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Train Twins

((Happy Easter, to everyone who celebrates it. I don't but I thought that would be fun to mention lmao. CW: public birth, humiliation, clothing birth, neglectful partner, dom/sub, dark(ish). ))

It was a common sight but always a pitiful one. Breeders frequently paraded their carriers around in public like prized heifers at a county fair when they grew too large. Stretch marked bellies, smooth bellies, veiny bellies, ones that took on the shape of the babe or babes within. It was almost like a dick measuring contest but it was determined by the size of the carrier at their largest.

My most memorable sighting until today was a carrier who was sporting an elongated, melon-shaped middle that pointed at the floor. Triplets, I was told when I asked their breeder. They could barely walk when and had tears slathered all over their cheeks at the pain in their hips as they trudged along behind their breeder.

But I could only assume they were on their way to a hospital to give birth because they were waddling heavily across the parking lot of the ER with a team of nurses running towards them with a wheelchair.

Today's sighting was different but just as troubling to look at, if not more. A tall, hefty man waltzed around with pride on his face when he yanked on the leash of his carrier as they entered the train. What stumbled in was a petite man with a slender build and a grotesquely large belly hanging from his middle. With how hard the breeder pulled him in, he looked like he'd fall forward and slam his belly into the ground but the hand that held his stomach from underneath reached out and grabbed a pole as he steadied himself. He would have used both hands to better balance himself, but the other was occupied and struggling to hold a very large toddler on his hip. The breeder was shirtless and the child who was no older than ten months old was latched onto his breast.

They began walking to the back of the car where I sat and I got a clear view of the straining belly. The size difference meant the babies under his skin were very, very large. I could tell they were out of room and probably had been for weeks by now. There was a big lump at the top of his belly and another one on the side but lower down. I knew a positioned babe with an engaged head when I saw one. His walk or lack thereof gave it away as well. Bowed at the knees, he waddled/shuffled (I truly didn't know how to describe it) awkwardly behind the breeder who led him to a section where only one seat remained. The carrier was forced to stand with a hardened belly and baby-filled hips as his owner sat down comfortably before they train moved.

A girl who couldn't be any older than 16 quickly stood and offered her seat to the man who looked so close to birth all eyes were on him and his bulging belly. The breeder barked at her saying "he's fine! If I wanted him to sit, I'd let him". The little carrier was so embarrassed and made eye contact with no one as the girl sat down with a frown on her face. Her mother rubbed her shoulder as the pregnant man uttered a quiet "thank you" for her attempt at giving him some much needed comfort.

He was bare from the waist up and on full display for everyone in the read car to see. He began to feel a contraction as the train lurched forward. People watched in sympathy as he went from clutching his tight belly to hanging onto one of the top bars for standing passengers. As the tracks rumbled beneath the floor, his womb grew tighter around two big, due babies. His hips dipped and I could tell he wanted nothing more than to grab his stomach and rub the pain away. Weary, dark eyes stared at the floor as the muscles in his arms tightened while the contraction peaked. He was trying not to grip the toddler too tightly, as she was now fully asleep with her head resting on her father's shoulder while the other sat and scrolled through his phone.

The atmosphere was tense as other onlookers tried to avert their eyes away from the carrier who was now squeezing his eyes and breathing hard through flared nostrils. Seconds later, he couldn't hold back anymore. Something happened that caused the carrier's eyes to open wide and jump. He twisted his hips quickly and let out a loud "OW! OWWWW!" that had everyone, including me, on high alert. Another breeder spoke up this time. I knew she was one because I'd seen her with her carrier over the years through multiple pregnancies. She had one of the healthiest and happiest I'd ever seen.

She stood up and demanded that he sit. Then she reached for the leash but his breeder held tight. "Let go, asshole! You can let him sit for one ride!"

"Yeah, he can take mine!" Another man yelled in front of me.

The carrier was utterly humiliated as he struggled to form words through the stabbing pain in his cervix. "I-I-I'm-I'm fine. I ju-just–"

The breeder cut him off with a booming voice. "He doesn't need to sit! That slimy bastard should've though twice about sneaking out and sleeping around on me last night!"

Ah. This was punishment. Cruel and unusual punishment. It was obvious that he thought the revelation would change their minds but it did the opposite.

"Well, I can see why he did. You're a real piece of work. If I were him I'd cheat on you too!" She yelled back, red in the face. "And I know you didn't wait for him to heal after the last one before stuffing him with two more! Breeders like you are insufferable!"

As I watched the argument unfold, I glanced at the carrier and did a double take when I saw a small, wet stain on light gray sweatpants. No one else seemed to notice and I'm not even sure if he did either. A person next to me was recording the while situation and I'm sure they caught it at their angle. The toddler was now awake and swiveling her heads as the adults argued amongst themselves. The carrier took some of his attention away from his pained womb and soothed the girl as she began to whine at the foul atmosphere. He bounced her gently in one arm as the other held onto the rail. His legs shook and looked as if they'd give out any second.

"Come on, man, look at him!" The person recording next to me shouted at his breeder. "He's about to start droppin' babies!"

"I trained him better than that. He can hold." Said the breeder coldly.

"Can he?" They asked out loud.

"You people think you know my carrier better than me? And how do you know we're not on our way to a birth center right now, huh? All of you are gonna stress the bastards out of him before we even get there!"

They yelled back, "The only birth center in town is in the opposite direction, dumbass!"

"You know what..." The breeder woman sighed as she grabbed the carrier and sat him down slowly in her spot. She unhooked his leash at the same time and lightly rubbed his back, as did the person next to him. Someone else took the toddler and the carrier was now slumped on one side with one hand white-knuckling the seat handle and the other rubbing aggressively at the underside of his misshapen swell. His hips were angled in a way that let myself and everyone who'd known anything about childbirth could tell that a head was dangerously far down and putting pressure on his ass.

His breeder stood with curled lips but someone stepped in between him and the woman.

She and a few others swooned over the carrier who, from what I could hear from the others, was in the throes of transition. Someone asked if he wanted them to check him and he shook his head. They frowned knowing he rejected the offer because his breeder would likely fly into a fit of rage but they didn't push him to accept one. All they could do was offer back rubs and hands to squeeze through contractions for the next half hour until the train stopped.

The doors slid open and the breeder immediately stood. He shoved the small crowd away from his carrier and smacked their hands before slipping thick fingers under his collar and pulling the laboring man to his feet. He cried out and rocked his hips from side to side on instinct as the burly breeder latched the leash on again. After sitting in labor for the duration of the ride, his sac weakened with the lowering babes and what was once a small spot of fluid on his pants had grown to a huge, dark, wet patch that covered his entire ass. The breeder ignored the angry shouts of protest and insults as he walked forward. When the carrier didn't follow right away, he yanked the leash even harder than he did as they boarded.

A very loud and painful yelp came from the man as he stumbled forward. The only thing that kept him from falling was the wall next to the door that he leaned heavily on while his knees buckled. The toddler was still in the arms of a complete stranger and I don't think the breeder cared. All he wanted to do was escape the public eye but I knew they wouldn't have time for that when I saw his hand vanish into his pants. Water splashed and flooded the floor of the train as he screamed that a babe was falling out.

The breeder had no patience left. He was fully off the train and turned around with a deadly glare as he yanked the leash again. The carrier was harshly pulled out of the train and through a window, I could see that he landed on his side on the pavement. All hell broke loose as people rushed out of the train car and the breeder was knocked on his ass with a single punch from another man. The carrier screamed on his side with a leg hiked up in the air as a fight broke out.

As soon as I stepped off the train, there was a crowd of people from the front cars watching in confusion and horror as a carrier with a spiked collar gave birth on the floor of the station and three other people jumped on his breeder. Water gushed heavily and he reached down to grab it with one hand while pushing down on his belly with the other. When I looked down, his pants were completely soaked and with a single strong push, the first babe spilled out into his baggy pants. He cried out, immediately feeling the second fill the bowl of his hips as two people pulled his pants down to reveal a screaming baby. Someone removed their jacket to swaddle it.

I could hear the voice of a woman filling in a dispatcher on the whole situation as he howled around the head of the second babe. I watched his body heave with every blood curdling scream as the head emerged. It was so big that the people at his side had a hard time holding him in place while he kicked and squirmed from the pain.

Time flet like it slowed when I scanned the crowd and saw that a few men had his breeder on the ground, but he had a perfect view of the poor carrier going insane around the head of his baby in such a public place. The man was smiling wide. He later claimed to a court that he needed the carrier feel as humiliated as he did when he found out about the cheating. And he needed to feel it much worse. It was decided that he'd wait for the first signs of active labor became apparent and force him to walk in public with the babies deep in his hips and ready to fall out at any second.

The first wailed while wrapped in a black jacket and I was snapped out of my haze when the person tending to the first baby, a boy, on the ground looked over at him and shouted "guys, there's the other one!".

When I looked down there was a head inching it's way out of him as he convulsed with pain. As water blasted out around the neck, I was taking my shirt off without thinking of it. No one else seemed to move, so I yelled "I got it!" and dove in to grab the head of the next baby. I noticed the heavy weight in my hand and turned to look at it's sibling who was huge up close. A pang of sympathy hit me when I thought about how pained this man must have been in the weeks leading up to the inevitable birth.

Something caught my eye, and I yelled for him to stop. A purple cord was wrapped around the babe and growing tight. I cupped my hand around the head to keep the shoulders from slipping out.

"IT HAS TO COME OUT!"

"I know, I know, hold on. Please, just wait." I begged as I fumbled around the slippery cord. I felt the power of his next great push as I countered it by adding some pressure to the head, whispering a small "Jesus Christ" as I could feel that this push would be the one.

"IT HAS TO COME NOW! PLEASE! IT HAS TO–"

He went silent for a heartbeat before letting out the most animalistic noise I've ever heard coming from a person. His hips jerked away from my hand which helped me hook a finger around the cord and slip it quickly over the head. The second, another huge boy, gushed out into my hands and I gasped at just how heavy it once he'd fully fallen. I sat in complete shock as it cried in my hands.

I looked up at the breeder again to see that same sinister smile as security lifted him to his feet and shoved him out the station. Seeing the carrier scream out his sons on a subway platform while being recorded and watch by so many people in his most vulnerable moment was well worth a revoked license and jail time. A paramedic took the baby without me even realizing and just like that, it was all over. The crowd dispersed over a few minutes after the carried was taken into on ambulance and I was left kneeling there drenched in amniotic fluid, shirtless, and more aroused than I've ever been in my life.

I soon began to consider becoming a breeder myself.

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Madame de Montespan Birthing in Secret - Part 2/2

This story is set in the palace of Versailles, under the reign of Louis XIV, and is about the pregnant story of one of her mistresses: Madame de Montespan. It doesn't pretend to be historically accurate at any point.

If you like this scenario, I recommend you check out the Dropster story At the King's Pleasure. The 2015 series Versailles also played an important role in etching these courtly pregnancies into many of our minds.

Feel free to write any related or follow-up story with vanilla pregnancies. I’ll sure enjoy them.

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Madame de Montespan gets out of the king's bed not long after they ended having sex. Usually, she feels kind of dirty every time the king asks her to leave his bed for the night. At that moment she gets fully aware that she is mainly a sexual toy for the king. But today, she feels relieved to be able to get to her chambers as quickly as possible. She is walking through the dark corridors, holding a candle up in front of herself when she feels a cramp in her belly.

“Ah…” Her free hand goes immediately to her lower belly. “Fuck!” She whispers, as she realizes that the child in her wants to go out as soon as possible.

She is fully aware that she still has some time to labor before the things get serious, so she goes to her chambers and lies on the bed to take some rest. During the night she is able to sleep even though being interrupted by about ten more contractions. 

Soon after the sun rises, Jacqueline knocks on her door as usual. She brings with her a bowl full of hot and soapy water to help Madame de Montespan get clean. 

“Jacqueline, come in.” Once the girl gets in and closes the door behind her, Madame de Montespan lets her know about her present situation. “Jacqueline, I think today’s the day. I’ve been having contractions since yesterday’s evening, just a few, but they keep coming regularly.”

“You’ve been… Alright. Do you need anything? What do you want me to do?”

“For now, let’s follow a normal routine. Help me get ready.”

Jacqueline helps Madame de Montespan get out of bed and get naked. She notices that her belly has changed, it’s no longer round, it now has a pear shape. With a sponge soaked in the warm water, Jacqueline rubs all the lady’s body. She cleans her arms, neck, back, boobs and, when she is rubbing her belly she notices it gets tight.

“Ouch. Another one. Mmmmmmh… Hof… Hof…” With her own hands as well as with Jacqueline’s hands around her belly, Madame de Montespan bends slightly over and moves her hips until the pain ends. “They are getting closer together, I had the last one about fifteen minutes ago.”

Jacqueline keeps rubbing her belly for a while and then passes quickly over her pussy before going to her legs. Once the lady is fully clean, she starts helping her get dressed. They start with the white full body underwear, just like the one in which she visited the king last light. Then a special corset for pregnant women, smaller than the normal ones as it doesn’t have to squeeze the belly, just enhance the boobs. Over all these clothes goes a beautiful olive green dress with gold stitches. It fits tight on her chest and clearly shows the top shape of her pregnant belly but gets loose as it falls to her feet. Jacqueline also styles the lady’s hair, finishing it with a beautiful tiara with a handful of pearls. 

When Madame de Montespan sits to get a pair of long boots on, she feels another contraction. “Mmmmmmmh… Mmmmmmmmh… Oh good. Mmmmaah… They are getting stronger.”

“Don’t you worry Madame, you still have a long way to go. There’s enough time to get to the cabin. Meanwhile, what would you like to do, maybe go to the main rooms?” Jacqueline says as she works with the boots.

“Of course not! If I show signs of labor in public, I will be taken by the guards. We should spend some more time here and once the pains get closer together, we’ll pretend that we want to go out to the gardens. That will be my excuse for the king, that I gave birth unexpectedly in the forest, fortunately with you by my side.”

Both women wait at Madame de Montespan’s chamber playing some popular card games, without betting any money, just to kill some time. Madame de Montespan gets hit by the labor pains regularly. After about two hours, her pains are about five minutes apart.

“They are getting closer. We should leave now.” Jacqueline says.

“Do you think so? We can’t spend much time in the forest, the king might send someone to fetch me.”

“Well, to be sure, I can check how open you are, If you don’t mind it Madame. I’ve done it once before to my mother.”

“Sure. It’s better to know… Do I have to lay on the bed?”

“No Madame, just move a bit to the end of the chair and spread your legs.”

“Just like this?” Madame de Montespan asks once she is positioned with her legs as far apart as the chair’s armrests allow her to do. “Don’t you need me to get undressed?”

“Well Madame, It will be easier that way, but that would take too much time. In order to do it faster, I can make a hole in your underwear.” Jacqueline says holding a small knife. She then makes a cut wide enough to let her hand pass through and leaves the knife on the floor. “Now breathe, it might be quite uncomfortable.” With one hand holding Madame de Montespan’s dress above her pregnant belly she began to insert two fingers in her pussy. “Good Madame, it seems you are about six centimeters dilated, we’d better leave now.”

The walk to the cabin proved harder than Madame de Montespan had expected. Just before getting out of the palace, both women must go down the main stairs. With each step downwards, she feels the full weight of her unborn child pressing down. Then, at the garden, she was hit by another contraction. Having no place to support herself, and being surrounded by some couples, she grabs Jaqueline’s hand firmly as it was the only way to get distracted from the pain and prevent making any labouring moans. 

They get as quickly as possible out of the gardens and into the forest. Now, without anybody in sight, Madame de Montespan’s steps became slower. She keeps walking, focused on getting to the cabin. However, she is less worried about showing clear signs of labor. Now her legs are a bit spread, she keeps both hands on her belly and her posture is hunched. Some sweat drops are clearly visible in her forehead and her breath is becoming louder. 

As she feels another contraction building up, she turns those loud breaths into moans and quickly changes the direction of her steps to reach for the nearest tree. With both hands on the tree, she goes down to a half squat and moves her hips from side to side.

“Mmmmmmmhhh…. hof, hof… ” Once the contraction is over, she stands up again and starts walking again. “Jacqueline, would you please go ahead and start lighting up a fire and getting the place ready?”

“And leave you alone Madame? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ll be alright. These pains are coming stronger and faster, but there is still time for the birth to really begin. So it makes no sense for you to keep my path when you could be doing necessary tasks.” Jacqueline’s face clearly showed her concern so she added “I should arrive there in twenty minutes, half an hour at most, depending on the contractions. If I’m not there by then, all you have to do is get back and search for me in this direction, I won’t be far.”

Jacqueline, despite still having some concerns, leaves Madame de Montespan at her labouring path. The feeling of the baby’s head at the top of her pelvis is now constant, feeling like a heavy cannonball trying to make its way out. On her way to the cabin, she endures five more contractions. Each of them forcing her to stop. To face the pain, she gets her back supported against a tree, lowers herself down a bit as she opens her legs wide apart. With both hands on her belly, she is able to feel its tightness. 

Despite all the pain and the effort, clearly evident in the sweat covering all her face and neck, she feels confident to reach her destination because she hasn’t yet felt the urge to bear down and push. So, she keeps her slow but steady path. Not long after the fifth contraction while being alone, she is able to see the cabin right in front of her with a bit of smoke coming out its little chimney. Relieved to be here at last, Madame de Montespan goes out of the shades of the forest to end this exhausting walk. 

Once she has already done about ten steps over the sunny wild grass, she feels another pain. This contraction hits faster and harder than she was expecting and makes her fall to her knees.

“AAAH… JACQUELINE!” She screams. As the pain keeps increasing, she puts her hands to the grown and firmly grabs some of the plants. 

Jacqueline quickly comes out of the cabin and, after seeing Madame de Montespan on her hands and knees right in front of it, rushes to help her stand up and get in. 

“AAAH… Just a moment… HAAH… Oh… Hof…” Madame de Montespan takes some time to rest on the ground once the contraction is over and then gets back up again and follows Jacqueline into the cabin.

Once into the cabin, Madame de Montespan is able to see Jacqueline’s work. The small room is much more clean, the bed has white sheets and a couple of pillows and over the table there are some folded towels, a couple of knives and a pair of scissors. At the fireplace there’s a small pot with boiling water and next to it a bigger one full of fresh water. The wall with the tools looks pretty much the same, but the general appearance is clearly better. 

“You did a great job here” Madame de Montespan confesses. “Now it’s more cozy. Please, help me take this off. I’m very hot in this dress.”

“Sure Madame, shall I start with the boots?”

“Hmmm… Yes, sure.” She answers, realizing a rug covering part of the floor. 

As Jacqueline pulls off her boots, she takes her tiara off and leaves it over the table. Then, she takes one of the towels to wipe off the seat covering all her face. 

Madame de Montespan is laying on her side and breathing heavily. Even though she only wears a white loose full body underwear, she is sweating. Her hair sticks to her cheeks and her breasts are more visible through the wet clothes. With one hand under her head and the other rubbing her bump, her sight is lost in the sunbeams coming in from between some of the wooden boards. Together with the fire, they provide the main light source inside the cabin.

As another pain comes, she moves to a sitting position at the edge of the bed. Jacqueline kneels in front of her and places her both hands over her belly. “Oooooh… oooooooooh…” Madame de Montespan groans while moving her upper body back and forth. Jacqueline can feel how the contraction makes her belly get tight around the solid shape of the unborn child.

Now the contractions are coming really close together, Madame de Montespan endures a couple more of them in the following five minutes. The labour is becoming so intense that she needs to get rid of the light underwear she is wearing. 

“Aahh… need this off. Aahhh… now” She says as she undresses her upper body. 

“Sure Madame, you’ll need to get up”

She stands and supports herself on the table while Jacqueline helps her get the dress down her legs until she is fully naked. Jacqueline could now see how imminent the birth is. Madame de Montespan is standing, with both hands on the table’s edge. Because of the pain and discomfort of having a baby resting deep between her pelvis, her legs remain quite spread and bent. Her belly, once perfectly round, now has clearly dropped, and it’s almost flat for half a palm under her breasts.

Another contraction hits as she is still standing.

“Aaaaaahhh….. Aaaaaaaaahhhhh……  OOOOOOHHHH…. FUUUUCK!!!” A splash of water comes from between her legs. She feels the baby suddenly being pushed downwards. “AAAAAAHHH…. My waters. OOOHHH GOOOD It’s coming now!”

“Alright Madame, sit again on the bed, I’ll check you, everything is alright”

“AAAAAAAHHH… Need to push! UNNNNNNGGGGGGHHH…” She follows the unstoppable need to bear down and push while the contraction doesn't fade away. In this first push she feels the baby’s head force its way deeper between her pelvis.

Jacqueline pays no attention to Madame de Montespan’s screams and, while she is giving the first push, she drives two fingers in her just to find that the lady is not only fully dilated but also the baby is beginning its path through the birthing canal. “Alright Madame, this baby is coming now. Are you comfortable in this position?”

“Ooohhh… hooofff…. hooooffff… I’ll stay like this for now” Soon another contraction comes. She grabs firmly the bedsheets near her spread thighs and pushes screaming in pain. “AAAAAGGGGGGGHHHH…. AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH…..” 

“Push Madame! Push!” Jacqueline encourages her while rubbing a towel all over her to dry out the sweat. 

After about half an hour of constant and agonizingly painful pushes Madame de Montespan’s pussy began to bulge in the shape of the baby’s head. She is still sitting at the edge of the bed but now, as she is getting exhausted, lets all her body fall back to rest between contractions. With one arm over her eyes, she moves her other hand from her belly to the burning spot her pussy is turning into. She feels it.

A waterfall of ideas quickly crosses her mind immediately after her hand felt the head just behind her pussy lips. A portrait of her last and only husband, a portrait of the king, herself on a birthing chair with her second son’s head hanging out of her, again a portrait of the king, the queen birthing in agony and another portrait of the king. All these apparently nonsense ideas just followed the evident conclusion, the head is huge, there is no other way to describe it. 

“OOHHH Lord! What have I done!” Of course, this child has bourbon blood so it also has the big eggy bourbon head. She hadn't thought about it even though the signs were evident.

“Come on Madame, I can see the head of the baby!” Jacqueline says, thinking that Madame de Montespan’s words were just a result of her.

“I can’t! It’s too big! It won’t come out! AAAAAHHHH….  UNNNNGGHHHH….” Another contraction hits her, and she gives another push, as her body is telling her to do.

“Alright Madame, It won’t be easy, but you can do It. We’ll just go little by little. And I think you should change your position.”

Madame de Montespan agrees without words, only by lifting her arms for Jacqueline to help her stand. Then she gently kneels on the floor before the bed, letting her head and chest rest again. Jacqueline, with one hand under her, feeling her belly, notices it getting hard once again.

“Now push Madame! Push!” She says while driving her other hand to the opening pussy.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHH….  NNNGGGGGGGHHHHHH……” Madame de Montespan pushes in this kind of hands and knees position, with her arms extended over the bed to firmly grab the farthest possible piece of bedsheets. In this position, the baby seems to move a little bit faster. With each push, the black shape between her lips grows a bit more. However, once the contraction is over, more than half of the progress is erased by the fighting tightness of her birth canal walls.

“You are doing so well Madame! Some more pushes and the head will be fully born.”

Desperate for this torture to be over, Madame de Montespan gives the strongest pushes to the point in the following contractions. Jacqueline helps her stretch between contractions, trying to speed up the birth, but this turns out to be essential once the head comes to a full crown. Jacqueline is surprised by its size, and thanks good for having given her the idea of doing that finger job in Madame de Montespan’s pussy. In other case, she would have had a serious tear.

Madame de Montespan doesn't consider herself that lucky though. She is feeling the ring of fire like she has never done before as her pussy is stretched to its limit.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH… AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH….  UUNNNNGGGGGHHH… AAAAaahhhh…  aahhhhh…  YEESS!” After a final push the baby’s head is fully born, and she gets some relief as her lips come a little close together around the baby’s neck.

“Great Madame! It’s almost done now! Just move your knees together and your feet far apart and this baby will be born in the next push.”

She does as Jacqueline says, feeling with her tights the massive head hanging from her. As the following contraction comes, she pushes. Fortunately, the head turns out to be the biggest part of the baby. So with this final push the shoulders come out, followed by the rest of the baby, and Jacqueline catches it.

“Oh! It’s a beautiful baby girl!”

Madame de Montespan moves to a sitting position on the floor, moving one of her trembling legs over the newborn. Then she catches the baby. Although she has just gone through the most intense feelings of her life, her mind still works fast, knowing this is not over yet.

“We must leave now Jacqueline. We can’t wait for the afterbirth to come.”

“No Madame. Why? You must rest!”

“It can’t be discovered that I gave birth here. It must look like an accident. Like we two were walking in the forest when suddenly I fell and my water broke, or something like this. Otherwise, I could be arrested for disobeying his majesty's orders. So now, help me get dressed.”

With the umbilical cord still connecting her to the baby girl, she puts the white underwear and her dress back on. She keeps both clothes and the pair of boots united. They also change the towel wrapping the newborn for Jacqueline’s coat before putting out the fire.

Once they leave the cabin, they start walking towards the palace. Madame de Montespan’s steps are short but steady, as she is determined to leave that place far behind. She is supported by Jacqueline. Both women walk for about twenty minutes before Madame de Montespan feels the afterbirth beginning to come out.

“Wait Jacqueline! Grab her.” She passes the baby to her. Then, she drives one hand under her dress and her other hand at Jacqueline’s shoulder for support. “NNNGGHHaahh….” She gives a little push to birth the placenta which falls to the ground.

“Now Jacqueline, you must go and ask for help. Pretend that my labor has started and that I’m unable to move. Guide some guards here to help take me back to the palace to give birth there.”

“Alright Madame, just let me help you rest in that tree.”

Once Madame de Montespan is on the floor with her back resting on a tree, her baby in her arms and the afterbirth next to her, Jacqueline leaves her alone. Before falling asleep due to the exhausting labor she had endured, she grabs the bloody afterbirth and places it between her legs, letting it stain the dress, to make it more convincing.

Some distant voices wake her up. Jacqueline has returned with a couple of guards. Those strong men gently lift her and carry her towards the palace. They get in through a service entrance and discreetly reach her chambers. A doctor arrives soon after. Once he is sure that both the mother and the child are alright, he cuts the cord. Everybody leaves the room to let her rest.

She is laying on her bed, unable to move her eyes out of her child, truly looking at her for the first time. Then, a door opens, and the king enters the room.

“Oh, Athénaïs, my love, are you alright?”

“Sire, thanks for coming. I’m alright, I had a beautiful girl.” Being fully aware that the king is disappointed, she adds “I’m sorry that you have not seen the birth…”

“What happened?”

“Oh, it was my fault. I was walking with Jacqueline when I tripped over a fallen branch. I hit my belly and the pains began soon after. I sent Jacqueline to get some help but nothing stopped this little one from coming out of me. Fortunately, she seems to be alright.” She tells this story with a very convincing acting.

“So you did it all alone? In the forest?”

“Yes Sire.” And, noticing the excitement in his voice, she sensually adds. “It’s been so hard, I was not expecting it. I thought that being my third birth and having a normal sized belly, it would be easier. She is not that big, after all, but I swear to you that her head made me fight. I had to spread my legs as far apart as I was able to let your bastard open me as I’ve never been opened before.”

“Well Athénaïs.” The king, with a noticeable boner due to the scene he had pictured in his mind, kisses her forehead. “Take some rest now. And don't worry about me, I sure will have more opportunities to enjoy your births.”

  By @tp66

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The Flash ::: Gravidade

SUMMARY: In this crossover story, a young woman presents her girlfriend with a bottle of Gravidade, to indulge in their mutual love of pregnancy. However, just after her girlfriend drinks it, the young woman encounters a mysterious light that triggers similar effects...

(Contains: rapid pregnancy, mutual pregnancy, lesbian sex, birth, strong language, and more. Reader discretion advised)

Word Count: ~10k

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"Happy Valentine's Day, babe!"

Lana grinned as she approached her girlfriend Gabby, who was sitting on the couch. She had a small package in her hands, wrapped in pink paper and ribbons.

Gabby gasped in surprise. "Babe!! You shouldn't have! I thought we agreed we weren't gonna do gifts this year..."

"Well, I couldn't help it with this one," Lana said, sitting down beside her partner. She handed Gabby the gift. "You'll see once you open it..."

Excitedly, Gabby tore away the packaging, wondering what could be inside. When it was revealed, her eyes and mouth went wide with awe. It was a purple drink bottle.

"Is this...?" she started.

Lana nodded. "It sure is!"

Gravidade was a mysterious drink that became world-famous after women across two towns drank it and became suddenly pregnant. Bottles of it had appeared at the doorsteps of all women of child-bearing age, with no known trace.

However, not all of the drinks were consumed. After it was discovered what Gravidade did to a woman, many remaining bottles were disposed of... and a number of others were saved to be sold on the black market.

"How did you manage to get a bottle?!" Gabby exclaimed.

"I did have to jump through some hoops, and pay a pretty penny..." Lana said. "But it's worth it for you."

The thing was, both Gabby and Lana had a thing for pregnancy. It was part of what made them compatible as a couple. After hearing the Gravidade story on the news, both women had an insatiable desire to get their hands on a bottle of it. Gabby, who had always dreamed of being pregnant herself, was especially interested. A quick and easy way to swell up with babies? It seemed too good to be true.

The two simply sat for a while, enjoying the moment, considering the possibilities. Gabby played with the bottle in her hands, reading the label carefully. She seemed giddy.

Eventually, she looked up at Lana and said, "I...think I wanna try it, like...right now."

"I thought you might say that!" Lana giggled. She leaned in and gave Gabby a peck on the cheek. "I cleared our schedule for the day. If you're ready, then I'm down."

"Okay...!" Gabby said. She held up the bottle and grabbed the cap. After taking a deep breath, she cracked the seal open. She chuckled, both nervous and excited. "Whew...shit, I can't believe this is actually happening right now..."

Lana rested a hand on her girlfriend's thigh as she opened up the bottle. It was a lot to take in, but they both knew that if they spent too long overthinking it, they'd probably never actually go through with it.

"All right...bottoms up," Gabby declared. She lifted the bottle of Gravidade up to her mouth and took a hearty swig.

Lana watched eagerly, waiting for the reaction. She smiled as her girlfriend's eyes went wide.

"Wow, this actually tastes amazing! Everyone online was right," Gabby exclaimed. She immediately went in for another big sip. When finished, she licked her lips and shook the bottle gently. "Shit, okay, that was like half the bottle."

She put the drink down on the table and sat back on the couch, wiping her clammy hands on the cushions.

"Now I guess we just wait," Lana said.

"Hooo...yeah," Gabby breathed. She put her hands on her lower belly. "Ha...I'm kinda scared..."

"Just enjoy it," Lana said, reaching over to pull Gabby in for a hug. "This is gonna be amazing."

"Thank you," Gabby murmured, embracing her girlfriend. "You know how long I've dreamed about this..."

The two sat there in each other's arms for a while. Lana rubbed Gabby's back while Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's silky hair. They held each other tenderly until Gabby made a small noise.

"Mm...hold on, I think..."

The two pulled apart, their hearts beginning to race. Lana watched as Gabby put a hand to her stomach.

"I definitely felt something..." Gabby said. "Like, warmth, or..."

Before Lana could respond, Gabby was pulling off her shirt. Lana blushed a bit as her girlfriend cast the garment aside and sat there in her bra, staring down at her stomach. "Okay, wait. Does it already look bigger to you...?"

Lana peered closely. "...Oh, wow, I think it does...!"

The two girls each gently put a hand on Gabby's lower abdomen. It was very warm, and bumping out almost imperceptibly. Put as they kept their hands there, they noticed her belly slowly starting to fill up more and more, until there was a definite swell.

"Are you trying to push your stomach out like that?" Lana asked quietly. "Or is it really...?"

"I'm not, it's really growing," Gabby said. She looked at Lana in awe. "...I'm actually pregnant."

After another moment, Gabby sat up and grabbed the bottle of Gravidade back up off the table. She nearly thrust it in Lana's face, saying, "...You should drink the other half. We can be pregnant together!"

Lana smiled, but gently pushed the bottle away. "Actually...I think you should have the rest."

Gabby furrowed her brow a bit. "But babe...are you sure?"

"This is probably the only time we'll get this chance, and I know you want to get as big as possible," Lana explained. "I'm happy just watching you grow."

Gabby blushed. She looked again at the bottle in her hand again. "Okay...fuck it, okay." Without another thought, she brought the bottle to her mouth and chugged the rest of the contents.

When she was done, she tossed the bottle to the ground, and Lana gave her a seductive look. "Now let's see just how pregnant you get."

Quickly getting excited, Gabby practically launched herself into Lana's arms. Any remaining anxiety melted away as the two pulled each other close and began making out on the couch. Lana indulged in the sweet smell of her girlfriend's hair, the soft skin of her exposed back.

"I can't...believe this is real," Gabby panted between passionate kisses. Her breath caught briefly in her throat, and she glanced down. "Hh- fuck! I can feel it growing in there..."

Lana put a hand down on Gabby's belly. She lightly pressed her palm into it to try and feel the growth, but it was still subtle. "Do you...like how it feels? What's it like?"

"It feels great," Gabby said, humming a bit as Lana started to plant kisses on her neck and jawline. "I, like...can't even explain it, but I'm filling up...mmmhh..."

She shut her eyes and began to grind her hips into Lana. Her belly continued to swell, to the point where Lana started to feel it pressing against her own stomach, turning her on immensely. She continued to rub the growing mound.

After a few moments, Gabby sat up, panting. "Oh my god," she moaned, putting both hands on her belly, jutting it out to accentuate the growth. "Oh, it's growing so big!"

Lana felt her mouth getting dry as she stared at her girlfriend's pregnant belly, filling up before her very eyes. It was already the size of a grapefruit, and it seemed like the growth was only accelerating.

"I wanna feel it some more," Lana said. It was Gabby's turn to sit back as Lana lay forward, eye-level with her girlfriend's belly. Lana grasped Gabby's flanks and started planting kisses on her belly, yielding contented hums and sighs from the increasingly pregnant girl. She was amazed at how well the skin on her belly was holding up, so warm and still so soft and smooth. Lana kissed tenderly, yet firmly enough that she could gauge the tautness of Gabby's skin with her lips. It was magical, feeling the mass within her girlfriend's womb grow with each passing second.

Lana moved her kisses down, feeling more bold the hornier they both got. She started to unbutton Gabby's pants, and the latter grinned in anticipation. When Lana unlatched the button, her girlfriend's belly spilled forth, free to grow unrestrained. She tugged Gabby's pants down to her knees, but was stopped before she could get to the panties.

"Wait," Gabby blurted, voice airy. "Grab...my toy from our room. The pink one."

"Oh, you're so right..." Lana breathed, eyes widening. She immediately stood up, already turning for the bedroom. "I'll be right back, don't grow too much while I'm gone!"

Gabby giggled as Lana darted out of the room.

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Lana knew exactly where to look. She went to Gabby's nightstand, yanking open the bottom drawer. Inside were some massage oils, lubes, and a pink vibrating rabbit toy, which they had used many times before. She grabbed up a couple items, ready to make a quick turnaround, not wanting to waste a moment.

However, when she stood up, she was almost knocked back by a strange phenomenon. Outside the bedroom window, a sudden flash of light nearly struck Lana blind. She stumbled, but by the time she went to shield her eyes, the light had already dissipated. Confused, she blinked a couple times...but had no time to question anything.

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When Lana returned, Gabby was sprawled on the couch in just her underwear, staring down at a belly that now looked roughly seven months pregnant. Her eyes lit up as her girlfriend came back into the room.

"How are you feeling now?" Lana asked.

"Full," Gabby replied, rubbing big circles on her belly. "But I love watching the baby grow. It's better than I even expected."

"I love it too," Lana said. "Sorry if it took me a sec, I just got flashbanged in our room."

"...What?"

"This crazy flash of light came from outside," Lana explained. "I don't know. It was probably just my eyes adjusting, or something." She came over and knelt down in front of Gabby on the couch, cracking open a bottle of massage oil. "...Anyway, where were we?"

Gabby gave a half-lidded smile, adjusting her position and moving her hands to give Lana full access. "You were just telling me how much you love my pregnant belly."

"I love it so much," Lana gushed, squirting some oil onto her hand, then rubbing her palms together. "I always knew you'd look sexy with babies in you." She placed her hands palm-down on Gabby's expanding middle and began to rub. Gabby gasped as the cool substance touched her skin.

"Mmmm, babies?" Gabby cooed, emphasizing the plural. "How many did you give me?"

"Well, according to the bottle, you're gonna get pretty big." Lana said slyly. She rubbed her hands in wide circles, making sure that every inch of Gabby's gravid orb was smooth and glistening. She ran her thumb over her girlfriend's belly button as it began to flatten out from the expanding pressure behind it.

"Oooh, can't wait..." Gabby purred, shifting in her seat a bit. She put a hand up to her chest, noticing a bit of discomfort there. "Mmh- babe, help me take this bra off...it's cutting into me."

"Of course," Lana said. She moved her hands around to Gabby's back, where she deftly unlatched her girlfriend's bra (something she had a lot of experience in). Gabby pushed the straps off her shoulders, and the garment fell beside her on the couch. Her breasts spilled out, falling to either side of her pregnant belly. They were fuller, weighty, and the areola were dark and puffy.

"Ahh, that feels better," Gabby sighed with relief.

"Man, these have gotten bigger, too...!" Lana said in awe. She went to reach for them, but paused.

"Mmmh...like what you see?" Gabby flirted, wiggling her chest a bit. "Come on, give 'em a squeeze...they're really sensitive..."

"Hold on, sorry," Lana stammered, suddenly feeling off. There was a stirring in her abdomen. "I just need a sec..."

She sat back on her haunches, clutching her stomach. Something was...different. She looked down, and what she saw made her eyes go wide. "Wh...no way..."

"What is it?" Gabby asked, hearing the change in her girlfriend's tone.

Lana shook her head to make sure she wasn't hallucinating...but it was obviously real. "I'm...growing! Just like you, I'm fucking growing!"

Gabby immediately sat up as best she could. She looked down and saw that between Lana's tank top and shorts, a sliver of belly was just barely starting to push outward. It was rounding out, in exactly the same manner as hers just had. "Oh my god, you are..."

"H-how is this happening?!" Lana shrieked, scrambling to her feet. She rubbed and poked at her middle in a panic. "I didn't even drink the stuff!"

"So you're saying that you're...?"

"Pregnant...I think I'm actually pregnant."

"Babe...that means we're both pregnant..." Gabby breathed.

"I know! Was it because I was kissing you? Did I swallow some? Shit, what do I do?!"

"Babe!" Gabby shouted, getting Lana's attention back. She grabbed her girlfriend's waist and looked her in the eyes. "We're...both...pregnant...! Together!"

After seeing the lust in Gabby's eyes and realizing what she meant, Lana's sudden fears gave way to the fantasy once more. That's right...no matter how it happened, they were both pregnant now, like they'd always wanted. And at the rate they were growing, there was no time to waste with hesitation.

"...Fuck," was all Lana could muster before she sank down onto Gabby's lap, grabbing onto her face and kissing her passionately. Their bellies pressed together, Lana's barely a potbelly while Gabby's looked full term. The oil on Gabby's skin transferred onto Lana's, lubricating it the same way.

Their hips grinded, their tongues explored each other's mouths, all while their pregnant bellies grew in tandem and rubbed together. It was the horniest they'd ever felt, not only for their own pregnancies, but for their partner's. It was a scenario they'd only ever dreamed of, and they were about to take advantage of every moment.

"I love you," Lana gasped between sloppy kisses. "I didn't really expect this, but...I love it."

"Mmmh I love you too," Gabby moaned. "Oohh...squeeze my tits now, they're aching..."

Lana reached up and greedily sunk her fingers into Gabby's engorged breast, earning a yelp of pleasure. After a couple squeezes, fluid started to leak into her hand.

"Oh shit, you're making milk," Lana said breathily. "That's so hot." Without hesitating, she leaned down, taking Gabby's breast into her mouth and sucking.

Gabby arched her back as the feeling of Lana's lips on her nipple caused shocks of pleasure. "Oooh god yes! That feels so good...keep doing it!"

Lana continued to suckle, nibbling with her teeth and taking in milk. "I can't get over this...you taste incredible..."

Gabby grasped Lana's waist to steady them both. Glancing down, she slid one hand onto Lana's rapidly swelling belly, humming as she rubbed it. "Oh, your little belly is so cute..." Her fingertips brushed across the surface, handling the bump with care.

Her girlfriend unlatched, sitting back to admire their progress. "And yours is getting huge...!"

"God, you're right," Gabby said. She cradled the underside of her belly, now looking full with twins, bulging and rounding in all directions. "I feel so heavy...so much baby in me..."

"How many do you feel?" Lana asked, the two of them letting their hands explore the massive swell.

"Oooh, it's hard to tell..." Gabby murmured, swaying back and forth and gyrating her hips. "I think I feel two...no, three...!"

Lana gulped. The thought of her girlfriend carrying multiple babies...not to mention how many she might be carrying...she put her hands back on her own belly and caressed it in wonder. She looked like she could be entering her third trimester already...

"What does it feel like for you?" Gabby asked, noticing Lana's observations. She reached out and started to stroke her girlfriend's belly again.

"Mmmmh," Lana closed her eyes and leaned in, allowing Gabby to reach her growing belly better. "I totally feel full...and like, constantly fuller...and it feels really nice when you rub it." She breathed in deeply, jutting her middle farther out into Gabby's hands.

Gabby relished her partner's enjoyment of the unexpected pregnancy. She continued to feel up Lana's belly as she whispered, "I think I know something else that would feel nice..."

Lana opened her eyes again to see Gabby reaching for the pink rabbit toy, which had been momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment. She bit her lip, insides tingling at the thought.

"I like the way you think," Lana said. "Why don't we take this to the bedroom?"

Gabby nodded in agreement- the couch was getting a bit crowded. She let Lana stand up first, then attempted to get up herself, but struggled. "Oof- help me up, babe."

Lana grabbed both of Gabby's hands and helped to pull her into a standing position, both girls grunting from the effort. Once they were up and facing each other, they took a moment to appreciate their bodies from the new angle. Lana looked full term with a single baby, whereas Gabby seemed ready to drop three. Amazingly, both girls were still growing, their bellies getting heavier by the moment.

"I'm so fucking big," Gabby said, groaning as she supported her belly with both hands, one now clutching their toy as well. "I don't know if I can move!"

"It'll be worth it once we get to the bedroom," Lana assured her, rubbing her back. "Now lemme see you waddle."

Grunting and moaning, Gabby moved forward, making heavy steps toward the bedroom. Lana followed behind, getting used to her own newfound weight. She glanced at her girlfriend's backside, eyebrows raising.

"Damn, did your ass get fatter, too?" Lana asked, feeling no better than a man.

"Oooh, I'm sure," Gabby said, voice deep and sultry. She reached back and squeezed at her own cheeks, fingers sinking into doughy flesh. "I'm filling up everywhere..."

Lana gnawed at her lip, her arousal reaching a boiling point.

The two made it to the bedroom, and Lana ushered Gabby up onto the bed. "Let's get you up there before you swell up any more."

Gabby climbed up onto the bed, crawling on her hands and knees toward the pillows. She just kept rubbing her belly, which swayed and heaved as it expanded, grazing the sheets below. She moaned, finally collapsing onto her elbows, face in a pillow. "Oooooh the babies, I feel them...they're moving around..."

Lana went up onto the bed as well, feeling crazy with desire as she watched her girlfriend in this state. Small lumps appeared and disappeared from Gabby's middle, evidence of the life within. She was in a state of fertility that was previously unfathomable, full to the brim with babies, having all but succumbed to the growth of her pregnancy. Not only that, but she had a pregnant girlfriend who was about to rail her so hard she'd see stars. Lana felt so wet she feared her panties may be soiled.

She approached Gabby from behind and put a hand between her legs, stroking her through her underwear. Gabby moaned louder, voice muffled a bit by the pillows.

Not feeling the need to waste time on more foreplay, Lana grabbed Gabby's panties and began to pull them down. Gabby angled her back and wiggled her hips to make it easier. Once the garment was cast aside, she spread her knees out to give Lana better access. Her pussy was glistening, practically begging for what was about to come.

Lana took the rabbit toy and turned on the vibration, hearing more noises of anticipation from her partner. She held the tip of the toy up against Gabby's sex, teasing her by moving it around slowly.

Gabby squirmed and seized. "Nnnghh- god, come on, give it to meeee, I need it so bad!"

"Are you gonna say 'please?'"

"Please!!"

It was no sooner than the word left Gabby's mouth that Lana plunged the toy deep into her. Gabby inhaled sharply, back arching even more as she was filled. Lana started a pumping rhythm, and Gabby moaned at the sensation.

"Ooooohh, god...getting fucked...while pregnant (nnhh) ...feels so... fuh- c- ...g-GOOD!"

Lana grinned, happy with her work. She thrust the toy into Gabby over and over, making sure to hit her most sensitive spots. She watched as her girlfriend's breasts and belly swayed back and forth with each hit, full and heavy.

After a while of this, Gabby turned her head a bit to look at Lana over her shoulder. "Babe...hhh...grab...my belly...haaahhhh...I need you to- mmh...rub it...while you fuck me!"

It was difficult for Lana to maneuver with her own gravid belly- now possibly sporting twins- in the way. But with some stretching and maneuvering, she was able to reach her free hand down and around, lightly smacking Gabby's belly and beginning to rub it.

"Ooooh..." Gabby cooed.

"That...feel good?" Lana panted, starting to sweat from exertion.

"Yes...it's been starting to feel...so tight- mmhhh!"

Lana watched as Gabby's face contorted. She was no doubt starting to feel overwhelmed with sensation...it motivated Lana, and she increased her efforts, gripping Gabby's belly more firmly and pounding her harder.

"Oh, babe...oh- OHHHH!" Gabby cried out, vocabulary shrinking as pleasure consumed her. Her tits dripped milk onto the bed as she swayed.

"Mmmgh, your belly's so tight..." Lana said, trying to get her girlfriend worked up even more. "So full and round...you're such a good momma..."

Gabby had fallen into delirious grunts, squeaks, and gasps for air. Sweat matted her hair to her neck and made her back shine. Her legs began to tremble as Lana pounded her even harder.

When she eventually fell silent and squeezed her eyes shut, Lana could tell that Gabby was getting close. She thrust the toy faster, then even faster, until her arm started to lose feeling.

At last, a loud moan escaped Gabby's throat as she climaxed. "Oh...I'm gonna...cuh...oooooOOOOAAAHHH!!"

Gabby's whole body tensed, and the toy was practically ejected from her, along with a substantial gush of fluid. Lana leaned back, knowing there was gonna be a big finish, but not expecting to be in the splash zone.

She sat back as Gabby reeled and twitched from the orgasm, the two needing a moment to catch their breath.

Eventually, Lana started to say, "Wow, babe, that was—"

"I think that was my water breaking," Gabby croaked. She began to roll over, still recovering.

Lana was taken aback. "Wait, shit...I fucked you into labor? Already?"

Gabby turned onto her back, grimacing as she clutched her huge, heaving belly. "Fuck...yeah. Grab a towel."

Acting fast, Lana heaved her pregnant self off the bed, waddling to their dresser. As she pulled out a towel, Gabby moaned again, this time from discomfort.

"You okay?" Lana asked as she headed back to the bed.

"Yeah...that was definitely a contraction, big time. Hooo...."

Lana got back between Gabby's legs, patting around her vulva and the sheets with the towel, trying to soak up some of the fluid. "Okay, just breathe. It's game time."

"Ooh, this is all happening so fast..." Gabby whined. "Mmmmgghh!"

Lana watched as her girlfriend's massive belly tightened up with the contraction. It was no longer growing, further evidence that her pregnancy was nearing the end. It was unbelievable to watch...it really was all happening so fast. Lana started to get a bit sad, realizing their fun would soon be over...

Still, Gabby continued to grunt and moan. The contractions were coming quickly. "Hnnnghh...oh! Ahh!"

"What are you feeling, babe?" Lana asked, stroking her girlfriend's thigh comfortingly.

"So...much pressure," Gabby breathed, squirming around in unease. "It feels like they already wanna come out..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Kinda, but- ngggh- not as much as I thought," Gabby explained. "Just so...full and tight! Ghhh!"

Lana watched as her girlfriend bore down, and as her belly visibly shrank from the force. She was already trying to push...

"Hold on, I'm gonna move off the edge of the bed," Lana told her. "Scoot yourself over, I'll have a better angle to help you at."

She got out from between Gabby's legs and started moving to the side of the bed. As she did, she felt a sudden tightening in her own swollen belly. She gripped it, eyebrows furrowing. That...wasn't anything, right? Though, her belly seemed to have stopped growing, too...

Lana tried not to think about it as she got off the bed. She knelt at the bedside, waiting for Gabby to move over.

Meanwhile, Gabby was struggling. She'd turned her body a bit, shifting her hips, but quickly had to stop. "Ooooh...oh, babe, it's moving down, I can feel it!"

"Come on, it's okay," Lana encouraged. She grabbed onto Gabby's legs as she turned, helping her into position. She scooted over in front of Lana, ass right to the edge of the bed with her legs hanging over the sides. Lana was once more between her thighs, eye level with her crotch. Her sex was red and swollen.

Gabby grimaced and clutched her heaving mound of belly. "Hnnggh, here comes another contraction! Fuck, it feels like there's a- mmh- bowling ball down there!"

As her girlfriend strained, Lana felt another cramp. She cradled her twin belly with one hand. This was not good timing...

Gabby moaned as her belly heaved. "Uuunggh! I've gotta p-push!"

Lana needed a way to distract them both. Acting impulsively, she leaned in, putting her mouth against Gabby's pussy. Using her tongue, she began to stimulate her partner's clit.

Upon contact, Gabby gasped and quaked. "Oh, f-fuck! Babe...!"

Lana wrapped her arms around Gabby's thighs to get a better hold. "Mmf- does this...help?"

"Uff...f-fuck...yes!" Gabby sputtered, gyrating her hips with Lana's movements.

Lana kept sliding her tongue over Gabby's most sensitive areas, sucking and biting where she could. She could feel that Gabby's pussy was starting to bulge outward, a weight pressing on it from within. The baby's head was coming.

All the while, she was quickly confirming to herself that she was having her own contractions. She was feeling that tightness and pressure that her girlfriend mentioned.

Gabby bore down again. "I'm pushing it ooout! I can- mmmmmmhh- feel it!"

Lana moved her head back and watched as Gabby's labia began to part, and the small teardop shape of a baby's head appeared. She stared in awe while she grabbed the hem of her tank top to wipe her mouth off. "Whoa..."

"Are you...seeing anything?" Gabby panted.

"Yeah, I see the head," Lana said. "You're actually pushing out a baby. Holy shit..."

Hearing that seemed to empower Gabby. She pushed again, and the crown between her legs grew bigger.

Lana moved her hands to be able to guide the head out. She spoke more words of encouragement, putting aside the fact that she was going into labor herself. She could keep quiet about it- things surely weren't too far along, and it wasn't terribly painful yet.

With Gabby's next contraction, the head reached a full crown, and she cried out. "GAAAAAH!! Ngggh!"

"Does it burn?" Lana asked.

"I- it- yeah, but like- it just- I can't even explain...hhnngggooohh GOD!"

Gabby pushed hard, and the baby's head popped fully out, along with a spurt of fluid.

"You got the head out!" Lana exclaimed, cradling the slimy mass in her hands, checking to make sure everything looked right. "You're doing so great, keep going!"

Just as she said it, Lana felt a sudden release. She glanced down as a gush of liquid escaped from between her legs, soaking her spandex shorts and leaking onto the rug below. Well, shit...there went her waters. And the rug would definitely need washing, too...

She looked back up as Gabby howled, giving her biggest push yet. The baby squeezed out past its widest point, quickly spilling out into Lana's awaiting hands. Gabby gasped and fell back, exhausted and relieved.

"My god, you did it, babe! You had a baby!" Lana said, staring at the newborn in wonder. "Awww, wow, a little girl..."

Gabby tried to look up and smiled weakly. "Hhh...wow...so, does it...really have no cord...?"

"No, it doesn't," Lana confirmed. The baby had no umbilical cord, and was staying rather quiet, though definitely breathing. After their research, Lana and Gabby both knew that these phenomena were standard for Gravidade babies, but it was still a bit strange to witness. "Hang on, let me get her settled..."

Lana took the baby and carried her away, hobbling across the floor on her knees. She went over to the foot of the bed, where they had a plush storage ottoman. With her free hand, she took a blanket from within the bin and spread it out over top of the cushion. She lay the newborn there, using the corner of the blanket to wipe her clean a bit.

Just then, Gabby started to groan again. "Ooohh babe...I think there's another right behind..."

"Coming- ghh!" said Lana, clutching her belly once more as it tightened. She was going to try and ignore that contraction, and the increasing downward pressure she was feeling...

As she worked her way back over to the bedside, Gabby called to her, somewhat sheepishly. "Mmm...do you think you could...touch me again? It felt really good- nnngh- just then..."

"Of course, my love," Lana said softly, planting herself between Gabby's thighs again. Instead of using her mouth this time, she went in with her fingers, using her thumb to rub on Gabby's clit.

Gabby began to squirm and moan with pleasure as her body worked through more contractions. Meanwhile, Lana's contractions were working her baby down quickly. The pressure was very low on her hips, the head surely already passing through the birth canal. All she did to accommodate this was spread her knees a bit wider, still focused on taking care of her partner.

After only a minute or so, Gabby began to push again, shuddering and growling from her efforts. She was sweating profusely now, hair matted and hands clammy.

Lana was faring largely the same, a long rivulet of sweat dripping down her face as she worked her magic on Gabby's sensitive parts. She was also beginning to feel the urge to push, and her body was ready to give in subconsciously.

Gabby heaved and strained, clutching the bedsheets in her fists and shoving her head back into the mattress. "Uuunnghh! It's moving down...f-filling me...it's so...mmmmh!"

Hearing her girlfriend's moans, Lana bit her lip. It seemed like she was almost getting off to giving birth...could the clit stim be helping that much? Or was she just that into it? It was giving Lana all sorts of feelings she'd never unlocked before. She licked her lips and started to press her thumb down harder.

All the while, pressure was building between Lana's legs. Even as she worked to further her girlfriend's pleasure, she was huffing and puffing her way through contractions. Now, the baby's head was right at its exit, starting to push its way down and out.

"Nggh- oooh here it comes!" Gabby bellowed. Lana watched as her vaginal lips started to part again, making way for the second baby's head. "God- so tight!"

Lana grimaced a bit as her own body tightened and squeezed. She reached one hand past her belly and groped down between her legs, feeling a small bulge. While fondling herself and staring at Gabby's opening, she felt an odd and wildly intimate sense of connection. The same thing that she was witnessing was happening to herself. She was going to push a baby out, just like her girlfriend. And, fuck...if Gabby's birth had felt anything like what she was feeling, it was no wonder her partner was getting so worked up. She allowed herself to bear down a bit, feeling the baby's head spread her more. God, she was really doing this...

"Hoo- hoo- oooaaahhhh!!" Gabby moaned, pulling Lana back from her thoughts. Quickly, Lana brought both her hands back up to support the emerging baby. Gabby was pushing hard, and the head was crowning fast.

"Take it- mmhh- easy, babe," Lana panted. "Don't hurt yourself, just let it come."

"I wanna come- want IT to- just- mmmGGGH FUCK!"

As Gabby's second baby neared a full crown, Lana felt her own baby pressing down into her underwear. Her kneeling stance slowly sank lower and spread wider, her body moving along with the intense downward pressure. "Mmmhhhh babe you're doing so goooooooood..."

"I'm- mmmm I'm tryingggg," Gabby whined. "Is it...coming out?"

"Oooohh it's totally coming ooout," Lana said, not sure if she was talking to herself or Gabby at that point. Her upper and lower halves were focused on entirely different things.

Breathing heavily, Gabby gave herself only a moment's rest before pushing again. This time, her second baby's head popped out fully.

"Ah! Oooh, I can't stop pushing...it- mphh- f-feels too...good!" she squeaked.

"You got it, babe, just- mhh...go nice and steady," Lana encouraged. She was trembling from the feeling of her own baby stretching her. There was pressure and pain, but through that, it did somehow feel good...was that another Gravidade side effect? Or was all birth like this...?

"Ohhh it's gonna come, I'm gonna-" Gabby croaked, gritting her teeth as she bore down. The baby squeezed out past its shoulders, and there was once more a little human sliding out into Lana's arms. "NGAAAAAAAHHH! Oh, fuck!"

Lana caught the baby and tried to sit back with it in her arms, though moving was difficult with a crowning head between her legs. She looked at the baby and smiled. "Whew! Another girl!"

Gabby sighed with relief, collapsing onto the bed again. "Hhhh, man...that was a lot."

"Mmmh... yeah," Lana muttered, throat tight. She could feel her own baby pressing further into her clothes, the head feeling ready to come out. She would have loved to stare at Gabby's newborn for longer, but there wasn't much time until she'd have one of her own. She maneuvered her way over to the ottoman, careful not to make any sudden or heavy moves, lest gravity pull her baby out more.

As Lana was nestling the second newborn next to the first, Gabby called to her. "Hooo...okay, babe, there's definitely more in me...but I think we've got some time before the next one comes."

Lana looked over, watching as Gabby rubbed her still-massive belly, skin flushed from all her efforts. She was looking up at the ceiling, obviously not yet feeling ready to sit up.

"Do you...hnngh...need anything? Water? More pillows?" Lana asked.

"No, but..." Gabby said softly, "...I do want you to come up here...so I can thank you."

Lana gulped, fully aware of the nearly-birthed head tenting out her shorts. But who was she to say no to her girlfriend's request? "...Say no more, my love."

There was still plenty of room on the ottoman, so Lana used it as a step to help herself get up. Every movement of her legs threatened to open up more room for the emerging baby, and every shift of her weight made her want to push more. But she held back, just for now.

Gabby saw Lana approaching on her hands and knees and smiled. "Mmmh, there you are...look at you, all...hooo...big and pregnant."

Lana smiled, trying to hide the fact that she was giving birth. "Nnnh... uh huh." She crawled right over to her girlfriend, their faces close, bellies touching.

Abruptly, Gabby reached up with both hands and grabbed Lana's breasts, earning a grunt. She squeezed playfully and hummed. "Ooooh, and look at these...so full. I think- mmmh- the milk's starting to leak into your shirt...how many cup sizes do you think you've gone up, hmmm?"

The sudden sensation caused Lana to arch her back, sticking her ass more into the air. She pushed involuntarily as Gabby squeezed into her sensitive flesh. "Ooohhggh... nnho... I dunno..."

"And this..." Gabby continued, moving her hands down to cup Lana's sweaty, bulging belly. "You got so big...how does it feel for you?"

Lana's breath caught at the touch of Gabby's hands on her bare belly. The skin was so stretched and sensitive... "Mmmh...hooo...it feels...unngh...great."

"It's tight, like a drum..." Gabby marveled, starting to move her hands around in slow, long circles. "I'm sure it could use some rubs..."

"I..." Lana started, just before giving in to another push. Her hips moved back, and when she bore down, the baby's head came fully out into her shorts, stretching the elastic fabric profusely. "NNGH! Ahhhh..."

Gabby noticed her girlfriend's thighs shaking. Lana's head was down, and she was obviously in distress. "Babe? Are you okay...?"

"I'm...okay," Lana grunted. "You can...mmph...keep rubbing my belly..."

"Okay..." Gabby said, continuing to run her fingers across Lana's middle. The sensation quelled the labor pains, which Lana enjoyed.

"Mmmh, that's it..." Lana cooed, now rocking forward and back on her knees, her body fully focused on easing the baby out. The shoulders were starting to stretch her, causing immense pressure. "Hooooooo..."

After a moment, Gabby smirked. "You know, that's not the only thing I can rub..."

"Mmmghh..." Lana gurgled in response. She was helpless to intervene as Gabby reached one hand between her legs, immediately feeling the baby's head protruding under her clothes.

Shocked, Gabby gasped. "Babe!! What the hell? You didn't tell me yours was coming out!"

"Didn't...wanna worry you- ngggggghhhhh...!" Lana pushed again. This time, the baby was fully born, lodging itself in the leg of her shorts. "Ooooh...it's out. Shit, it's really out."

Quickly, Lana sat herself up, gasping for air. She tugged her shorts and underwear halfway down, just enough past her ass to be able to reach in and grab the baby. Gabby just stared open-mouthed, still processing what just happened.

Lana smiled as she brought the baby, a little boy, up into her arms. "Ohh, hi baby...Oh, look at you..."

"Damn, babe, you really just did that!" Gabby said, laughing incredulously. "Wow. You made it seem like nothing."

"Yeah...did not expect it to be that fast..." Lana breathed.

"Yeah...oof," Gabby said, first chuckling, then wincing as she clutched her belly. "Uh, speaking of which..."

"You got another one coming?" Lana asked. Her girlfriend nodded in response.

After pulling her shorts back up, Lana carried her baby over to the ottoman, sitting him with the others. She took a moment to breathe and reset, then went back over to her partner.

Gabby was shifting around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position. "Uggh... my back is aching."

"Do you wanna try a different position?" Lana asked.

"Actually...mmh- maybe, yeah. I wanna get on my hands and knees, like you just were."

It took Gabby a minute, but with Lana's assistance, she was able to roll her heavy body over, getting up into her new position. Her head faced the pillows, and her backside faced Lana, who was once more in place to help guide her baby out.

"Did it...nnggh...help to rock back and forth?" Gabby asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Lana said, cradling her own belly. "It helped the baby move down easier."

Gabby nodded. "Okay...hoooo. I'm gonna- mmh- focus on these contractions...if you could maybe just rub my back a bit."

"You got it," Lana said. As she started to gently massage Gabby's back, she had time to collect her thoughts and think about the current situation. She'd just given birth...and Gabby was about to have a third kid, all from what seemed like magic. They weren't done quite yet...Lana knew she still had one more baby in her womb, and Gabby surely had another. But things were going fast, and after they'd pushed out their babies...they'd probably never be pregnant again. Lana caressed her belly, feeling melancholy for a moment. She'd barely gotten to enjoy being pregnant...she didn't want it to end yet...

She was pulled from her reverie by her girlfriend's moans. Lana watched as Gabby's body tensed up, her belly lifting up from the bed.

"Ooohhh God," Gabby groaned, burying her face in her arms. "Yeah, this one's...definitely coming fast. Nggghh!"

"That's okay, babe, you're doing so good," Lana said, pressing her palms into Gabby's aching muscles. "Do you like being in this position?"

"Gghh- yeah," Gabby grunted. "Hooo...I think...I want you to rub my belly now..."

Lana leaned in as far as she could with her own belly in the way. As she attempted to reach around, she unmistakably felt another contraction of her own. Shit, things really weren't letting up...

She placed a hand flat on the side of Gabby's low-hanging belly and began to rub in circles. Gabby hummed and cooed in response, enjoying Lana's touch.

"I never thought...this would feel so nice," Gabby breathed.

"Tell me about it," Lana replied. "It doesn't even...mmmggh...feel real."

"I just can't believe..." Gabby started, trailing off in the middle of the sentence as her next contraction hit. "Hoooo....nngaaah! Ah, fuck...I gotta start...pushing again!"

Lana held onto Gabby's belly as she pushed, feeling the muscles tighten under her fingertips. She watched as Gabby's pussy began to bulge out just slightly, and redoubled the efforts on rubbing her gravid swell.

At the same time, Lana felt another contraction of her own. She desperately wished that her body would hold out; maybe if she tried to ignore it, labor would last longer.

"NNGAAAHH!" Gabby bellowed. "It's- ghhh- stretching me!"

Lana watched as the now-familiar teardrop shape formed between Gabby's legs. She moved her hand away from her girlfriend's heaving belly in order to guide the head out. "Doing great, babe. Mmh...keep pushing!"

Gabby spread her legs wider and bore down again. She was getting good at this, now- the baby's head quickly reached a full crown.

Meanwhile, Lana felt the weight of her baby sinking lower, down through her birth canal. God, please hold on, she thought. As long as she didn't try to push, she could probably keep the baby in for a bit...

"Unnggh!!" Gabby grunted, as she got the head out. She was certainly not thinking about holding back.

Lana supported the head as fluid dripped onto the sheets below. "Nnhh- almost there, Gabby! You got this!"

Gabby pushed again as the baby's shoulders stretched her. "Ahhh it buuurns, fuck!"

"Come o- onnnnnnn!" Lana groaned, her whole body tightening as a contraction sent her baby's head right up against its exit. She instinctively clutched the underside of her belly and grimaced. "Oooh, ohhhh..."

"I- I've got it, it's..." Gabby choked. "...Hnng! It's COMINGGGGGAAAAAH!!"

With a final push, the baby was born into Lana's hands. Lana held it gently, even as she was struggling through her own labor.

"Ahh...mmmggh...you did it. It's a buh...boy," Lana said, growing weary.

"God...wow..." Gabby replied, gasping for air. She'd collapsed forward onto the pillows, also exhausted. "I dunno how much longer I can keep this up...!"

"Well," Lana breathed, as she turned to set the newborn down. "I think we both only have one baby left...then we're- nggh- done."

"God," Gabby repeated, lost for words. She turned over, flopping onto her back and splaying her arms out like a starfish. Her still-pregnant belly rose and fell with her heavy breathing. She was drenched in sweat at this point, having endured a proper workout.

After resting the baby on the ottoman, Lana turned back and started crossing the bed to approach her girlfriend. The baby was trying to escape her, but she clenched her muscles, attempting to stop it from crowning through sheer willpower. It was working somewhat, but keeping a straight face through it all was another kind of challenge.

Lana knelt in front of Gabby and began to rub her belly with both hands. "Take a breather, babe. We've...mmph...only got so much longer to enjoy this..."

Gabby closed her eyes and exhaled. "Hooo...this has been...so intense."

"Hrrnngh- I know," Lana grunted. She couldn't help tensing up as the baby's head began to press down into her panties. The pressure on her pelvis was unbearable. "...But I've been...ghh- loving every bit."

"Me too," Gabby said, her tired eyes looking up at Lana lovingly. "I love you so much."

Lana bent down as best she could, planting her arms on either side of her partner's shoulders. "I love you too," she said, before leaning down and meeting Gabby's lips with a kiss.

Gabby was worn out, but did her best to kiss back passionately. She took her arms and wrapped them around Lana's back, pulling her in.

"Ah-!" Lana yelped, caught off guard. She almost head-butted Gabby was she was forced downward, the two girls' bellies colliding and pressing together. The added pressure caused Lana's baby to crown more, and she let out a low moan. "Uuuooaah! Ohhh fuck..."

Hearing this, Gabby knew something was wrong. "What's...? Oh no, don't tell me..."

Lana grimaced and bit her lip as she felt Gabby's hand leave her back and trace its way around her body, down between her legs, where the bulge of the baby's head was prominent.

"You've got another coming out..." Gabby observed, gently feeling the lump with her fingers.

"Y-yeah..." Lana croaked. She felt herself getting flushed, feeling ashamed at the question she was about to ask. "D-do you...nngggh...think you could...p-push it back?"

"...Huh?"

"J-just a bit, with your hand," Lana sputtered, knowing how crazy she sounded. "I'm...I just...don't wanna stop...b-being pregnant yet."

Gabby stared at Lana with eyebrows furrowed...but quickly, she started to understand. She pondered while Lana tried desperately not to push any more. After a moment, Lana saw her expression shift.

"...Hold still, this'll probably hurt." Gabby said softly.

Lana barely had a second to brace herself before Gabby was pushing back on the crown between her legs. She let out a choked groan as she instantly felt the pain of the baby being forced back into her. Her jaw clenched and her legs shook, but Gabby did not relent until the head was all the way back inside, and her hand could press flat again Lana's vulva.

Once it was done, Gabby removed her hand, and quickly maneuvered her pregnant body to get off the bed. "Okay, hold it there for a sec. I have an idea."

Still reeling from what had just happened, Lana fell onto her side, grasping her belly and squeezing her thighs together. "Ohhh...wh-what're you...doing?"

She watched as Gabby waddled over to their dresser, opening the drawer of athletic garb. After a little searching, she pulled out three pairs of spandex shorts.

"Here- mmpph- put this on," Gabby told her, tossing one of the pairs over. "And I'll put on the other two. That should hold things off for a bit."

Lana was surprised at her girlfriend's suggestion. She sat up and picked up the shorts. "A-are you sure that's...smart?"

"Like you said, we- hooo- don't have much time," Gabby explained, starting to step into the shorts one by one. "I'm feeling my contractions starting again too, and- ngggh!- if we wanna enjoy these pregnancies while we can, this should hold everything together a...ggh, a little longer."

Realistically, Lana had no time to mull it over. A few more minutes of waiting, and their babies were going to be born, and the pregnancies they'd been dreaming of would be over for good. "...Okay. Let's try it..."

The two young women both managed to wrangle the stretchy shorts up past their thighs and wide hips. Gabby now had two layers of shorts on, while Lana had a couple pairs of her own, as well as her panties underneath.

"How does it feel?" Gabby asked, waddling over as she cradled her belly.

"Definitely very tight," Lana said, as two layers of compression fabric dug into her. "But it...hoooo...feels like everything will, uh...stay in place for a while."

"Mhmm, totally," Gabby said, feeling the fabric over her crotch with her hand. "Gotta be a pretty strong baby to- ngghh- get through that."

Lana grunted and heaved as she stood up from the bed, still trying to keep her legs together, fearing the baby would start coming out again. "Oof...so, ah...what now? Are you hungry? Thirsty?"

"I think I could definitely use some water," Gabby said. "I've been...mmph...sweating a lot."

"Me too," Lana agreed. She began to walk out of the room with Gabby, but stopped briefly. "Oh, wait, hold on..."

Lana reached up and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, which had become wet with milk and stained with sweat. She pulled the well-worn garment up over her head and tossed it onto the bed. Her breasts spilled out over top of her belly, full and heavy. Now, both girls were fully naked except for their shorts.

Gabby's mouth curved into a smirk, and Lana smiled back. "...Okay, that feels better. Now let's go."

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The two made their way back out to the living areas, taking slow, narrow footsteps. The couple was very worn out by now, and didn't want their walking around to speed up labor. Gabby detoured to the bathroom to wash her hands and face while Lana went to the kitchen to fill glasses of water.

While standing at the sink, Lana began to struggle again. Her body was not happy with her after Gabby put the birth into reverse. Now she was faced with incessant contractions and a constant low, heavy feeling on her hips. She swayed from side to side, shifting her weight back and forth, trying to breathe deeply and steadily. The baby's head pressed right at its exit, threatening to crown again at any moment...

Suddenly, Lana felt a pair of hands grab her by the waist, and she yelped. Behind her, she heard Gabby start to chuckle. Her girlfriend's pregnant belly pressed into her back, and she sighed.

"Babe, don't do thaaaat," she groaned. "No sudden movements...you're- unnggh- gonna make me start pushing again."

"Oh yeah?" Gabby said. She took one hand and traced it over Lana's backside, down between her legs, causing her to shudder. She took her fingers and gently rubbed at Lana's pussy through her shorts, right where the baby would be coming out. "Go ahead...I'll just push it back again and again...nnhh...until you tell me to stop."

Lana felt her heart pounding, her loins quivering. "Mmmhh...please..." She angled her hips back toward her partner, still clutching the full water glasses.

Feeling playful, Gabby brought both her hands back up and started to fondle Lana's breasts, kneading the flesh like dough. Spurts of milk jetted out into the sink with each squeeze. Lana gasped and whimpered, getting very turned on despite herself.

"Ooooh, babe..." Lana moaned. She set down the glasses, so as not to spill or break anything. She gripped the edge of the sink, starting to lose control of her urges. She bore down a bit, and her sex bugled out into her underwear just slightly...

Abruptly, Gabby removed her hands, realizing she may have been working things up too quickly. She came up next to her girlfriend and grabbed a glass. "Sorry...let's rehydrate and get back to the bedroom."

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The walk back to the bedroom was even more laborious. Both women were getting very close to giving birth to their final babies...Lana's was more than ready to start crowning again, and Gabby's wasn't very far behind. The girls waddled toward the bed huffing and puffing, Lana slightly doubled over while Gabby was slightly bow-legged. Once there, they crawled up on their hands and knees, flopping onto their sides so that they could face each other. They reached their arms out in a loving embrace, as close as their could get with their round bellies between them.

Gabby ran her fingers through Lana's messy hair, looking into her eyes. "Thank you again...so much," she whispered. "This has been...nggghh...so incredible."

"Pregnant you is- ghhh- just as beautiful as I'd imagined," Lana said, trying not to let her voice sound so strained. "I'm so glad I- hooo- nghh...c-could make this happen."

"I wish- uunngghhh...!" Gabby groaned, grimacing and clutching her tight belly.

Lana put her hand alongside Gabby's, rubbing her girlfriend's gravid swell. "Are you feeling pushy?"

Gabby simply nodded. Lana kept rubbing her girlfriend's belly, letting her work through the contractions and urges. She tried to take in as much sensory information as possible, so that she would always remember what her partner's pregnant belly felt like.

At the same time, Lana was actively fighting back from pushing. She had her legs pressed together, almost crossed, and noticed that Gabby was doing the same.

After the contraction faded, Gabby took a deep breath and stared at Lana again. "You know, babe...hoooo...I feel like I've barely done anything for you...come here."

She shifted down, so that her head was more in line with Lana's chest. She took the breast resting on top into her mouth and began to suckle.

Lana gasped, immediately feeling jolts of pleasure. Gabby had of course played with her tits before, but it never felt this good. She hugged Gabby with one arm and weaved her fingers into her girlfriend's hair.

"God damn, you taste good," Gabby said through her teeth, as she started to nibble and lick, taking in milk. "This is...mmhh...a whole new level of sexy."

A moan escaped Lana's throat as she gripped the back of Gabby's head, holding her in close. The erotic pleasure was once more washing away her inhibitions, and she felt the need to push overcome her. She lifted her top leg, opening up her hips and giving the baby room to emerge.

Gabby kept sucking, now using one hand to rub Lana's belly. "You feel so...unngh, fertile...like you were meant to carry babies..."

"Ooooh, baaabe..." Lana groaned, scrunching up her face as she bore down. She realized she couldn't stop herself from pushing, not with Gabby stimulating her body like this. She felt her labia parting, the head crowning once more into her shorts. "Nnguuhh...oh! Ahh, f-fuck! B-abe, it's...nnnh!!!"

Gabby took her mouth off Lana's breast, scooting herself back up a bit. She let the hand on Lana's belly drift down between her legs. "Mmh...push for me, baby."

Now Lana really couldn't stop. For the first time, she pushed with everything she had. She growled in pleasure and pain as the head quickly pressed outward into her shorts, into Gabby's hand...but it could go no further than that. If the two layers of shorts weren't enough of a barrier, the hand definitely was. Lana's baby was stuck at just about a full crown, leaving her the gasp and moan helplessly.

"Shhh, take it easy," Gabby said. She started to rub gentle circles on the bulge in Lana's pants. "Just take it in...feel how it's stretching you."

Lana slowed her breathing and tried to relax, despite the pressure. She felt the tightness of her belly, the indescribable sensation of fullness in her groin. The full weight of her baby, right there, ready to be born...and Gabby's hand, coaxing it to stay in place. She thought about Gabby calling her fertile, and how much she enjoyed that...how great it felt to be bearing life...

After a moment, Gabby retracted her hand a bit. It was now time for her to start grimacing and moaning, earning Lana's attention. She saw that Gabby had curled up more, and had opened her legs up a bit. Lana took her hand from Gabby's back and brought it down past their pregnant belly, down between her girlfriend's legs, where there was another lump forming.

"You're...crowning, too," Lana breathed.

Gabby nodded again, frantically. "A-a little..."

The two just lay there for a moment, entangled in each other. Their bellies pressed into one another, their tits both leaking drops of milk onto the sheets. Their hands between each other's legs, each cradling the head of an emerging baby, confined by tight clothes. It was an intensely intimate moment that neither had ever experienced or thought they would experience. The whole time, they looked in each other's eyes, communicating a thousand things but saying nothing.

Eventually, something had to give. Lana watched as Gabby bore down again, and felt as the baby's head pushed out further into her palm. Gabby grunted, "Babe...I love you, but...I don't think we can keep doing this forever..."

"I...I know..." Lana sighed. She tensed up as her baby pushed out just a bit further, despite the restraints. "I just...fuck, I'm gonna miss being pregnant..."

Gabby chuckled, despite her straining. "Heh...and to think, you were so- mmggh- freaked out at first."

"I just didn't know what was going on!" Lana said. "Like, nngggh- I didn't even drink any guh...Gravidade, right? So how...?"

"Maybe it was...gggh...that light you saw," Gabby joked.

"Who fucking knows. I just know it- mmggh, fuck- won't be this easy to be pregnant again..."

Gabby removed her hand from between Lana's legs and placed it tenderly on her belly. "Well, nngh- never say never," she said. "We could get pregnant again...be surrogates, or something...and for a...hooo...whole nine months, too."

"I guess...you're right," Lana said. She felt herself pushing again, and this time, the head was at a full crown, about to force itself out into her tight shorts. "Okay...gggh!...I'm done...let's get these babies out."

The two had held out long enough. They feverishly went to remove their shorts, but it was easier said than done. They were so swollen and sweaty, and the fabric so tight, that it took a lot of effort just to peel them off their hips.

"Mggh- oh god," Gabby grunted, trying to wiggle her hips as she tugged her shorts down past her ass. "It's fucking c-cominggg!"

"Ooh, oh, ohhhhh...!" Gabby moaned, her remaining strength split between pushing out the baby and pulling off her clothes. Every inch she pulled her shorts down, the baby emerged to fill the space. The head popped out, and she shuddered.

Gabby had gotten her shorts down to her knees, and that was enough for her. Her baby was already halfway out by the time she got on all fours to push. "NnggGHUOOAAH!!"

As Gabby's baby slid out, Lana gave up on trying to full remove her shorts, opting to flop on her back and bear down.

"HHHRNNGH! GAAH!" Lana bellowed, giving her final push. The baby had just enough room to come out, landing in Lana's shorts like a hammock.

Totally spent, the two girls collapsed onto the bed, resting in their own pools of sweat, milk, and birth fluids.

"Guh...we did it, babe..." Gabby panted. "We fucking did it."

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Unfortunately, the two couldn't rest for very long, because they had a lot to take care of. They took turns using the restroom, cleaning themselves up, and getting dressed into pajamas.

Lana stripped the bed and picked up the rug to make a laundry pile, while Gabby went and retrieved the empty bottle of Gravidade from the living room floor, as a keepsake.

At the end, the two sat on the bedroom floor, hugging each other. Gabby kissed the top of Lana's head softly while Lana rubbed her back.

"Best Valentine's Day ever, huh?" Lana asked.

"Yeah," Gabby breathed. She quietly looked over at the ottoman, where six whole newborns were now sleeping soundly.

"So, uhhhh...now what?"

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THE END

[push4me]

Live Delivery (Commissioned Story)

Why hello, Bunnies! 👋🏻🐰🥰 I am back with a mid-week drop and it's a commissioned story courtesy of my wonderful Vault member, @zenw2q — this one’s all theirs. Huge thanks for the killer concept (literally), and I hope you’re as obsessed with this stream-gone-feral as I was writing it. 💦👶📸

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Word Count: 3,691 words

Summary: Two heavily pregnant streamers face off live, trying to outlast each other through self-induced labor. Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains extremely explicit content involving pregnancy kink, labor, childbirth, lactation, twin delivery, orgasmic birth, clitoral stimulation, public exposure, streaming/voyeurism, squatting/jumping-induced labor, competitive birth, breastfeeding after birth (non-sexual), overstretching, vibrator use, placenta delivery, messy gushes and intense vocalization throughout. Full crowning and detailed expulsions included. All participants are adults, and all content is consensual.

“Alright,” Rainych muttered, shifting on the exercise ball with a grunt. “Stream’s on. Mic check. Camera one—on me. Camera two—on your bloated ass, Knite.”

“Pregnant and rude,” Knite said, smirking as she pulled her hoodie sleeves up. “How’re you 41 weeks and still this bitchy?”

Rainych’s eyes flicked toward chat. It was already flooding with emotes. A little “🔥WaddleWar🔥” banner pulsed in the corner of the screen. Over two hundred thousand viewers were watching the feed go live.

She arched a brow. “How’re you carrying two breech twins and still pretending you’re winning this?”

Knite bounced once on the mat—high, her black pants tightening across her hips. Her heavy belly jostled under the hoodie, the taut curve of it pushing the fabric forward in one commanding bulge. “I don’t need to win. I just need to outlast you.”

Rainych snorted. Her hand pressed instinctively to the underside of her gravid belly, where the weight had started to drag low. “Macrosomia,” she muttered toward the mic. “Means fat-ass baby. Mine’s kicking my ribs and my cervix.”

Chat exploded.

“rainych leaking soon?” “knite boutta pop two water balloons 🫧” “who’s crowning first? bets on the breech behemoth”

“I’m eating the ghost peppers first,” Rainych said, grabbing the red dish in front of her. “And I’m not going easy.”

“Perfect,” Knite said. “The hotter you go, the faster you blow.”

The plate of bright red slices sat between them. Rainych grabbed one and bit down. She didn’t flinch.

Knite watched her chew with raised brows. “That one had seeds.”

Rainych swallowed. “All of them do.”

“Jesus.” Knite took one, hesitated, then shoved it whole into her mouth. Chewed once. “Mmfh—fuck—!”

Rainych’s smirk widened.

Her belly contracted. Not hard. Just a firm, pressing squeeze that made her shift her weight and hiss.

Knite clocked it. “You gettin’ tight already?”

“False labor,” Rainych said, rubbing low. “Happens all day. It’s cute you think that matters.”

Knite picked up another slice. “Let’s clean.”

Ten minutes later, they were squatting in sync—wiping baseboards, organizing wires under the desks, rearranging camera stands. Rainych’s shirt had pulled tight across her lower back. Her pink hijab clung to the back of her neck with sweat.

Knite was down on one knee, scooping old fan mail into a bin. “This is the dumbest shit we’ve ever done.”

“It’s your challenge,” Rainych grunted, squatting again. “Your rules.”

“I didn’t say you had to do it.”

“You said whoever holds her baby in longer wins.”

Knite paused. Her stomach was tightening.

Not just a clench. It rolled. She gripped the desk, breathing once—steady, shallow. Then laughed and pulled herself back upright.

“Mine are chill. They like games,” she said.

Rainych stood slowly, hand braced to her thigh. “Mine’s breech and pissed.”

Chat pinged hard.

“Rainy’s waddling like her waters boutta blow 😭😭” “knite’s got twins playin ping pong in there” “this is better than any birth vid I’ve ever paid for ngl”

Rainych sat again, legs wide, back arching to make room for the low-hanging weight of her belly. Her shirt had ridden up just enough to show the dark stretch of her underbelly—taut, full, glossy with sweat.

“Okay. Jump squats,” she said, voice lower now.

Knite raised a brow. “You serious?”

“Scared?”

Knite stood. “Get the mat. I’m not jumping on this hard floor.”

Rainych rose too. Slower. She swore under her breath as another contraction tugged deep in her lower back.

They jumped once. Twice. On the third, Rainych let out a breathy, “Haah—okay—”

“That didn’t sound fake,” Knite muttered.

Rainych’s jaw clenched. “It’s not active. I can still talk through them.”

Knite looked her over. Then jumped again—higher. She winced halfway down and palmed her side. “Mmngh—okay, that was a twofer.”

“Yeah?” Rainych looked almost pleased. “Babies getting ideas?”

“Shut up.” Knite leaned against the desk, breathing. “Just Braxton Hicks.”

Rainych eased herself back to the ball, wide-legged. One hand braced behind her, the other pressed to her vulva for just a second. “You’re leaking,” Knite said, watching the wet spot bloom.

Rainych glanced down, then back up. “Camera two didn’t catch that, did it?”

Knite grinned. “Oh it definitely did.”

Chat exploded again.

“SHE LEAKED” “WATERBENDING ACTIVATED 💦” “CLOSE UP CLOSE UP CLOSE UP”

Rainych exhaled, chest rising. “Still not labor. I’m fine.”

Knite’s brows lifted. “I give it two more jumps.”

Rainych didn’t jump again. She couldn’t if she tried.

She stayed planted on the ball, both hands gripping her thighs now. Her hips rolled. Not playful. Not performative. One long roll forward, then back. Then again, slower.

Knite crouched beside the mat, grabbing her water. Her hoodie clung damp across the curve of her belly. She adjusted it, then paused—frowned.

“You good?”

Rainych blew out a breath. “Nngh… think that one was real.”

Knite blinked. “Yeah?”

Rainych nodded once, then twice. “Low. Tight. Back to front.”

The chat box shifted.

“wait wait wait is it starting” “omg macrosomia mama’s about to pop 😳” “someone screenshot her face rn”

Rainych grimaced. “Still early. Don’t freak out.”

Her hips lifted again—off the ball this time. She rocked in the air, held the position, then dropped with a soft grunt. “Okay. Okay. That one wrapped around me…”

Knite’s brow furrowed. “Like contraction-wrap?”

Rainych nodded. “Mmhm. Wrapped and held. Not fake.”

Knite stayed quiet. Then: “...I’m gonna jump again.”

She didn’t even hit full height before she landed and doubled forward. “Oh—fuck—”

Rainych looked up fast. “What.”

Knite didn’t answer. Her hand clamped to her belly, one foot scrambling back as she grunted again.

“Was that real?”

Knite just breathed. “It’s low,” she hissed. “That one was… fuck. Deep.”

Rainych stood, legs wide, one hand on her desk. “Talk to me.”

Knite nodded slowly. Then again. “That one pushed.”

“What do you mean pushed?”

Knite didn’t answer right away. She braced her elbows to her knees, squatting with her hoodie riding up, belly out and domed hard. “Baby A shoved down.”

Rainych’s eyes widened. “You’re at thirty-eight weeks.”

Knite glared. “You’re at forty-one. Don’t play moral high ground now.”

Rainych gripped the desk harder. “Mmh—god—okay…”

“What.”

“I just got one too.”

“Another?”

Rainych didn’t answer. She lowered herself slowly to the mat. Sat back, legs open, belly massive and low between her knees. “It’s not stopping.”

Knite looked at her. Really looked.

Rainych’s face had gone still. Lips parted. One hand on her belly, the other slowly bracing between her legs. Her breathing was thin and fast.

“Rainy…”

Rainych didn’t blink. “It’s not tightening and releasing. It’s pressing.”

“Down?”

Rainych nodded once, sharply. “So much pressure. Like… like he’s right there…”

They stayed like that. Thirty seconds. Maybe a minute.

Knite stood slowly. Her body felt heavier now—weighted at the hips, not just the spine. “We need to pick,” she said. “Do we cut the stream or let them watch this.”

Rainych looked at the screen. Then straight into her camera.

“Heads up, chat. I think we’re going in.”

Knite pulled her hoodie off. Underneath, her black tank top was soaked along the hem, clinging to the full, high stretch of her belly. She moved stiffly now from instinct. 

“Okay. Mat’s clear. Keep it clean. I’m not birthing on dust bunnies.”

Rainych snorted and immediately winced. “Nnnngh—ohhh god—”

Knite’s head snapped toward her. Rainych was half-sitting, half-sprawled back, one leg drawn up.

Her voice had dropped—no longer joking. “That one was long,” she said. “Long and low and… fuck.”

“Was it pushy?”

Rainych hesitated. Then nodded. “Not full-on. But I needed to move. Couldn’t sit through it.”

Knite stepped close. “You okay if I start squatting again?”

Rainych waved a hand. “Do it. Just don’t fall on me.”

Knite grunted as she dropped into a deep squat. Her knees creaked. Her belly shifted forward—harder than she expected. Her eyes went wide.

“Oof—nnghh—ohh—that hit—”

Rainych looked at her. “Bad?”

Knite didn’t answer right away. She rocked forward, both hands to the floor.

Her breath caught.

Rainych’s eyes narrowed. “Knite?”

Knite’s voice was strained. “I think… baby A’s moving into my canal.”

Rainych sat upright. “Wait. Already?”

Knite braced to her hands and knees. “Fuck—it hurts—”

Chat pinged.

“she said canal holy shit it’s happening” “TWIN A DESCENDINGGG” “both of them boutta crown together 😭😭😭”

Rainych tried to shift, but the motion pulled another contraction from her—full-bodied, slow and grinding.

“Ahh—haaah—nngghhh—oh—”

She rocked back, one leg still bent, the other kicking slightly. Her hand flew between her thighs.

Knite looked up. “Are you pushing?!”

“No—maybe—I don’t know—he’s bearing down—”

Knite dragged herself upright, sweat dripping. “You’re not leaving me behind.”

Rainych barked a laugh. “Oh fuck you—”

“Not without me,” Knite panted. “If you’re crowning, I’m right there too.”

Rainych’s belly shifted—lower. She felt it. Her pelvis unlocked.

Then the smallest warm gush.

She looked down.

The wet was clear, slow, and steady.

“...Knite.”

Knite turned.

Rainych met her eyes.

“My water just broke.”

Rainych’s breath hitched sharp.

Then came the sound. A slick, wet plop right onto the mat.

She gasped.

“Shit—shit—shit—”

Knite scrambled over. Her hand barely brushed Rainych’s thigh before she saw it.

A thick gush of amniotic fluid had soaked through Rainych’s black pants and was now leaking down her inner thighs, puddling into the carpet under her. Her legs were open. Her back arched.

And her belly—still huge, still pulled forward—had dropped.

Rainych’s mouth was open. Her hands had flown behind her, bracing against the floor as she panted through it.

“Ahh—haaah—ngggh—he’s coming—I can’t—”

Knite knelt beside her. “You’re descending. I can see it. Are you pushing?”

“I’m not!” Rainych yelled. “He’s sliding—he’s doing it on his own—”

The camera caught everything: Rainych’s soaked pants stretched wide around her thighs, the dark wetness spreading as her pelvis tilted up, involuntary and desperate. She moaned again, louder now—raw and guttural.

Knite flinched at the sound.

Because her own belly tightened—hard.

She dropped to her knees.

“Oh—oh shit—oh fuck—Rainy—I feel his feet.”

Rainych’s eyes shot to her. “What?!”

“Baby A,” Knite gasped. “He’s breech—his feet are pushing into my canal—I can feel them stretching me—”

Rainych’s mouth opened again but no sound came out.

Then—

“NNNGHHH—oh god—oh fuck—”

She bore down.

It wasn’t planned.

Her body took over.

There was another thick squelch—then a scream.

“AAHHH—HE’S CROWNING—fuck—”

Knite crawled to her side, eyes wide.

Rainych’s pants were peeled back by her own thighs now—bunched mid-thigh, slicked with birth fluid. Her vulva bulged—glossy, spread, teardropping around the unmistakable round stretch of her baby’s head, thick and slowly opening her wider.

“Oh my god,” Knite breathed.

Rainych was crying now—face scrunched, hands gripping behind her knees. “It hurts—he’s huge—nnnnhhh—ohhhh—”

“Stay with it,” Knite said, breath shaky. “You’ve got the crown—he’s right there.”

Rainych shook her head wildly. “He’s not moving! He’s stuck—he’s just sitting there!”

Knite’s face twisted with a groan of her own. She rocked forward again, elbows hitting the floor.

“I—I think his feet are out,” she gasped.

Rainych blinked fast. “What?!”

Knite groaned. “He’s breech. He kicked out. I felt him slip through—his feet are just hanging in me—”

Her hand pressed under her belly.

Rainych’s voice pitched up again.

“Oh god—nnghh—he’s stretching me—aaaahhh—!”

Knite glanced down.

Rainych’s head was half-out—crowning thick, her lips stretched in a wet ring around the baby’s scalp. Fluids slicked down her thighs and pooled under her.

“Rainy—”

“DON’T TALK,” Rainych sobbed. “Push with me or shut up—”

Knite bit back a moan—then gasped.

The fullness was shifting.

“Okay—okay—fuck—I’m gonna push—I have to—”

They both bore down.

The stream captured everything—two bodies in tandem, one with a glistening crown peeking, the other with her twins' feet breaching and trembling in place.

“NNNGHHHH—haaah—fuck—it’s coming—he’s sliding again—”

Rainych’s voice broke.

And with a long, sticky squelch, her baby slipped further.

A wet plop, louder this time.

And the head—fully crowned.

Her lips stretched wide, her clit swollen and flushed, the head resting fully between her thighs with her perineum still taut and trembling.

“OOOHHH—oh my god—”

Knite was panting beside her.

She reached down between her own legs.

“Rainy—my baby’s dangling.”

Rainych was still open—wide, dripping, breath hitching with every tiny tremble of the head between her thighs. Her body refused to finish. The crown sat there—glistening, round, stretching her soft and slow.

She gasped.

“Fuck—he’s stuck—won’t move—”

Knite glanced up, red-faced, hips twitching. She was still bent forward, both knees shaking.

“You need a contraction—”

“I need to come,” Rainych snapped.

Her hand slid fast between her thighs. Middle and ring fingers pressed hard to her clit, slippery with birth fluids, already so swollen it bounced under the pressure.

Knite froze. “You’re—serious?”

Rainych moaned—head rolling back, chest heaving.

“I need it—he’s not sliding—he’s sitting in me like a plug—oh god—oh fuck—”

Her other hand went to her breast, groping under the soaked striped shirt. She tugged her bra down, pinched one nipple hard.

The effect was immediate. Her thighs twitched. Her hips rocked.

Knite could see it—the way Rainych’s labia flexed, the top of the baby’s head pulsing with each shallow roll.

“Oh—haaah—aaaah fuck—yes—more—”

She rolled her clit faster, moaning deep now, nipples tight, belly contracting.

Knite whimpered.

Because the sight of it—the primal mess of it—made her own canal clench.

Her baby shifted again—feet twisting, hips stretching.

“Oh fuck—I feel him turning—he’s going shoulders down—”

Rainych groaned louder. “Do it—play with it, Knite—get him out—ahh—nnnnghh—!”

Knite’s hand slid between her legs.

She wasn’t graceful. She was panting, messy, soaked in sweat and birth fluids, but she found her clit and rubbed. Hard.

Rainych cried out again—voice cracking. “YES—FUCK—YES—I’m coming—”

The orgasm crashed through her.

Her belly clenched.

Her hips bucked.

And the baby slid out—shoulders first, thick and slow, then the chest, soft ribs stretching her open with a loud, wet squelch.

“NNNNGH—AAAHHHHH—”

A slippery pop, then a long, glossy slide between her thighs.

The body dropped with a gushy plop onto the mat, limbs curled, cord still pulsing.

Rainych collapsed back, gasping, tears streaking her cheeks.

“...holy fuck…”

Knite moaned sharply.

Her orgasm hit mid-push—her legs spread, toes curling, and her baby’s hips forced wide open with the pressure.

“AHH—AAHHH—he’s turning—he’s coming—*he’s fucking coming—”

She bore down, both hands gripping her thighs, her body arching off the floor.

Feet, then legs.

Then hips, twisting sideways.

And then—*

A fat bulge between her cheeks.

Her own baby crowned from the butt, feet dangling, body halfway out.

“Rainy—he’s halfway—oh god—I’m coming again—ngghh—”

Rainych blinked fast, breath coming in short, erratic bursts. Her baby lay slippery and steaming between her thighs, one tiny fist twitching, mouth parting to cry.

Her hands were trembling as she scooped him up.

He was still attached—cord glistening, thick and pulsing from her raw, gaping slit.

Rainych didn’t care.

She shifted back slowly, shoulders braced, thighs spread wide as she dragged herself to lean against the desk leg. The move angled her hips up—exposing everything.

Her pussy was blown wide, flushed and glistening, with the cord still trailing between her folds. Past it, deep inside, the dark flush of placenta hadn’t moved yet—fat, soft, still clinging.

She brought the baby to her chest.

He latched with one little snuffle, lips sealing around her nipple. Her shirt was half off. The hijab pushed back. Milk leaked down his chin.

And her pussy stayed open.

Fully in frame.

Chat exploded.

“SHE’S STILL ATTACHED 😳” “cord in pussy cam 😭😭” “baby feedin placenta peakin we LIVE”

Rainych glanced sideways. “Camera two’s got the whole thing?”

Knite, still on hands and knees, nodded shakily. “Yeah. You’re… fuck… you’re wide.”

Rainych smirked faintly. “Don’t be jealous.”

Knite groaned. “I’m not jealous. I’m crowning.”

Rainych looked down.

Knite had rolled onto her back, black pants shoved to her knees. Her belly was still full with Baby B, but between her thighs, Baby A’s body hung slick and limp—shoulders out, chest resting on the mat.

And her pussy?

It was stretched.

Wide. Glossy. Twitching.

The head was almost out—but not quite.

Just the upper face: one closed eye, nose flattened, the curve of the forehead lodged tight against her rim.

Rainych stared.

“Ohhh fuck—he’s stuck.”

Knite gasped. “It’s so much—he won’t slide—he’s wedged—”

Rainych reached one hand down again, rolling her own nipple gently as the baby suckled.

“Try again,” she said. “Touch yourself.”

Knite’s head snapped sideways. “What?”

“You need to come again.”

Knite’s legs twitched. “I can’t—he’s in me—his face is in me—”

“Exactly,” Rainych said, voice low. “He’s making you feel everything.”

Knite whimpered.

Her hand slid down anyway.

She rubbed her clit once.

Twice.

Then gasped.

“Ohh—ohhhh fuck—”

Rainych watched.

Watched the way Knite’s fingers moved faster, the way her hips rolled involuntarily, the way her pussy clenched around that stuck, slippery head—

—and then opened wider.

Knite moaned.

Louder.

Her whole body trembled.

And as her orgasm hit—

“NNNNNGHHHH—AAAHHH—YES—”

—Baby A slid free.

A thick, gushing squelch echoed off the mat.

Head, then neck, then body, all at once.

Rainych laughed, breathless.

“That’s how you win.”

Knite lay sprawled, legs wide, pussy still twitching, fluids slicking the inside of her thighs. The baby lay between her knees, still attached, his head steaming against the cool air.

She blinked at the camera.

Chat went feral.

“TWINS COMING IN HD 💦” “god i wish that were me fr” “rainy with the cord cam knite with the facestuck finale?? we been blessed”

Rainych looked down at her still-leaking pussy, placenta bulging faintly inside.

“Don’t end the stream yet,” she said. “We haven’t shown them everything.”

Rainych moaned low, head tilted back, her baby still nursing, her pussy still parted around the thick cord.

Then—

A pressure shift. Deep and dull.

She gasped. “Placenta’s *coming—nnnghh—”

She braced again, both legs spread wide, fingers splayed behind her. Her core contracted—wet and slow—and with a long, sticky slide, the placenta slithered free.

It landed on the mat with a fat, sloppy plop, the cord still twitching, a trail of fluid seeping from her wide, quivering folds.

“God. That was huge. It felt so good… I think I just came again a little…”

Knite whimpered from the floor.

“Mine’s not even close to done.”

Rainych looked over.

Knite’s thighs were shaking. Baby A was now latched to her chest, greedily suckling, but her belly was still taut—full.

Then it shifted.

A huge lurch, forward and down.

Knite’s whole body spasmed.

“AHHH—he’s dropping! Baby B—he’s coming now—!”

Rainych crawled toward her. “Okay—okay—don’t fight it. You need to push.”

“I can’t!” Knite gasped. “He’s bigger—he’s so much bigger—”

Rainych glanced under her.

Her jaw dropped.

Knite’s pussy was swelling wide again—already bulging—but this time with a massive breech.

One ass cheek first. Then the other.

He wasn’t waiting.

Rainych scooped her baby and settled him between Knite’s breasts.

“Let him latch. He’ll help.”

Knite groaned, nipple already leaking. Rainych’s baby rooted immediately, mouth catching instinctively.

The moment his lips sealed, her womb tightened.

“NNNGHH—OH FUCK—he’s sliding—I’m gonna burst—”

Rainych reached into the drawer behind her and pulled out a small pink vibe. With a smile, she clicked it on and it hummed to life. 

“Lift your hips,” she ordered.

Knite moaned. “Rainy—what are you—”

“Trust me.”

Rainych pressed the vibrator directly to her clit.

Knite screamed.

“YES—YES—FUCK—OH MY GOD—”

Her pussy clamped hard. Then bloomed.

Baby B shot forward.

Hips and legs expelled in a sudden, gushing eruption—amniotic fluid spraying across the mat, splashing both their thighs, soaking Knite’s hoodie in a wide, wet arc.

“AHHH—HE’S STILL IN ME—HIS HEAD—STUCK—”

Rainych didn’t let up.

She circled the vibe harder, faster, watching Knite’s body quake.

“You need to come again. It’s the only way.”

Knite sobbed, helpless, pinned wide.

“I—fuck—I’m gonna—I can’t—”

“YES you can—feel him—ride it—let it go—”

Knite’s scream built in her chest.

She came again—hard—legs locking, back arching off the floor.

And with that final, explosive climax—

Baby B’s head shot out in a burst of thick, hot fluid.

It splashed against the mat, droplets hitting Rainych’s calves.

The baby lay sprawled, twitching, pink and covered in vernix.

Rainych clicked the vibe off and Knite collapsed back. 

Everything went still except the soft suckling noises from both babies—one on each of Knite’s breast.

Rainych reached for Baby B and patted its back until it cried and she latched it onto one of her engorged, leaking breasts. Knite’s body was wrecked. Beautiful. Still quivering. Her pussy still slack, open, the twins’ cords twitching against her leg. The room was soaked — bodies, mats, carpet, clothes — drenched with sweat and birth and milk and slick.

And the camera was still on.

Still blinking red.

Still live.

Chat had detonated.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME 😭😭😭😭” “pussy cam? cord cam? MILK CAM??” “give these queens an award. an OSCAR. a BIRTH NOBEL”

Rainych blinked, Baby B still latched on to her breast, when reached toward the laptop, fingers shaky, her thigh still leaking where the placenta had slid free earlier. 

The “Tip Jar” window was flooding—lines and lines of usernames and numbers, every second a new chime.

She stared.

“Knite.”

Knite didn’t open her eyes. “Mm?”

Rainych laughed. “We cleared six digits.”

Knite blinked up at the ceiling. “Holy fuck.”

They both started giggling. Too breathless to control it. Still twitching, bodies wrecked, tits out, cords attached, babies suckling lazily on both chests.

Rainych wiped her forehead. “Thank you, chat,” she panted. “We don’t deserve you.”

Knite grinned. “We really don’t.”

Rainych sat up straighter. The vibe was still beside her knee, slick and silent. The room smelled like milk, sex, and afterbirth.

She squinted at the stream comments, scanning for something coherent.

Then read aloud: “One of them said... ‘Do it again.’”

Knite tilted her head. “Again?”

Rainych looked over at her. Then grinned. “Yeah.”

Knite snorted. “God.”

Another tip pinged.

Then another.

The suggestion kept repeating.

“GET KNOCKED UP AGAIN” “REMAKE THE STREAM BUT BIGGER” “RACE TO TRIPLETS”

Rainych met Knite’s eyes.

“We doing this?”

Knite let her head fall back with a groan.

Then grinned.

“Fuck it. I’ll find a donor tomorrow.”

Rainych laughed, still out of breath.

“Same.”

They both looked at the camera, tits out, cords still hanging, mats soaked in birth.

Rainych winked.

“See you again in ten months.”

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The Run-Away Prince and His Knight (original story)

*WARNING: This is fetish content! Read at your own discretion.*

Warning #2: VERY. LONG. 10 thousand words.

Also putting up some preemptive rules here:

You do not have my permission to re-post my writing (reblogging is welcome and encouraged, but not re-posting).

You do not, under any circumstances, have my permission to use this or any of my works for generative ai purposes.

With that out of the way,

The long awaited run-away prince x knight story is here! I tried to make this a long one but hopefully not to the point that it’s boring to read. Basic background is that a prince and his ftm trans knight run away from their kingdom which demands the prince be married and blah blah some medieval fantasy politics that the prince wants to avoid. The prince and his knight are in love with each other, though they don’t quite know it yet. But they’ve already been sleeping together and… well… made an oops!

This story has:

Very intense and realistic depiction of birth

Stealth FTM knight

Mostly long pushing phase (again. seriously. this is 10k.)

A cranky old midwife who is probably a witch but we love her for it

Dad’s (the prince’s) pov

Sappy love confessions

Introducing these original characters I made for this story and now totally love: Bastian and Leo. And their baby, of course.

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Bastian knows he’s pacing. This is fine. There’s nothing wrong with pacing, especially when his nerves are absolutely on fire and he has no other outlet. And here, though he’s struggling to accept this, it’s okay for him to let his guard down, to be afraid. Here, he is not a prince. Here he is just Bastian, with no duties and no expectations.

They had to stop somewhere in the south of Spain, Bastian and his knight, who is the bravest of all indeed. Their decision to run away together and leave France far behind had been an impulsive one, but one that barely needed spoken agreement. Leo, his brave, beautiful, strong knight, sees him like no other. And it is the same the other way around.

In the kingdom, Bastian was the only person with whom Leo had shared his secrets. Perhaps this was because, since early adolescence, they had essentially grown up together. They were not bound by the rules and expectations that a prince and a knight would normally follow. They were different, always had been.

So, it was only Bastian who Leo came to, to share his secret. This was a secret not a single other living person knew, and a secret Bastian had intended to fight to keep to his grave:

Leo was a woman.

Well, he was a woman only in the sense that his body was female. In all other respects, he was Leo, who had always been a boy, now a knight. He had told this to Bastian many years ago, when they were still adolescents and the weight of the world and all its expectations had not yet come down on them.

It was fun, for a while, keeping the secret. Now, it’s dangerous. Now, only they two can know.

Bastian had stopped denying his love for Leo a long time ago. What would be the use to deny it, when it burned so fiercely? He only hoped that Leo shared these feelings, though he was afraid to ask. He was not the brave one of the two of them…

They shared a certain carnality for each other that was undeniable. The first time they made love was when they were still within the kingdom, hiding who they were in the shadows, always keeping an eye on the door. They would meet in the stables and lay together there on the few nights a year that they had the chance.

Now free, unbound, they made love frequently and without guilt.

Of course, this came with its own consequences.

In the tavern’s cheapest, darkest, and most isolated room, Bastian continues to pace. He steals glances at Leo, afraid that if he stares too long he will break with guilt for what he’s done to his love.

Leo is also pacing, though much slower and waddly. As he waddles, his head drops forward then back, his long red hair shifting to cover his face. His expression is hard to make out in the dim candlelight, but Bastian can detect the hint of tightness between his brows, though Leo’s hair once again covers his face, and he can see it no longer.

Leo is still wearing his white linen tunic that he wears under his clothes, which once was long enough to go down to his knees. Now, it’s the mound of his belly that lifts it up and stretches the fabric taut, lifting the hem to the point of his hips. Leo’s hands are supporting the small of his back as he breathes very deeply and slowly with intention, closing his eyes to concentrate against the pain.

He has swelled very large in the last several months. For a time, the life within him went entirely unnoticed by both Leo and Bastian. Leo is not a small man, though he is not large either. He is slightly taller than average and very lean, with narrow hips. His muscles, of which there are plenty, are unique in that they hide so well beneath his skin, one would never know that he is a war-seasoned swordsman.

Perhaps it was his thinness or the tightness of his abdomen that made the mound invisible for so many months. Now, though, it has practically spilled out from the front of his body, round and low over his pelvis, with a popped-out bellybutton that is strangely sweet to behold.

Bastian’s eyes unwillingly take him to Leo’s belly and he can’t help but stare. It tightens inward with each wave of pain, which it seems Leo is having now, and it is honestly fascinating to watch. It pains Bastian, though. Really, he feels useless.

Leo has been labouring well though, all things considered. That is, it’s his first time and the two of them don't know enough about childbirth.

How careless Bastian has been. It is his fault Leo suffers now.

His eyes on the floor, Bastian hears a slap and looks back up to Leo, who has just batted the old lady away from him as he moans and breathes.

They had picked up an old woman in this town, a few hours after the onset of Leo’s labour. Or rather, she picked them up. She had seen them in the town’s stables, Leo moaning and clutching his belly, though he tried to hide it beneath his thick winter clothes, and had known instantly what was going on. She asked no questions, just took them along with her and got them a room in this tavern.

She did everything with an odd indignance, as if chastising Bastian and Leo for being stupid children. Bastian’s first impression of her, if he’s being honest, was fear. In all aspects, she resembles a witch. A bent back, long knobby fingers like twigs and overgrown, scraggly white hair. She even has some sort of wart or mole on her chin. She is the picture of witches in the fairy tales Bastian’s servants read to him growing up.

But as far as he can tell, she is not a witch. She had told them that she could help, that she is a healer and midwife, and of course Bastian immediately accepted. They didn’t know what they were doing, and certainly needed help.

Leo, on the other hand, had not been so welcoming to her. In the past, he often dealt with pain by putting it somewhere deep inside. Bastian, still, is the only person who has seen Leo vulnerable, the only person who could ever treat his wounds and who Leo felt safe around.

“Old witch,” Leo had privately called the old woman, with a twitch to his mouth, when she had gone to get water from the well and they were safe inside the room. Bastian had barked a laugh.

Then when she had returned, the old witch had put a wrinkled hand on the top of Leo’s belly. He had drawn back, his hands protective over their child, but the old witch had kindness in her eyes as she told him, “She will be beautiful and fearsome.”

Leo and Bastian had both been in a state of shock. “She?” Leo had asked in a quiet voice.

The old witch had only smiled with her eyes.

Bastian knows that Leo is still convinced it will be a boy. Bastian tries not to put thought into it, because thinking about it would then make it real. He tries to stay present in the moment, to make himself useful in any small way he can, though it is so hard to see Leo in pain.

The thing is, he has seen Leo in pain, many times. His knight is a valiant fighter and protector. Too many times, it was Bastian who would patch up Leo’s wounds or offer a damp cloth for his head when he was tired after battle or after protecting Bastian outside the kingdom.

It’s all Bastian can think to do now, offering a cold cloth for Leo’s head.

He takes it, still waving the old midwife away. He puts the cloth over his face and inhales, and Bastian watches quietly as the midwife surprises him by backing off.

He only notices then that she has mostly honoured Leo’s wishes. It is clear that Leo does not want to be touched or spoken to, and that he will only let Bastian assist him. The midwife, though they all know that the time is coming for her to be more hands-on, stays back and simply busies herself by stoking the fire in the fireplace and hooking a pot of water over it.

Hours pass like this. The only way Bastian can tell the time is by the notches in the candles around the room. The midwife replaces the shorter ones too.

Hours crawl on until it is deep into the night, and Leo’s labour takes him all around the small room.

He is free to move as he pleases, though Bastian knows he is still keeping so much control by not making loud sounds. There’s no real reason why he should be quiet beyond the fact that Leo does not like to be seen in pain. That, and the owners of the tavern had not been notified that one of their lodgers is in labour.

And it’s real, now. Leo labours hard, pacing the room, leaning on the baseboard of the creaky bed, then finally kneeling on the floor, rocking forward and back as each pain causes him to moan and growl lower and deeper.

Bastian knows it’s coming soon, then. He kneels on the floor next to his knight, who is still working hard to get through this one pain.

Bastian makes himself useful by gathering Leo’s hair into a twist and moving it off his neck. It’s so long and soft, so orange and beautiful. Bastian adores every part of him, even the deep grumble of his breath as he leans down into the floor, hands like claws on the boards.

Finally, Bastian finds his voice. “Leo,” he whispers, “you are so strong. I’m with you. I’m right here with you.”

Leo surprises him by grabbing his wrist, pulling him down with him as he grunts a little bit tighter, pressing his bottom down into his heels, his head tucking down and all his long hair spilling loose.

Bastian scoots in front of him, both of them kneeling on the floor, so Leo can grab his arms. The sounds he’s making are different than before.

“If you feel a lot of pressure,” the midwife says from across the room, “you can push down with it.”

Leo slumps forward then with his first real grunt, tight and deep. It seems his body commands him to do it, as it just goes on and on and on and he’s unable to get a breath. All Bastian can do is clutch his arms and Leo clutches his, and bite down on his tongue as he steels himself for what is to come.

An eternity later, it ebbs away and Leo is able to gasp in a breath. He grabs at Bastian’s arms, his nails biting his skin.

“My prince,” he gasps, ignoring the midwife, “I-I need to push. It’s time. I have to…”

Bastian looks quickly to the midwife for help, his heart jumping in his throat.

“Try it,” she says. “Push down with the pressure.”

But he doesn’t, not consciously. His face is pinched in fear and strain, his cheeks pink, as his knightly instincts command him to look to Bastian for direction.

His body does it for him then, forcing him to squeeze down, groaning tight in his chest. Bastian holds him fiercely, sweating just watching.

“Ican’t…” Leo garbles out as he’s bearing down, his teeth bared. Then the tightness releases him just enough to grunt out, “I have to– UHH! Oh, GOD! My prince, I need to push!”

Bastian takes his hand this time, prying Leo’s rigid fingers from his tunic. “Then push, Leo,” he says. “Only you can do this. Trust your body, and push.”

One heavy breath, then two, a fearful, brave moment of eye contact. Then wondrously, Leo doesn’t resist it. He bites down, clenching his teeth and closing his mouth, and sends it all the way down into the floor, and then it’s happening. This battle into the unknown.

Bastian remembers Leo telling him once, that before he decided to become a soldier and eventually was knighted, he grew up on a small farm. He had assisted ewes in the births of lambs; he's no stranger to animal birth. At the very least, he knows the strength and determination that it will take to push.

Bastian, on the other hand, is in over his head. His only anchor is his knight, and so he puts all of his trust and love into Leo, simply following his will and his body’s urges. It is only Leo who will be able to bring this baby out.

It’s coming now. It’s coming.

After those first efforts and Bastian’s words, something in Leo visibly changes. He is emboldened, focused, ready to go headfirst into the pain like a bull.

He rips off his tunic, now damp and stained with his labouring sweat, and takes charge of the pain. There is no fear in him as he exposes himself fully naked with the midwife in the room, something he never would have done before this, and he lets the pain flow in and out.

Bastian knows how it is in Leo’s mind. Leo hardens himself with the same fortitude as he does before heading into battle.

Pushing does not take much adjustment. Leo simply follows the will of his body as it commands him to bear the child down and out. The sounds he makes go from powerful and guttural to almost mute as he concentrates.

Countless minutes are spent where Leo goes into a sort of up-down rhythm. He stands up, planting his feet firm and wide beneath him, and pushes quietly with his knees bent. Then he comes down and squats wide, his hands still on the tops of his knees, and continues to push that way.

He goes up or down according to his own will, holding each push for a while before it bursts airily out his lips. His efforts seem big to Bastian, though he expects Leo to be louder so he looks to the midwife for guidance.

She does not linger her gaze on Leo, knowing he doesn’t like it, but every once in a while she looks over and nods, speaking soft words of encouragement. She is busy sanitizing linens in the pot of boiling water.

Leo is upright as another pain comes on, and he puts his hands on the tops of his thighs as he bends down and open like he’s sitting in the air. Then with a big breath in, he closes his mouth tight and visibly tightens as he bears down.

His skin is so pale, Bastian marvels at how quickly Leo’s face, neck, and chest turn red with his effort. He holds it for only a few seconds, his eyes squeezing shut, and Bastian wants to encourage him but cannot speak.

“Bwuh,” The effort bursts out of Leo. That is when Bastian gets his bearings and sits in front of his love, offering his shoulder for support.

Leo takes it immediately as he locks in for another push, unable to speak, balling up Bastian’s tunic in a fist on his shoulder as he squeeeeezes down, opening his legs more.

Bastian gets a full view of his belly and crotch, the skin of his belly tightening and going in. It looks hard to the touch. Compelled by love and overwhelmed at the sight of Leo in such pain, Bastian puts his hands on Leo’s belly and feels the effort with him.

“Buhh” Leo expels airily, then tries to breathe slowly. His belly drops back outwards, but Bastian had felt something shift within. The mound is still hard; Bastian knows Leo is not done with this one.

“Breathe,” he tells him anyway, and Leo does.

Then Leo bends forward and over Bastian, spreading his legs wide and bending his knees down, and Bastian puts his hands on Leo’s hips to support him. Bowing over and leaning his head on Bastian’s shoulder, Leo grips Bastian’s biceps and holds down hard. Bastian can feel the strength of it against his own forehead, which is pressed to Leo’s big hard belly.

Both of their eyes are closed, just feeling it together. Leo is so strong, doing so well, Bastian has to hold back his tears as he feels Leo’s belly tensing, tensing, tensing, and something tumbling beneath the surface.

That is them, their child. And Leo is working so hard to get them out… Bastian is terrified to think about it, but as he feels their little feet kick against his forehead, he finds himself leaning into it, making his touch known.

Then Leo has to let the pressure out with an airy, “Dhuuhhhhh,” still against Bastian’s shoulder, and Bastian feels him gasp right away and bear down again. He squeezes Leo’s wide open hips, keeping him upright as he trembles and dips down just a little more and more.

Then something incredible happens. There’s an audible pop, then before Bastian can understand what’s happening, a huge splash of warm water all over his lap.

Leo expels with a sudden and strained sound, his legs shaking. The midwife is coming closer, assessing the waters it seems. Bastian is beside himself, panting as if he were the one pushing. Leo leans back, and it seems his body is finally giving him a break. They look at each other, and there’s fear there, but there is also bravery, determination, love.

Leo puts his hands on his belly and rubs down and up, both of them looking at their child. His eyes are so soft and glassy, the faintest dusting of pink on his cheeks as he pants, and he’s smiling.

It’s then that Bastian knows Leo will fight with his life for their child, and the fight begins here. He loves him.

The skies spill hail while Leo regains his strength after this pain. It is loud against the roof and the window sill, though not as loud as Leo’s breath as he trains it to calmly come in and out, filling his entire body.

The midwife gives him water to drink, which he takes. The three of them know that this is where it begins: they are just at the threshold of the real hard work, and Leo needs every bit of strength he has.

When he needs to push again, he goes away from Bastian and retreats into himself, focusing. He stands, gripping the baseboard of the bed and spreading his legs wide as he bends down into it again.

“HHhhhhrrrrmmmmmmmmhh………..” he grunts into it quietly, a rhythm, one push after the other. He is a warrior, barely stopping for breath, trying so hard to work with his body and the baby.

Bastian’s only view of him is from the back, his red hair already clinging to the tacky skin of his back in clumps and strands. He has already worked up a sweat, and when the candle flames flicker just right, Bastian can see beads of it roll down Leo’s thighs and ankles.

“Is he feverish?” Bastian asks the midwife, trying to keep his voice calm.

She has no reaction to his little slip-up. It’s likely she has already heard Bastian refer to Leo as ‘he’ or ‘him’. Never once has she inquired or judged. Bastian feels that she already knows, and does not care.

“No,” she tells him, “it is just effort. Birth is hard work.”

It certainly is. Bastian had no idea. He tries not to get stuck in his head feeling guilty for doing this to Leo, as he watches Leo labour and sweat.

Of his own accord, Leo lets go of the baseboard and resumes a squat on the floor. This time, though, he leans his back against the end of the bed and leans back on his bottom, pulling his shins wide open and back, causing his feet to lift off the floor.

He must be truly in the throes of it then, Bastian realizes, because he’s exposing himself completely to the room, to the midwife who stands near Bastian.

Nothing can be seen of the baby just yet. Leo grunts as he bears down, his belly hardening and pointing, but his opening remaining unchanged.

He grunts hard as he pushes now, very focused on some invisible spot in the room which he squints at, crunching up his face and baring his teeth. With every grunt, he pulls his shins open and points his crotch up to the ceiling, curling in.

Leo’s next grunt is louder and more guttural than the last, and Bastian has to take a step back. He looks at his knight, naked and red in the throes of labour, his legs crunched up on either side of his distended belly and his teeth bared in a horrible grimace, and he can’t resist thinking anymore, I did that to him.

Bastian gets stuck thinking this, just standing there as Leo throws his head back and shoves his shoulders down with another push.

It’s happening now, and there is nothing Bastian can do to stop it. Nothing he can do to ease the pain or help bring their child out. If he could just get a hand in there and pull the child out, he would. Hell, if he could push it out himself, he would suffer double the hours and pain of Leo’s labour if it meant Leo could just rest.

Leo’s next grunty release startles Bastian into action. He goes to his knight as Leo pants and pants, still holding his shins, his legs folded up so tightly his feet aren’t touching the floor. He just pants, exhausted, as the midwife whispers calming words: “Good, you are using all your effort now.”

“Leo,” says Bastian. His own voice is shaky and foreign to his ears. “You want to hold my hand?”

But Leo is already grunting down again, spreading his trembling legs just a bit wider as he manages a tight and grunty, “Icanh…….” He holds it, holds it, holds it, and Bastian looks down at his opening.

He’s a bit shy, but still he looks. Leo is spread so open it’s almost lewd. But this is childbirth, Bastian supposes, the truth of childbirth. Past Leo’s wiry red pubic hair, it seems there’s a bulge, like the head of their baby is knocking at the door. He’s not opening much, not from what Bastian can see, but as he holds down the pressure harder and longer, the bulge presses outwards, beginning to stretch his swollen tissues.

Leo startles Bastian by releasing with a “GNUUHHH!!” and the bulge dips right back in. Leo pants hard.

Bastian manages to get his bearings. He brushes Leo’s stringy hair off his forehead and says, “Breathe, sweetness… Slow down and breathe.”

Panting, but trying to slow his breaths down, Leo slowly lets go of his legs. They stay open, but floppy, his feet now on the floor.

The midwife saves Bastian from feeling useless by instructing him to sit on the end of the bed behind Leo. This way, he can help hold Leo up as he pushes.

He does, and first puts his hands under Leo’s arms before he realizes this is uncomfortable for Leo who needs to use his arms. Instead, he puts his hands the other other place they can go, covering Leo’s breasts from the midwife’s eye. His fingertips brush the hard top of Leo’s belly as he makes it to the end of another push, grunting tight and loud.

He’s working hard now. The candlelight is dim, but Bastian can see the big slope of Leo’s belly, how it crunches in with each long and loud grunt, and Leo’s wide open legs, his curled toes which lift off the floor.

Bastian leans down over Leo’s shoulder, hugging him and cupping his breasts tight, and now he can see Leo’s opening from this angle. He’s curled so tightly, he’s practically exposing himself to the ceiling while still tucking his chin down into his chest. There is not much to see yet, still, but Bastian swears as Leo grunts hard one more time that he can see his tissues beginning to bulge out.

“...ggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrRUHH!” Leo grunts out, and his tissues and belly relax. “Fuck. Oh, no…” he whispers, and Bastian realizes he’s trembling.

Bastian thinks Leo is done, but the midwife comes to sit in front of Leo and speak to him.

“Do not fear,” she says. “You can go into it stronger than that, just let your body guide you.”

Leo gives one small push, but it does seem that he’s done.

Then a knock at the door startles Bastian and he looks over. Leo is so into it, so tired, he doesn’t seem to react.

The midwife holds up a hand and groans as she gets to her feet. She only opens the door a crack, and there are whispers.

Bastian tries to lean in to see, but he cannot. The midwife is standing between the room and whoever is at the door, blocking anything from sight. If she were to open the door all the way, surely Leo would be seen. The bed is up against the wall at the head of the small room, the door on the side wall. The foot of the bed is practically in front of the door with how small the room is. No doubt they can hear Leo panting.

Thinking quickly, Bastian grabs the bed linen behind him and drapes it over Leo’s naked body. His legs are still parted, but he’s put his feet on the floor.

Bastian presses his lips to the salty skin of Leo’s temple, soothing him and whispering comforting words to him, rocking him a bit.

“Doing so well, just breathe now,” he whispers, and Leo does.

“We heard a concerning noise and wanted to see that everything was alright,” one of the voices says at the door. It’s then that Bastian recognizes it and the other voice along with it as the brother and sister who own the tavern.

“I have someone labouring in here, but everything is just fine,” the midwife explains.

Still rocking Leo, kissing his forehead and cheek, Bastian trains his ears and hears one of them gasp. He can imagine their fearful expressions. He leans down further, kissing and nuzzling Leo’s cheek, smelling him, and Leo brings a hand up to bury in Bastian’s dark wispy hair, leaning his cheek into Bastian, nuzzling him back.

“We will get a doctor for you!” the brother says at the door.

Kindly, the midwife tells them to fuck off, which startles a laugh out of Bastian.

Then Leo’s breaths pick up, and Bastian can feel the top of his belly harden under his fingers. Feet planted and relaxed on the floor, Leo opens his legs more, holding his belly. He whispers, “‘scoming…”

And Bastian can’t find it in him to care any longer about the people at the door and their muted discourse. He rubs the skin of Leo’s chest, presses his lips into his cheekbone as Leo grabs his shins and his belly points down as he bears down hard.

“Strong,” Bastian whispers into his ear. “Push as hard as you can, Leo, c’mon.”

He grunts good and hard with it, tipping his face back this time so he can hear Bastian’s encouragement in his ear.

“Good, good, bring him out,” Bastian whispers.

The voices at the door insist on getting a doctor one more time, as the midwife tells them that the person labouring knows what to do, and that she herself has delivered hundreds of babies.

“GGGGGGHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUHHHH……” Leo grunts deep and tight, his wide open legs trembling.

The midwife slams the door then and turns back into the room, giving Leo space.

Leo gives a few more hard pushes, each with a crackly and prolonged grunt. Every time he releases, all the tension drops out of his belly and legs, going a bit floppy, before he steels himself and shoves down again.

It’s obvious Leo is getting tired. As Leo rests, Bastian covers his eyes with a cold damp linen and keeps his hand there, kissing his cheekbone.

Bastian looks at the midwife as she goes around the room lighting incense from somewhere in her pack, and he asks her if everything is alright.

“Yes, everything is normal,” she assures him, her voice flat as if she’s bored, or maybe that is just how she talks. “Just be patient. It takes a lot of strength and time to push a baby out.”

Bastian flushes at the prospect that she would think for even a moment that what’s making him restless is impatience. He will hold Leo through every pain as long as it takes for him to get their child out. But he doesn’t correct the midwife.

This goes on until one of the shorter candles burns out, Leo going from being curled up against Bastian’s legs to leaning over the floor on his hands and knees.

Eventually, he gets on the bed, and Bastian knows his role by then. He sits with him, always close to him, whispering to his brave and strong knight, his love, to keep working and push,

and push,

and push…

Every release is dizzyingly loud and hard, speaking to the immense effort Leo is exerting each and every time.

“UUHHRRR!” he grunts out, the sound high and strained at first and ending very deep and guttural. Then he just pants, gripping the tops of his thighs as he sits on his heels, facing the headboard of the bed.

Sitting behind him on the bed, Bastian can do nothing but rub his hand up and down the back of Leo’s shoulder, and he feels the tension under his skin as he breathes hard and fast like an animal.

It sounds like Leo’s body commands him to push, as the urge catches him in-between breaths and he tenses with a very tight and grunty, “Hhuh–”

“Well done, Leo,” Bastian whispers, still holding his shoulder as he trembles severely, his skin reddening. Then, after at least twelve seconds, Leo releases with a very strained sound: “..........UHHH! Please…”

“You are amazing, Leo. Keep pushing if you have to.”

And Leo does, breathing into it and preparing himself at first. He brings his fingers down to feel, sighs out his air in an almost frustrated way, then readjusts by sitting up on his knees more, opening his legs as much as he can in that position.

Then, to Bastian’s surprise, he reaches back and flaps his hands until Bastian laces their fingers together. He sits up on his knees behind Leo, mimicking his pose, and Leo whispers the count of two to himself before he grips Bastian’s hands and shoves down with a hitch of breath.

Bastian can feel the effort in his own body as Leo leans his torso slightly forward and down, crunching down towards his belly but still kneeling upright and gripping Bastian’s hands with such force that Bastian winces.

He feels a bit stupid as all he can say is, “Oh, Leo.”

Then the inevitable release: “.............................UUUURRRHH!” A huge inhale. Then he just grunts horribly the whole time he pushes. “UUUUUUUUUURRRHHHHH!!” Another. “UUUUUUUUURRRRRHHHNNG!!” Hard and deep and powerful, each time bearing down with his entire body, raising his shoulders as he gasps and sending them down hard and fast with each gigantic push.

Across the room, the midwife has been busy replacing the candles again. She seems so unbothered by Leo’s noises while Bastian doesn’t know what to do with himself. He tries to absorb some of her calmness, tries to comfort Leo by kissing the backs of his shoulders. His skin is salty with sweat and so warm. His entire body is hard and shivering with the pain and effort.

Leo’s next release is a grunty scream, his hands clammy in Bastian’s. “GNAAOOOWWMYGOD—” Then, already pushing hard, so strained, “............got..g’ttagetitout……..uururrrrRUUUUHHHHGOD!!”

“You are strong enough,” the midwife says from across the room. “Visualise yourself opening for the head and push the babe down with all your effort.”

“Ngh…” Leo grunts, “...ngI’mtrying…”

“Push the babe down,” she says again, her words calm and slow. “Open, open.”

Her words seem to work for Leo, because he gives hard and silent pushes one after the other, raising his face this time and Bastian can just about see his horrible grimace.

“.....................................................DHUHH!! …Shit. It’s burning.”

“That’s good,” the midwife says, coming closer. “That’s good, that means the head will soon come. You’re pushing well.”

“I-I-I can’t breathe,” Leo pants. “I need a minute. I need…”

“Take a break,” the midwife permits. She comes with a damp cloth and leans over the side of the bed to wipe Leo’s face, petting away his stringy red hair as he pants and gasps loud and wild, his hands still intertwined with Bastian’s behind him.

“Breeeeeaaathe,” the midwife reminds him, then shows him how to inhale deeply through his nose.

Slowly, Leo’s body begins to relax, and he lets go of Bastian’s hands to lean forward on his elbows, moaning and swaying his hips side to side. Bastian gets a view of his bottom raised in the air, but he still can’t see their child’s head yet. If any of it was poking out while Leo was pushing, it sucked back in.

Instinctually, Bastian begins massaging up and down the long length of Leo’s back as he keeps breathing and moaning and swaying, opening his pelvis. Leo is so lost in his own world, but it seems like it feels good.

The next time Leo gets a pain, there’s no warning. It seems to catch him off guard too, as he’s still on his elbows with his head way down, his hands clasped on the sheets in front of his head. He just tenses his back, and Bastian can actually feel each individual muscle hidden beneath the skin as with a little hitched grunt, Leo bears down hard.

He leans his bottom back and down as he pushes, so Bastian can’t see his opening. Leo’s bottom is touching Bastian’s legs, as Bastian still kneels upright behind him, and Bastian can feel him tremble. He can see the exertion, because Leo’s skin from the back of his neck to his middle is turning a violent red, his head down and beginning to tremble so hard.

Then Leo releases with a loud grunt, and he raises his head to gasp in as the midwife kneels down over the side of the bed and puts her hands over his, still above his head.

Just as she whispers, “Huge push,” Leo shoves back again, trembling even harder, his body somehow stiffer and his back absolutely shining in the candlelight, the sweat pooling in the long dip of his spine and the dimples at the small of his back.

He gives a few very big pushes for this one, almost screaming out at the end of each one. He thumps the mattress with a fist as he breathes too fast, complaining of a burning sensation once more.

Then for the next pain, he gets himself upright again, but shuffles towards the headboard this time so he can grab onto it. He moves according to his body’s will, and ultimately comes up in a deep squat, still facing away from Bastian with his hands gripping the headboard hard.

The midwife tells Bastian to press on Leo’s hips as he bears down, so he makes himself useful and does just that. He sits on his heels, pressing his palms firmly, and rests his cheek on Leo’s slick shoulder blade as the pain comes yet again. Leo does not have much of a break anymore.

“—UUUURRRRRITHURTSSOBAAAAAAD…………..”

Leaning over his sweaty, rigid shoulder, Bastian can see Leo’s big belly flex inwards between his wide open trembling thighs, his bellybutton poking out. Leo is incredible.

Bastian whispers into his shoulder and neck, feeling himself grit his teeth and wince too, “It’s there, beauty. Push hard.”

One after the other, Leo rocks down to push hard and long, with big loud gasps in-between, filling his lungs so his belly expands before tightening inwards.

“..............UUUURRRRHHHHN!!......................................................UUUURRRRHHHHYEAH–..........................................................OUUUHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh……”

All the while, Bastian encourages him into his shoulder, moving to mutter into his sweaty red-hot cheek, pressing his lips to his skin, “Goodgoodgoodgood Leo, you are strong. You are incredible.”

Leo’s head is loose on his neck, either going back over Bastian’s shoulder with a push or crunching forward. This time, as he gears up for a very big push, Leo crunches his chin practically into his breasts, gripping the headboard so hard it creaks as he roars.

“Good, push your baby,” the midwife says. Then she tells Leo that when this pain has passed, he’ll have to move. “You need to open. In this position, you will push your baby into the bed and that won’t be very helpful.”

Leo, who is definitely not in the mood for jokes, tells the old woman to shove it up her ass.

She takes this with grace, though Bastian blushes and looks at her apologetically. Then she reaches out and tells Bastian how to help her move Leo.

The midwife suggests he squat on the floor, but Leo follows his body and comes to stand next to the bed, leaning over the mattress and dipping down and up as he breathes evenly, opening his legs wide.

There is an air of intensity in the room as everything seems to have kicked up a notch. It’s close, Bastian can sense it. Not much longer now. Soon, Leo will finally be able to rest. His beautiful, loyal, strong knight…

Bastian looks at Leo, his knight, his love, labouring hard, and he feels his throat tighten. Leo is the picture of effort. He’s bent down, his quivering legs spread open and his knees bent, his fists trembling with effort in the sheets. His teeth are bared, eyes squeezed shut into tight wrinkles as he grunts hard and high.

Bastian and the midwife, who is sitting on the floor behind Leo, both keep quiet as Leo works hard.

It bursts out of him with a deep, animal grunt. “MNGUUHHTHEHEADIS– SOBIG–”

“Keep going,” the midwife coaches. “If it gets to be too much, just breathe it down.”

There’s no way to know if Leo hears her, because he’s still pushing. God, it looks so hard. His face is beet red and shiny with sweat, his hair plastered over his skin in knots. He has an expression on his face that reminds Bastian of constipation, and he guesses the sensation is really not too different.

“That’s good, that’s good, I see hair,” the midwife says. Then as Leo bursts his air out and seems to bear down even harder, twisting his fists in the sheet with that horrible expression worsening on his face, she says, “Oh, lots of hair.”

Bastian is beside himself, his heart thumping out of his chest as he watches his love work harder than anyone.

The sounds and faces Leo makes would be embarrassing, but he is so beyond modesty, embarrassment, and privacy at this point. Nothing in the entire world matters more in this moment than pushing their baby out of him and into the world, and he puts every drop of effort he has into the task. Bastian wonders if he’s even aware of the expressions, sounds, and secretions his body is making. It wouldn’t matter. All that matters is that the midwife sees hair!!

Bastian jumps back into action, putting his hands over Leo’s which are still tangled in the sheets.

“Push, sweetness, you are almost there. You are so strong, so brave. You are my pride, my knight. I know you can do this. Push.”

Leo had gotten at least two good pushes in as Bastian was talking to him, and it seems he’s done now, truly spent for breath. He puts his red cheek on the bed and his gasps for air sound more like exhausted shouts, as he flinches and a tear drops from his tightly closed eyes.

“Where is he…” Leo croaks out, truly spent, as Bastian brushes his hair out of his face. Bastian leans down to kiss his cheek and forehead as Leo still keeps his cheek on the bed, panting and heaving and animalistic.

“Not long now,” the midwife says softly.

Leo heaves out his air, then he suddenly raises his head and makes a quiet pained sound, almost like panic.

“He’s–he’s– ohh-h, why is it going back in…”

Bastian puts his hand over Leo’s fist on the bed as the midwife explains, “The babe’s head has to rock in and out to stretch you. Just let your tissues relax, let your bottom relax. Every time you push, you bring the head out little by little.”

“Every time,” Leo repeats, like he doesn’t believe it. He’s exhausted, dazed, putting his head back on the bed with his eyes closed. He has the strength to hold Bastian’s hand, though, and that is enough.

“Reach down and feel the head next time,” the midwife says. “Feel how it comes down when you push.”

Leo seems afraid to touch, possibly for the same reason as Bastian. Touching the head, feeling it, means it’s really coming.

But, brave as always, he does. He keeps his head on the bed and puts his hand down there, feels around for a moment, before his eyes snap open and he looks at Bastian.

“Is it there?” Bastian asks him, and only then realizes there are tears in his eyes.

Leo nods. “He’s right there.” Then his face crumples in a grimace as he grits out, “Iwantitout—.....” before he gasps, shouting. “Hoh! Oh! OoohhhitBURNS! Is’toobigIcan’t……”

The midwife tells him to wait for the urge to push, to not force it out. She tries to tell him it’s important for him to stretch, but Leo is in it. It’s impossible for Bastian to tell now whether he has a pain or not. After feeling the head, he’s sure Leo is ready to keep pushing hard until the whole baby is out.

And so he dips into another vicious push, baring his teeth, his face turning completely red and the vein in his temple bulging out.

“---OH! Ouuhh..hohh…” and his body commands him to bear down extremely hard again, of its own accord. “Ouuhhhhhhhh……..hhhhhyesohyesohyesohyesouuuhhhhhh……..” Then he releases with a huge breath, panting hard and loud. Bastian can only put his hand over Leo’s which still grips the bed. Leo’s other hand is still between his legs, waiting and supporting as he pushes the baby’s big hard head into his own palm.

Chin on the edge of the bed, Leo begs, voice wrecked, “Pull’mout! Aoh, God!” And as the midwife is saying, “We can’t it is all you!” Leo shoves back, almost in a squat now, as he grabs the edge of the bed with both hands and extends his arms, his knees touching the outsides of his elbows, and roars down, his head trembling severely from the effort.

“Yeeeeesssssss, yesyesyes, exactly there!” the midwife cheers, the first big smile appearing on her face. In a strained voice, she coaches, “PUSH! PUUUUUSH!”

Leo garbles out a scream then, coming more upright and standing in a crouch over the bed, still gripping the sheets with so much force they rip. He’s pushing his bottom back towards the midwife, who has her hands supporting his opening, though Bastian cannot see. He only sees Leo’s beet-red screaming face, the tendon jutting out of his throat, and his bare breasts dangling down as he pushes so hard he gags with it.

All Bastian can say is, “It’s coming, Leo, you are almost done!”

Then with barely a breath, Leo forces down with his entire body, clinging to the torn sheet on the very edge of the bed, going down into more of a squat so the midwife has to scoot back more to see, as he strains deep and hard and guttural, gritting his teeth up to the ceiling.

“HHHRRRRRRRNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG…..GH…GH..GH…………”

“Yesss, good work, you’re stretching,” the midwife says to him at the tail end of the push. Then, “Alright, let’s get you on the bed now. You, open those shutters! He is burning up.”

Belatedly, Bastian realizes she’s talking to him. His arms and legs are tingling and his head light as he leaps up from the bed and stumbles to the window across the room. Behind him, his love grunts again, so hard and tight and deep down in his core, and he hears the midwife telling him to just breathe, just breathe.

“I’mtryingI’mtryinghe’scomiiinnngggg….” Leo grunts as Bastian’s shaking hands finally get the latch on the shutters open. He flings them out and they bang against the outer wall. The sky is beginning to lighten; it’s almost early morning.

It’s a small window, but any window is large enough to let out all the sound in the room for the whole town to hear. He will worry about that later. Now, he needs to be with Leo.

It’s as he’s having those thoughts that Leo, behind him, starts to push again. It’s a hard and gritty sound, totally involuntary, and in the middle of it he says, “Mnggrrrrrrrrmyprince–.....”

And Bastian snaps into action, turning back into the room to run to his love. “I’mcomingI’mcoming, I’m here with you!”

He doesn’t even see where he’s going, just runs with the only goal of getting to Leo’s side. But the midwife jabs him in the side and he blinks down.

“You,” she says, “come look! Look at your baby’s head!”

Bastian does.

Leo is lying horizontally at the foot of the bed now, his legs spread open so wide his thighs are flat. He’s keeping them that way, gripping underneath his thighs. The midwife, in a gesture of kindness, has thrown the sheet over Leo’s breasts, though most of his belly is still exposed, a mountain of tight and sweat-slick skin. Between his thighs, nestled within his wiry red curls, is a wet dome.

The midwife had pulled a stool over the floor to her side, where she has a dish of butter balanced, some damp linens, and a holder with several candles. It’s this light that allows Bastian to properly see…

Leo’s opening is stretched to an almost impossible degree, unrecognizable to Bastian’s eyes. His folds are pulled back, the skin taut, to make room for not a sliver, but a wide circle of curly, wet hair. It’s a little wrinkly, and definitely not out to its full circumference, as Leo’s tissue is bulging out around it, proof that there is more within. But it’s there. A head! There’s a little indent in the shape of a circle at the tip of the scalp, from when Leo must have been stuck trying to push it past that stage.

Bastian feels a sob bubble up his throat as the midwife brings the candle closer and gently pulls on a little curl so he can see the colour.

Their baby has red hair.

My baby… Bastian thinks, awestruck and speechless. A whole person, half him and half Leo, the love of his life…

“Tell Leo what you see,” she says.

Bastian goes to Leo, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed so he can lean over and brush Leo’s stringy hair off his forehead. “He has red hair,” he says, his voice damp with tears.

It’s after this moment that Leo goes quiet, drawing into himself and summoning the last bit of strength he needs. Bastian keeps quiet as Leo concentrates, breathing into the urge to push their baby to a crown. It’s coming. So soon.

The pain takes a long time to come, and Leo touches the baby’s head to embolden himself. It hasn’t gone back in this time. Bastian watches, and sees that it’s surprisingly squishy, likely mostly scalp and not skull. When he’s done feeling, the midwife takes a clump of butter and starts applying it to Leo’s tissue around the head. Then Leo’s belly hardens, and it’s finally time to push.

He means business right away. He hooks his elbows under his knees, lifts his torso off the bed to crunch in, and forces down with a hitched grunt.

Immediately, the head bulges forth, pushing at the tight barrier that is Leo’s tissue. It is not that he’s not strong enough; far from it, he’s pushing with every fibre of his being, turning completely red, veins poking out of his skin. It’s that his tissue is tight, keeping the baby’s head in place in a ring.

Bastian whispers to him to encourage him, holding him up beneath his back. “Push… push… push, it’s coming out more!”

It is! The head pushes and pushes, jutting out and back in just a bit as Leo’s strength wears out, taking his tissue with it, and then Leo grunts out hard and falls back to the bed. The head goes back to where it was, but just a fraction of it is more visible.

It goes on like this, Leo pulling his legs back and pushing pushing pushing with every ounce of his strength, the baby’s head bulging out and taking his tissues with it, and Bastian expects Leo to tear clean open, the head bursting out. But that doesn’t happen. It’s a slow, burning stretch, and Leo uses all of his strength. No stopping now.

“A crown!” the midwife cheers as Leo drops his head back to the flat mattress, straining and grunting, his grip under his thighs slipping due to the sweat pouring off of him.

The midwife is trying to help him stretch, using small linens on either side of his opening, gently stretching the tissue back and open. She regularly reapplies the butter, which is beginning to clump in their child’s curls.

Leo is indeed burning up, staying so red and sweaty, so Bastian wrings out a cold cloth and puts it over his eyes. Leo is just a grimace then, blind under the cloth, as he crunches his chin into his neck and reaches down to grab the bottoms of his feet.

He doesn’t put his feet together, but pulls them wide open and back, his arms extended out straight. His legs tremble so hard, his toes curling over his hands as he white-knuckles it, giving their baby a good long shove each time. The head stays at a crown, moulding around Leo’s tight tissue.

He doesn’t even grunt out at the end of each push. He’s too focused, pushing much too hard. Every release is a quick and quiet hiss of air through his teeth, “Tihh,” before he takes in a huge gasp right away and goes again.

Bastian begins to fear that Leo cannot get past this stage. He finds himself retreating into his own mind against his will, the sight of his love in such pain and effort so overwhelming.

He cannot be sure, but he thinks he can pinpoint the time they made love that resulted in this child.

They had been on the run by then, in their shared tent in the night, well off the beaten path. The fireflies had lit up the grasses outside their tent and, awestruck, they had pulled the flap aside to see.

Bastian had been staring at Leo, which he had not noticed he’d been doing. There was something about the fireflies’ light that made the strands of his red hair glow, like embers.

Bastian had been touching his hair, tucking it behind his ear, and Leo had leaned in to accept a kiss. Then Leo had climbed on top and Bastian had slipped inside. They rocked together, humming and sighing in bliss and freedom.

That’s right; It was the night they ran away together.

Leo’s beautiful red hair fans out on the sheet around his head as he falls back against the bed, still managing to hold on for their child, his eyes still covered by the cloth, his skin red as a beet and his teeth bared like an animal, trying so hard…

He’s pushing more frequently but not as strong, and his pains are slowing down.

Finally, Leo releases the last of his effort with a breathy grunt, and he tips his head back, gasping and gasping, his chest heaving under the sheet. Sweat rolls off of him in the candlelight.

He’s let go of his feet, but he leaves his legs to fan out wide open against the bed. His bottom is on the edge of the side of the bed. If he were to extend his legs, they would simply fall over the edge.

The midwife is telling Leo to breathe deeply, to get his strength back, that the head is almost out. She doesn’t seem too worried.

Leo talks to him then, his voice a ragged croak. He says his name, and Bastian looks down at him as Leo removes the cloth from his face, blinking weakly up at Bastian.

“I can’t…” he says, “I cannot do it… I’m sorry, my prince… I tried.. so hard…” He turns his head to the ceiling then, and a tear slides down his temple. “I am sorry for not having the strength…”

And Bastian has heard enough already. He gets close, finding Leo’s sweaty hand and gripping it fiercely.

“Leo,” he says, “of course you have the strength. He is right there, you said it yourself. It’s just a little more effort and you’re done, I promise. I will never, ever let you hurt like this again.”

“I thought I could do it…” Leo groans, looking away as another tear slides down. “I wanted to keep your baby safe—”

“Our baby,” Bastian corrects. Leo looks up at him silently, and he says it again. “Our baby.”

“Leo, listen,” he speaks quietly and intimately, his heart hammering out of his chest, “you could never disappoint me. You could never fail me. We are free, now. I will ask just two things of you now, and then never demand anything again, and that is to push…” He gulps, fixing his grip on Leo’s hand. “...and that you let me stay by your side. I love you, more than anything in this world.”

And there it is, that bravery and light returning to Leo’s beautiful eyes. He assesses Bastian’s face, really drinks him in, and his breaths become laboured.

It is all the motivation he needs to hear in his life.

With a heave of a breath, Leo grabs under his knees, pulling his legs so wide open he could split in half, and he throws his head all the way back against the sheet, hitching his shoulders down, hitching his belly and his hips and every last drop of strength inside him, to puuushhh their baby’s big head out.

Bastian sobs at the sight, seeing Leo’s effort and the way their baby’s head juts out. “Oh, push, my sweet love. Push with all of your strength. You have it.”

“Steady,” says the midwife, as she gently flexes the baby’s scalp as it comes forward. “Steady…”

Bastian is mute with awe. Leo pushes their baby’s head out so beautifully. Every second slows down to a hundred seconds. Their little redhead’s wrinkly scalp trembles out with Leo’s effort, and the midwife keeps pressure around Leo’s tissue which has the head in a vice lock. His skin is so red, stretched beyond belief, but he still has not torn.

Steady, steady, out comes a forehead, facing down to the mattress and slightly sideways. Bastian leans in to see, and it looks like a little old man with its wrinkles.

Leo is still keeping that same push going as then comes out the baby’s brow, then their little crunched eyes, and out pops a tiny nub of a nose. Bastian knows he’s crying loudly as, with massive effort, Leo pushes out the baby’s lips.

Here, Leo releases with a huge breathy grunt, unable to hold it any longer. Bastian is still watching their baby’s head, so he sees how it dips back in just slightly, not quite fully out yet. Leo must think he’s done because he’s panting.

“Come on, now,” the midwife says as she wipes some goo off the baby’s face, “one more push.”

Bastian steals a quick glance at Leo’s face as he’s gearing up for another push. Leo is in another world, his eyes closed and his head thrown back, exposing the long length of his throat. His skin is completely red and shining in the candlelight, his red hair thrown about the sheets around his head. Leo gasps in once, and Bastian looks back down at their baby’s head in time to see Leo’s hands on the undersides of his knees grip hard again, his nails white, and he makes a sound like, “HUP—”

“Big big big big…” the midwife mutters.

It takes little effort at all. Compared to the rest of the night, it is nothing. Leo holds down hard, his body and raised feet trembling and his pelvis slowly widening more, and their baby’s head trembles out, out, and out comes the chin with a squirt of blood and a huge burst of air from Leo.

It’s out! The whole head! Bastian sobs, not knowing what to do with his hands. He kisses Leo’s forehead, but Leo is still in another world.

His battle is not over yet.

Bastian has seen Leo in battle. He has seen him swing a sword with the strength of several men. He has seen him stumble back from a battle with arrows piercing his armour, seen him pull a dagger from his own flesh, seen him ride into the fray on his horse, head high in bravery, and he has seen him keep that fortitude after so many unspeakable horrors.

All of that is nothing, nothing compared to the strength and effort he exerts to give birth to their child.

Every fibre of his being, every single muscle in his body is used for those long, long moments it takes Leo to push their baby's shoulders from his body. He hardly makes a sound, but for a barely audible, tight groan deep in his throat that just keeps going. Bastian frantically looks from Leo’s face to their baby’s slimy head as his love just keeps that gigantic push going.

It is incredible to watch. It is the most intense moment of his life. A look back at Leo’s face shows that he is deep red and puffy, veins absolutely popping from his neck and temples like roots, but his expression is completely calm. His mouth is closed and curved in such a way that it’s almost like he’s smiling. His head is tipped back all the way, almost upside-down, and his shoulders are lowered as he concentrates every morsel of strength in his body down.

Down and deep, incredibly long and hard without break. Bastian watches as the midwife’s wrinkled hands don’t even touch the baby. His little wet head turns, and there is his little purple face already grimacing. Bastian can feel himself pushing, helping his love grunt down, as their baby’s chubby shoulders begin to appear, and the pouty lips open with a wet gasp, and then the baby slides and trembles out.

It’s not fast. Shoulders, then elbows, then belly and cord, and the baby is already crying and gasping wetly, then his little hips, and Leo is done, he can stop pushing now, but he’s still pushing. He still pushes harder and longer than he ever has and ever will in his life, his legs shaking horribly and his grunt getting louder behind his closed mouth, until the entire baby is out, little feet and all. Then a massive grunty burst of air rushes out of Leo and he lets go of all the tension in his body, and the baby hiccups and starts crying, and Bastian is sobbing.

Their baby is pink and slimy and wiggly and shrieking already as the midwife turns it over in her hands and puts it right on Leo’s deflated belly.

Leo uses the last of his strength to rip the loose sheet off his chest, still moaning and gasping loudly as water and blood pour out of him, his hands open to accept their child. It takes him long moments to come back into his body as he lays there gasping, his eyes half-open and darting around the ceiling, his legs still wide open.

Bastian can’t speak, he’s crying so hard. The midwife is rubbing the baby with her bare hands, trying to get it to keep crying, and it does, gurgling and spitting up some mucus onto Leo’s blood-streaked breast.

Looking at their baby, Bastian realizes how small it is. Now on the outside, in the world, it does not seem so gigantic. It is chunky, for sure, with big chubby purple cheeks and fat rolls on the arms and legs. The baby is swollen and bruised from birth, but Bastian drinks in every detail of their little face. Their little nostrils, their impossibly tiny fingernails, the curve of their ears stuck against their big coned head, their wisps of long, wet red hair!

He is all at once overwhelmed by the bone-deep urge to wrap his body around his baby and protect them with his life.

“You did it, you did it,” he hears himself sob as he brushes Leo’s hair back, kissing his damp forehead. “I love you so much, you did it. You can rest now, my darling.”

Finally, Leo looks down at the baby on his chest, hovering his hands over the elongated head and the little wrinkly back. In his euphoric state, he rubs the baby’s flesh, sighing and sobbing himself, and then he lifts their little chunky thigh.

His glassy eyes go wide, and he says, “Oh!”

“Oh?” Bastian’s throat tightens.

But Leo looks up at him in shock, and his bottom lip wiggles as he says, “A girl! We have a girl!”

Bastian sobs again, practically falling over his little family. Outside the door, he hears the voices of the tavern siblings cheering, and then some. He laughs.

“Bastian,” Leo says in his ear, “I love you too.”

And Bastian hugs him tighter, careful not to crush their baby, dropping kisses to her little head and kisses all over Leo’s sweaty face as Leo laughs.

The midwife is congratulating them, telling Leo he did a very good job. She’s doing something with their girl’s cord, checking for a pulse, possibly.

Leo cranes his neck up to see her. “What is your name?” he asks her.

The midwife smiles a toothless smile at him. “Yvette,” she says.

“Yvette,” Leo repeats, dropping his head back to the mattress and gazing down at their baby girl. “Yvette…”

And all at once, there she is. There they are, the three of them. Free.

END.

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posting this again to boost!! birth playlist, about 150 videos so far and I add to it when I find new videos I like.

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Some folders with some great births

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Birthing Into Boxers (7:38)

CW// Contains TMPREG , CLOTHING BIRTH , PAINFUL LABOR (All Fake)

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Litter #4: Anonymous Donor

Size of Litter: One

Birthing Position: Squat

Birthing Location: Bathroom

Labor progressed faster than I thought it would. I ended up pushing without having time to take my boxers off. This brood was actually too big and it hurt my little puppycunt...

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Feel free to request laboring positions, locations, and/or size of the litter!

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Pushing crazy hard but the head still takes ages to crown and be delivered. This is exactly how I'd hope to birth.

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Updated links to my google drives

I’ve been getting a lot of pings of requests to my google drives, and I figure it has to do with that new security update with the .mp4 files, so I’ve updated the links on the original post. I’ll also be posting them here as well. If they still don’t work, please let me know.

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0BwPfxpJEguTVcjJjWlZaMGFXNFk?resourcekey=0-V55Z1AElW3rqa57VhGycmQ&usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B6BSkF4KXZVKQUhRWTIxX1BTWGM?resourcekey=0-9oUCk-VLHvzzzVyBvhFR1w&usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1fV8KpsH7jPi1USmTEYp51pLAK3dgFSfi?usp=sharing

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B6Lh70g4po-PSjU5amY5RENrcTg?resourcekey=0-9O6_BB9nwNNg7R16VHYn7g&usp=sharing

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This writer is gold.

BONUS FREEBIE STORY - Ferry Baby

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Callie groaned under her breath, shifting her weight on the ferry seat as another cramp twisted low in her pelvis. She adjusted the lightweight drape over her shoulder, shielding her nursing baby from view. Their youngest sucked hungrily, his little hands batting at her heavy, leaking breast. The drape hung low enough to cover her lap, hiding the massive swell of her belly resting heavily on her thighs.

Matt leaned in close, whispering, "You sure you want to keep going?"

"We're already on," Callie muttered, wiping sweat from her brow. "We're not turning back now."

They had boarded the commuter ferry with all five of their kids and a mess of rolling suitcases, which Matt had stacked into a makeshift pen around their seating area. Their kids, ranging from five down to one, were miraculously occupied with their tablets, oblivious to anything happening outside the glow of their screens.

Callie winced as another cramp tightened across her belly. She was 41 weeks and 6 days pregnant, and her belly was massive, hanging so low it brushed her thighs even when sitting. Her maternity dress clung to the curve of her bump, riding up slightly as she shifted, but at this point, modesty was the least of her concerns.

Matt gave a quick glance around. Passengers were distracted with their phones or watching the water through the ferry's grimy windows. When no one seemed to be looking, he slipped his hand under the drape, sliding up her bare thigh.

"Matt," she warned under her breath, but her legs parted slightly anyway.

His fingers found her quickly, sliding against her slick folds. She bit her lip, forcing herself to stay still. The baby nursed steadily at her breast, and Callie focused on that rhythm as Matt's fingers worked her carefully under the cover of the drape.

He shifted lower, brushing his mouth against her free, leaking nipple. She shivered as he latched on, the sudden pull making milk spray against his tongue. He sucked eagerly, groaning softly against her skin.

Callie's head dropped back against the seat. Her thighs trembled. She clenched her free hand against the bench to anchor herself. Matt’s fingers circled her clit in slow, deliberate strokes, each pass sending sharp pleasure through her core.

Her belly tightened again, a hard, aching knot. She could feel the baby's head pressing even lower, but the sensation blurred under the overwhelming rush building inside her.

Matt’s fingers curled up inside her, stroking that perfect spot with practiced precision. He grinned against her breast when she gasped, her thighs tightening around his wrist. They had been together since they were seventeen, high school sweethearts who had stuck through everything. Now, in their thirties, he still could not believe she was here, swollen and radiant, carrying his sixth child.

The ferry's engine hummed beneath them, blending into the background as Matt worshiped her quietly under the drape. They were leaving behind his family—the people who had treated Callie like a live-in maid while he worked grueling shifts. He had promised her a better life, and now they were finally chasing it, a five-hour ferry ride away to a city that might give them a real chance.

Callie writhed against his hand, her breath catching, her body tightening. Her hips jerked as she came hard, milk spraying from her nipple in hot jets, soaking Matt's mouth and the inside of the drape. She gasped sharply, biting back a whimper as her muscles shook.

"Mmmph," she choked out, her voice catching.

Matt quickly withdrew his hand, sitting back and wiping his mouth discreetly. He kept an arm draped around her shoulders, pretending to adjust the baby.

Matt leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "If we didn't have an audience, I'd bend you over those suitcases and have you right now," he whispered.

Callie let out a breathless laugh, her belly tightening again under his palm. She shifted slightly, feeling the hard roundness of the baby's head pressing down lower than ever. "Mmm..." Her breath hitched. "I think the baby's coming sooner."

Matt stiffened. "Are you sure? Can you... can you hold it?" His eyes darted around the ferry. They still had over four hours left.

She grimaced, shifting in her seat as the pressure intensified. "Not for long," she said, her voice low and strained.

Matt looked around quickly. There were fewer passengers on this mid-morning trip, but still enough to cause concern if they resorted to their "methods of birth." He pressed a lingering kiss just under her ear and whispered, "I'm so hard right now, just thinking about you giving birth again."

Callie chuckled through the beginning of another contraction, her body shifting instinctively. A soft moan slipped from her lips. "Mmmph... the pressure... it's building fast. I think my water's gonna break soon."

She unlatched the now sleeping baby, carefully pulling her top back in place. Matt helped her fold the drape neatly, his fingers moving quickly. Callie adjusted the baby into the sling across her chest, the small weight pressing warmly against her contracting belly.

She slumped against Matt, resting her head on his shoulder. One hand cradled her massive bump, the other braced against the small of her back. Her breathing grew louder, punctuated with "hooo hooo hooo" pants and soft groans.

"We need to get you to the infirmary," Matt whispered urgently.

Callie snorted, half laughing, half panting. "Is there even an infirmary on a ferry like this?"

Matt clicked his tongue playfully and rolled his eyes before bending down to kiss her forehead. "Stay here. I'll ask someone."

He turned to the kids. "Stay put and keep an eye on Mommy," he instructed. "She's about to have your new brother or sister."

Matt jogged off in search of ferry staff. The ferry officer he found—a stout man in a white short-sleeved shirt with epaulets—frowned when Matt asked.

"No infirmary on board. Not for a commuter ferry," the officer said dismissively. "Just stay seated. If it's that bad, we'll radio ahead."

Matt exhaled sharply, frustration knotting his gut. He glanced back toward Callie, who was visibly struggling.

Meanwhile, Callie panted heavily, sweat trickling down her temples. The ferry's rocking wasn't helping; her body instinctively bore down with every sway. She shifted her weight carefully, sneaking a glance around. No one was watching.

Her hand slid down to her aching, bulging pussy. Her fingertips brushed over swollen flesh, feeling the heavy roundness of her water bag pushing against her opening.

"Hoo hoo hoo... haaa... haaa..." she panted, trying to stay quiet.

She tugged the breastfeeding drape over her chest again and pulled a towel from the duffel bag at her feet. She lifted herself up slightly, grimacing as the baby's head pushed harder. Another towel followed, which she laid out quickly over her seat before settling back down with a suppressed moan.

"Mmmphhh... ohh..." she groaned, her body surging with pleasure and pressure all at once.

She loved this part. She loved the heavy tension of being full, stretched, and close to release. She tucked the sleeping baby securely against her chest and adjusted the drape until it covered everything below her waist.

Sliding her hand down beneath the drape, she eased her dress's top down to free her swollen breasts. Milk streamed from her leaking nipples, dripping steadily onto the breast feeding drape and onto the sleeping baby. 

"Oh, I am so close..." she murmured to herself.

With careful fingers, she found her bulging pussy again, gently massaging her overstretched vulva. Her clit was so swollen it throbbed under even the lightest touch.

Callie closed her eyes, a shudder rippling through her as she rubbed slowly, savoring the heightened sensitivity. Every caress sent bolts of pleasure up her spine, her belly tightening harder each time.

Matt returned, slipping back into their little space just as Callie moaned softly under the drape. He caught the telltale movement of her hand beneath the fabric and smirked.

"Starting without me, huh?" he teased under his breath, sliding down onto the bench beside her.

Callie half-chuckled, her body trembling as she let out a long, low moan that she barely managed to keep quiet. "Mmmph... I can feel my waters," she gasped softly, glancing around to make sure no one was looking. "I wish you could break it for me..."

Matt groaned quietly, adjusting the painful hardness in his trousers. He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear. "Come on, baby," he whispered, voice low and rough. "Don't tease me. I'm dying to fuck you dumb and cum inside that birthing pussy like we always do..."

Callie shivered, her hand still rubbing herself slowly, pleasure and pressure mixing together so deliciously she thought she might lose it right there.

A sudden shuffle of steps caught their attention. A woman in a ferry uniform approached, another younger woman trailing behind. The first woman smiled warmly. "We heard you might need some help. There's a nurse onboard—she's a passenger—and we can set you up in the captain's quarters. I can keep an eye on your kids for you."

Relief flooded Callie's face. Matt exhaled and gave Callie's knee a squeeze. He turned to the kids, knelt quickly in front of them. "Alright, guys. Stay right here, listen to the nice lady, and watch your little brother and sisters, okay?"

The kids barely looked up from their screens, nodding absently.

Matt grabbed the towels and both duffel bags stuffed with their birth supplies. Another uniformed staff member motioned for them to follow. The ferry rocked slightly as they walked, Matt supporting Callie as she waddled slowly, one hand on her belly, the other cradling the baby still slung against her.

The captain's quarters were cramped but clean. A single narrow bed sat against one wall, and a compact desk and chair filled the corner. The nurse, a fresh-faced woman who looked barely out of school, greeted them with a nervous smile.

"Hi, I'm Jess. I can help as best I can," she said, her hands fidgeting. "Never actually been at a birth before, but I'm trained."

Callie smiled through a contraction, gripping the overhead pipe. Her face contorted, but not from pain—pure overwhelming pleasure radiated through her. Only Matt knew her well enough to tell the difference.

"Supposed to be a homebirth," Matt explained, pulling out their supplies. "We came prepared."

Jess looked visibly relieved. "Oh, perfect! Let's get the bed ready."

While Matt layered the mattress with waterproof sheets and underpads, Callie grunted softly, her knees bending deeper. Her massive belly tightened hard beneath her dress, making the fabric ride high up her thighs. Milk dripped steadily from her breasts, soaking the front of the sling.

"Oh Matt..." she groaned, forgetting for a moment about Jess being there.

Matt shot her a look, a faint grin tugging his mouth. "Does it hurt, honey?" he asked sweetly.

Callie nodded quickly, biting her lip, trying to suppress her smile.

Jess stepped closer. "Mind if I check how you're doing?"

Callie nodded again, panting hard. "Yeah, go ahead darling, but--"

Jess knelt on one knee in front of her, lifting the hem of Callie's dress carefully. She gasped, eyes wide. "Your water bag... it's right there, bulging through."

Before anything else could happen, Jess stood up quickly. "I'm going to get gloves and some extra supplies. Be right back!"

The door clicked shut.

Callie and Matt exchanged heated glances. Matt turned the lock with a deliberate click.

Then he crossed the small room in two strides, pulling her into him. Their mouths met hard, tongues tangling as Callie clutched at his shirt, their bodies grinding together against the wall, desperate and hungry, the way they always were when life—and birth—swirled so wildly around them.

Matt wasted no time. He kicked off his shoes, peeled off his socks, then shoved down his trousers and briefs, stepping out of them quickly. His cock stood thick and weeping, flushed dark with need.

He helped Callie gently unsling the sleeping baby from her chest, laying him carefully on the captain's narrow bed, surrounded by towels for padding.

Callie shivered, her dress clinging damply to her body. Sweat and milk had soaked the thin fabric. With a gasp, she tugged it over her head, tossing it aside. Her gravid belly jutted gloriously forward, low and heavy, the skin taut and shining.

She grabbed several underpads from the duffel and spread them out swiftly over the floor and the sturdy oak desk.

"How do you want to do it, baby?" Matt rasped, his voice thick.

Callie panted, one hand bracing against the desk. "I want to push my waters back in gently while I ride you on that swivel chair..." she moaned, hips rocking instinctively.

Matt groaned, dragging the chair closer. He sank into it, spreading his legs wide, gripping the arms.

Callie straddled him backwards, her thighs trembling slightly with the effort. She braced herself against the edge of the oak desk, bending forward slightly to accommodate her massive belly. The chair squeaked under their combined weight.

"Fuck, you look so good like this," Matt groaned, running his hands over the broad curve of her belly, stroking reverently. "So full... so ready."

She angled herself and sank down slowly, gasping as his cock pushed against her stretched, soaked entrance. The chair rocked slightly as she adjusted.

"Nnngh... Matt..." she whimpered, lowering herself inch by inch.

"That's it, baby," he growled, leaning forward to kiss her nape, his hands smoothing up her sides. "Ride me... nice and slow... let me feel all of it."

Callie moaned deeply, grinding down onto him. She moved slowly, her hips circling, the swollen head of his cock brushing that perfect spot inside her again and again.

Matt's mouth worshiped every inch he could reach—the curve of her shoulder, the dip of her spine, the damp curls at the nape of her neck.

"Mmm... you’re so fucking tight," he panted, nipping gently at her shoulder.

"Hhhnnghh... Matt... the baby's moving lower... I can feel it..." she groaned, her hands gripping the desk harder.

Matt rubbed her belly with broad, reverent strokes. "That's it, baby. Ride me down... make that big belly bounce for me."

Callie gasped, rocking faster, the heavy roundness of her belly shifting with every bounce, brushing lightly against the desk.

"God, you’re so beautiful," Matt moaned, thrusting up into her, the chair creaking beneath them.

"Mmmph... you feel so good inside... so deep..." she whimpered, her voice breaking into high, desperate pants.

Matt's hands found her breasts, squeezing gently, thumbing her leaking nipples. Milk sprayed against his hands, slick and hot.

"Fuck, you're made for this," he groaned. "Made to carry my babies... birth them right here while you’re creaming all over my cock."

Callie cried out, her back arching as she rode him harder. The desk shuddered under her grip.

"Oh god, Matt... Matt... I’m so close... I’m gonna—"

"Cum for me, baby," he growled against her neck. "Squeeze me while you cum, fill that tight little pussy with my cock."

Callie moaned loudly, biting her lip hard to stifle it. Feeling her clamp down on him, Matt growled low in his throat, gripping her hips with strong hands. He took over, thrusting up into her with steady, deep strokes, matching the tremble of her tightening body. "That's it, baby," he breathed against her back, his voice thick. "Let me feel you... let me carry you through it."

She shuddered violently, the pressure in her pelvis growing unbearable, her swollen pussy grinding down hard against him—and then, with a sudden gush, her waters exploded, soaking Matt's lap and the chair beneath them.

"Aaaahhhhh God! YES!" Callie screamed, throwing her head back, her body locking around him.

"Oooooohhhh!!!" Matt groaned out, his hips jerking up hard as he came fiercely, thick streams of cum spilling into her trembling body, his hands gripping her hips desperately as the chair squealed under the force of their release.

"That's it, baby," he panted. "Cum on me... fuck... you're so fucking good..."

Callie's orgasm rolled through her in heavy, blinding waves. Her moans and gasps echoed off the walls, her hands slamming onto the desk for support.

Matt thrust up harder, riding his own release. With a low, guttural groan, he continued to spill deep inside her, filling her stretched, needy pussy with thick, hot pulses of cum.

"Fuck, baby that's a lot—hhhmmmmm—ooohhh!" Callie says surprised through a contraction. 

They clung to each other, panting, trembling, the chair squeaking as it slowly rocked to a stop. His hands never left her belly, still caressing, still reverent.

"I love you," he whispered against her damp skin.

Callie moaned softly, her body quivering. "I love you too..."

A sharp tightening seized her belly again, even harder than before. She gasped, hips jerking slightly.

Matt cupped her hips, his chest still heaving as he whispered against her back, "Baby, I can feel it... my cock's brushing against our baby's head."

Callie let out a breathless laugh and rested her head back against his neck and shoulder, their bodies still trembling together. She chuckled again through a contraction, her hips instinctively grinding down.

"Mmmph... I need to push," she panted.

Matt began to lift her gently, but she shook her head quickly. "No... I want to try pushing while you're still inside me," she gasped.

His softened cock twitched inside her, already thickening again despite just finishing. Callie began to rock her hips slowly, feeling him stiffen, her body urging her to push as pressure built deep inside her pelvis.

Callie bore down slowly, groaning through clenched teeth as her swollen pussy clenched around Matt’s cock. Her head rested heavily on his shoulder, her hands gripping the edge of the desk in front of them for leverage.

"Nnnnnghhh... oh God... Matt..."

Her hips rolled with instinct, pressure mounting deep in her pelvis. The chair rocked beneath them as she pushed, the intense strain in her voice unmistakable.

Matt cradled her hips, kissing the back of her neck. "That’s it, baby... slow... feel it all... I got you."

"Hoooo... hooo... hooo..." she panted, shaking all over. The pressure surged again.

"Here it comes... again... nnngh..." she moaned, bearing down harder. Her thighs trembled, belly hard and low. Her clit throbbed against the edge of the chair with each slow rock.

Matt rubbed her belly with one hand while the other gripped her thigh, his cock twitching inside her as her walls pulsed with each contraction.

"You feel so full," he groaned, thrusting up shallowly, adding to the pressure. "I can feel the way your pussy swells every time you push... fuck..."

Callie whimpered, hips jerking involuntarily. "It’s so close... the pressure’s so deep..."

She bore down again, harder this time. Her breath hitched as a long groan slipped from her lips. "Hhhhuuuuuuuuhhh... nnngghhh..."

Matt whispered hotly against her back, "Push through it, baby... feel that big head stretching you."

Callie’s legs shook. A fresh rush of amniotic fluid poured over Matt's lap and down the chair. Her fingers clawed the desk.

"It’s stretching... oooohhhhhh... I can feel it... it’s coming..."

She pushed again. The chair creaked loudly. Her pussy bulged visibly around Matt's thick shaft. He groaned, head back, lost in the heat and intensity.

"Nnngghhh! Oh fuck... Matt... oh god... nnngh!"

He held her firmly as her body convulsed again, another massive push driving the baby deeper. Her labia stretched tightly, and Matt’s cock throbbed in response.

"I think... I think it wants to crown... ohhh God..."

"Let me feel it," he growled. He slid a hand down between them, fingers brushing the slick bulge of the baby’s head pushing through, nestled just behind her pussy lips and over his cock. 

"You’re doing it, baby... fuck... the head is right there..." He whimpers, as he continued his shallow thrusts against the baby's head.

Callie let out a deep, desperate groan, her whole body braced. "Hoooo... hooo... ahhhh! That feels so good!"

"Fuck, baby! Aaahhh... YOU feel so good." He insists as he chased his high. 

Another contraction slammed through her. She screamed, raw and loud, and bore down. Her pussy bulged around the emerging head.

Matt groaned as his cock slipped out, just in time. The baby’s massive head surged forward with a wet squelch.

"FUCK!" he grunted, his cock twitching hard. Cum shot across her ass, splashing over her skin and dribbling down to the baby's neck.

Callie gasped, shivering. "Mmmfff... is it out?"

"Yeah, great job, baby." He says, rubbing the swell of her ass lovingly. 

Matt leaned forward, breathless. His fingers carefully traced around the baby’s head. His heart skipped.

"Shit... there's a cord... hold on, baby. Stop pushing."

Callie whimpered, legs shaking. "I... I can’t..."

"Come on now, baby, just hold on a bit... we need to get this cord off." 

"Hooo hooo hooo hooo," she panted, trying to resist the urge.

Matt worked quickly, but the cord was snug. "Just... one second... don’t push yet."

Callie grunted, her hips trembling as she braced harder on the desk, panting desperately.

"Hooo... hoo hoo... ahhh... hooo..." Callie sobbed, biting her lower lip so hard it trembled. Her hands gripped the desk until her knuckles blanched. "Matt, please... I can feel the next contraction coming hooo hooo... it’s right there..."

Her whole body quivered as another ripple of pressure teased through her pelvis. Her thighs shook, fluids trickling steadily down her legs. She tried to lift one heel slightly to ease the burn.

"There we go... got it, baby," Matt said, voice tight with focus as he slipped two fingers between the baby's neck and the cord. "Just a little more... fuck, it's tight... almost there... okay... okay... it's coming loose... hang on, sweetheart... I've almost got it..."

"Hoooo... ahhh... oooohhhh please... hurry, baby... I can’t... hold it much longer..." she wailed, her voice catching at the edge of sobs and gasps. Her back arched, her belly spasming hard as she tried everything she could to resist bearing down again.

Matt's fingers worked desperately, sweat dripping down his temple. "I’ve almost got it, baby... just another second... almost there..."

With one hand still working the cord, he brought the other to her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles, coaxing her to breathe, to stay steady. "You’re doing so good," he murmured, his voice tight and low. He alternated between stroking her belly, brushing the fullness of her leaking breast, and slipping back down to rub her swollen clit. "Come on, baby, just breathe through it. I’ve got you... I’ve got both of you..."

With a final twist and tug, Matt slipped the tight cord free from around the baby's neck, exhaling in sharp relief. "Okay, baby, next contraction... push."

Callie was already bracing herself, eyes wide and panting. "Hooo... hooo..."

"Nice and slo—"

She pushed before he finished the word, her whole body surging forward with the effort. "NNNNNGHHHH!"

A wet, explosive gush burst between her thighs as the baby’s shoulders and chest shot free. Fluids sprayed against Matt's chest and dribbled down over his lap. Her pussy was stretched impossibly wide, quivering and trembling, struggling to contain the sheer size of what had just passed.

"Oh fuck!" Matt gasped, trying to steady her. "That was... Jesus, baby..."

The sight of her pussy still stretched to its absolute limit, lips trembling around their baby's massive chest, made Matt hard all over again. His cock swelled quickly as he positioned himself behind her, gently nudging the slick head against her puckered back entrance.

Callie laughed breathlessly mid-push, head bowed against her arms on the desk. "You really can't help yourself, huh?"

"Not when you're like this... God, you're perfect," Matt growled.

She gave a strained chuckle through her panting. "Stick it in, baby... I’ll hold the stretch."

Matt grunted as he pressed into her tight hole, her ass opening slowly around him. Her whole body tensed, but her moan was thick with pleasure.

"Ooooh... fuck... yes..." Callie gasped.

Matt held onto her hips, his other hand returning to her belly and then down to her clit, rubbing in slow, precise circles.

Callie whimpered as she pushed again. "Nnnnghh... oh God... it's so much... I love it..."

Matt thrust gently, shallow strokes as she bore down around the massive baby and his cock. Her body convulsed with effort and arousal.

"That’s it... that’s it... come on, baby... ride the push..."

Callie cried out, her legs shaking. "I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum... Matt...!"

She screamed through clenched teeth as a gush of fluid and slick warmth sprayed beneath them—a mix of her orgasm and the remaining amniotic fluid. Her pussy clenched hard, and the rest of the baby slipped free into Matt’s waiting hands.

He caught the huge, wet newborn carefully, still deep inside her ass, guiding the slippery weight upward to Callie's waiting hands.

Matt's breath was ragged as he whispered, "You did it, baby... look at our big one..."

Callie collapsed slowly against him, letting her weight fall into his chest. His cock still rested deep in her ass, twitching occasionally as her body trembled in aftershocks. She adjusted the newborn against her chest, guiding the baby toward her breast. As soon as the tiny mouth latched, her body softened even more, a deep, shaky exhale escaping her lips.

Matt kissed her shoulder, still holding her close. "You okay, mama?"

"Better than okay," she murmured, her voice warm and thick with satisfaction. "I feel amazing."

Her belly, while still heavy but slightly deflated, shifted gently with each breath. Matt ran his hand over it reverently, then slid it up to cup her breast as the baby suckled. He grinned, breath catching.

"You still feel so full... even after that."

Callie chuckled, nuzzling his cheek. "You still inside me?"

"Still hard inside you," he said with a smug smile. "Think I could stay like this forever."

She sighed in contentment. "I don’t think I’m letting you pull out anytime soon."

Callie moaned softly as her body relaxed into Matt’s, her newborn nursing peacefully at her breast. But then her breath hitched again. Her belly, still huge despite the delivery, visibly tightened beneath Matt's hand.

He looked down, brows drawing together. "Is that the afterbirth already?"

She shook her head slowly. "No..."

Matt blinked, feeling the shift deep in her body, his cock still lodged in her ass. His eyes widened. "Wait... was that...?"

They both said it at the same time: "Uh oh."

A beat of stunned silence passed. Then they both laughed softly.

"That’s another head... hoo hoo oh yeah,. that's another heeeeeaaaaddd—haaa...," Callie panted, brows furrowed in disbelief, pleasure still tingling through her thighs.

Matt rubbed her firm, contracting belly, awe in his voice. "It feels just as massive as the first one..."

Callie moaned through a deep breath as the baby at her breast suckled sleepily. Her hips rocked slightly, grinding back against him. His cock, still buried in her tight ass, twitched with interest.

"You okay?" he asked, kissing her neck.

She chuckled, the sound husky. "Better than. Keep rocking, baby."

Matt started a slow rhythm, shallow thrusts upward as Callie rolled her hips down in sync. The chair squeaked faintly beneath them.

"Mmmph..." she sighed, head leaning back into his shoulder. "That’s it... keep going..."

His hand slid up her belly, fingers spreading over the taut curve. With every movement, they felt the descending baby shift and grind forward. He reached around with his free hand, brushing her swollen clit.

She whimpered, the sensation overwhelming. "Oooohhh Matt... that’s so fucking good..."

The rhythm stayed slow, purposeful. Each time she bore down slightly, his cock rubbed against her inner wall, sending shocks of pleasure that danced alongside the pressure of the second baby descending.

"You’re amazing," he whispered, licking a long, slow trail along her spine. "Taking all of me... again... while you’re still stretched from the first."

Callie rocked harder. "I want to feel it all. Don’t stop."

His hand returned to her clit, circling with a slick precision that made her moan louder. Her hips started to tremble, the contraction taking over her body with slow, grinding force.

"Haaa... hoo hoo hoo..." Callie panted, her back arching against him. Matt thrust up gently, his cock dragging along her sensitive inner walls, slow and deliberate.

"That's it, baby," he whispered thickly, pressing kisses against her sweaty nape. "Pant it out for me... fuck, you're so tight around me."

Her free breast, heavy and leaking, sprayed in tiny arcs with each shuddering breath while the newborn latched tighter on the other side, sucking rhythmically.

"Nnnnghh... Mmmph... Matt..." Callie whimpered, her body riding the edge of pain and pleasure.

"You feel that head stretching you, baby?" he murmured, grinding up into her steadily. "Fuck, I can feel it, too... right there..."

"Ohhh... yesss..." she groaned, hips rocking down to meet his shallow thrusts. "I'm crowning... oh God, I'm crowning so slow..."

Matt’s fingers teased her clit with slow, delicious circles, never rushing her, coaxing more desperate sounds from her lips.

"Hoooo hooo... haaaa..." she panted, bearing down carefully, the head slowly edging forward, splitting her open achingly slow. She sobbed out a moan when Matt sucked at her shoulder, murmuring praises into her skin.

"You’re doing so fucking good, baby," he growled, grinding deeper, his cock thick and throbbing with need against her spasming body.

The heavy crown pulsed at her entrance, her free breast dripping milk over the chair and his thighs as she fought to control each push, each shallow rock of her hips.

"Mmmmphh... Matt... more... please..."

"Fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry while you birth this huge baby," he groaned, rubbing her belly possessively as they moved together, slow and filthy, while she panted the baby’s head into view.

Callie's free hand instinctively moved down to cup the bulging head as it edged out, her fingers trembling with effort and pleasure. Matt thrust up into her shallowly, whining softly against her skin, overwhelmed by the tightness and heat.

Suddenly, a firm rap sounded on the door.

"You two doing okay in there?" came the nurse's voice, muffled but worried.

Callie continued panting heavily, focusing on the crown. Matt barely glanced at the door, yelling back, "We're good! Just... we've got another baby! A surprise twin! We’ve got it from here!"

There was a long pause, then the faint sound of the nurse's whispered, "Thank God!" as her footsteps retreated.

But as she passed the round window in the door, she couldn't help peeking through the small slit in the curtain. What she saw made her cheeks burn hot—Matt and Callie, mid-birth, mid-fuck, their bodies locked together, heads thrown back, mouths open in matching expressions of raw, unfiltered pleasure, their newborn nursing blissfully at Callie's leaking breast.

The nurse, cheeks flaming, hesitated for a moment at the door. Then, unable to resist, she pulled out her phone and quietly filmed through the small slit in the curtain, capturing the unfiltered, primal beauty of the moment.

Inside the captain's quarters, Callie groaned deeply, the weight of the massive head stretching her wider with each pant. Matt rocked up into her slowly, his cock twitching in her ass, a constant, maddening pressure that kept her teetering between pleasure and overwhelming fullness.

"Mmmm... ahhh... Matt..." she panted, her voice thick and raw. "So big..."

Matt’s hands never left her belly, running reverently over the taut, trembling surface. He kissed her shoulder, moaning helplessly into her sweat-slicked skin. "You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. So full for me."

The newborn continued to nurse hungrily at her breast, pulling fast and hard, while Callie's free breast sprayed thin arcs of milk over her massive belly, down to her thighs, into Matt’s thighs and the soaked chair below.

Callie's hand stayed pressed against the crowning head, feeling it slip a little further with every shuddering, panting breath.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo...ooooohhh yeaaah..." she whimpered, hips jerking slightly.

Matt’s cock thrust up into her rhythmically, each movement accompanied by desperate, sloppy sounds from both of them.

"Fuck, baby, you’re milking me..." Matt groaned, grinding deeper into her tight heat.

Callie whimpered brokenly. "Don’t stop... please, don’t stop..."

The crown slowly, achingly edged out. Her pussy strained and wept around the massive head, fluids leaking down in steady streams.

"Nnnnnghhh... mmmph..." she cried out, her hand feeling the slickness around the emerging skull.

Matt bent forward, his mouth hot and desperate on her neck. "Push, baby... ease it out for me... fuck, you’re perfect."

Callie bore down again, her whole body trembling. The head inched out more, the stretching making her sob and moan.

"Haaa... hooo hooo hooo..." she panted, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Matt's hands caressed her belly lovingly, massaging it with slow, reverent strokes. His other hand slipped between her legs to rub her clit again, coaxing more pleasure from her laboring body.

"Cum for me, baby... cum while you birth our baby..."

Callie's back arched tight against his chest, her mouth open in a silent scream. Her pussy clenched down hard, and she squirted violently, a gush of cum and fluid spraying over Matt's lap and the floor.

The head crowned fully, the widest part slipping past her battered entrance with a wet, heavy squelch.

"Haaaaaaaahhhhh YEEEEESSS!" She moaned loudly and lewdly. 

"Fuuuuck..." Matt groaned, thrusting up harder now, unable to hold back.

"Nnnngh! Matt! Mmmmmmphh!" Callie cried out, shaking all over.

Her body shuddered uncontrollably, and with a few more rocking pushes and loud, desperate moans, the baby's torso started to slip free, more fluid leaking out in hot gushes with each inch of progress.

"That's it, baby," Matt gasped against her ear. "Push it out... fuck, you’re incredible..."

The thick, wet squelching sounds of the baby sliding free filled the room, punctuated by Callie's high, breathless cries and Matt's guttural, desperate groans.

"Hnnnnghhh! Ahhh! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!" Callie gasped, her hips rocking against him uncontrollably.

"Fuuuck, baby... oh God... just like that..." Matt moaned, his voice cracking with the effort to hold back.

The chair creaked and squealed beneath them, matching the rhythm of their panting, grinding bodies.

"Haaaaa... hooo... hooo... oooohhhhhh fuuuuck..." Callie whimpered, her entire body trembling.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, yes baby, squeeze me, stretch around it, goddamn..." Matt hissed, burying his face into her damp shoulder as the baby's shoulders began to ease through, accompanied by more gushes and slippery sounds, filling the small room with their raw, messy ecstasy.

Callie’s body locked up, trembling violently. She cried out, her pussy clenching around the massive head and shoulders still slipping free. "Matt! Matt! I'm cumming!" she sobbed, grinding down hard.

Matt let out a strangled groan, thrusting up deep one final time before his cock spasmed inside her, pumping his release into her ass.

Their cries blended into a single, shuddering climax, Callie squirting hard again, soaking both of them and the chair below.

Still gasping, Callie leaned forward instinctively, reaching down to support the huge, slippery baby as it slid free into her arms. She guided the newborn up to her free breast, where it latched almost instantly, joining its sibling nursing greedily.

They stayed there, breathing heavily in the thick, humid air of the captain's cabin, Matt still buried deep inside her, his arms wrapped tight around her trembling body.

Moments later, Callie felt another pressure wave. "Hhhhnngh... need to push again..."

Matt's hand found the cords trailing from between her thighs, giving a gentle, careful pull as Callie bore down, gasping.

"Mmmmmmphh!" she moaned, squirting again as the afterbirth slipped free, leaving her shaking with the overwhelming pleasure.

She collapsed back against Matt's chest, utterly spent, nursing both their new babies, her body heaving with deep, satisfied pants. Matt kissed her shoulder, then the back of her neck, whispering low praises, neither of them moving from the tangle of sweaty limbs and raw satisfaction they had become.

The nurse's recording hand trembled slightly outside the door, unable to tear her eyes from the raw, overwhelming spectacle unfolding through the slit in the curtain.

The nurse stood frozen outside the door, her phone trembling in her hand. She had meant to deliver towels and blankets, but instead, she stood there capturing every second of the raw, primal scene. Her heart pounded in her ears as she finally dropped the towels, unable to focus on anything else.

She clutched her phone tightly and hurried down the corridor, her shoes squeaking against the ferry floor. She darted into the small bathroom at the far end, locking the door behind her with shaking hands.

With a deep breath, she slid her phone out and propped it against the small counter, angling it perfectly toward the toilet. She pulled her air pods from her pocket and jammed them into her ears, heart racing as she replayed the video.

Callie's guttural moans and Matt's deep, broken groans filled her head, making her knees weak. The nurse lifted the hem of her skirt, her trembling hand already sliding between her thighs.

She rubbed herself frantically, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants. The cramped bathroom, the rocking ferry, the small screen showing Callie crowned and nursing—it overwhelmed her senses.

A sharp, feral need gripped her. She paused, an idea flashing across her lust-fogged mind. She wanted to feel like that, too.

Heart hammering, she paused the video, grabbed one of the heavy blankets she'd dropped. She stuffed it with the towels under her dress, bulking it out around her middle until she looked heavily, achingly pregnant. She tied the corners tight at her back to keep the makeshift "belly" in place.

The weight of it pressed against her thighs, awkward and perfect. Angled perfectly to put just enough pressure on her mound. 

She sat down heavily on the toilet, propping her legs up against the counter, cramped and breathless, positioning herself exactly like she imagined Callie had been moments earlier.

She tapped on her airpods and the video played on loop in front of her—Matt thrusting up into Callie, her huge belly quivering, both of them crying out in pleasure as the baby's head crowned.

The nurse slid two fingers inside herself, moaning brokenly. Her other hand roamed up to caress the fake belly, pretending to feel a contraction building.

"Hoo hoo hoo... ahhh..." she whispered to herself, mimicking the sounds Callie made, lost in her fantasy.

She worked her clit in tight, fast circles, pretending she could feel a baby's head bearing down through her. Her body shook as she imagined herself bulging, stretching, nursing her own newborn while another crowned between her thighs.

She panted harder, eyes locked on the video as Callie screamed and the head finally slipped free.

"Nnnnghh... oh fuuuuck..." the nurse gasped, her fingers thrusting faster, her hips jerking uncontrollably.

When Matt caught the baby and Callie slumped against him, the nurse cried out softly, climaxing hard, her body convulsing against the fake pregnant mound she had created.

She slumped back, gasping, still trembling, her thighs soaked with arousal, the video still playing in front of her.

The nurse spent several minutes alone in the cramped bathroom, trying to calm her racing heart. Her thighs were sticky and trembling, her fake "pregnant" belly sagging awkwardly under her dress now that her frenzy had subsided. She finally wiped herself clean, bundled the damp towels back into her arms, and hurried barefoot down the narrow corridor, cheeks still flushed and hands unsteady.

When she returned to the captain’s quarters, she found the door slightly ajar. She pushed it open quietly and peeked inside.

Callie was perched on the side of the captain’s bed, now dressed in a fresh, loose linen dress. Her hair clung damply to her forehead, and she looked exhausted but serene, breastfeeding the one-year-old she had strapped against her chest. The newborn twins lay sleeping peacefully beside her on the bed, swaddled tightly in spare blankets.

Matt was standing nearby, wearing his trousers and shirt again but barefoot, his shoes and socks sitting forgotten by the desk. He was carefully folding the remaining underpads and bundling their used towels into a laundry bag.

The nurse swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus. She quickly moved into the room, murmuring that she could help, unable to meet either of their eyes.

"I can... fetch your kids if you’d like," she offered a little too quickly, the words stumbling from her mouth. Her hands shook as she gathered up the rest of the supplies, avoiding looking at Matt’s bare feet or Callie’s still-rounded, postpartum belly.

Matt gave her a grateful nod, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his arm. "Thank you," he said warmly. "They’re probably climbing the walls by now."

The nurse mumbled something incoherent and backed out of the room with the laundry in her arms. Once outside, she leaned against the wall and exhaled shakily before making her way to the children’s play area.

Later, when the ferry finally docked, the staff arranged for Callie and the twins to be transported straight to the hospital. Her parents, who had driven ahead to meet them, took the older kids under their care, cooing over the news of the twins while promising to meet their new siblings soon.

At the hospital, Callie was tucked into a wide, comfortable bed with both newborns resting against her chest. Matt sat by her side, holding her hand, his thumb rubbing slow, soothing circles across her knuckles.

"You know," Matt said after a long, quiet moment, his voice low and thick with emotion, "I can’t stop thinking about it. About today. About you. I want more."

Callie chuckled, still a little breathless from the last few hours. "You’re insane," she whispered, laughing again when Matt grinned sheepishly.

"I mean it," he said. "God, Callie... seeing you like that. Feeling you like that. There’s nothing hotter on this planet."

She rolled her eyes fondly, but her heart melted in her chest. She shifted the babies gently against her, feeling the stretch marks on her still-heavy belly, the lingering ache between her legs.

"You want more, huh?" she teased. "Maybe next time we make a show of it…. More public."

Matt leaned over and pressed his forehead to hers. "Absolutely," he whispered. "Let the whole damn world see how perfect you are and how beautiful you are crowning and cumming…."

They both laughed quietly…

They stayed like that for a while, grinning against each other’s skin, while the twins nursed contentedly in the dim light of the hospital room.

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[push4me]

Birth Quickie 7: Car

(Content Warning: Gaslighting, Lying, unwanted baby)

I was so lucky.

I looked at my best friend as he watched me closely, his leg bouncing, anxious. I saw the phone in his hand, and it felt so ominous. I knew what was on the screen. The timer.

The one counting down to the inevitable. I was so scared, so overwhelmed, but I also was ready to be done. One little one night stand. I could swear he had used a condom, I still didn't know how this could have happened. I hadn't wanted… this. Wanted a baby from some complete stranger swelling my belly, changing my life.

I never got used to the stares. People trying to figure out if I was really pregnant. Then realizing I was and just not looking away. Eyes roaming me. I felt so exposed, like I was naked all the time. My sexuality on display for everyone to enjoy, even if I didn't want it to be. A neon sign hanging heavily off my belly that said “will put out if drunk enough!”

But my friend was there for me through it all. He was so sweet and kind. Waiting on my hand and foot. Getting me my craving foods, holding me when I had a panic attack or broke down. I don't know what I would have done without him, his love and support. He was never even weird about it, only briefly touching my belly when I told him to, to feel a kick or just how firm it was.

“Mmm… I think it's another one…” I said, wincing. It was getting stronger. I knew they were getting closer. But I couldn't bear the countdown. I trusted my friend to tell me when it was time to go. We agreed we’d wait until contractions were down to seven or so minutes apart. Last time I’d checked I was down to fifteen, but I knew I’d progressed since then.

I breathed. In through my nose, out through my mouth. It was starting to feel really intense. The pressure inside spiking as-

“Oh!” I felt a deep internal pop, something letting loose. I felt fluid running out of me. Before I knew it I was sitting in a puddle of my waters, the contractions ending.

Carefully, I stood up. “Do we, uhm… have time for me to take a shower?” My bestie looked at his phone. He was quiet a moment, considering, a few different expressions crossing his face. The. “Yea! Yea, that should be ok. Plenty of time. I'll sit right by the door to keep timing contractions.”

The warm water felt so nice on my straining body. I could feel the tension easing a bit. It was so nice to just brace myself against the wall, letting the weight of my belly hang down… breathing steadily, meditatively…

My focus was broken by a spike of pressure, a cramp strong enough that I gasped, gritted my teeth. I held my belly and it was rock hard, squeezing down so much. I could feel the stranger’s baby inside me, the cushioning of the fluid gone, its body pressing against me inside.

“I heard!” My friend called from outside the door. I rocked my hips back and forth, holding my bump, trying to make myself stay calm. It didn't matter how I felt about it, panicking wasn’t going to help anybody.

Finally, it released. I blinked back tears and asked “How close?” A beat of quiet, then “You still have plenty of time!”

I nodded, relieved. The water just felt so good. Even when the cramps came, squeezing so harshly, the pressure getting worse and worse down low, making me groan and pant, the heat drumming over me made it easier to bear.

I lost track of time. Riding through each interaction, knowing how close I was to finally getting this baby out of my body, to starting to get my life back, it helped take the edge off how much this hurt, how scared I was of giving birth. I was so looking forward to the epidural numbing me to the worst of it, if this is how bad it was getting before our cutoff point.

Every time, I checked in with my friend. Each time, he said we had plenty of time, that the contractions were plenty far apart, that I shouldn't rush, let my body take its time. His voice was strained, but I couldn't blame him. He was hearing his close friend panting and grunting and moaning her way into deeper and deeper labor with a baby he knew I didn't want. Of course he was anxious and worried.

I finally climbed out of the shower, only for another powerful cramp to drive the head against my cervix, hard. I groaned, whimpered at the sheer force of the sensation. “How close was that one?!” I asked, blinking back tears. It had to be almost time to go. It HAD to, everything felt so low, so intense.

“It’s still building up! I know it's a lot, but you have to stay calm. Going into labor takes time. I shook my head. “No way… how long was I in the shower for?! If felt like they were getting so close in there…” again, quiet for a moment, then “Oh, a while. I can't remember exactly when you went in, but it's been, like, an hour. At least.”

That felt off… I felt like I’d gone about as fast as I could between contractions… but I guess I was wrong? It was so hard to remember now, everything just felt like-

“NGH! Ah, a-another… Hooo, it's bad it’s bad, so much pressure, I feel so open… Hard to… talk… Wait, I… could swear the last one…” my friend opened the door. Stroked my back gently, tenderly, and my body responded, leaning into him. So many frantic thoughts melted away. “It’s ok…” he said, voice low, gentle, reassuring. “It's so easy to lose track and panic of how far apart contractions are. Just breathe. You’ve got me here for a reason, right? You’re gonna be ok. We’ll make sure you get to the hospital in time.”

I nodded. Breathed, as the contractions faded. My friend kept rubbing my back, and I guess I say there longer than I thought, because before I knew it my belly was getting hard, firm, and I was groaning out “they feel so close now! They feel so close, oh god it hurts so bad!”

The poor guy was breathing really heavy. It must have been so hard to see me in this sorry state. I appreciated his bravery, how calm and collected he was.

“Ok… tell you what. It's still a little early. But we can go to the hospital now, just to be safe. You get dressed, I’ll get the bag we packed, ok?” I nodded, as the contraction ended. “O-ok… thank you… for being here with me.” My friend nodded at me, smiling warmly, then left the bathroom.

Getting dressed was easier said than done. I must have been moving really slowly, because it felt like the contractions were getting unbearably close. I pulled on my panties, contraction. I pulled up my clean sweats, contraction. I pulled a shirt over my body, contraction. Each feeling stronger than the last, each leaving me feeling more vulnerable, more overwhelmed, more desperate to have this done. It felt like the baby could just fall out of me now, though I knew it wouldn't be so easy.

But each time, a chipper voice, along with fabric rustling, came from outside “no worries yet! Contractions are holding pretty steady!” It didn’t FEEL steady, it felt like this little accident could come any second. But I trusted him. I had to.

I waddled out of the bathroom, leaning on a wall. I could barely close my legs, my body was begging for me to be open, to settle in and let this bastard come, but I knew I probably had hours to go still. My friend was digging through the closet. “I’m having a hard time finding it. Just go wait in the car, I’ll be out in a sec!”

Slowly, gingerly, I made my way to the door. I had to stop once on the way there, feeling the pressure throb down, the pain driving the breath out of me. “Fuck fuck… is it supposed to hurt this much this early?! It's just so… so intense…” I vaugely heard “It can be, yea! Trust me, you’ll know when it's serious!”

Blinking back tears, I muttered, “it feels serious now… I don't know what more serious would feel like…” but the contraction ended. I got out the door, and before I could get into the passenger seat, I braced myself against the car, whimpering through another cramp. They had to be seven minutes now, right?! They had to be… this couldn't possibly be too early, am I moving that slow?

I climbed into the car, holding my belly. My leg kept bouncing, I was full of nervous energy, the pressure was echoing out through my arms, my legs. Every inch of me centered on this baby I never meant to have. I hadn't ever felt more pregnant, more burdened and helpless.

The labor pains didn't stop. Each time, I felt the head more solidly in my cervix. I tried to time them myself, but my count was all wrong. The numbers got all jumbled as the cramp came over me, and by the time I finished groaning and panting through it, I couldn't remember where I’d ended at. But I don't think I’d gotten much further than a count of one hundred between them. That had to be wrong though. That's so close, too close, like about to start actively having this baby any second now close.

Another. And release. “Where is he… how hard is it to find this bag?!” I growled, breathing heavily, sweat soaking into my clothes. I just felt so warm, so overwhelmed. “I can't do this… it feels like my butt is about to split open… it's just too much! NGGGHHH!!!”

Again. Squeezing down mercilessly. I hadn't even hit one hundred that time, I think? Maybe? Pressure was echoing all through my lower half, I could barely think…

The car door opened. The bag got tossed in the back, and my friend got into the driver's seat. “How’s it coming? You ok?” He asked, and he was blushing, smiling at me, breathing hard. He must have been going so fast.

“C-contractions… lotta contractions…” I managed to force out. My eyes didn't want to focus, and his voice sounded strange, far away. My body was all focusing in. It didn't want to have to deal with anything else unless I forced it to. Unfortunately for it, I needed to force it to.

“How many?” He asked, voice trembling. Fuck. I hadn't been counting. “uhm… like… s-seven? Or six? Something… it's so hard to remember now. It's just… mngh… whatever number… here is… another!”

My roommate watched me. “How bad is it?” He asked, and I managed to grunt “I can't do it! I can’t have this baby it's too big, too much! So much pressure! In my back, my… my everything! Just pressure!” He bit his lip. “Very bad then… very bad… poor thing…”

As the contractions ended, I looked up at him. “H-how… close… are they? S-seven minutes? Yet?” I panted, struggling to do anything but gulp in air. He nodded slowly. “Yea. You still have hours to go, so don't worry. Just… keep me updated on how everything feels, ok? No matter how big or small.”

I nodded. I was so glad he was here. It was such a relief. “It’s… pressing… I feel so open now. All the way open, I don't… know how much more the baby needs…” The cat started, and we pulled out of the driveway. “It needs so much.” He said, and his words were husky, intense. “So much from you. It needs you to be so brave and strong for it. You're doing so good.”

The words hurt and helped all at once. The movement of the car impacting my body. I felt it ramping up. “Another… another coming!” “Good… good, just like that… sooo close now… so close…” his voice had a tone to it… low… needy… but I didn't have time to think about it. My leg bounced hard, as I tried to breathe, wet whimpers escaping from me. “Nghhh… the pressure… it's… different… scary… wanna… I don't know…” I grunted, a harsh, gutteral sound.

My whole body felt so tense. It knew something important was happening. Wanted me to give into something… my friend all but moaned “Your body knows what it needs… listen to it. Don't fight it, this is natural.”

I did as he said the moment he said it. I hadn't realized I was tensing up, fighting what my body needed. The sensation clarified into a low, low pressure inside, throbbing through me. It needed out. Like I needed to use the bathroom or something. At this point, if I had an accident, I had an accident. I gave in utterly. Letting my muscles give into the pressure. Urging it down.

My eyes went wide. It was moving. “Moving! Down! Birth canal!” I managed, before my body gave over completely to an uncontrolled push. “Ngh yesss… good good… push, push for me… good, just like that… let his bastard come out of you… don't fight it…”

I didn't. I couldn't. It hurt so badly, but I let it come. “Thought I had… time!” I forced between my teeth as I bore down. “How is it… coming so fast?” I tried to say more, but I couldn't. A head was filling me up. His baby was really coming, I couldn't stop pushing even though I desperately wanted to.

The contraction ebbed away, and I fell back, panting. “It's so hard… I can't do this, I can't have some strangers baby… how far away is the hospital? I don't want to feel this thing come out of me!” My friend shook his head. “Far. And there might be traffic.

We hit a red light, and he looked at me. His eyes trailing over me. “You’re really having it… right now… it's coming here in the car… you look so amazing…” I felt frustration rising. “Thanks, I guess? Look at the road, not me! I don't want to do this here in the passenger seat, I… urgh… N-need to… get to… the hospital! Oh GOOODDD!!! My leg began to bounce rapidly again as I gripped the sides of the seat. I told myself not to push, told myself not to give in, but it was useless. I needed to. I couldn't stop myself, I bore down with absolutely everything I had.

My body rewarded me, after a few moments, with the feeling of my crotch starting to bulge. There was a horrific pressure just behind my lips. “Can’t… stop it… don't wanna… have it here… need to get epidural… how f-far?” I panted, as the contractions ended. It ached so badly down there. I had never felt more full in my life, vividly aware of how low the baby was, on the cusp of starting to come out of me.

God. I was having a baby. I was giving birth. This was really happening, right here and now. I could feel a baby inside my vagina, opening my body, coming out. My body was just forcing me to do this thing that seemed so impossible, but that so many other women through history had done.

The enormity of it, the inevitability, crashed into me, made me start crying. This was really happening. It didn't matter how I felt about it, if I wanted it. I could feel that I was going to push on the next contraction. I could feel that this baby coming was inevitable, and getting closer by the second, as it had been doing since that one night stand gone wrong. As it had been doing since I’d been born. Everything I’d ever done leading me to this moment. Here. Now.

My friend was looking at me again. Eyes wide, almost like he could see my thoughts, awestruck by the state I was in, how powerful yet violating what was happening to me was. “You’re so amazing…” he all but whispered. “How far down is it?”

Swallowing, tears running down my face, I managed “I can… feel it bulging… I think it's gonna come out really soon…” and he bit his lip. “It feels so intense, doesn't it? Hurting so bad?” I nodded, panting, and as I did, I saw the rest of his body. I could see the erection tenting his pants. But that… he didn't….

He started driving again, constantly glancing at me. “You don't want it to come here, huh? Natural. Desperate. Out of control and overwhelming… gods. Give a biiig push next one… Don't hold back… let it come out, no matter how bad you don't want it to…”

I could already feel the tension building. “No-no, I… the hospital-” “We’re not making it to the hospital.” He said, as he kept going. “It's too low, we have too far. It's coming. We’re gonna do this, just you and me.”

Shaking my head, I pleaded “You have to go faster, have to NGGGHHH!!!” Another agonized grunt exploded from me, the contraction so painful. I couldn't fight it. I pushed with all my might, giving in completely.

I could feel it. I could feel myself crowning. It burned so bad, the head opening me so wide. I could feel my panties pressing back against it. I knew my sweatpants were bulging, and my friend looked down at me. The man I trusted with everything, trusted to help me have this baby, let out a moan. “Fffuckkk I see it… I see it crowning… your panties are stretching around it… It was so worth it, you’re so beautiful right now… his baby is coming, push for me babe, push push push…”

The words drove into me and I obeyed, even as I sobbed a guttural “NNNOOO!!!” It just kept coming. My lips were pulled wider around it as the guy I trusted panted “yes… yes… big push…” while staring at me, only glancing at the road. I stopped, contraction ended, exhausted.

It was so hard… so unfair… I shouldn't have to do this, I’m meant to be numb and drugged up and doing this while barely aware of it. Not here, feeling every tiny bit of it, desperate and scared…

He reached over. Cupped my crotch, another sound of barely suppressed sexuality escaping him. “Ohhh I feel the head… it's almost here… you’re such a good mommy, letting your baby come… it was so worth it, its even better than I hoped…”

“What… was worth it…” I asked, barely able to think about anything but the burning between my legs, the pressure inside me. “Lying about your labor.” He answered, smiling. “You were ready to go when your waters broke… before, even… but you never questioned it… let me convince you, even as contractions were five minutes apart, then less, less…

“I lied about the bag too, I knew where it was already. I wanted this, exactly this to happen. I was so excited when I got back. They were two to one minute apart then. I knew we were never making it… knew you were gonna open your legs for me and push your little bastard out of you, just like this… unmedicated, unassisted, natural and perfect and completely out of your control, just how it should be…”

I was horrified. Disgusted. I hadn't known. I didn't even know this kind of stuff turned him on! “You’re… you’re a… MNPH!!!” He smiled, rubbed my belly. “It doesn't matter what I am… because you’re a mommy. And you’re having your baby. You can't stop it… push for me. Push it out, let it come… birth it right into your panties…”

The head strained against the fabric. I tried not to push, but it was useless. He was right. I couldn't make it stop. I have to read the jerk who knocked me up, had to give my former friend everything he wanted. I had to give birth right now, as he watched and indulged. I even saw his hand slip under his pants, he was touching himself to this.

Meanwhile, under my pants, things were progressing. The head slipped fully out of me, I could feel my underwear pull itself down my hips, the force of the baby too strong to be stopped or denied. I wasn't done yet, though.

I thought the contractions would end after the fluids had burst out of me, soaking everything between my legs and the car seat. But no. The baby rotated inside me as I continued to push, wailing in reluctant agony, completely prepared for how much this would hurt. The shoulders bulged forward, a bit at a time, held in place by my panties and sweatpants…

Then I got lucky. The wetness inside and my bearing down made the head shift to the side. One shoulder popped free, then the other. The whole thing slid into the leg of my shorts, a noticeable wet bulge in the fabric that immediately began to move, as I sagged back, exhausted, ashamed, feeling used.

I didn't pick it up. I couldn't bring myself to, even as my chest aches and began to leak while the baby cried, still attached to me through the cord.

The man I trusted with this terrifying process grunted, leaned over the wheel, clearly orgasming even as he kept driving. I finally looked around, realizing we’d be at the hospital soon. If he’d driven faster, or we’d left sooner…

But we didn’t. This was his plan. Had probably been since I told him I was pregnant. I couldn't stop it. From the moment I agreed to sleep with that stranger, this was going to be how it ended up.

Fate wouldn't be denied…

[push4me]

Imagine: Home Alone

He won't be home from work for hours. 

You've been trying to keep your mind off the contractions that have been escalating throughout the day. Doing chores as well as you can manage around your massive belly. Your twins are due any day now, and it feels like today will be the day. You stop wherever you are and groan with another contraction, your knees parted from the pressure building between your hips.

Breathe, breathe. Pant if you need to. Your husband won't be home for hours, just breathe and get through it. Your belly and breasts are so heavy, a walking image of a successful breeding. Right now they're heaving with your breaths.

You feel your bump tightening beneath your clothes; you were wearing a roomy night dress and your bath robe to tidy up the house. These days nothing you wear can conceal the life that's been growing inside you, so you dress for comfort. You're heavy and full with milk and babies, struggling to find things to do to distract you from the pressure.

Suddenly, something pops inside you, and you feel the gush of fluids that announces these babies aren't going to wait. You hold one hand to your hard, contracting middle and the other on whatever is close and solid to support yourself. It's going to be soon. You're going to give birth. 

You're home alone and your firstborn child is making its way down into your cervix. You curse at yourself; All the chores you were doing probably only helped your labor along. You hike up your clothes and shove your fingers inside yourself. It doesn't feel like anything is coming out yet, and you don't feel the urge to push.

Breathe, breathe, it's not time yet. Your husband isn't home. There's still too much to do...

Another contraction already? They're getting too close together. Try to sit down and put your feet up. Don't think about giving birth yet. Try to relax and breathe. You rub your belly as you come down from the contraction, feeling your husband's babies squirm beneath your hands. 

"Please not yet, I'm already tired and your daddy isn't home to help me."

You breathe, slow deep breaths, getting air in while you can. You can feel this is useless, sitting on your bed with your feet propped up trying to watch TV to distract yourself. You don't want to do this without your husband, but you can feel one of your babies descending into your cervix, getting ready to be born. You pant and rub your belly, hoping to stave off the contractions with sheer will.

"OH-HOOHHHHHHHGOD," the groan rips its way from your throat, a sound you didn't think was possible from yourself.

Another contraction washes over you, your back arching and your knees drawing back involuntarily. Your body is telling you it's time but you're still trying to fight it. Your stomach is hard and round from moving your children into position to be born.

Breathe, breathe. You straighten out and sit up as best as you can, although you're so heavily pregnant that any movement has been a struggle for some time. You cross your ankles on top of a pillow, sitting up and stroking your heaving belly.

"Please not yet," you pant, already hoping in vain that you can stave off the next contraction. You desperately wanted their father near when your twins finally arrived, but you can feel the first baby's head filling your birth canal, filling you with burning pressure. You don't even want to check, knowing that if you move from pressing your legs together you could give in to the urge to push.

God, you're so big. Just keep breathing, relax. It's going to happen soon. Your husband left an achingly pregnant wife this morning when he went to work but he's going to come home to a new mother. You start to pant, your belly hardening beneath your hands.

It feels like your water broke ages ago at this point, you're going to have to push soon. You can't move from your bed now, in fact any movement is out of the question if you don't want to give birth right now. You're not ready. It's not time yet.

Oh! It's starting, isn't it? Steady your breathing, just like you've been practicing. Your body is going to start pushing whether you help it or not. Don't fight it any more, the baby is starting to come out.

Breathe, part your legs, and push.

Come on, put your hands on your knees to steady yourself. It's happening, you're heavily pregnant and about to give birth.

Don't fight it anymore, just push.

Breathe, and puuuush.

That's it, feel the baby's head moving down. Try not to struggle too much, try to relax. 

Rest until your next contraction. You've never felt so...big. You have your knees up, your feet on your bed. You reach down and feel your vagina throbbing with effort, feel the head of your baby inching through your pelvis. Reaching down to touch yourself takes a bit of struggle, your distended belly taking up all your visual space whenever you look down. There's no way you can give birth by yourself; you're too big to see your own vagina.

Oh, but it's happening. You're giving birth right now. The contractions are on top of each other, your body is pushing on its own now. Spread your legs, the baby is coming out!

Reach down and feel your body stretch to accommodate the baby's head. Isn't it incredible? Keep your legs apart, and breathe, let your body do the work until you have to bear down.

Breathe! This is the hardest part, when the head is at its widest point. 

Take a few deep breaths, on the next contraction you'll get the head out. Your heaving stomach between your bent knees is all you see, but you feel the ring of fire. It's happening right now, you're home alone, giving birth on your bed. You're covered in a sheen of sweat at this point, your clothes are damp and sticking to your skin. But you can't think of that right now. The head is crowning between your legs, slick with birth fluid. You're thankful you remembered towels...

Oh, it's coming. You've given up breathing slowly, instead panting and steeling yourself to push. A massive contraction builds, you put your hands behind you to sit up, keeping your legs apart as wide as you can. The motion pushes your baby's head out with a sudden pop and a gush of fluids, and you gasp in surprise.

The head is out. Oh God, your baby's head is hanging out of your body...you can't even think about it before you're bearing down again, pushing for dear life. You can't stop yourself, you have to push now. 

Keep going, keep pushing, the shoulders are almost out. Breathe, not too fast. Keep pushing! Your fists are clenched, gripping your clothes and sheets while you birth and struggle.

You let out a primal scream as the first baby slides out of you in a rush of water. Your belly heaves, and your aching breasts are leaking milk freely. You sit up as well as you can manage, catching your child and your breath. It's a boy, and he looks healthy. You rub his back and listen for his cries while you take stock of the situation.

You've just given birth to baby one of two. You take off your bathrobe and night dress, knowing there's not much time before the second twin makes her way down. Clutching one babe to your breast, your swollen belly much softer and lower than before but still impeding your movement, you grab some towels and other supplies before getting into the shower. 

You start a gentle stream of warm water and wash yourself and your son, wondering when the contractions will start up again. You've accepted that this will be your day today, giving birth at home alone. You'll have to wash the sheets.

Your breasts tingle and let down spurts of milk, so you try to get your baby to feed before the contractions keep you busy. 

Your swollen, sensitive nipples are heavy with milk to feed your children. As your baby latches, the sensation of your breasts being used for what they were made for sends a spasm through your womb. You arch your back involuntarily, groaning softly. Oh, it's almost time again. 

You turn off the water, kneeling on a towel in your shower. You feel better prepared for this one, and let gravity do the work of bringing the baby's head down into your pelvis. It's happening again. You're about to give birth again. 

You place your first baby on a towel nearby where you can keep an eye on him while you push. You hold your huge belly between your hands, swaying your hips side to side as you feel the familiar pressure building in your cervix. Breathe the baby down, don't tire yourself out.

Breathe, breathe. Shift your hips to help it slide down. Let your body push gently. Pant if you have to.

You're kneeling in your shower, feeling your vagina bulging in preparation for birth. Your daughter's head is bigger. It's going to take a while, but you don't want to tear.

Feel the contractions moving your baby down. You can push if you have you, but not too hard. It's big, and you'll hurt yourself if you push too fast.

You're kneeling on the towel, holding your belly to yourself and trying not to bear down. Let your body do the work, you're doing beautifully. You can feel every contraction and push under your hands, your womb squeezing lower into your pelvis. You feel a gush of fluid and reach down to check your progress, lightly touching the crown of your baby's head between your legs. You can't spread your legs any wider from this position, so you lift one leg up in an effort to kneel and squat and open up your hips.

The movement triggers a huge contraction and you bend forward, screaming as the baby's head barely progresses down. She's so big, this is exactly why you didn't want to do this alone.

You're going to have to push, there's no way she's going to move down by herself. You squat down and lean your naked back against the shower wall, all sweaty belly, breasts, and splayed legs. Your chest is heaving with effort. You're struggling to give birth. You need to relax. Breathe, and push.

Breathe, breathe, reach down and feel the head opening up your legs. Tuck your chin to your chest, and push down as hard as you can.

Puuuush! It's coming out, just keep pushing. That's it, feel the baby's head sliding out between your legs. It's coming, you're giving birth.

Rest, and take deep breaths. You reach down... she slipped back inside a little, but you can still feel the head of your baby, just peeking out of you. You wish you had a mirror. Just relax and wait for another contraction. Your legs are getting tired so you sit on your bottom again, legs spread wide in preparation, blood and amniotic fluid spreading across the towel under you.

Your back arches; you weren't ready. The contraction is crashing into you, and you scream as you grab the backs of your knees. That's it, spread your legs and make room. Breathe, breathe. Yell if you have to, it hurts incredibly. Puuuush. Keep going. Puuuush, just like that. You're making progress, just keep your legs open and keep breathing.

Feel your swollen belly heaving with every breath, how it hardens with every push. Feel your breasts running freely with milk ready to nourish. Feel the burning of the baby's head between your legs. It's almost here, keep pushing.

Beautiful, you're so strong. The head is almost out. Breathe, and push, breathe, and push. I know it hurts, but you're almost there. Big pushes now, you're so close. 

With a moan and a gush of water you birth the head, your entire body shaking with effort. You can't see your own vagina and can barely reach yourself, but when you do you feel the baby's head hanging out of you. You have no time to collect yourself as another contraction is upon you.

With a gutteral groan you pull your legs back and push with all your strength, your body telling you what to do. Here it comes, you're giving birth! Puuush, push harder! God the shoulders are so big but you're almost done. Push harder, scream if you need to. Your baby needs to be born now, it's time for you to give birth.

Keep! Pushing! Almost there. You can feel her rotating now, getting ready to slide out of you. Breathe, and push. Breathe, and PUSH!

You can't fight it any longer, the urge to scream and pull your legs open to give birth. Your belly is tight, your thighs are straining. She's almost out. You're tired and already pushing as hard as you can.

You groan as the contraction leaves, and you're left spread open with a baby half out of you. This is exhausting, and messy. You're glad you're at least in the shower.

Your belly goes rock hard. It's time. Get ready to give birth, she's coming! 

Relax as much as you can and get ready to push.

Ohhhhh here it comes. Breathe now, it's coming. Push, now, PUSH!!

It's coming out of you now, push harder if you can. Give...birth...

You moan your second baby out onto the towel, fluid rushing out of you. You've never felt so full and so empty all at once.

Oh my God, you've just given birth. And your husband still won't be home for hours.

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Poor little bird-folk who has a condition that makes their eggs grow unusually large. It means they almost always get egg bound and spend days laying a clutch when all their friends do it in an afternoon. It doesn't help that they're small and slight with narrow hips that strain against every huge egg.

As they get closer to laying their stomach swells up immensely, looking ridiculous on their small frame. Everyone else they know gets a regular, manageable bump in the weeks before they lay. Usually only restricting their movements in the last few days. But their stomach is huge and obvious and horribly sore for weeks. They spend almost a month too heavy to fly and by the last week they can barely walk. You would think that going through this every year would mean they're used to it, but every time they are caught off guard by how heavy and sore and uncomfortable their giant eggs make them. Their fragile pelvis wasn't made to carry so much weight. Their skin stretches so far that they start to lose feathers on their belly and red, angry stretch marks are visible on the exposed skin. It's miserable but they know the worst is still yet to come.

Their body is designed to lay quickly. Half a day of laboring, an hour of pushing and you've got a clutch. But with their eggs three or four times bigger than they should be that timeline is simply impossible. They dread those first contractions. Once they start they are trapped in a horrible storm as their body shoves the first egg down brutally hard and fast. The pressure in their hips increases ten fold. They squawk and cry, paralyzed by the intensity and trying desperately to find a position that will ease some of the pressure.

It's not long before the tip of the first egg begins to press down through their cloaca. This is when the real trouble starts. They are gripped with the urge to push. The first push begins to stretch their hole, the heavy egg bulging out the skin between their legs, the very tip visible just inside. But there is not enough space. Two, maybe three pushes should be enough for a regular egg. But their egg is so, so big. It gets stuck almost immediately. A few desperate pushes might bring it down just a bit more, enough than the stretch of their cloaca really starts to sting. But then it lodges itself and won't budge no matter how much they push.

No matter how many times they're forced to do this they are always gripped with horrible panic when they realize the egg won't move. The pain of contractions, the spasming of their stretched hole, the mind numbing pressure, all make it impossible to think. They'll thrash and scream, crying that it's stuck! It's stuck! Oh god please, it won't come! By now they know to have a healer on hand. But during their first lay they cried alone for hours, sure they were going to die.

There isn't actually much the healer can do. The bird-folk must now go through a horrible process of slow stretching. The healer takes some oil and rubs it around the rim of their hole, gently stretching the already taught skin, trying to work them open. They moan as their tortured hole is stretched. The burn is constant and terrible and they feel like they could rip open at any second. The healer stretches them and then they are forced to stand on shaking legs and hobble back and forth, bowlegged around their crowning egg. They shift their hips as best they can, trying to work the egg down. They are still beset by contractions and every few the urge to push becomes too great and they have to squat down and push. On every fourth or fifth push the egg will inch out the slightest bit more.

The progress is glacial and agonizing. They are trapped in a desperate cycle. Once they collapse from exhaustion the healer applies more oil, wedging their finger in alongside the egg and making them stretch. Then after a fruitless push or two they are dragged back to their feet. They rock and sway and squat intermittently, pushing and crying, until their legs give out once again and they slump to the ground in an exhausted heap. Then the healer approaches with more oil.

This goes on for hour after miserable hour. Slowly the egg crowns out of their tortured cloaca. The liberal application of oil and constant stretching protects them from tearing but the burn is indescribable. They are stretched so tight around something much bigger than it should be. At a certain point they go numb, their nerves unable to keep up with the stretch.

It's usually at that point that they break down completely, going limp and weeping, saying the egg will never come out, just leave them, they're too tired to push anymore. Every time they're sure this is it, it's over. They just want the pressure and the pain to end but their will is completely broken. The healer lets them cry and writhe through several contractions then hauls them up on their hands and knees, forces some water down their throat, and tells them to get pushing. It's hard but they've done it every year and this won't be the year they die on the healer's watch. Still crying and hiccuping miserably they bear down and push again.

By the next day they are usually close to the widest part of the egg. The end is in sight but still so far away. The cycles of oil, stretching, and pushing have gotten shorter and shorter. They are no longer able to stand, the egg forcing their legs too wide. It looks obscene sticking out of their hole, taking up the entire space between their legs. They alternate between squatting and rocking back and forth on their hands and knees. By now they are in a kind of trance-like state. Their world shrunk down to just the giant egg holding them brutally open. They emit a constant quiet lowing, their broken voice peaking in distress with every push.

Finally after one push they feel it, on instinct they know that one more push will get them past the widest point. They suck in a breath and push with every desperate ounce of strength left in their exhausted body. The egg moves. The pressure gives. In an almost orgasmic gush the egg bursts through and slides out of their spasming hole. They slump to the ground and sob in relief.

They get maybe an hour of rest. Then the pains return and their body starts working the next giant egg down to their hole. They're stretched now so this one will not take quite as long but they still have hours more of pushing ahead. And after that two more eggs lie in wait.

When all of the eggs are finally out they sleep for days, completely drained. The relief of finally being empty is always tainted by the knowledge that they will have to do it all again next year.

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The Head is Coming! (Short Story #1)

CW: The following short story contains MPREG, GIVING BIRTH, FTMPREG, LIVE BIRTH, CROWNING, UNASSISTED/SOLO BIRTH, and GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF GIVING BIRTH

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‼️MINORS DNI‼️

A strong contraction grips my belly and sends another overwhelming amount of pressure down my cervix. Leaning against the doorframe, I give short, exhausted pants as I try to resist the urge to push. My pants turn to groans, and my groans turn to whimpers. "Mmmmhh...... Mmnmnnn..... Haahhh...... Ahh- AaahhHHH!... I.. I can't-.. it's.. it's..... It's cominGGGHHH NNNNHHHAAAAHHH-!!" My hands rush down to grip my thighs as I lower into a squat and instinctively bear down HARD. My birth canal squeezes down as the baby begins to descend. Its head bulges against my entrance, poking out just a little.

I release my air for a moment, the head retreating back inside me, before PUUUSHING down again while the contraction is still going. My head tilts up and my eyes squeeze shut as I feel the baby's head once again presses against my entrance, revealing a teardrop shape that slowly gets bigger. "HNNNNNGHHH.. P.. PLEASE- NNMMMFFFF!!!" A burning sensation radiates in my boycunt and sends shocks up my body. My fingers dig into my thighs and my face starts to turn red as I STRAAAAAAIN to give birth. My poor hole stretches to sizes very new to me.

I accidentally let out a screech as I let go of the push, the head slowly sliding back in, but not all the way like last time. "Hahhh.. hahhh..... Come out, b.. baby ... C... Come out, come ouuuUUUTTTTTT GGHHHHHAHHHH!!!!" With barely any time to rest, I'm wracked with another large contraction. Taking a deep breath, I curl forward a bit and PUUUUSHHHHHH as hard as I can, groaning loudly in pain. "GggrrrRRRGGAAAHHHHH!!!!" I spread my legs even more to make room for its head. Bit by bit, it starts to stretch me open again. My legs tremble as I concentrate on pushing my baby out. Its eyes slowly slide out past my lips, then stops.

After holding that push for a few more moments, I exhale loudly as I stop. I take a couple more deep breaths before bearing down into another PUUSHHHHHHHH... and another PUUUUUUUSSSSHHHHHHH... and another PUUUUUUSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH. Finally, the head continues to squeeze out. It spreads me open wider and wider. My face scrunches up as it starts reaching its widest spot. I grit my teeth to keep myself from screaming out loud, but all it does is muffle it.

I give one more HUUUUUGE shove until finally- POP!!! The head slips completely out of me, followed by a loud GUSH of my fluids onto the towel below. "HNNNNNGGGGGGG... NNNNHHHGGG..... GGRRRRRHHHHAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!" I shriek as I let up from the push and reach down to feel the head.

Catching my breath, I gently stroke my baby's head, smiling to myself. I'm exhausted, ecstatic, and still have a long way to go (especially considering I'm having twins) …