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The baby is too big.

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Friendly reminder that while our shared interest is the literal fetishization of pregnancy, the fantasy world is not reality. Pregnancy is not a gift nor a requirement to be forced upon people. Consent must be our most valued principle. Someone who does not want to be pregnant should not have to be. No matter how it happened.

We as a community owe pregnant people respect, and we as a society owe all people who can become pregnant the right of choice to prevent, terminate, or carry a pregnancy to term as they so desire. Fuck governments that say otherwise.

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me when the-

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god, you’re perfect.

I can’t help but think about pumping you full of my baby (or babies…twins do run in my family after all…). I’d hold my hand over your stomach as I thrust into you, looking you in the eye as I promise to knock you up.

you’d get big pretty quickly, the baby growing fast. It’d be just our luck for the baby to be long and chunky, giving you this immense weight to carry around for months.

as we get closer to your due date, that weight gets lower and heavier, the pressure gets more intense. Until one day you wake up to a pain and a pop, your sac breaking and spraying amniotic fluid all over our bed.

I’d hold you as push, pulling your legs back as you struggle to get our baby’s massive head back. I’d rub your belly and kiss your temple, praising you for how well you’re doing. Such a good boy, pushing so well to get our baby out of your belly. it wouldn’t be easy or fast, you’d be stuck pushing for hours, changing from position to position. Even when we start seeing the baby’s head, it slips back in a few times before you ever crown. Then, you’re just stuck there for awhile. Baby seems content to sit just crowning for *hours.*

poor boy…I can’t wait to do it to you again as soon as this baby is out.

It'd be amazing to have surprise twins, thinking it's one huge baby but it's actually two still pretty big ones. My hips would be so sore towards the end of the pregnancy with even maternity clothes stretched taut over my suspiciously large bump. 🤭

I'd want my water to break really dramatically with absolutely no way to hide that I'm in active labor with one of your huge babies already wedged tight against my weakened cervix.

I'd love to struggle and crown for a few hours, the baby seemingly completely refusing to budge while my boycunt is stretched to its limits by its huge head. I wouldn't even notice my belly still looking distended, full of the second, larger baby waiting to be born.

Imagine pushing your fingers into my pussy to check if the placenta is coming along alright but instead feeling the hard surface of the twin's massive skull stretching my birth canal open instead. I'd be so tired after the first birth the second one might take even longer to push out. 🥺

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You're at work when you go into labor, you try to keep yourself from pushing but you feel the burning of the head slowly spreading you open, you double over and everyone sees up your skirt, your white panties now see-through thanks to the birthing fluids and they all get to see your baby's head just starting to crown.

I shouldn't have gone to work that day, I was on maternity leave and was one week overdue when my manager called asking me to serve tables just for today as they were understaffed, and being the people pleaser that I am I said yes.

So there I was feeling my belly contract as I walked from table to table "hnnng fuck" I grunted, the pain had been getting worse, as well as the urge to push, but I couldn't give in, not in front of everyone.

"hey Dave could you get this tray to table 9, I have to go to the toilet" I said to my colleague as I clutched my belly "sure thing Sarah" I nodded to his response and quickly ran to the bathroom to feel my dilation.

As I closed the stall door behind me I felt a sudden feeling of wetness on my lips and inner thighs as fluids gushed of me "oh fuck" I exclaimed as I realized my waters had broke, the pressure was getting worse as I felt my baby's head pressing on my cervix.

Luckily it didn't soak my uniform's skirt but my panties were drenched, and I couldn't remove them unless I wanted to give everyone a show "hnnng why do the skirts have to be so shooort" I grunted as another contraction hit me and I instinctively pushed with it.

As I felt my baby's head slowly slip past my cervix there was a knock on the door "hey Sarah we need you out there more people are coming in, are you done?" It was the manager "huu yeah be out in a sec" I answered.

I exited the bathroom to see that the restaurant was almost completely full "hmm this'll be a long shift, I hope you take it slow" I muttered rubbing my belly before I went back to taking orders.

The evening went on and I felt my baby making her way down my birth canal and I noticed some customers peeking under my skirt at my soaked panties "I hope they're not too noticeable" I thought to myself not realising that my lips were clearly visible through the now see-through underwear.

As I wrote down an order for a family I was suddenly hit by another contraction "mmmmnnngg" I grunted as I pushed, feeling my daughter's head right behind my vulva, their son went "hey mommy she reminds me of when you had Abbie" "shh don't be rude Johnny" she scolded him.

My face reddened at the exchange and at the painful feeling of my lips bulging out "ehm will that be all?" I asked desperately hoping that it would be "actually could I see the dessert menu?" The father asked.

I passed him the paper with all our desserts on it, as he and the rest of his family checked out the desserts I felt the urge to push again "hmmm already?!" I muttered to myself giving a small push causing my lips to open up making me want to scream.

As I bit my tongue to suppress any noises I'd make the kid dropped the fork "miiss could you get it please?" I did my best to smile and nodded, as I knelt forward to pick it up I felt my skirt ride up exposing my now see through panties.

"lady there's something coming out of you down there" the smallest kid went making me feel incredibly ashamed, I decided to quickly squat to cover my spreading lips, it was an awful idea as the quick change to a squatting position made the baby slip downwards spreading my lips even more, this time I couldn't contain my scream.

"huuuuaaaaaaa" I cried out as my labias burned, everyone in the restaurant turning their gaze towards me as I pushed "hnnnnnngggghaaa" I yelled, my baby now almost crowning.

I desperately tried to get up but as soon as I stood I leaned against the booth exposing my panties with the head right behind them to everyone "mmmmmmmnnnnAAAAAAAA" at this point I didn't care I screamed as I pushed feeling my lips stretch to their max.

I whimpered and cried as everyone looked at me "hmmmmgggggghaaa haaa haaa" I pushed again as the contraction were now right after one another, this push caused the head to come out tenting my drenched undergarments.

I breathed and regained energies to prepare to push out my baby as the more sympathetic onlookers approached to help "haaa haaa haaa" I panted as my hand went to move my now useless panties aside.

My uterus contracted harder than ever before forcing me into a squat for my final push "nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggghhhhaaaa" I cried out as my daughter slipped out of me onto the cold marbled floor of the restaurant.

"see mom exactly like you with Abbie" the kid, who's existence I had forgot about said, as his blushing mother got up to help me, needless to say after this event I asked to be moved to another restaurant.

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For the birth denial asks, what about going to a play or performance and you're in labor the whole time, but you're sucking it up because it's your partners birthday and they really wanted to see it, but your water breaks/ you feel the urge to push just after the last intermission ends

Anon!!!! You beautiful person! This is my fav thing ever and I swear I’ve submitted this exact request to other birth fic writers on here before I started doing my own. So so happy to have gotten this ask. Thank you!!!!

Theatre Birth

We had booked the tickets a year ago; it was a limited run at our local theatre, guest starring our favourite actress, and it just happened to coincide with your birthday. We simply had to get tickets to see this play. So I offered to buy the tickets and we could make a celebratory night of it.

But then I got pregnant.

We completely forgot about the show with all the excitement of the pregnancy, until about two weeks beforehand when we received the tickets in the post. It was awfully close to my due date. You offered to cancel the tickets, or see if we could resell them, but we were both still desperately excited to see this limited performance while we could. I assured you I still wanted to go, it was your birthday treat and we would be fine. First babies are never early.

I didn’t tell you about the braxton hicks contractions that plagued me the day before, or the fact I’d lost my mucus plug that morning. You were too excited; it was your birthday, you had a baby on the way and you would be seeing your favourite actress that evening. I couldn’t spoil your joy, especially not for false and practice labour pains. I just had to ride them out and let you enjoy your day. I’d tell you tomorrow.

I’d managed to hide the grimaces of pain throughout the day, but when we got to the theatre the cramps were coming at such regular intervals I was forced to consider this might actually be the real thing. But we were here now and labour took hours before there would be any need to go to the hospital, so I didn’t say anything. You pulled my arm eagerly through the theatre, excitement sparkling in your eyes for this evening’s performance. Holding my heavy bump, I plastered on my best smile and waddled behind you to find the row with our seats.

The old theatre seats were upholstered in a rough red velvet that itched the backs on my legs and the size of the seats were not designed with pregnant people in mind. Needless to say I was far from comfortable. You flicked through the programme and opened your box of sweets, in a world of your own as we waited for the show to start. I shifted in my seat and rubbed the ache in my lower belly, my bump spread over the tops of my legs because the seat was too narrow to allow it to fully sit between my thighs as it usually did. Another contraction struck and I hissed through my teeth but at the same time the music started abruptly so my flinch was left unnoticed.

I’d thought seeing the play would be a great distraction from the aches and twinges, but as the waves of pain crashed with more and more intensity I couldn’t pay attention to what was happening on stage. The seat was agonisingly uncomfortable, I was sweating in my outfit, and I was regretting all my choices that had led me here. After a long hour and a half Act One eventually finished. You helped me up out of the low chair so I could make a quick dash to the toilet, with the baby so big and so active I was surprised I’d lasted the duration of the first act.

There was a long line for ladies, standard in the small theatre, but as I felt the telltale cramping of the next contraction I pulled the pregnancy card and skipped ahead of the queue. I just felt so full; my belly was tight, the baby was low, and there was so much pressure. I panted silently through the contraction as I sat on the toilet and just as it was coming to an end I felt something give and a splash echoed from the porcelain.

Oh my god, that was my waters… I thought to myself.

I sat there, a little in shock, breathing slowly to calm myself. It's okay. I’ll just clean myself up, head back to our seats to tell you, and then we could make a quick and subtle exit before the play resumed. By the time I had exited the bathroom and awkwardly shuffled along the row to get back to our seats the lights in the theatre were already starting to dim - the next Act was beginning. You offered a hand to help me get back into the chair and I don’t know why but I took it and sat back down on the itchy seat. The music started before I could tell you my waters had just broken, with everyone around us back in their assigned seats all sitting in the dark and facing the bright lights of the stage. Now completely stuck in the middle of a row I couldn’t bring myself to tell you - we couldn’t get leave now, it would mean asking about 15 people to move in order to allow my heavy and labouring body to exit the row and attracting all manner of unwanted attention. Rubbing my contracting belly, I took a deep breath. I just had to get through act two and then you and I could head straight for the hospital after the play. Everything would be fine.

~•~

It was not fine.

Without the cushioning of my waters the baby’s head was rammed against my dilating cervix. The contractions were hitting me every few minutes and I was surprised I hadn’t yet cried out from the pain. I tried to do little things to ease the pain, shifting in my seat or rubbing my belly, but the movement seemed to attract the annoyed glances from people around us. If I just stayed still and breathed through the pain, I was sure I could make it through. Occasionally you’d glance at me, checking I was enjoying the show, and I tried my best to smile through my gritted teeth.

But everything changed when the need to push presented itself. I pulled a sudden sharp gasp and my eyes widened with panic. You softly turned to look at me and your face fell at seeing the pained and panicked expression on mine.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You whispered in my ear.

“Hooo- nothing…” I breathed quietly, ignoring all my body’s cues that I might need to start pushing.

You placed a hand on my bump and felt the solid and tense surface beneath your fingers. “Are you having contractions?”

“I’m fine… hoooo… just- hold my hand.” I said, determined not to make a scene or attract attention.

Grabbing your hand I turned back to the stage, signalling you to do the same. I could do this, it wouldn’t be much longer and then we can leave quietly. Just breathe and don’t push, I told myself.

I managed to make it through half a dozen more contractions, breathing steadily and squeezing your hand whenever they hit. I could see in my peripheral vision your head turning anxiously towards me whenever I gripped your hand tight. The play felt like it was dragging on and on and on. Surely it had to end soon. The next contraction began to seize, I took a deep breath and released it slowly through the pain but the pressure was quickly building to astronomical heights. I was biting my lips to stop myself making any noise but the occasional whimper slipped through. Without control or permission I felt my body suddenly push. My fingers curled around your hand, my nails digging deep into your skin as I beared down.

Your head snapped towards me and saw my face scrunched and my chin on my chest.

“Oh my god are you pushing?!?!” You stuttered.

I could only gulp a breath as my body pushed again. The baby was right there and I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My legs parted instinctively as I slumped in the chair and lifted my knees. I could feel my lips start to open, forced apart as the head pushed its way out. And yet I remained silent, with only the occasional muted grunt sounding from my throat from a baby that was desperate to be born.

“Stop… y-you can’t be pushing. You’re not in labour… are you?” You were frazzled, unsure what to do. The performers were still on stage, the show continuing, unaware of the new life that was soon to enter the world.

I let go of your hand and scrambled to pull the fabric of my dress up. Diving beneath the clothing I put a hand between my thighs and I felt through my underwear the large round shape of the baby’s head poking out. “Fuck….” I gritted under my breath.

Unable to fully speak or explain, I just grabbed your hand and placed it on the partially crowned head. “Baby’s-coming…mnghhhhhh….” I grunted and succumbed to another push, bearing down uncontrollably with a primal need to birth right here right now.

People around us were starting to notice, but I could pay them no mind. The baby slipped further and further out with every push, filling your hand that had remained between my legs. The full crown was reached in a matter of agonising seconds and then with a sudden loud grunt the head popped out.

It was only then I became aware of the silence and the fact the people on stage had halted their performance and were staring.

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Surrogate Fetish

Any other ladies out there get soaking wet when you think about getting pregnant and carrying a baby for someone else then having to give birth for them?

I want to be completely pampered all throughout, growing a big, healthy belly and baby for the intended parents while I stay mostly in bed eating. Once labor starts, I want everything to change. I'm your property, tell me what positions I can be in and when to push. Have all your friends come over and watch me deliver, naked and spreading on the floor. Tell me to hold that huge crown so you can get all the pictures you need. Same time next year?

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rb this post if you’re a nsfw blog who’s trans/nb friendly!!

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Here massive belly deflated dramatically when all the fluid gushes as the baby comes out 🤤 added a slowed replay at the end because I’m obsessed with it!