. Baby's...coming soon...I feel it moving down."

"Molly, we have no clean towels, or fresh water, or- or scissors, or anything...!"

"My body knows what to do...We just gotta let nature take its course..."

"I get it, but..." Owen said, worried about the safety of her and the child. His mind raced. "...Listen, there's that little store by the main beach. Come with me and we'll grab everything we need, okay?"

Molly pouted, opening her eyes. "You go, I'll stay here...it'll be fine."

"I'm not leaving you here to labor alone in the ocean," Owen insisted, starting to gently pull her toward the shore. "Come on...we'll be so quick. I just want to make sure we're prepared."

"Okaaaay..." Molly sighed. She began to wade over to the beach with him. "But promise you'll take me back to the water after?"

"Of course, my love."

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The two made their way over to the main beach, and Owen began to see just how much her labor had progressed. She had to stop often to ride out contractions, hunching over and groaning softly. Owen picked up a towel as they passed by their bag and wrapped it around her shoulders, telling her to breathe through it, that it would be over soon.

He wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her as they trekked through the underbrush, back to the public beach. She kept one hand on the underside of her belly, clutching it, as if to hold the baby in place.

Once out in the open, the two hurried along the beach as fast as they could, toward the small shop on the boardwalk. The closer they got, the more populated the beach was- there were dozens (if not hundreds) of people lining the shore.

"Maybe we...ask someone on the beach for help?" Owen suggested.

"Noooo," Molly whined. "I wanted this moment to be just us...oooooh!"

They stopped in place as another contraction hit her. She trembled, and Owen held onto her tightly. He sighed...he respected Molly's feelings, as the one carrying the baby...but her choices were making him nervous.

"Come on babe, we're almost there." He encouraged her.

Molly whimpered, but nodded.

By the time they got into the store, it was obvious the towel around Molly's shoulders hadn't helped much, because the two of them were still dripping wet. They weren't dressed very modestly, either- Owen in just his swim trunks, and Molly's engorged form nearly busting out of her bikini. Seeing this, the owner gave them a dirty look from behind the register, but didn't say anything.

"Okay, you look for scissors, I'll get towels and blankets," Owen said. Molly agreed, and the two began looking down different aisles.

The store was difficult to navigate- tons of knick knacks and beach gear, with no obvious organization. Owen had to search through rows of sunglasses and piles of decorative stones before he found a blanket.

As he scoured the shop, he tried to process what was going on. His girlfriend was really about to give birth...they were about to be parents! Were they really ready? He knew what they had signed up for with that fertility pill, but he never expected things would go this way.

After collecting a blanket, a clean towel, and a half-gallon of water, Owen went to meet back up with Molly. She was in a corner, doubled over, leaning on a shelf.

"Babe?" Owen said to her, placing a hand comfortingly on her shoulder. "Did you find scissors...?"

Molly shook her head tiredly. "No scissors...and- and I feel...like pushingggg..."

Owen's panic spiked again as he watched her legs bend slightly, like she wanted to squat. "Pushing...?! No, no, you can't yet...come on, we'll ask that guy if he has them."

She hugged onto his arm, and he led them over to the register. He plopped his few items onto the counter.

The man at the register merely glanced at the two of them. "...Will that be all?"

"Do you have any scissors here?" Owen asked.

"Yes, we do."

Owen winced as Molly dug her nails into his bicep, fighting her contractions. "Could I...buy a pair?"

"Afraid not. It's just the one pair...store property."

Suddenly, Molly moaned, pressing her head into her boyfriend's shoulder. "Ooouggh...baaabe...the babyyy..."

Owen gulped as he heard an ominous grumble come from Molly's belly. He put a consoling hand on her gravid swell, then looked back at the store owner. "Well, could I borrow it? We're in kind of a hurry, here."

The shopkeep rolled his eyes. "All right, as long as you return them ASAP."

He turned and stepped into a small back room behind the register. Once he was out of view, Owen whispered into Molly's ear. "How are you holding up?"

"Can't...can't," Molly panted, exasperatedly. Her knees were bent inward, thighs pressed together and quivering. "Baby wants to come out...s-so bad."

"Don't worry, just a little longer," Owen assured her, rubbing her belly gently, hoping that maybe it would quell their restless child. "We'll get you out of here soon enough..."

The store owner returned, setting a pair of scissors down on the counter. "...Anything else?"

"No, that's it." Owen said.

"That'll be $12.50, please."

Owen nodded. He reached into his pockets to grab what he needed, but... Shit. Money! He'd left his wallet locked in the car!

"Fuck," he blurted, under his breath. "Uh...okay. Can I give you my debit card info? I have it memorized."

The owner furrowed his brow, obviously not used to hearing that. "Sure...if you must."

Owen recited the debit card number, the expiration date, and security code. The shopkeep wrote it all down on a sticky note.

Once done, the owner picked the note up and took it to the back room. "All right, let me just run this through our system..."

He disappeared, and the expecting couple stood alone again. Owen tapped his foot and anxiously gnawed at his lip. Molly was sinking lower to the ground, eyes shut and grimacing. Each passing second felt like an eternity...

"MMMMmmm..." Molly moaned. Suddenly, her eyes shot open. She squeezed her belly tightly. "Ooohhhh...oh god...can't wait...any longer...nggghhneed to- !"

Abruptly, she stood up and turned away. As fast as her heaving belly and bow-legged gait would allow, she began waddling toward the exit.

"Babe, what are you doing?! Come back!" Owen whispered forcefully.

But Molly was already out the door.

"Shit, shit..." Owen hissed. His eyes darted between the front door and the back room. Should he go after her? Should he wait for the owner? Should he just steal the stuff and run? Think, think!

After a few crucial moments of indecision, the shop owner returned with a receipt and a bag. "You're all set."

"Thanks," Owen muttered, now sweating bullets. He shoved the towels and the water into the bag before promptly darting out of the store.

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Owen flew out the front door, back onto the boardwalk. He looked around wildly, clutching his bag tightly. "Molly? Molly!

His eyes found her quickly, nearly twenty yards ahead on the beach. She was on her hands and knees, head down, but the green bikini was unmistakable.

He raced toward her, feet pounding the sand. He dropped down beside her, seeing her glistening with sweat, her wet hair falling in clumps around her head. He placed a hand on her back. "Babe? Talk to me, are you okay?"

Molly gurgled. "Ghh...it's...co-comingggg..."

She bore down, her hips moving back a bit. Her low-hanging belly grazed the coarse sand. Owen looked at her backside...between her legs, the crotch of her swimsuit was bulging out slightly. The head was starting to come out!

Owen cursed again. He looked up and around...people on the beach were beginning to stare. He bent down and talked in Molly's ear. "Okay, baby, listen...you're about to give birth. We gotta get this bikini off...I'll put a towel over you, and- "

"Nnnooooo," Molly whimpered. She started trying to crawl forward, hands sinking into the sand. "I can't...have my baby here...gotta get to our beach, nnggh...to the waterrr...!"

Owen's mind raced. In rare solidarity with her stubbornness, he didn't want her to give birth here, either- not in front of all the spectators. So, he made an impromptu decision.

"Okay, babe, hang on, this is probably gonna hurt a lot."

"Mmggh?" Molly uttered in confusion. Then, she felt her boyfriend's hand between her thighs, against her womanhood, where the baby's head was emerging. Owen pressed with his palm, causing the head to be pushed back in. Molly clenched her jaw to stop herself from screaming. "...NGGHHHH!!!"

Owen felt bad, but knew he needed to buy time. With the head no longer crowning, he started putting his arms around his girlfriend. "Okay, just hold it in there for a sec, I'm gonna take you to our spot."

Molly rolled onto her side, and in an adrenaline-fueled moment of strength, Owen was able to lift her up bridal-style. The bag of their supplies still hung in the crook of one arm. After adjusting his balance, he began hurriedly carrying her away.

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Understandably, Molly moaned and groaned the whole way. She clutched her belly, fighting hard against her body's urges. By the time they were back on the path through the underbrush, she was trying to open her legs and free them from Owen's hold.

"Owen, I can't...stop pu-pushing...agghhh!" She cried, bearing down again.

"We're almost there, just a few more seconds," Owen panted, struggling to hang on to her as she squirmed in his arms. His legs were getting tired...but looking at her face, contorted from the effort of trying to deliver their child, gave him strength.

Spreading her knees as much as she could, Molly stuffed a hand between her legs. "Ah, ahh...it's starting to- hhhhghh- to come out again!"

"Oh no it's not," Owen said. They were so close. He moved forward through sheer willpower, now passing the spot where their beach bag and towels were placed.

"Oh god, oh god..." Molly groaned, deliriously. "P-put me down, it has to come out, it's coming OUUUT!!"

"I'm putting you down in two seconds!" Owen insisted. On the inside of his arm, he could feel it- her hand, trying to hold in the crowning head, as she pushed more of it out with each passing second.

His feet splashed into the water. He maintained his balance so that they wouldn't both tumble into the waves. He stepped in to his knees as Molly continued to push and moan. Just as he lowered her into the water, she cried out.

"Fuck, the head! The head is OUT!"

"I've got you, I've got you! We're here!"

Molly was able to squat down with her head and shoulders just above water. Owen faced her, reaching down into the tide to help her take off her bottoms. Once removed, the garment floated to the surface, and she was able to push freely.

"I- It's coming so fast, I gotta...ooooOOAAH!!"

"You're doing great, babe, just breathe!" Owen encouraged.

The couple both used their hands to guide the baby out. After another push, the shoulders popped free.

"Ooohhh it's almost there, it's COMMMINGG!" Molly cried.

"You've got it babe, push, push!"

With a primal roar, Molly bore down once more, and the baby was fully expelled. Owen immediately pulled the newborn up out of the salty water. After a wipe of the face and couple pats on the back, the child- a little boy- began to cry.

Joy and relief washed over Molly. "Ooooooh, he's so beautiful," she said. Owen handed the baby over, and she held onto him tenderly. The umbilical cord still trailed from the baby's stomach down into the water.

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"I can't believe...that all just happened," Owen breathed.

"God, I know..." Molly said with a tired laugh. "Thank you for being here with me, and letting me deliver him here..."

"I'm just glad we could experience the pregnancy together, quick as it was."

Molly nodded, and gave a contented sigh. "Well, let's get him in that...blanket..."

She looked up and trailed off. Owen followed her eyes and saw their bag of supplies...floating next to them in the water. In a rush, he had carried it into the waves with them. The towels and blanket were thoroughly soaked and unusable...

Owen tutted. "Welp...at least we have the scissors..."

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THE END

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egged-bound · 3 days ago

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a bear hybrid boy who gets unknowingly bred before he goes into hibernation. he wakes up in the Spring with a big belly full of cubs, almost ready to pop.

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egged-bound · 7 days ago

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You know those agricultural expos where you can watch a cow give birth? What if that, but a cowgirl instead? And she's enjoying all of the attention *very* much. All of those people, here just to see her have her calf? She'd better give them a good show~

I just saw this and it’s been on my mind all day!! I love cow girls~! Let’s do this!!

“Mooooooo!” I can hear labored mooing and moans in the stalls next to me. I’m a breed cow girl, made to birth stronger cows for farms. Most of the other heifers don’t enjoy giving birth, but secretly I do. My short brown hair contrasts nicely with my white ears and tail. I have on a skimpy little cow print bikini and that’s it. My large belly is swollen with a calf that is too large for a normal human to carry. I rub my belly gently, I’ve been in labor since the night before. I walk around my pen, doing little stretches as onlookers watch.

“Mmmrooooooo….!”

I moo out in pain as a sudden contraction hits me. I lean up against a mount made for me to hold onto. As I breathe through it, my water pops. A fluids trickle out of me but I don’t seem to notice at all. I’m too into the process. The calf is coming NOW. The people watching start to gather when they realize what’s going on. It won’t be long till I’m pushing out a huge calf.

“Hoooo… hooooooooo…”

Half an hour after the water broke and I’m breathing hard. The half’s head has passed through my cervix. It’s massive. I’m blushing so hard as people take photos. I’m waddling around, mooing and moaning loudly. My tail flicks happily as I’m watched. I just love the attention birthing gets me.

“MOOOOOOOO!!!!!” I bear down again, the body coming down now. With how large the full sized calf is the head is forced to my entrance. My skin bulges out and I am now forced to squat while holding the bar. My legs shake, I’m excited. More people are watching.

“M-Mroooo! MOOOOOOOO MROOOOOOOOO!!” I push again, mooing as the snout of the calf pushes out. The head follows fast as it crowns causing me to scream my moo’s instead. I look back, seeing everyone watching my entrance stretch. “Mmhhh~! Mooooooo!!!!” I give it another push, wiggling my little butt like I’m trying to get the head out. It’s so painful~! It slips out with a gush of fluids. But that was the easy part. A contraction rips through me soon after and I squat again. The body is massive. I sob and cry, my hips bouncing which makes the bell collar I have in jingle. The body slowly begins to stretch me open. But it’s slow and painful. People are filming me and praising me for my work. I can’t help but push again even without a contraction, my tail moving up to show the body slipping out.

“NNNNRRROOOOOO MRRRRHHHH GAHHH!” I yelp as the massive calf slides out of me. People are cheering. I turn around and do a little polite bow, smiling happily as I sit down to nurse my new calf.

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egged-bound · 7 days ago

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Since you like it, I need more cow girl birth!!!! But this time In the farm, like, it's her first time birthing, and the others cow girls are helping her, she is in a barn or something like that. It can be difficult or easy, long or short, you decide, just need more about COW GIRLS! MOOOO!!!

I’ll do you one better. In the spirit of Christmas, here is a reindeer girl birth out in an open field~!

Oh god…! When I hooked up with that buck last head I hadn’t expected this. Snow is falling on the ground and. My little brown pattered mini skirt is only doing so much to hide the labor. I push a little, groaning. I’d been in labor for a full day and had started to push an hour ago. I was in denial until tre urge for so bad and I could feel the baby inside me stretching myself open for its enterance into the world. The other reindeer around me have noticed my plight. Some of the other girls have come over to check on me but I insisted I was fine.

“Mmmmrrrrrhh!!”

My little tail wags hard as I try to push the head out. I can feel little horns prodding at my birth canal. The bells on my halter jingle as I bend over with hands on my knees. I’m puffing air out. The baby is coming too fast x I’m not ready. The eldest of the group finally comes over she has me gets down on all fours. Soon my legs spread on their own and I cry out. The head pushes open my entrance just a little.

“O-Oh.!!! Oh marshmallows it’s..! It’s commmMmmiNNGGG MROOOOOOO!”

I bellow loudly as my hips dip down. The head forms a tear drop then sinks back in. I pant hard. The herd of reigndeer girls is around me, petting me, offering food, and support. I just grunt and heave. Another contraction and I push as hard as I can. The head begins to come out without falling back in all the way.

“OH ITS HORNS!! Help!! Please it hurts!! No don’t touch- HHRGGGGGG!! AH ahhhhh!”

I strain again, then gasp for air. The horns pop out, holding the head at the beginnings of a crown. The girls are oooing at my progress. I just push my hips down and bare my teeth. The head pops out suddenly. I scream. It hurt so bad…!! The head is now lifting my skirt up for everyone to see the calf I’m birthing.

“N-No! No don’t look!! Oh gumdrops…!!!”

I sob loudly. My hips are shaking. It’s too big! I’ve never had a baby before! I cry in pain as the girls help the baby turn inside me. My bells jingle as I fall forward, leaving my hips up.

“hooo… one more…! Come on baby!”

I close my eyes and push. And push. The babies shoulders slip out. The rest is left inside me. It’s dangling out. One more…

“MMMMMMMHHH-OOOOOOORRRR! Aaaah! Oh! Oh my calf!!”

I grab the baby that has just been born into the snow. The other girls quickly usher me into the barn where my traditional reindeer equipment is taken off. Seems like I won’t be participating in any reindeer games this year!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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egged-bound · 12 days ago

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Thinking about Hucowboys being SO HORNY post birth, one hand playing with his newly grown fat udder other hand playing with his pussy, all four fingers slipping inside since it's all stretched out now and it's not enough. He needs to be bred NOW

I know those boys would be desperate for the studs to be put back in their pens, all the hormones making their minds fuzzy and their instinct to stay bred taking over.

And the pressure of his udders so full of milk?

I think they would help each other out, two cowboys against each other taking turns fisting the other up to the elbow- fingers pushing into a still spongy cervix all while he rubbing and sucking each other udders relieving that milk pressure.

They would be begging the farmers to be bred again even if they just had the most agonizing birth of huge calves, forgotten the moment they can feel their empty wombs.

#birth kink #huc0w breeding #tmpreg #huc0ow #male huc0w

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egged-bound · 13 days ago

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the top surgery scars + pregnant belly combo is unbeatable

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egged-bound · 13 days ago

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He decided I needed stretching.

I wasn’t even wet. He spread lube over my cunt and began working a clear fist-shaped toy inside me.

There was no warm up. He told me he didn’t need to start small anymore because I’m getting so ruined.

He pushed it in further and further. It hurt but he paid no attention. He pinched my nipples and slapped my clit occasionally, just for his own fun.

Once it was all the way in, he started working it in and out, making sure he really stretched my hole as much as possible.

He took video and pictures. He made me look at my own cunt being broken while he continued to break it.

When he was done he laughed at my ‘massive gape’ and went to get the fleshlight sleeve so he could have a nice tight pussy to fuck.

He told me to hold it inside myself while he pounded the plastic pussy and came hard inside it, inside me.

I’ve never felt more degraded than I do right now.

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egged-bound · 13 days ago

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WHAT THE FU-?!

You were wide awake when you felt something shift inside your womb. You looked down and screamed in horror when you saw your stomach swollen as if you were seven months pregnant. You leaned against your headboard, staring at it. What the fuck?! You poked your stomach and were immediately grossed out. You gasped when you felt whatever was in your shift, making you squirm uncomfortably. Without thinking, you rubbed your bump, hoping it would soothe whatever it was. You kept whimpering when you felt how firm the bump was.

Just then, your bedroom door burst open, and your best friend Riley came running in holding a baseball bat.

“WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?! WHAT’S WRONG?!”

“THIS!” Your voice filled with panic, and you pointed to your stomach. Your best friend looked down to see your round, full bump. “Oh, that,” they calmly said, their shoulders relaxed. You tilt your head at them, “What do you mean, OH THA-” You were cut off by the thing shifting inside you again, making you gasp.

Riley dropped the bat and came rushing towards you. “Wow, they made this much progress already? Good job, little buddy!” Riley cheered, giving your bump a little fist bump. You wiggled towards the other side of the bed. “Wait? You knew about this?” You wondered, grabbing the bed frame to help you up. You cursed under your breath from feeling the full weight.

“So don’t be mad.”

“I’m already mad.”

“Well, the guys at the lab wanted to throw away this alien egg because they believed it would have a low survival rate.”

“I don’t like where this is going.”

“So I wanted to prove them wrong…so I inserted it. In you,” Riley admitted, scrunching up their face, afraid of how you’ll react. You glared at them, “YOU WHAT?!” you screeched, waddling around the bed to strangle them. Riley hopped on the bed. “I thought you would be excited. I always see you reading those egg birth fanfics on Tumblr.” Riley explained crawling to the other side of the bed. Anger bubbling up in your chest, you grabbed your pillow. “Doesn’t mean I want to actually live it! I have to go to work! WhAt Am I sUpPoSeD tO sAy?!” You shrieked, throwing the pillow at Riley’s face, knocking them off the bed.

You cursed when you noticed that you were running late. Riley sat up. “What?! You can’t go to work!” Riley exclaimed, scrambling to get up. You rolled your eyes as you dug through your clothes, hoping to find something that would fit and hide your bump. “Well then, you should’ve told me!” You grumbled, pulling out a flowy blouse and a pair of jeans. Riley followed you into the bathroom. “But your pregnancy already progressed this fast! It shouldn’t be long before you go into labor!” Riley explained, hoping to knock some sense into you.

You stopped what you were doing and turned towards them. “How long ago did you do this?” You wondered, pointing to your new friend, Riley, lowering their head. “Four days ago,” they mumbled, glancing up at you. A frustrated sigh is released from your lips when your jeans won’t go past the curve of your bump.

“Dude, you can’t go to work. I don’t want anything happening to the egg,” Riley admitted. You looped a hair tie through the buttonhole of your jeans. “Well then, you shouldn’t have shoved an egg in me,” you deadpanned, looping the hair tie around the jeans button for a second time. “Come on, I had to do something!” Riley whined. They dropped to their knees. “I had to prove them wrong,” Riley said in a baby voice while their hands rubbed your bump.

You took a step back, throwing on your blouse where the hem rested at the belly button, leaving the bottom half of your bump exposed.

The sad part of this is that if they asked if they could insert an alien egg into your womb, you would’ve said yes.

“Will you text me when something happens?” your best friend asked. You carefully rubbed your bump, making sure Riley didn’t break the egg because, honestly, that was the last thing you needed to happen. Once you knew the egg was fine, you nodded your head as you buttoned up an oversized cardigan that covered the entire bump.

You entered the small veterinary office where you work as a receptionist. You greeted your coworkers as you quickly waddled toward the break room to hang up your bag. You looked down at the egg inside you. “Stay in there,” you warned before going to your desk, hoping none of your coworkers noticed the bump.

It’s only been two hours, and your fellow receptionists are looking at you strangely. It took you forever to get up from your seat and retrieve whatever you dropped; a few of them had to help you out. You would just explain that you had thrown your back out while sleeping.

Every time you made a slight movement, you felt the egg move, reminding you that it was there, as if you could forget. Every step you felt the weight of the egg, and it felt like a bowling ball. Of course, with your luck, you would get the heaviest one.

You are at the copier machine, minding your own business, thinking about how you have a long way to go before you can go home. When you feel the egg dramatically shift in your womb. It was so much more painful than its previous movement. You stood still, hoping it was nothing to worry about; maybe a thank you for carrying it and taking care of it, even though you were unaware of it being inside you.

You gasped when you felt it again, and you faced the wall, checking to make sure the egg didn’t break; it didn’t, leaving you confused about what was happening. The pain finally let up, and you released a sigh of relief before waddling back to work.

It’s been thirty minutes, and the pain returned and has gotten worse. The fics always said they were painful, but you never knew how painful they were talking about. You locked yourself in the bathroom and pulled your jeans and panties down. You shoved a finger through your folds, thinking the egg was coming out; this was your first egg birth, and your knowledge on egg birth from every fic you read went out the window.

You pulled out your phone and were about to text Riley when you felt a popping sensation inside you. Then you felt something jelly-like trailing down your leg, and you looked down to see a blue/purple trail. You snapped a photo and sent it to Riley with a bunch of question marks and exclamation points.

You gripped the sink as a wave of pain crashed through you. “Fuuuuuck,” you grunted, placing a hand under your bump. You heard your phone ring. Once the pain passed, you grabbed your phone and saw Riley texting you back. You pressed your forehead on your crossed arms that were resting on the sink, and a sigh of frustration escaped your lips.

Bestie 😝

YOUR WATER BROKE?! OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO RUB IT IN THE GUY’S FACES

You were so thrilled that they were having the time of their life, while you were the one in pain. “I told you to stay! You couldn’t have waited until I got off at five?” You grumbled. You groaned when you felt a twinge of pain. “You did that on purpose,” You muttered, grabbing your phone and waddling out of the bathroom. You had to keep this egg in, no matter how painful the contractions are, no matter how much your body is begging you to push. YOU HAVE TO KEEP IT IN!

You should’ve listened to Riley! You should’ve stayed home! The contractions were getting worse. You bit down on your tongue when a contraction passed. The only time you would release your cries is when the loud copier machine is blocking out your cries.

You were in the bathroom, splashing cold water in your face to cool yourself off. You stared at yourself in the mirror. “Alright, (Y/N), you only got like three hours left. You can do this. You can-” The egg shot down, resting behind your folds. “FUCK!” you yelped, feeling the bulge through your jeans.

The urge to push was getting stronger, but you couldn’t let yourself. You quickly pushed down your jeans and underwear. Shoving your fingers through your lips where you met the point of the egg.

Knock Knock

You cursed under your breath. “You alright, (Y/N)?” your coworker Maggie asked. You glanced at the door double double-checking that it was locked. “Yeah,” You panted. Freezing your movement because you don’t want to draw more attention to yourself. “Is it your back again? Do you want a heating pad?” Maggie wondered. You bit back a groan as another contraction crashed through you. “(Y/N)?” Maggie called out. You tried to collect yourself…just long enough to get Maggie to walk away. “No thanks, Maggie! I’m good! Just stubbed my t-toe!” You yelled, hoping she believed you.

“Oh…okay!” Maggie yelled. You sighed in relief when you heard her footstep echoing down the hall. You waited a second to make sure there would be no more interruptions.

Once the coast was clear, you shoved the egg back into your womb, ignoring your body’s plea to let it push. You grabbed the edge of the counter, hissing in pain when the egg was thrashing around in you like it was yelling at you for pushing it back in.

This was a nightmare. You don’t know how you're going to survive three hours…but you gotta do it.

Once the egg was finished with its tantrum, you pulled up your underwear and jeans before heading back to work.

Finally, it was 5. You quickly waddled into the break room to grab your bag and texted Riley that you were on your way home. You looked down at your bump. “We’re going home, little buddy,” you smiled.

You rushed into the apartment groaning from another contraction. Riley came running to your side. “Come on.” Riley helped you into the living room. You sat on the floor, tearing off your sweat-covered clothes. “It hurts!” You whine, throwing your head back on the cushion. Riley ran into the kitchen and ran a hand towel under cold water.

Riley sat on their knees next to you, dabbing the wet towel across your forehead. You spread your legs wide as they could go. “Next contraction, you have to push,” Riley explained. You nodded.

As if on cue, another contraction hit’s and you pushed with everything you got. You grabbed onto Riley’s hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you hissed. The egg was coming out, but agonizingly slow. You started to play with your clit hoping the wetness could help slide it out.

“You’re doing great! Keep pushing!” Riley encouraged, dabbing the cloth across your forehead. You glared at them “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” You snapped, gripping their hand tightly.

Riley wasn’t affected by you lashing out, they were used to people yelling at them during the labor process. Though they were mumbling about how they’re happy Dawn isn’t here because he would push the egg back into you and tie your legs together until you apologized.

You tried to roll your eyes but a contraction hit you. You circled your clit faster,“F-huuuuuuck” you moaned as you were reaching your orgasm. The orgasm was much more intense than non-pregnant.

Your cum did help the egg slide half way out but then it got stuck. Tears began to run down your cheeks “Pull it out of me!” You cried, you were so tired of pushing. Riley shook their head “I can’t, you just have to keep pushing! You’re almost done!” Riley smiled. You’ve been pushing for an hour and nothing was happening.

You began to play with your throbbing clit hoping it would distract you from your contractions that were very close together.

You were so tired, you don’t have it in you to push anymore but you had to keep trying. You kept pushing and pushing but the egg wouldn’t budge, you were starting to think it would never come out.

You began to cry tears of joy when you felt the egg move when you reached your second orgasm. Feeling hopeful, you felt a new wave of energy burst through you.

So you pushed and pushed then an hour later the little bastard popped out. You collapsed onto the floor landing on your side as Riley went to pick up the egg and presented it to you. The egg was slightly bigger than an ostrich egg. The egg was purple with a blue vein like pattern around the egg.

You looked up at Riley who was cradling the egg with a bright smile. After everything that happened you were starting to miss your friend being inside you. “Next time just ask” You pant, knowing that you wouldn't be able to resist saying no if they asked. Riley looked down at you “next time?” Riley mumbled, their eyes filled with hope.

You knew this wouldn’t be the last alien egg you would give birth to. And you couldn’t wait.

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egged-bound · 13 days ago

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Thinking about the most experienced cowboys on the farm.... Cowboy breeding champions who are on their 12th pregnancy. Experienced cowboys who have had their juicy pussies stretched out by so many calves it's permanently loose. Cowboys whose bodies have had so many pregnancy hormones flowing through them for so many years their bodies are positively pear shaped from how much their hips are widened and they've developed well grown udders. Imagine being the new cowboy on the farm only just bred for the first time and early on into pregnancy and seeing the older cowboys bodies and knowing that one day that's going to be you.

I can imagine new cowboys have to be ‘broke’ into the lifestyle. Seeing the older cowboys willingly getting mounted or taken to chutes to be ensiminated all with bored expressions horrified them at first.

When they are bred the first time the whole pregnancy is scary- they have seen these other cows birthing around them the entire time, both young cows screaming out huge calves and experienced ones barley stopping what they are doing to let one drop from between their legs.

They don’t want to become that to see their udders expand and need to be milked daily their hips deform and pussy stay wet and overused, but alas that’s what they have bed breed to do no way around it.

When it comes time for them to birth they don’t get help from the farmers- they just huff and cry and push out their calf alone other cows not paying them any mind at all to worried about themselves.

#birth kink #mpreg #tmpreg birth #huc0w birth #huc0w breeding #male huc0w #hucow udders #huc0w

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egged-bound · 13 days ago

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Back on my artificial insemination kick: stud roulette

A competition where the cum from multiple studs is combined into one straw of semen which is used to impregnate someone. The labor and birth is on full display to all the competitors as each one crowds to get the first peak at the tear dropped shaped bulge crowning out of your pussy.... The victor is declared when it becomes apparent who's baby it is. The earlier it's obvious the more points are awarded. If you're knocked up with multiples the winner is the one who's sired the most.

Back with more great ideass

So many good angles for this, firstly the boys not knowing what will take of how many- no separation between stud sizes and fertility so it could be a tiny cowboy birthing calves from the biggest stud. The nerves as their stomachs grow trying to figure out how many they are carrying so they can prepare for the agony.

I’d like to image two scenarios :

1. Where they are insiminated at different times and once birthing, are strapped down legs nice and wide so their calves can be seen as clearly as possible. Groups of onlookers making bets on which stud took and how many loudly over the birthing sounds coming from the poor cowboy.

2. All the boys ensiminated at the same time, kept together so they can watch each others stomachs grow all at different rates and the bigger ones get more and more nervous.

They all go into labor within days of each other and are kept in a large birthing pen so they can be watched and bet on. Boys laid out wherever there is space. Recent story by @screamingandwhelping is exactly what I’m imagining is the fallout of this competition is.

#birth kink #tmpreg birth #huc0w breeding #huc0w birth #male huc0w #mpreg

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egged-bound · 15 days ago

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Tops that are into anal 😵‍💫. I have a perfectly usable boycunt, wet and dripping. Perfect for your cock to slide into. But you want it in my ass. You wanna see how fucking desperate I am for your cock, that I'll take it in the ass. You push your cock into me while watching my boycunt. Watch it clench around nothing. See the wetness slowly drip more and more. You can play with it, feel it squeeze around your fingers with each thrust. You can feel yourself moving inside me. Watch me come apart as you split me in two. Watch my cunt twitch as I cum from you fucking my ass.

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egged-bound · 15 days ago

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I think you should elaborate on birthing those minotaur babies. Imagine how long and painful the crowning would be, especially with their big horns and long, wide snout. There's probably only two or three of them, but they're all so big and would take so long for you to push out. Your minotaur husband likes having you on display for him, loves watching you struggle with his babies. Maybe he refuses to intervene because minotaurs see a difficult labor as a test of strength, and he wants you to prove yourself a worthy carrier of his children.

The calving pen is always full of moans and screams. Men laboring, men pushing, men calving.

Every few months I’m one of them. I’m one of them right now.

A young man shrieks not far from me, obviously calving for the first time. He’s pushing too hard, too long, even after his contractions end—desperate to escape the stretch. He’s going to wear himself out before he calves even once, and his belly is huge—he’ll need to find the strength to calve again multiple times.

A fellow veteran grunts beside me, bearing down on his third calf of the evening. He’s sweating, but he has paced himself well. He only screams during crowning.

I push again, the first calf of this pregnancy stretching me painfully. My husband leans against the outside of the fence, staring intently at me. Not at my face, more at my heaving belly, with glances at my teardrop-shaped cunt. His leather trousers are tented with his erection and he breathes deeply through his bull’s nostrils.

The contraction fades and I moan as the calf slips back behind my lips. My husband’s left ear flicks dismissively, and a flash of anger burns me. As if it’s so easy for a human to calve for a minotaur!

A new contraction builds and I push. My lips part again. I groan—I’m already feeling the ring of fire and it’s only the beginning. I hold my breath and hold the pressure, letting myself stretch. The first one is always the worst. When the contraction leaves me, the calf’s head doesn’t retreat again. A small victory.

When I push again, agony blossoms between my legs. I lay my head back and scream, and push.

When I stop pushing, the stretch is so bad that I keep screaming. The young man near me screams louder, though, and I look and see that he’s at the widest part of the head of his firstborn. Push, baby, push, I think doggedly to myself—but I can’t say it out loud. To help him or even encourage him would make him lesser in the eyes of whichever bull here knocked him up.

I feel my belly contracting again and I push, but my eyes are on the emerging head of the young man’s calf. His cunt is stretched beyond its limits. Push, baby. Push hard. The first calf is always the worst. The others will come out easier after one calving. I know it hurts, baby, it’s a big calf. Push.

And he does push, and the head comes rocketing out of him. At the same moment I push hard and my calf’s head comes out, and I moan as I cum hard, bucking my hips and squirting. Fuck. He has collapsed on his side, panting and sobbing. But there’s no relief. I see the calf begin to turn until the broad shoulders are pressed up tight against the inside of his lips, and his body bears down against his will.

“No! No!” he screams. “No—ghnnnnNNNNRAAAAA.”

The primal sound come with the emergence of one shoulder. Push, baby. You’re almost there. I know it hurts, push.

“I’m calving!” he shrieks. “Oh god, I’m calving! It’s coming, it’s coming, oh god, oh god, OH GOOOODNGHHHHHHHH!”

The second shoulder lurches out of him and he calves his firstborn completely and cums, curling over his belly as he squirts and screams, his ruined hole pulsing. Good boy. My calf turns inside me and I bear down, working through the pressure on the first push, delivering a shoulder on the second push, and finally turning my gaze back to my husband as I bear down a third time. Our eyes lock as I push, and with a heady release of pressure I birth out his calf into the world.

He nods.

It’s all the approval he’s allowed to give me. It’s all the approval I need. It’s also the only approval I have time for, as the second calf rushes to take its place in my birth canal.

I keep my husband’s gaze and push, teeth gritted, panting harshly through my nose. He’s the one to break the staring contest—so that he can look at my cunt as his second calf begins to open me up.

The young man is moaning again, still lying on his side. He’s giving half-hearted pushes on his next calf.

The pressure and burn of my next crowning takes my attention. I give a long, hard push, grunting through the pain. I can feel myself building, so I reach around my huge belly to touch my tdick. I stroke myself between contractions, and as the new contraction builds I push again, and cum my entire second calf out of me with an animalistic sound. The third is right behind it, and I calve again in the orgasmic aftershocks.

Next to me, the young man is still crowning his second calf, whimpering with each push. He’s too tired.

I struggle to my feet, my cunt leaking birth fluids and cum, and I wobble to the fence nearest the young man. He looks up at me, his forehead gleaming with sweat and his eyes hollow. I nod to him and grip the fence, then drop into a low squat to push. My fourth calf emerges to a full crown while he watches.

I hear my husband snort behind me on the other side of the birthing pen. He knows what I’m doing, but I haven’t spoken to or touched the young man. In the public pen, newcomers learn by watching the birth techniques of more experienced men. I haven’t done anything wrong.

The young man pulls himself onto his hands and knees with a little sob, his eyes fixed on my bulging hole. He grips the fence with a shaking hand and rises up on unsteady legs. I stand up beside him, legs spread, and then squat in unison with him.

“Oh god,” he moans. “It hurts so bad…nghhhh—“

Our bulls aren’t close by, and the cries of other laboring men will drown out a quiet voice.

“Push, baby,” I finally whisper aloud. “Push for me.”

He tucks his chin down and obeys me, straining on his second ever calf. What did that feel like for me, that first calving season? The three huge calfs I squeezed out of me? It took me hours of pushing.

“Good boy,” I murmur soothingly. “The first calf is the worst. It’ll always be easier now.”

“It hurts,” he says, and his voice isn’t so quiet, but he’s been screaming this entire time so I know nobody will take any notice.

I groan as my body pushes for me. “Ah! Ah—“ I deliver the calf’s head, and the shoulders press up against the inside of my lips. “Nghh…take a deep breath and push, ten seconds. Don’t stop.”

He pulls in a breath and squats, his belly pulled taut. I squat beside him. Nine, eight, seven—I calve and cum, gentle this time. I roll my hips slowly to ride out my orgasm. The young man reaches his ten seconds and gasps for air.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

“Feel between your legs, baby,” I whisper. “That’s your calf. You’re at the widest part of the crown, you’re about to calve. Ten seconds, push.”

He squats and bears down, but he can only hold his breath for half the time before he opens his mouth in a scream. His calf inches out of him, and with a sudden release he fully crowns the head and the rest of the calf comes out all at once. His belly heaves and he cums, hips bucking wildly, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

“Good boy,” I say while he screams, hiding a smile. Then I moan and drop down low to push. I’m not done yet.

Neither is he, and his body is pushing on its own while he basks in the haze of his orgasm. His twitching cunt is already bulging with the next calf.

I push out two more calfs before he’s calved his third, and my belly is still huge. So is his. Two more for each of us, probably.

But both of us realize at about the same moment that we’re on our final calfs, and they’re both huge.

“Oh god,” he cries. “It’s too big. I can’t do it!”

My calf is squeezing slowly through my cervix while I pant. It burns, still deep inside me, not even beginning to make an appearance at my entrance.

“Oh, honey,” I whisper. “It’s huge. They’re both huge.”

“Does it hurt?” he whimpers.

“Yes,” I say, inhaling sharply through my teeth. “Push with me.”

We squat side by side, gripping the fence like it’s our last tether to life. I think he gets to the point where the shoulders are making their way through his cervix inside him when he starts wailing.

“It hurts! Oh god! It huuuuuurts—“

The burn is rising inside me, and I can’t stay quiet any longer. I dip my head between my shoulders and groan, loud and long, sounding for all the world like a calving minotaur instead of a laboring man. Blood is rushing in my ears, and I can hear the young man’s screams as if from a great distance. I can’t help him or encourage him anymore. We’re both alone, straining to deliver enormous calfs for our bulls.

A ring of agony grows between my legs. It’s beginning to crown. I press into the pain, there’s no other way—the pressure mounts and I can’t remember ever delivering a calf this huge. My cunt keeps stretching around it, and every second I know I’m at the widest part of the head only to realize that the stretch is still mounting. I’m not breathing, I think. I may be screaming, or holding my breath, but I’m not breathing in. I’m only pushing into the crown.

Suddenly I’m past the widest point. Unlike my other calfs today, this one’s head doesn’t come fully out all at once. I just know the pressure is easing, and I keep pushing as the head slowly slides out. I reach between my legs and let out a startled cry. The head is bigger than any newborn calf, I could almost guess this was a three month old coming out of me.

Suddenly my husband is in front of me, on the other side of the fence. He’s crouched low, looking into my eyes. With the head of his calf dangling out of me, the long crowning over, I have the wherewithal to realize there’s a spark of concern in my husband’s brown eyes. At his side is a young bull, crouched too, and holding the young man’s hands through the fence. The young man isn’t screaming anymore, his face is just a twisted, silent mask of pain as he pushes.

“It’s big,” my husband whispers. “They’re both big.”

“We can do this,” I moan, my tongue thick, my voice barely coherent. “We can do this.”

My husband nods and doesn’t touch me, but he doesn’t get up from his crouch, either.

I carefully let go of the fence and shuffle behind the young man. His opening is bulging obscenely as he struggles to crown a calf at least as big as the one hanging out of me—maybe bigger. I moan as I settle into a kneeling position.

“Okay, baby,” I say, and rub the young man’s lower back. “Your bull put a big calf in you. Let’s get it out.”

I press two fingers at the base of his stretched opening and he lets out a strangled cry.

“I’m not gonna let you tear,” I say. My breath hiccups as a contraction ripples through me and I give an instinctive push. But I stop—the shoulders haven’t rotated yet. It won’t come out. I have to let this happen. “Oooof. Okay, baby, push where you feel my fingers. On my mark, take a deep breath, push for 10 seconds. Okay, deep breath—and go.”

The young man inhales and tenses his entire body. Everything he has is being used to crown his calf. Ten, nine, eight. His calf is moving, slowly. He’s stretching wider. Five, four, three, two—

He gasps for air. “It hurts! Get it out! Get it out of me!”

“You’re getting it out,” I say, rubbing his back with my free hand. “You’re doing it. Deep breath, push.”

He tamps down a scream and does what I say. While he’s pushing, I feel my calf begin to turn. The new stretch of the shoulders is burning at my opening, and my eyes water. Fuck…

“Get it out! I can’t do it!”

“Good boy,” I whisper, trying not to push. “Good boy,” I say louder. “You’re almost there. Deep breath and push!”

He sucks air into his lungs and bears down, but a deep low rumbles through his chest. I realize with sudden clarity that if he can get through this, he will be highly prized, even with my help and the tender touch of his young bull through the fence. He’s perfect for this.

“Push, baby,” I murmur, eyes fixed on the head of his calf. Its size is unbelievable as it slowly emerges. “Don’t stop, take another deep breath and push.”

He does it, every muscle in his body taut and glistening. The head is slowly crowning, crowning…

“Aughhhh!” he wails, and the head is out.

I gasp. Both our bulls gasp. I hear other gasps too, and glance around. Others are watching, even the veteran from earlier who was calving on my other side. He’s done, I realize—his afterbirth is on the ground at his feet—but he hasn’t left the pen. He’s staring along with the rest of us at the massive head the young man has just birthed out.

“Fuck! It’s out!” the young man says. He turns to look at his calf on the ground, but as he shifts he feels the head between his legs. “What?”

“That was just the head,” I say, shakily. The urge to push is strong but I’m focused on him right now.

“What?” he whimpers, and I see tears forming in his eyes. “No…no! I can’t push it out! It’s too big, the head nearly killed me! I can’t! I can’t!”

I look at my husband. “Hold him.”

My husband loops a strong arm under the young man’s armpit and gestures to the young bull to do the same. Together they pin him to the fence in a half-squat, facing me.

“No!” he screams. “No, it hurts! I can’t!”

His belly tightens with another contraction, and I place my hands carefully but firmly around his calf’s neck.

“Be a good boy,” I say. “Push hard.”

“No! No! Aughhhh—“ But he can’t stop the inevitable. He pushes, and I begin to pry and pull on his calf while he screams. And while I pull, my body does the inevitable too, and pushes.

The shoulders hurt so fucking bad. I realize I’m screaming, delivering and helping to deliver. We push and scream, and I pull.

I jerk back as the young man calves into my arms, and as I fall back with his calf, my body spasms and my calf drops out of me.

Our two bulls swarm into the birthing pen, no longer heeding any semblance of the rules. My husband props me up to get a look at me, and the young man’s bull pulls him into his arms and holds him while he delivers the afterbirth. I push out my afterbirth a few moments later.

As I catch my breath, I meet the young man’s gaze. His eyes are glassy and his mouth gapes open while he pants, but he’s conscious. I give him a nod. He swallows hard, and exhales sharply through his nose, and nods back.

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