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"Maybe it's not as big as you want me to be. But, let me tell you that your t-shirts don't even fit to cover this huge belly"

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Silent Arrival

Synopsis:

Sophie has passed her due date and feels the moment is near. At home, with her husband sleeping beside her, she experiences each contraction quietly, trusting her body and her baby. Alone, she faces an intimate, secret birth, feeling every step of the process.

This is a work of fiction and does not aim to be entirely realistic. Anyways I hope you enjoy it!

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It had been four days since Sophie’s due date had come and gone, but she felt no impatience. She liked being pregnant. She cherished every movement, every tiny startle from inside her round belly. It was her first baby, yes—but she wasn’t afraid. She trusted her body, and her baby, and she knew he would come when he decided it was time.

For days now, she had felt something shifting. A new kind of pressure deep in her pelvis, as if her baby had dropped and was now nestled firmly between her hips. Some nights, the Braxton Hicks were so tight they took her breath away for a few seconds. But they always faded like waves pulling back into the sea. Nothing alarming—just her body practicing.

That night, everything felt normal. Ethan was asleep beside her, breathing slow and deep, his heavy sleep a blessing. He always slept through anything, and tonight, Sophie hoped he would do just that. She woke up only slightly thirsty, as usual these last nights. She sat up carefully and rubbed her belly, feeling the baby shift lazily. She smiled to herself, stood up barefoot, and walked quietly to the kitchen in her loose pajamas—a thin cotton tee and soft pants.

The cool water soothed her for a moment. She set the glass down on the counter, and then felt it—a deep, low internal pop. Her eyes opened wide, but her body stayed calm.

“Oh…” she whispered as warmth spilled between her legs.

A slow gush of fluid ran down her thighs, soaking her pants instantly. She stood still, letting her water break freely. No panic. Just a quiet understanding between her and her body. She glanced at the floor and gave a soft smile.

“You’re coming…” she whispered to her baby. “It’s okay… it’s okay…”

She walked to the bathroom slowly, warm liquid still dripping down her legs, her gait wide now from the pressure. She was already feeling the contractions. These were different. Heavier. Deeper. The pain started in her lower back and wrapped around to the front, making her pause and breathe through each wave. But it wasn’t terrible—not yet.

She peeled off her shirt and pants with slow movements. The wet fabric landed on the floor. Standing in front of the mirror, she looked at herself calmly. Her breasts were full, ready. Her enormous belly was round and taut, shining slightly in the dim light. She cupped it with both hands and caressed it gently, comforting her baby—or maybe herself.

“We’re going to do this… you and me… slowly…”

She turned on the shower and let the warm water run down her back. The contractions came steadily now, and with each one, Sophie leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, letting out low moans.

“Mmmmmm… aaaaahhh… oooohhh…”

Each moan was soft, intimate. When the pain got sharper, she squatted, rocking her hips slowly. It hurt, yes—but she said it quietly, as if it were a secret.

“Oh… yes… yes, it hurts…” she gasped once, squeezing her eyes shut.

She ran her hands over her belly, as if calming the baby again, whispering softly.

“Don’t rush… we’re going to do it right…”

A stronger contraction doubled her over. She gasped, gripping the wall.

“Uuuuuuhhhhhh… God… this is moving fast…”

The heat of the water helped. She didn’t know how long she stayed there. Time dissolved. Only when the waves started spacing a little did she take a deep breath and step out carefully, drying herself with slow movements.

Still naked, she sat on the toilet, catching her breath. Another strong contraction hit her there. She leaned forward, moaning quietly.

“Uuuuuhhhh…”

She felt the pressure building again. The urge to push—it was there, low and primal. She clenched her thighs, resisting it.

“Not yet… not yet…” she whispered through panting lips, gripping the edge of the sink for support. Her fingers trembled. Her belly was rock-hard with the next wave. She rocked slightly, trying to ease the urge.

Her body wanted to push. But her mind said wait.

Finally, the pressure faded just a little. She stood, trembling, and returned to the dark bedroom. Ethan was still asleep, completely unaware, breathing deeply. Sophie smiled faintly. His heavy sleep is a blessing, she thought. It allowed her this secret.

She chose her favorite nightgown—loose, airy, short. It barely covered her bottom. She picked up a pair of underwear, but paused. Why bother?

“No,” she murmured. “I don’t need them…”

She slipped into bed slowly, her back to Ethan. She bent one leg, resting it lightly on the mattress. Her labia felt swollen, sensitive. The heat between her thighs wasn’t just from contractions anymore. Instinctively, she slid her fingers down, gently touching. A little deeper—two fingers, moving rhythmically. Searching for relief.

She moaned softly into the pillow, lips parted.

“Mmmmmm… ohhhh… uuuuhhh… yes… oh… baby…”

Then, it changed. She felt it.

A new pressure—deep, undeniable. Her baby was descending. She had passed the cervix. She could feel something round and firm with her fingertips.

She pulled her hand away with a shaky exhale.

“You’re coming down… you’re in my birth canal now, baby…” she whispered. “You’re big… oh God… you’re so big…”

A contraction made her open her legs wider, but it still wasn’t comfortable.

Instinctively, she turned toward Ethan. She lifted one leg over his hip, as if simply adjusting in her sleep. He didn’t stir.

She breathed again, low and quiet.

“Ahhhhhh… ooooooohhhh…”

She wasn’t touching herself anymore. She just breathed, and pushed gently. She knew if she pushed too hard, Ethan might hear. So she only bore down when the contractions came. The baby moved down… and then slipped back when she stopped. And she loved it.

“Mmmm… oh… like that… slowly…”

She felt the ring of fire begin. It burned. Her vulva stretched, pulled tight. The head was starting to show between her lips. Every push made it bulge… every pause let it slip back.

“Uuuuuhhhh… ohhhhhh…” she gasped. “God… it burns… but I like it…”

She didn’t want it to end. She had dreamed of this—a birth like this. Secret. Controlled. Entirely hers. Quiet, calm. Beside Ethan, but hidden from him. She had fantasized about this for months.

“My birth… my rules…” she whispered.

But then, a contraction overtook her. She couldn’t resist. She pushed harder. The baby bulged fully, and then—it happened.

The ring of fire exploded into a wave of heat. The baby’s head crowned completely, stretching her to the limit. A warm gush soaked the bed.

“AAAHHHHhhh…” she cried out—too loud. Ethan stirred.

“Sophie? What was that? Are you okay?”

She placed a hand on his chest.

“Don’t move my leg… don’t move it…” she said with a trembling voice.

“What? What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“Look between my legs…”

Still dazed, Ethan lifted the covers. His eyes went wide. Holding her leg up with one hand, he stared at the baby’s head, fully crowned, glistening between her thighs.

“Oh my God, Sophie! Are you… are you giving birth?!”

She smiled, panting.

“Yes… but don’t yell… I’m okay… I’m okay…”

“What do I do? Do we go to the hospital?” he asked, panicked.

“No. No time. He’s coming… now…” she gasped, holding back another push. “Just help me turn over…”

Ethan helped her onto all fours on the bed, her gown bunched up, the baby’s head still between her thighs. She was breathing fast, groaning low.

“Uuuuuhhhh… he’s coming… he’s coming…”

“What do I do? Tell me, baby,” Ethan said behind her, hands trembling.

“Catch him… but don’t pull… just… let him come…”

The next contraction crashed over her. Sophie groaned, her hips rocking back as she pushed.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH… uuuhhhhhhh… oh yes… YES…”

Ethan watched as the baby’s head turned slightly. The shoulders were pressing forward. Sophie arched her back and cried out.

“AAAAAAHHHhhhhh… he’s coming out!”

Ethan held his breath as one shoulder slipped out… then the other… and then the whole warm, slippery body slid into his hands.

It was fast, wet, and overwhelming.

“I’ve got him! Sophie, I’ve got him!”

She collapsed on her side, arms trembling. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“Is he okay? Is he crying?”

And then—the sound filled the room. A loud, perfect newborn cry.

Ethan, eyes wet, held their baby in both hands, still connected to Sophie by the cord. He brought him to her chest, and she cradled him gently in her arms.

“Hi…” she whispered through tears, stroking his wet head. “Hi, my love… you’re here…”

Ethan knelt beside them, speechless, overcome.

“Sophie… why didn’t you tell me?”

She looked up at him with a tired, radiant smile.

“I wanted this… my way… quiet… feeling everything… without fear…”

He kissed her forehead.

“You’re incredible.”

THE END.

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Cute little selkie gal 🦭 

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i had to share this one, this is so fucking hot

imagine being pregnant and the person who knocked you up constantly sends you videos of people having difficult agonizing screaming births like "this'll be you <33"

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If he helped put it in there, he should have to help get it out.

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The head is almost out. That’s it, yell it out if you need to. Hardest part’s almost over. You’re so close. Such a strong mama, working so hard for your baby. Come on, push, PUSH!

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Heres a request if you want to try. A woman is at work with a large head crowning in her panties under her short skirt or dress, her boss and coworkers around her know but her boss tells her that if she gets that baby is fully out of her pussy she's fired, he doesn't mind her pushing and crowning though. so she has to wait until she clocks out to give birth fully. Bonus if she's the only woman at work.

Chocolate I love this request so much. Hope I did it justice because it just sounds so hot.

Clock out

Arianna worked as a accountant in a very male dominated field. She used to have 2 other female coworkers, Stacy and Eve, but both had quit after being sexually harassed by their colleagues. Arianna however did not have the luxury of just picking up and leaving to find a new job. Even before she got pregnant. She didn’t know the father, and supporting herself financially was difficult, let alone a new child. She didn’t even have the finances to go on a proper maternity leave. Which left her where she was now, 9 months pregnant, in labor at work her water already throughly broken, with 5 more hours left in the work day. She knew that if she left before the day was over she’d be fired, which was not a situation she could afford at the moment. So instead she shifted uncomfortably in her chair, her contracting stomach, distracting her from properly completing her work. She cursed her wardrobe choice, the extremely tight fabric of her panties were already biting into her acheing pussy and her shirt skirt made her feel even more bare than she already was. Her boss seemed to notice her pained expression and smirked at her, making his way over. ‘Shit,’

“Hey Ari baby, you alright there?” Arianna wanted to hit him in the face. “I’m great, thank you Mr. price.” She said respectively, tying away at her computer. Mr.Price rubbed an oily hand over the fabric on Ariannas tight blouse over her belly. “Great to hear. Then you wouldn’t mind getting me a coffee now would you?” ‘That dick’ Arianna stood up slowly but even so, as she did she could feel the baby plummet down down her birth canal, the head already brimming at her pussy. Her boss looked under her skirt and grinned. “Got a little accident down there?” Arianna grunted and tried her best to reply. “No sir.” Mr. Price laughed. “Good, because if that bastard child is birthed in my office you’re ass is so fired.” Ariannas breath hitched but she nodded. “Good girl.”

Arianna hobbled off to get Mr. price his coffee and cursed to herself when he was out of ear shot. She made her way over to the coffee machine and leaned against the counting breathing her way through a strong contraction. When it finally passed she made the coffee and waddled it over to Mr. Price. He gave her a hardy slap on the ass that caused her to shudder considerably. “Good girl.” He smiled over at her. He looking under her skirt at her bulging panties and his grin widens considerably. “You wanna quit now and cut your losses Ari?” He asked condescendingly. Arianna shook her head. “No sir.” Mr. Price hummed and grinned. “Then go back to work, no need wasting time with chit chat.”

Arianna returned to her desk to see that her chair had been removed. Her male coworker; Kyle noticed her expression and chuckled. “Boss says it’s best if you try a standing desk today. Says it helps you lose weight.” He looked Arianna up and down and grinned, eyes pounding on the babies bugling head between her trembling legs. He walked over to her and slid a hand beneath her skirt, brushing his finger tips over the baby’s head. She was about to reprimand him but a contraction hit her causing her to grit her teeth and nearly collapse onto the ground, resisting in overwhelming urge to push. “You know, you can have my chair for a price.” Kyle purred, pinching one of Arianna’s throbbing nipples and causing milk to leak out out her blouse. “G-go to hell Kyle.” She stammered. Kyle shrugged. “Geez Ari, so firey today. Don’t worry, I’ll watch you to make sure that kid doesn’t come out on company time. Mr. Price will thank me.” Arianna furrowed her brow and located another swiveling chair, pulling it over to her desk. The minute she sat down however, she could feel the baby’s head travel forward fast. It throbbed against her tortured pussy, and she pressed it down hard onto the chair forcing it back into her. Searing pain spread throughout her body but she managed to ignore it, continuing to work as best as possible.

About 2 hours later she was so throughly soaked in sweat that her blouse was practically transparent. Her contractions were back to back, giving her no respite from the wretching pain. Her stomach was as hard as a smooth pebble, packed with suppressed contractions. She knew she still had 2 hours left of work but she could feel her purple pussy burn so bad she feared it might tear, the baby’s head pushing against the tight fabric of her panties. She could feel herself pushing and despite trying to stop herself, it was impossible. The thick fog of pain overtook her and her body began to push on its own, the head and neck now fully out. Luckily, her tight panties prevented the baby from coming out any further. She bit into her knuckles to suppress loud moans and groans.

Mr. price came over to her desk and leaned against it. “ mind standing up for me hun?” He asked with a smirk. Arianna didn’t even know if it was possible, the strain of her rock hard belly made sitting more painful than any pain she had experienced before in her life, let alone standing. She braced herself against the table and stood up slowly, knees shaking. Mr. Price delighted in watching her struggle, her face already red from heat and exhaustion. She looked down at his pants and could see a bulge begin to form. ‘Creep.’ He looked down at her translucent blouse and soaked chest, then took a look under her skirt, now covered in birthing juices. “You remember our deal right?” Mr. Price said mockingly. Arianna grit her teeth and nodded. Mr. Price gave her a hardy slap on the belly causing a fiery pain to spread throughout it and forcing her to squat down pushing hard, however the stretched fabric of her panties had no more give and after a few minutes of panting and squatting she shakily got up again, face flushed and sweaty. Mr.Price chuckled. “Y’know I can give you a release right? Right now, you can quit if he want.” Mr.Prices smirk brought back all the defiance back into Arianna and she stood as straight as she could, shaking her head no. “I’m gonna need that said aloud doll face.” Arianna swallowed a thick glob of spit and shakily started to talk. “N-no I- I can” another contraction struck her and she collapsed onto her knees, the baby pushing wildly against her bulging pussy. Mr. Price smirked and the rest of her male co workers all huddled around her, all excepting her to have given up. That’s where they were wrong. “I can wait an hour and a half till I have to clock out.” She said as solidly as she could. Mr. price shrugged and walked away, the rest of her male coworkers looking disappointed and going back to their desks.

Arianna sat back down, rocking her hips back and forth of the chair for about an hour, but it was no help. Her pain was constant now, and she could feel the babies head on her pussy as she sat. Tears pricked her eyes and she had smooshed a hair scrunchie in her mouth to muffle whatever moans and groans may sneak out. She made it 15 more minutes, only 15 more minutes to go when she stood up to get some water and- shit. She heard a snap, and her tightly spread panties broke, the head plummeting back down her exit. She screamed out against her will in pure agony and all her male coworkers ; including Mr.Price surrounded her. “Looks like they broke Ari, not much choice now. Just let it happen.” Arianna glanced over at the clock. 10 minutes to go. Hell no. She clamped a hand over her wildly bulging pussy, now nearly purple and tear dropped shaped to prevent the babies descent. All of coworkers crowded around her pussy, taking turns looking under her ruined skirt and the bursting head between it. Birthing fluids and blood dripped between her fingers and she could feel her knees tremble so bad she feared they might just break. Only 5 minutes to go. She could do this.

She crossed her legs, pulling them as close together as she possibly could, the pain causing all her senses to blear. Her coworker looked down at her eagerly. 4 minutes. 3… shit. She bit her lip so hard it began to bleed. 2.. Mr. Price pulled a hand under her skirt quickly causing her to gasp and drop her hands. The baby fell down quickly, all that was left of them inside her being it’s feet and ankles. “Wanna finish this off and quit?” Mr. Price said with a defiant smirk. The rest of her male co workers eyes lit up and she glanced over at the clock, 10 seconds, 9 8.. she could feel the baby inch forward with ever second, her vision bleating from the pain, 5, 4, 3, 2 , 1! It was over! She had done it. “I’m shift is over, goodbye!” She shouted waddling as fast as she could and signing out, the baby nearly falling out as she did so. Mr. Price smirked and shot her a glance. “Impressive-“

Arianna didn’t stay long enough to hear what else that slime ball had to say. She could even make it to her car before the next, impossibiy strong contraction hit her and she was pushing again. She made it inside a janitors closet and gave one last hard push, the baby rushing out of her. It’s loud cries lit up the small damp closet and she collapsed onto the tile, bringing her new baby girl to her chest. HR was definitely getting a very strongly worded email.

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I need this to be me so bad.

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Awards Show 

This isn’t a prompt or request (they’re still closed for now). This is just a self indulgent little scene that turned into a 3k fic. Bit more intimacy/sensual themes than my usual, but still has all my fav tropes :) Hope people enjoy this one x

I couldn’t resist the opportunity to show you off to my friends and colleagues at the company awards dinner. This may have been the biggest you’d ever gotten during any of your pregnancies; your tight firm belly was a beach ball beneath your maroon silk dress, hanging low and heavy on your hips. My hand wrapped around your waist and squeezed your hip affectionately as we mingled through the crowd. With a champagne glass in hand you smiled and laughed at the joke my boss made. 

“You look ready to pop my dear. You better not steal the show tonight by going into labour” The CEO had said with a grin, looking in awe at your incredible size. 

We both laughed, my hand moving up and down your lower back. If only he knew.

Your contractions had started this afternoon, the slow gentle tightening of your womb signalling our baby’s readiness to come into the world. But even with your contractions, we still put our black tie outfits on and went out this evening to the company awards show. You knew it was important to me and my career. Plus, neither of us could deny the thrill of having to ride out your contractions in such a public setting. 

“How are you doing darling?” I whispered in your ear after my boss and CEO walked away. 

“Mmmm… okay…. They’re getting a little stronger now though.” You said with a breathy moan, your hand naturally moving across the underside of your belly, rubbing the taut skin through the silk fabric of your dress. 

“Let’s quickly pop into the bathroom before we take our seats. I can check to see how you’re progressing.”  

With my hand around your waist I felt how much more you were waddling, a sign of how low the baby was sitting in the bowl of your pelvis. I squeezed your hip and took a long breath to try and control myself. 

In the single occupancy bathroom I quickly locked the door behind us. You found your way to the sink and braced against the bathroom counter, swaying your hips through another contraction. I growled at the sight, seeing you so gravid and fertile, your body doing something so powerful and natural. 

“You look incredible, my love.” I stood behind you, pressing my body against your backside and wrapping my arms around you to feel the firm and hard skin of your belly as it contracted. A low moan came from your lips as the wave reached its peak and I bent forward, my chest to your back, whispering in your ear to breathe. 

When the contraction had passed, I pulled up the fabric of your maroon silk dress, slowly up your thighs until I reached my destination. You moaned as I slipped my fingers inside, deep but gentle, knowing how sensitive you were during labour. 

“Wow darling…. You’re already at 7cm.” My words were thick with desire in your ear. “Do you think you can hold on for the rest of the evening?” 

You smiled at me through the reflection of the mirror, grinning with excitement. 

We made our way out the bathroom and found our seats for the dinner and awards ceremony. I could feel your breathing was heavier, your movements were slower, and I beamed with pride at how well you were doing. Everyone was in awe of your attendance this evening, being so advanced in your pregnancy, and yet nobody knew just how close you were to not being pregnant anymore. 

Our seats were in the middle of the hall, on a large round table with nearly a dozen other people. Some colleagues I knew, others I didn’t, all with their partners or spouses. Music was playing, waiters were bringing food to tables, drinks were flowing, the room was soon filled with conversation and laughter as people got progressively more drunk. All the while you sat beautifully beside me, joining in discussions and smiling brightly. My gorgeous wife, heavily pregnant, and secretly in active labour. 

Two courses into our meal you started to hum quietly beside me, shifting in your seat. My hand found your thigh, my thumb rubbing soothing motions across your leg over the thin fabric of your dress. “You’re doing great darling, just breathe through them. Not long now.” I purred in your ear, knowing that wasn’t true. The awards had just commenced, my boss and CEO taking the stage to begin proceedings, and like all previous company dinners I knew it would be a long evening. 

Contraction after contraction wracked your body, but you showed no obvious signs of discomfort. You’d gone a little quieter perhaps but your smile remained bright to everyone around us. Every now and then throughout the evening the room would erupt in obligatory applause as someone was granted an award or achievement from the company. During one of these moments my ears pricked, attuned to your sounds, and I heard a low moan slip from your parted lips. 

My arm wrapped around your shoulders, leaning in close, my breath caressing your neck. “Darling…. You okay?” I asked, concerned but unbelievably aroused. 

“Nngh… baby feels so low…” you whispered, spreading your legs a little under the table. 

I shivered, stuttering slightly with a husky voice “D-Do you need to push?” 

“N-no…. I’m okay just…. A lot of pressure—oooof” 

I kissed the side of your cheek affectionately, my hand still wrapped around your shoulders while the other squeezed your thigh. “You’re doing brilliantly, my love. Just keep breathing through them.” I shifted in my seat to hide my obvious arousal. The idea that you might start pushing right here in this venue was almost too much to bear. I took a long sip of my drink and focused back on the stage to distract myself. 

Half way through the awards, after all the food had been consumed leaving dessert plates and empty wine bottles littering the table, you suddenly reached out and gripped my thigh squeezing tight. I looked over to you with a mix of concern and excitement. You had slumped slightly in your seat, spreading your legs wider under the table and tilting your hips up, your breasts and belly rising and falling with your rapid breathing. 

“Breathe…. Breathe through it darling, we’re almost there.” I encouraged softly, my hand moving to rest upon your heavy belly sitting between your spread thighs, feeling the rock hard muscles beneath my fingers. You grunted a little, a sound I recognised, and my eyes nearly came out their sockets. 

“Don’t push darling… you need to hold it a little longer okay.” I tried to soothe you, but my heart was thumping in my chest and my insides were coiling with unbridled excitement. 

“M-my— waters—” you croaked, relaxing after the intense contraction. 

I looked down; from above your dress looked completely dry but when I felt underneath the top layer I felt the liquid that was now dripping down your inner thighs and onto the floor. Quickly grabbing my fabric napkin and yours, I dropped them under the table, putting one between your legs and the other on the floor to soak up the worst of it. 

“Shhhh… you’re okay my love. Looks like it’s nearly time, baby wants to meet us.” My hand moved possessively over your belly, my smile wide and beaming with pride. You smiled, your cheeks flushed a little, leaning closer to kiss me softly. 

“Can we go now?” You asked quietly, and I noticed the light sheen of sweat on your forehead. 

“Yes darling, you’ve done wonderfully. Let’s go and meet our new baby—”

Then my name very loudly echoed across the hall and all eyes were focused in our direction. The award. Shit. My boss was standing on stage, crystal award in hand, and everyone began to clap. 

“Damn— I erm— do I go—” my words fumbled from my mouth as I looked between you and the stage. You were absolutely full to the brim with our baby, so close to delivering…. But staying would mean you would have to hold on a little bit longer, and that thought sent a shiver up my spine. 

“Go sweetheart, go get your award.” You said affectionately, putting a hand on my cheek. 

“Are you sure? You’re incredible.” I kissed your lips, both of us basqued under a spotlight from the venue, and then I walked quickly up to the stage to receive my award. 

Looking out across the crowd my eyes were focused only on you. Sitting proudly at our table, your eyes beamed with joy as you clapped along with the rest of the room. Clearing my throat, trying to regain professional composure, I began my speech. Your eyes glistened with affection and pride, hanging onto my every word even though you had heard me practice this over and over again. 

Then I noticed a change in you, barely perceptible to anyone else but I knew your body better than my own. You tensed, your smiling expression now forced, and you had one hand gripping the edge of the table while the other moved to the underside of your belly. Fumbling my words I was utterly distracted watching you in the middle of the crowd, secretly riding out what looked like an intense contraction. I was in awe of you, still smiling and beaming with pride, while your body squeezed and contracted and opened for our baby. You’d never looked more beautiful. 

I regurgitated my well rehearsed speech, looking only at you, as if the rest of the room no longer existed. Your full and swollen bosom was rising and falling rapidly atop your large, firm belly, and you seemed to be panting silently through the wave. Minutes passed and contraction wasn’t letting you go, I was still talking and you were still squirming in your chair. I watched as you grit your teeth, gripping the sides of your chair and spreading your legs wider under the table. Your demeanor shifted, something had changed. I could see your jaw clamped, teeth almost bared, and your face was contorted with effort— 

Holy shit you were pushing!!! 

I gripped the podium in front of me, my hips twitching, the sight of you pushing nearly throwing me over the edge of ecstasy. Clearing my throat, I managed to continue my speech, all the while I watched you instinctively push right there in the middle of this formal event. I smirked as I got towards the end, where I very publicly thanked my beautiful pregnant wife. All eyes across the venue suddenly turned in your direction. I didn’t know what you’d do, whether you’d admit defeat and acknowledge your labour, or if you’d continued to hide the fact you were uncontrollably pushing…. 

To my surprise, your face broke into a wide gleeful grin as you waved at me on stage and blew a kiss across the room, amazingly keeping up appearances. But your legs were wide under the table, I could see from this position up on the stage just how far apart they’d spread. Was our baby crowning underneath that silk dress of yours? How close were they to coming out? How long could you keep up pretences before nature took full control?… 

I practically skipped off the stage back towards our table, the room clapping with obligatory applause. 

“You’re pushing.” I whispered in your ear as I bent down to kiss your cheek. 

“Mmmmh— couldn’t help it—” you growled a reply, equally as quiet but heavy with effort. 

“We can’t leave right now, everyone will be watching us.” I sat down in my chair beside you, slipping my arm around you and pulling you closer into an embrace. 

“I— I know—” you were panting, legs spread under the table, your hand gripping my thigh and digging your nails in. 

“How much longer can you hold on darling? How close is the baby?” My words were thick with excitement. 

“Baby… is low… but I don’t think… they’re crowning yet…. But-unhhhhhhhhhh-I can’t stop pushing—”

“Shhhhh… you’re doing brilliantly my love. If you can, try little pushes for now. We don’t know if you’re fully dilated and we don’t want you to tear.” I cooed, stroking your thigh that was spread open right against mine. 

As the next award was announced, I heard you grunting during the applause. You said the baby wasn’t crowning but those sounds you were making, your subtle movements, were all too familiar to me. We certainly weren’t going to make it home for this birth, and I doubted if we’d even make it to the car. And yet you gave me no signs of wanting to move, staring blankly up at the stage as your chest heaved and your belly contracted, silently pushing our baby closer to this world. 

“You’re doing wonderful darling, so incredible. Keep doing what your body tells you—”

“— I can feel the head—” you suddenly blurted out, twitching on your seat and pulling your legs together with an obvious grimace. 

“Let’s go, now while everyone’s distracted.” I put my arms around you, helping you out of your chair. You were trembling. 

“Mmmmmgh— it feels like the baby is gonna fall out—” you moaned under your breath, cradling your belly as you rose to your feet. 

I laughed a little, supporting your hips. “It’s not going to fall out sweetheart, you’ve got a lot more pushing to go yet.” I purred in your ear as I led you out the dinner hall, your legs were unsteady and your gait was obscenely wide. I had no idea what was going on under your clothing, how close the baby was to being born, which only made this whole situation all the more thrilling. 

Beyond the doors of the formal company dinner, the moan that came from your mouth was deep and guttural as you stopped to brace against a nearby wall. Palms to the flat surface your hips jerked backwards against me as you bore down uncontrollably. 

“Nnnnnghhh— ohhhhhh I can feel the head— starting to come out—”

I rubbed your back and hips, squeezing and providing counter pressure that I knew you’d need. “Try not to push too hard babe… we need to get you back to the car…” 

Realising the corridor was empty, all guests inside the dinner hall, I slipped a hand under the silk fabric of your dress climbing up your inner thigh to feel your progress. I didn’t even make it to your entrance as I felt the distinct bulge of your underwear, the head nestled so low it was pushing against your lower lips. 

“Oh fuck babe…. The head is right there…” I groaned, fingers running across the damp fabric of your cotton underwear. 

“Nnnnnghh— I know— I can feel it— trying to come out—” you huffed, your fingers curling against the wall as your body continued to bear down without your permission. 

“Hold on a bit longer— we need to get you to the car.” I tried to plead with you but I knew you were not the one in control here. We were at the mercy of Mother Nature. We played a dangerous game and I just hoped I could get you somewhere private. 

“I don’t know if I can make it—”

“What do you need darling? What do you want to do?” I groaned into your ear, my body flushed behind you, my hands still under your dress between your legs. 

“Nnnnghh— hold it in— while I push—” you spluttered as you widened your stance, preparing for another push.

My hand moved, cupping your womanhood with my palm. “I’ve got you baby— do what you need to do—” I could barely contain my excitement at what was happening. My body tensed in time with yours and I felt the bulge against my palm grow as you pushed, the first sliver of our baby starting to part you from within. 

“Keep going, my love, I won’t let them come out too fast.” 

Your sounds were deep and gravelled and primal, but not loud enough to draw the attention of anyone inside the venue. One… two… three grunting pushes against my palm and the baby hadn’t made much progress. Thankfully. 

“Ohhhh— okay— it’s passed—” you croaked, pushing yourself away from the wall and catching your breath. 

“Are you ready to try walking to the car again?” My hand moved up and down your lower back affectionately, keeping you supported. 

You nodded, running a hand over the full swell of your belly. “Yes, let’s keep moving. But we need to go slow… the head is right there, just inside of me.” 

Growling at your statement, I wrapped my arm around your waist to support you as we both walked slowly down the corridor. “I know darling, it’s really close. Our little one is very eager to meet us.” I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face, looking down at you with that full belly, your bow-legged walk, on the cusp of giving birth at any moment. 

We made it out of the venue but on the steps out the front of the building you abruptly stopped and grabbed the railing, bending your knees and grunting with an uncontrollable push. 

“Oh darling…” I quickly moved my hands to your hips to support you as your body bore down instinctively. “This one really is in a hurry. Just go with it, but we need to get you to the car soon.” 

You shuddered and almost mooed with the effort of your push, your body taking full control in this moment in a desperate bid to expel our baby from your womb. Over and over again you pushed. I couldn’t move my hands to check your progress, they were supporting all your weight at this moment. We were halfway down the steps outside the venue and nowhere near our car, a far cry from the privacy I wanted for our child’s birth. 

You grunted with each push, the sound sending all the blood in my body to my crotch. I knew from our previous births just how hard you were pushing, knowing the baby was probably slipping forward and back under your dress with each push. “Sweetheart…. Are we going to make it back to the car?” I asked nervously, feeling your knees bend a little more, your hips lowering slightly. 

“Nnnnnghhh—don’t know— it’s definitely— starting to c-c-c-crown—!” You groaned between pushes. 

When the contraction finished you were gasping for air as you twisted from the railing and sagged into my arms. “My…. My knickers… seem to be keeping the baby… from coming out….” Your voice was a caressed whisper against my chest. 

“You’re doing amazing, my love. You’re an incredible goddess.” I said, kissing the top of your head and holding you and your swollen belly against me. “Do you want to keep going? Or are we having this baby right here?” 

The look you gave me was filled with both pleasure and pain, your eyes glistening with dark enjoyment. “Let’s— keep going— I can hold them in….” 

I took this moment between contractions to feel your progress, my hands running from you hip down your leg and up under your dress. Your body shivered when I reached the apex of your thighs. 

“Are you sure about that, my love?” I asked with a teasing arch of my eyebrows as my fingers brushed over your underwear. “That’s not just you I can feel…. The baby’s head is really starting to crown.” 

“I- I know—” your words were breathy and husky, and I could tell you were feeling extremely full right now. 

“And you think you can walk all the way across the car park with a baby between your legs?” My fingers gently stroked circles on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. 

You nodded, but your face grimaced with another contraction and you started to pant against my chest, squeezing my shoulders. 

“You want to push again, don’t you sweetheart?” 

You nodded against me. 

“But you don’t want to give birth right here?” 

You shook your head. 

My hand then moved back over the partially crowned head in your underwear, cupping the sphere and holding it in place.

“Shhh… it’s okay I got you. Push baby…. You can push now….” I growled into your ear as I wrapped my arm around your waist while the other was cupped between your legs. “Push right against my hand— that’s it— I’ll keep you from crowning fully…” 

It felt like your entire body was quaking against me as you submitted to your body’s instincts and bore down right against my palm. The sounds you made were animalistic and feral, it was music to my ears. You pushed for another minute and a half, with each one I could feel the pressure from the baby’s head pressing more and more against my palm. Eventually you were released from the contraction, breathing heavily and barely able to stand. 

“Let’s…go….before…the…next one…comes…” you whispered, exhausted but clearly aroused. 

Together we walked slowly across the carpark, our car seemed like a mirage in the distance, but you were determined and I was more than happy to comply. I wondered how many times we would have to stop on the way, how many times I would need to cup your bulging lips, so you could have the birth you wanted in the comfort of our car. 

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My boy told me not to push, and ran to go call the midwife to see if she should come… but fuck! I gotta push! Maybe if I push quietly he won’t… won’t notice-

Mnnnnh~

Eeeeurhhhh~

EUGH~

Ugh.

Huff! Huff! Ah! Huff!

Hnnnnnn- ah! Huff! Huff!

Hnnnnnnnn- Huff! Huff!

Nnnnnnnnnghhhh~

Hnnn-fff Hah! Hah!

EUGH! *Pop!* *SPLASH!*

Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!

Nnnnngh?

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….

Hah! Hah?

MMMMNNNNNNNNNNNN~

Huff! Huff!