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gimme-dat-belly · 3 months ago

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Crowded Street

“Wow, you look like you’re ready to start pushing that thing out any second now!”

The voice came from right next to me as I walked down the street, and somehow I knew that they were addressing me. I spun toward where I could swear it had come from, but found only the sea of faces that was the busy street on a weekend. I tried to find someone looking too smug, someone suspicious, but everything was just a press of color and noise.

I shook my head, trying to dismiss the throwaway words that shouldn’t have been bothering me to this degree. I passed by a store window, and took a moment to examine myself. Nope, no pregnant belly here, just like it was this morning. Just a five-foot-five seventeen-year-old girl, a few months into my senior year, my midsection largely flat, though with just a bit of softness to it.

I took a moment to appreciate my appearance, as I’d been feeling especially attractive since I got out of the shower this morning. My B cups breasts were especially perky, my skin a pleasant, warm shade of brown, my black hair still short as we entered fall. I was wearing a cute t shirt, skinny jeans, and a nice pair of shoes. All said I wasn’t exactly sexy, but I felt pretty darn cute. I didn’t normally pride myself of my appearance, but… today had felt special.

Still… that quick phrase still wouldn’t leave my mind. I didn’t know why someone would say that, they must have just been trying to be jerks. I continued walking down the street, looking through windows and just enjoying the sounds of the bustling crowd around me.

I just couldn’t shake this strange feeling, however, no matter how much I tried to distract myself. An odd tension deep inside at the core of my being, like something was being pulled at or stretched. As I kept up my wandering it steadily got stronger, until I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I walked into a store and found a quiet corner, then lifted my shirt, trying to make sure everything was ok.

The dark skin of my formerly flat belly was protruding, just a teeny bit. It was barely noticeable, and I wasn’t sure if I wasn’t just letting my mind play tricks on me with how anxious I felt. Then, I gasped as a strange cramp tightened its grip on me. I actually could see my muscles tighten, my form pulling in on itself, toward my center.

“Wh-what the hell was that?” I whispered to myself, after the squeezing pain faded. “It was like… No, that’s impossible. I’m obviously not pregnant, I’ve never even had sex. There’s no way I’m having contractions. That would be silly. It must just be a stomach ache or something.”

Dismissing the mounting tightness I could feel faintly starting to build once more, I smoothed out my shirt over my strongly hard-feeling midriff and left, focusing on enjoying the rest of my shopping.

Bit by bit, things kept getting stranger, and the words from that unseen person refused to leave my mind. I kept having cramps. They weren’t very close together or particularly strong, but they growing in strength, and the time between was shrinking with each one. They were still quite some time apart, and I could mostly just tough through them, but… I really wished the spasms would stop. I tried to figure out what I’d eaten that could have made my stomach so upset.

That, and what was causing this much bloating. Even more subtly than the annoying cramps, the tiny bump in my midriff began to swell. I kept unconsciously reaching down and fiddling with the hem of my shirt as it began to be tugged up over my growing belly. The bulge was beneath my navel, just above my pubic mound, but it seemed to be growing up just as much as out. I could feel the… what had to be gas, taking up more space, stretching and tugging at my muscles, causing me to expand more as time went on.

My shirt was tugged up over my increasingly impossible to ignore condition. At first my dark brown skin was barely peeking out from under the pastel colored cloth, but it wasn’t long before the sliver had grown until more of the alarming bulge was showing than not.

The cramps were getting worse and more frequent as well. I began to feel a strange pressure inside me, something pushing down relentlessly. As the spasms got stronger, so too did that feeling of something just PUSHING, unendingly, trying to… I don’t know what.

Over the course of hours, as I tried to deny and ignore that anything was abnormal, my navel was inched to the front of my impressively swollen midsection. From there, my bellybutton was gradually pulled flat, before being forced outward by whatever was filling me.

Worse, the cramps were getting impossible to ignore. They were getting strong enough that I had to stop moving when they clamped down, forcing myself to control my breathing, holding my rock-hard orb and inhaling through my nose, out through my mouth.

My chest had been swelling as well. I started to feel wetness, but decided not to investigate. Whatever was happening, it was secondary to this allergic reaction. Furthermore, between my legs was… well… sensitive. I could feel my panties against my feminine lips, and as I continued waddling through the busy streets, the feeling of my underwear dragging against my damp privates was increasingly difficult to ignore.

Finally, I was huffing in forced breaths as another powerful spasm gripped me in an iron grasp, the feeling of something big pressing hard deep within me. I was overwhelmed, scared. I didn’t want to call the hospital, scared of what they would tell me. Scared of what they would do, or make me do.

I couldn’t, I couldn’t be a mother, I was a virgin, had never even had a boyfriend. And worse, the local school system made you drop out if you got pregnant, something about increasing the quality of parents for the next generation or something dumb like that. It always seemed to backwards and ignorant, but it seemed easy to avoid dealing with. Just don’t get knocked up. But this… it felt like…

No. It was impossible. This didn’t just HAPPEN, not just because someone said something weird to you on the street. This was a dream, or something unrelated, this couldn’t be…

“I’ve been watching you all day. You’ve been doing so good, you’re so beautiful.” That same voice, coming from… damnit, why couldn’t I figure out where it was coming from, it was like it was in three opposite directions! “No point in fighting or denying it anymore hon, you know what’s about to happen, what you’re about to become. I’m sure you’ll do a marvelous job raising your newborn. Now just give in and let it happen. Let your baby be born.

“Push mommy.”

I opened my mouth to reply, to snarl out a denial or an insult, but all I managed to do was wail in fear and pain as a contraction ripped across my life-filled belly, and a quiet pop came from inside me. Seconds later, clear fluid poured from my over-sensitive girlhood, soaking my underwear, my tight jeans, dripping down my thighs and making a strong smelling puddle beneath me.

I slowly dropped to my knees as people walked passed, giving me strange looks as I gulped in panicked breaths, feeling my cervix being forced wider by the head of the baby that shouldn’t be there. I was probably fully dilated, I’d been in labor ever since this thing had even started to grow inside me.

I couldn’t believe it, this was impossible, this COULDN’T have happened, not to me, not like this! But once more, a powerful cramp rippled across my aching, drum tight womb, and I felt the primal need that most women experience in their life. The need to open my legs wide and push. The need to give birth.

It was irresistible, undeniable, but I fought it a little longer. I reached down a trembling hand, tugging at the zipper of my jeans, the snap having popped open quite some time ago without me even realizing it. Gripping the edges of the fabric, I struggled to get my pants and panties down, to clear the way for my unasked for offspring.

I tried to breathe through the next relentless spasm, but couldn’t help pushing slightly, feeling the head sliding into my birth canal as I moaned. Down, over my thighs, to my knees, I tugged my clothes down. I had intended to fully remove them, but just as I sat back and fumbled with my shoes it all became too much. Sitting back, being forced to open my legs wide as my soaked jeans and undies slipped down my skin, feeling the breeze on my naked, swollen, overheated gender, I only managed to get my shoes off before I had to give in utterly to my feminine nature.

My socks still on my feet, pants and panties around my ankles, my dark skin glistening with sweat and birthing fluids, I began to push with the overwhelming pain, throwing my head back and screaming at both the horrible sensations and how helpless I had been made.

Now people were staring. They took in my teenage body with appreciative murmurs or grumbling contempt, muttering about another idiot teen who couldn’t keep her legs closed putting on another slutty show, or groaning that this was so sexy, that they‘ve never seen a black girl push out a baby before, that they couldn’t wait.

I knew nobody would call the hospital. That’s not how things were done here. I myself had watched classmates that I’d looked down on for their ignorance, screaming in pain and fear as they gave in to their need to push out their baby, or dropped into a deep squat and started laying a clutch of eggs. Had laughed and sneered along with every else, even sometimes found parts of it a bit hotter than I wanted to admit to myself.

Now it was me trying to pull my ankles apart, thighs quivering as I struggled to deliver for the enjoyment of a judgmental crowd, exposed and ashamed and confused at how I ended up here like this. Tears of embarrassment ran down my face as I felt the head slipping down my tunnel, gasping as I felt it starting to strain against my hymen.

I knew that by the time Monday rolled around, everyone at school will have watched me give birth in front of the maternity clothing store in the shopping district. All my friends and enemies will have watched my own unwanted baby take my virginity as it emerged, which it was doing right now.

I shook my head as I fought my own body, the force of my labor putting even more strain of the fragile skin, a sharp ache radiating from within me. But at last it was too much, and I had to give in, shrieking in shame and pain as my maidenhead tore around the massive head of the thing inside me.

The next big push made good progress as I grunted, fingers curling into tight fists as I tried to get this awful ordeal done and over with, knowing that every push brought me closer to motherhood, closer to being expelled, closer to my life being ruined forever. But I couldn’t even begin to resist, not anymore. As the contraction ended, I could feel the head resting just behind my slit, the skin straining.

I could hear the voices again, whispering that I was bulging, that the head must be huge, that this was unbelievably sexy. I reached down, cupping my gender and feeling the hot, damp, oversensitive skin. I was stretched tight, on the very cusp of opening, it would just take one more big push.

I didn’t want to be a mommy.

I had no choice but to become a mommy.

I had to push.

My toes curled within my socks, and I cried out in agony and defeat as I began to feel a fiery ache burn over my feminine lips. My gender was opening, parting in a teardrop shape, my clit within its hood resting just over the thinnest part, the head becoming visible between my legs.

I gulped in air as people reacted to this latest development, cameras flashing and rendering every exposed inch of my dark skin perfectly illuminated for all. Another terrible contraction, another helpless push, and the teardrop began to warp out of shape. My slit was spreading into a massive, agonizing circle as the ring of fire grew, my girlhood opening wide to try and pass the head.

I sobbed, begging people not to look, or to help, or to do anything but watch eagerly as I fought to give birth. But nobody lifted a finger, only capturing every traumatic moment of my most vulnerable and helpless moment for everyone to see, making what was already an ordeal a million times worse.

Crying out, I bore down once more, my ankles straining against the tough fabric as I tried to open my legs even wider, the head inching forward. I was crowning, my child was going to be born weather I wanted it or not. It was inevitable, it was now impossible for me to escape motherhood. All I could do was give in and push.

I could feel my lips straining. I was going too fast, trying to get this over with as quickly as possible, not giving myself time to stretch. But it hurt so bad, I couldn’t hold back, couldn’t just wait while more all-powerful spasms held me, trying to fight my primal instinct to birth.

I could hear people gasping as my unasked for offspring continued forward, my gender getting tighter as more of my baby crowned. I could feel a powerful throbbing ache at the base of my girlhood, and knew what was coming. The throbbing became stabs of pain as the skin struggled to compensate as I continued bearing down relentlessly, not resting, not trying to fight it.

And then… I screamed in fear and agony as I felt myself tear. My poor virgin gender, starting to rip as the thing I’d been forced to gestate made its way from my body. From there, another push forced the wound to grow slightly. Then I gasped in some air before making it even worse when the need to push came back.

I had so much further to go than I thought. I was being pulled so wide, I couldn’t bear it, the tear was inching down toward my anus, some people were asking if they should get me help, but others seemed to think this was even more exciting. I was sure this was it, there was no way I could do this, no way I could survive, the head would never be out, I would just push and push and never be done, never give birth…

And then, at long last, the agonizing pressure of my feminine slit being held beyond its limits faded. With a gush of fluid, the head slipped forward. I had gotten the head out. It was almost over, finally.

I laid back for a bit, recovering some energy, moaning in discomfort as the body rotated within me. Then, once more, it was time.

The shoulders were even wider. One big push, and they were straining my opening, just behind my skin. Another, and I could feel I was right on the cusp of getting this thing out of me at long last. Then… I shrieked as my wound grew one last time, the shoulders slipping from my girlhood in a hot, wet surge of motion, the rest of the child following immediately after.

Someone called “It’s a girl!” I’m not sure if that made it better or worse. If it was a boy, then it would be some monster that would hurt another girl just like I’d been hurt. But a little girl will someday go through this same thing. It was only a matter of time before someone forced her to become a mommy too, weather she wanted it or not.

Sobbing, I realized I couldn’t bear the thought of someone hurting my little baby girl, even if I hadn’t wanted her, been raging at how she was ruining my life only a few moments ago. My maternal instincts were kicking in with unnatural strength, probably as part of whatever terrible magic had forced me to endure this in the first place. I tried to resist, but at last, I reached down, picking up my baby.

She was… she was beautiful. I could tell she looked just like me. My eyes traced the cord protruding from the tiny things bellybutton, following it down in between my legs. She came from me… she was mine…

My baby…

I was a mommy…

I tugged my shirt and bra off, sitting almost entirely exposed on the sidewalk now, my pants and panties around my ankles and my socks the closest thing I had to clothing still being on. My daughter latched onto my swollen, sensitive breast immediately, and feeling the child I’d gone through so much to deliver drink from me, knowing I was feeding her, nurturing her…

I hated what the hormones were doing to me, hated what all of this meant. The world began to spin as I heard people at last calling the ambulance. I scooted to the wall and leaned against it, holding my newborn little girl to my breast as she continued suckling, and let myself fade away. I would likely wake up in the hospital, all stitched up and surrounded by angry, judgmental people. But for now… for now, I could rest.

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Blog #1 - Graduation Night

The first month after the event was rough. Cleaning my room from the blood splatter wasn’t easy and none of the clothes fit anymore… well, not really, but it’s more like all of them are oversized now. A wardrobe overhaul will be needed when I go to college. The good thing was that school’s pretty much over and the only thing left to do is the graduation ceremony tomorrow.

Dad is still avoiding me, but mom’s been working hard to help him go through the process, as well as helping me go through the new life as a girl. Melody, she didn’t reply for a couple days after the incident, until we met again at the cafe. Her demonic appearance was pretty much gone and she was back to her old self. She still felt a bit of remorse for the incident, but I assured her that I have forgiven (and even thanked) her for it.

Our relationship has been mended in the past month, and I was even thinking of going to the same college as hers. We did get a couple community colleges to choose from, so… wherever she goes, I’ll follow.

As for the pregnancy… Being pregnant in the first month was as difficult as people says. The nausea, morning sickness, etc. But I can already feel something growing inside me. Funnily enough, I had been on a pregnancy and birth video binge lately and… I have to admit that I may have a kink for this, so knowing that I am going to go through the whole process has turned into an… fun experience.

But for now, just for tomorrow, I’m going to the ceremony as Jeremy, one last time.. Hope everything goes well and my old bros won't find out about my drastic change.

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Chapter 0 - Birthday Surprise

(CONTENT WARNING: Human to Demon TF, Male to Female TF, involuntary pregnancy)

I looked at my upper body in the mirror, thinking about how nice it would be if there’s breasts around my chest. And my body, while still slim and normal, just doesn’t feel right without the sexy curve. And down there… well, it felt like there’s something that sticks out that shouldn’t be. I took a deep sigh before there was a knock on the door… It’s mom. “Jeremy, lunch is ready. How much longer until your girlfriend and her parents arrive?” She asked. I checked my phone and… “15 minutes. There’s a bit of traffic, unfortunately.” I responded. “Okay… just be ready when they arrive.” She said before leaving the door.

My name is Jeremy Perkins. Today is my 18th birthday. Another birthday, another year of feeling conflicted about my body. I still remember when I feel that something wasn’t right with my body. It doesn’t feel like I was ill or something, but there’s a sense mismatch with what I am and what I should be. I bottled it up inside, thinking that this will pass… That was 8 years ago, and the feelings just became more… real. I feared about what my girlfriend thinks of me if I came out… or my parents, and friends… Maybe once I go pretty far away from my parents to college, then I can explore this feelings I have. “Just 5 months left. Hang in there.” I said to myself.

I finished up and went downstairs and waited until my girlfriend, Melody, arrived. I heard the knock on the door, opened it to see my girlfriend on the other side of the door, bringing cake, along with her… lesbian parents? The mother on the left side is sporting a short, black hair, wearing shirt and long skirt, while the mother on the right side is rocking a long blonde hair with a pretty, floral dress. “...Welcome… Please, Come in!” I greeted them and let them in. My parents were taken aback as well, but kept up the appearance for now, welcoming them. “I… didn’t know you have… lesbian parents, but then again, you never told me about your parents before.” I said quietly to Melody, watching the parents mingle in the dining room. “Well… now you know…Don’t worry, they’re awesome parents. I just hope your parents sees it too.” she said, also a bit nervous about my parents’ reaction. “Come on, you all must be hungry. Let’s eat!” My mom said, getting us to gather on the table to sit down and eat the feast.

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The lunch went great… I think. My parents let me and my girlfriend hangout separately in my room, while they entertained Melody’s parents. We talked for a bit until Melody wanted to do… “Babe… I…” I can feel and hear that she wanted something. “I want… it’s a lot to ask… but… I want you to have a baby with me… please.” She asked, pressing her head to mine close. “I… Melody…” I was… taken aback, but… “Consider this my real birthday gift to you… have both of us lose our virginity…” She said, pressing onwards. I was… instantly aroused at the proposition. “I can’t hold it anymore… I love you, Jeremy…” She said. She reached down towards my pants, clearly wanting this. “Melody… yes… a thousand times, yes!” I agreed. I tugged my pants down as she stripped her bottoms off, revealing her pussy to me for the first time… and it’s… so beautiful… like nothing I’ve ever seen before.

“Melody… you’re giving me the best gift right now…” I said, removing my underwear and revealing my cock to her. She reached out and rubbed the cock before she slowly put it inside her. “Fuck… you’re so hot right now…” I said, feeling my cock inside her. I began to thrust her, slowly but rapidly gaining speed and she began to moan loudly. Fucking never felt so good right now. “Ngh… this is so good… Ah! I felt it inside me.” Melody moaned as I shot my first load unto her. She took a brief moment to breathe, before coming down hard. “But!” She held onto my shoulders. “MORE! I NEED MORE!” She said loudly as I, and my body, agreed and continued fucking her. The pounding sounds were now icky as I can feel my cock drenched in my cum but I kept pounding, feeling that there’s some energy left to keep going for a bit more. “Give me everything, Jeremy!” She said, drowning in ecstasy. I kept going and came once more… I was really spent now. “Melody… I think this is enough… we can do this again later…” I said, wanting to pull out but Melody shushed me and gripped my shoulders hard, locking me in place so I couldn't leave. “Not enough, Jeremy… Again!” She said, demanding more cum. Her eyes seemed to be glowing… wanting, but her face is telling a different story… as if she’s trying, but failing to resist her own impulses.

I pounded some more, but I was getting drained that I was struggling to even shoot another load, and Melody’s aggressive advancement puts fear into my heart as the dynamic has changed dramatically. “Melody… I can’t… I think we should stop-..” “Yes… No… Jeremy… I can’t stop… HELP! I CAN’T FIGHT IT!” She moaned in panic as she kept moving up and down to get me to cum once more.

My body was still pounding as best as I could, my hips thrusting her until I unleashed my load one more time… but… at the same time, something felt different. “Melody… please… Please…stop! I can’t do it anymore…” I groaned in exhaustion… my voice got higher pitched, begging for this to be over, but she kept going. I was getting delirious and tired now, as Melody shifted and began to look like she’s grinding while pushing something out of her… back? “JEREMY! I CAN’T… SOMETHING IS WRONG! IT’S COMING OUT… NGH…AHHH!!” She said as I heard ripping flesh. My vision’s blurry but I could’ve sworn that I see… wings coming out of Melody, blood dripping out of it, falling onto me and my bed.

“Melody!” I screamed, still concerned about her… but she gripped harder, not letting me go, like she got a boost of energy. “Jeremy… help me… I can’t fight it…” She said as she continued to grind me. “I can’t… We’re gonna be a family… we’re gonna make a baby… Jeremy… I can’t stop it… I can’t… AHH!!” Melody said, sounding delusional, drowning in adrenaline. My body kept pounding into Melody, like a well oiled machine that’s not in my control. “Melody… something’s wrong!” I said as I could feel my cock and balls began to shrink as my body kept pounding, but the movement slowly changed. “NGH… MELODY… STOP!” I groaned… sounding with an even higher pitch now. In confusion, I tried to focus on Melody and noticed that she had changed even more. There’s a pair of horns sprouting from her forehead, blood dripping down her face and covered with blood. Her fingernail dug through my skin, piercing my shoulders.

“Jeremy… I’m sorry… I don’t know what’s happening and I can’t control it… I CAN’T!!” She screamed in fear and panic, tears falling from her now purple eyes as the movement had changed to now Melody pounding me. My genitals had somehow inverted itself and retracted inside me and something growing inside me. Then, I felt something pressing into me, thrusting me hard… the same thing I just did to her, now she did to me. It only took several thrust for Melody to shoot something deep inside me and I can feel myself getting filled. I was deep in shock as I came for the last time… and passed out from exhaustion. ----------

Melody had a bit of strength left and she pulled out of me. She saw the mirror near us and saw her demonic self, even sporting fangs. There’s no words that could describe what just happened to her so… she reached out to the only people she can trust. “Mom…” Melody said, holding her phone with her bloodied hand. “I just… did something with Jeremy and… now there’s wings and… oh god what is happening to me?!” She said on the phone, tears streaming from her eyes. Melody’s mom knew what just happened just from what she said, as it was like the first time it happened to her when she knocked up her partner. “Just hang on, sweetheart. I’ll come get you.” The blond mother said, trying to calm her down, before hanging up. She went back to the table to break the news to her partner. “It’s Melody… she just did the thing. I’m gonna help her. You know the drill.” She whispered. “Oh… Uhm… something urgent just came up and… well…” She took a deep breath. “We have to tell you… about what just happened upstairs. Just… brace yourself. It’s… gonna be a long one.” She simply said.

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gimme-dat-belly · 3 months ago

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Having the egg right at the opening at the start of your work shift, so you have to hold the egg in so you can finally deliver the egg back home.

*Sorry folks it's gonna be a long one. I got a good writing flow and idea for this.*

I knew that going into work today was probably not the smartest idea, but I needed the money and had signed on for a double shift. I started early, driving to the bakery I worked at around 7:45am. A few months ago I had signed on to help a friend out with a science project for one of their classes at our local college, which ended up being something a lot more out of the ordinary than I had initially thought.

"Human egg incubation. But not like a human egg, you have plenty of those. I found these alien eggs on the black market and need a test subject to see if these are even real. Can you help me please?" And me, being weak when it came to them, said yes. It has been 4 months since we inserted one of the eggs into my womb, at the time it was as small as a pea. They were a light green color, slightly glowing. To a normal eye, you wouldn't notice any difference with me. But I could see the beginning of a bump forming, the slight distended look of where my womb is, looking like I had just a little too much to eat. The bump was firm if I pressed against it, and I could often feel the egg shift when I moved around. It had definitely grown, I'm unsure by how much but enough for me to feel it's weight at all times.

When I pulled into the staff parking lot, I felt a sudden shift in my womb, more intense than the usual movement. Running a hand across the tiny bump, I felt to make sure that nothing was breaking before heading into work. Greeting my co-worker Annie, I moved to grab my apron when I felt a twinge deep in my belly. Placing my hand against the bump again, I felt the egg shift in a harsher way than normal. Weird, but it's not gonna stop me from getting my job done, I thought to myself as I tied on my apron and began to open up the bakery.

It wasn't even an hour into open when I had to excuse myself for a bio break, quickly rushing to the bathroom as another wave of pain washed over me. As soon as I was in a stall I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down enough to expose me stomach and underwear. Looking at my bump, I noticed it was a bit more pronounced and I could feel the egg shift again uncomfortably, holding back a groan at the feeling. But the pain wouldn't let up, a near wiggling feeling from how much the egg was shifting again the walls of my womb. Then it all came to a crest when I felt a pop like feeling, a small rush of what seems to be blue slime coming from between my legs and soaking my underwear.

"Oh, fuck me." I cursed under my breath as I grabbed some toilet paper to quickly wipe away what would be best described as my waters, really it was a mucus sac the egg had developed around itself to keep it safe. Once I was cleaned enough, I pulled my pants back up and quickly rushed to the break room to grab my phone, texting my friend that the egg was on its way. That's when it dawned on me, I had signed up for a double shift today. Realizing that I had to stall the birth of this egg as much as possible, I put back on my apron and walked back to the counter with determination: make it thought this shift without having this egg.

Not even halfway though my first shift, I realized that was easier said than done. The egg, which turns out was massive, had managed to fully get into my birth canal and weighing heavily on my hips. I was saving my groans until I was in the pantry or couldn't be heard over the espresso machines. The worst part though, is that I was so turned on by it. The hiding, the weight and feeling of the egg shifting lower and lower, and nobody else knew that I was using all my mental strength not to give in and push the massive egg out of me. Moving throughout the motions of making yet another caramel macchiato, I bent down to grab another carton of milk when the egg shot forward, resting just behind my lips. I let out a startled yelp at the feeling, Annie giving me a weird look at my sudden outburst. "Hit my head." Was all I said and she gave a nod of understanding before returning to the customer.

By 3pm, I was sweating, constantly denying my bodies cry to push practically every minute as I moved around the bakery. My confident walk had turned into a slow, almost waddle. It felt like there was a bowling ball between my legs, and with every step the feeling of the egg shifting right at my entrance was torture. But I couldn't push, not here and definitely not right before the after-school rush of students. Standing behind the counter taking orders, a regular walked up and began chatting about her annoying professor. I felt myself relax a bit, swinging into our normal conversation. Biggest mistake. Not even realizing, my body began pushing, feeling the sudden stretch of my hole making me whimper out in shock and pain. Without apologizing, I rushed to the bathroom and quickly undid my pants again, pulling my underwear down too. I could see the tiniest bit of hard, glowing green shell peaking between my lips. Running my fingers against it, I moaned out as I pushed it back in, my body protesting as I did. Once I felt safe enough, I returned to work, only for all the progress I had just undone to return, feeling my opening begin to spread again just a bit as the egg slowly shifted downward.

Finally, after two hours of feeling the egg ever so slowly stretch me open, I left work for the day and as quickly as I could rushed to my car. The second I sat down, the angle from the seat and my jeans pushed the egg back into me a bit, causing me to groan at the feeling. I pressed a hand to my throbbing cunt, feeling the slight outline of the egg though my pants. It wasn't crowning, but it was getting close. Driving home was almost as bad as working, the constant burning and subconscious pushing but the egg not being able to move due to my underwear and jeans.

I managed to get into my home with only a slight waddle, not being able to fully close me legs with the giant egg weighing between them. I didn't even try to get to my room, heading to the couch in the living room and striping off every article of clothing on my body. I pressed one hand over my pussy again, feeling the egg against my palm. It felt like it was tearing me open, at least the size of an ostrich egg, and hand more of a bumpy texture. I whimpered for hours as I squatted and tried to push the egg out of my cunt, playing with my clit to try and ease the slide out with arousal. Around 11pm, I finally got the egg to crown, crying out as it felt like I was being split open and simultaneously orgasming, managing to have the egg pop and slip free of my poor, overstretched cunt.

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gimme-dat-belly · 3 months ago

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Stretched to the limit.

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gimme-dat-belly · 3 months ago

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Orgasmic Pushing

Please be kind as this is my first audio. 🥹

apologies for being a tad quiet as well 💗

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gimme-dat-belly · 3 months ago

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Mage's Brood

Never did you imagine your skin become so taught. Three lives crammed in your womb, stretching you to your limit. You felt massive. They weren't feeling so little anymore. A gasp followed by a needy whimper passed your lips. Your bonded's calloused hands were tenderly rubbing your belly again. Gentle kisses placed everywhere you children kicked or pushed. You whimper his name, and though your belly blocked your view, you knew he was smiling.

You felt your legs part as he slid his hips next to yours. With one hand, he continued to rub your sensitive, over ripe belly, the other gripped your hip. Both of your hands move to rest on the top of your belly as your children continue to squirm. He spoke those sweet words of love to you. The hand on your belly sliding towards your closest hand. You gripped his hand and just as lovingly replied those same words of love and devotion to him.

But you knew what he wanted. And you wanted it as well. His prodded as your swollen lips with his thick dick. Another? You might just burst! But you were so needy. You bucked your hips and granted him permission. A deep moan followed as he entered. He was gentle but managed to hit every spot.

You whimpered and clenched down around him. How did having such a tightly packed womb turn you on so much. You wanted to stay full. More kicks, your children squirmed as you wrapped one arm around your middle. You hips buck's against your mate, urging him onward. Both of his hands went to your hips. Each thrust was more desperate than the last as he filled every inch of your tunnel. You threw your head back and arched your back in ecstasy.

Another. Another. More. You gasped sharply as you felt him ejaculate. Both of your hands went to your belly. As you panted and waited. It didn't take long as it happened a third time. Your belly began to slowly swell under your hands. You watched in a mixture of awe and slight fear as a fourth babe joined its siblings in your womb. A soft whimper escaped your throat as you rubbed your over taxed belly. Your lover placed a gentle kiss on your flattened belly button. So full, too full even. Your belly now towered over you. Far past due, perhaps now stretching past overdue.

Your mate looked pleased with himself. Mercifully, he pulled out and refocused his attention on you. A deep kiss was shared, both of you lovingly caressing your belly. Another month of growth and now with four passengers. And that was if you stopped you here. When you had agreed to help him re-populate the tribe of mages, you figured it would be a slow one at a time ordeal.

A flurry of kicks, your brood was clearly fighting for space and to find comfortable positions in such a cramped space. It took several tries and some assistance from your mate before you could sit up. Your belly extended far past your lap now and was attempting to reach your knees. Reaching your arms around your quintuplet sized belly, your fingertips couldn't grace each other anymore.

He sat behind you, and you happily rested your strained back against him. You risked asking what the biggest brood had been. Twelve he claimed as he rubbed your tummy. You were shocked you could hold four. All of them, so big and strong as well. And those sweet loving whispers he speak into your ear. It might become five before your waters break.

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gimme-dat-belly · 3 months ago

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Pics of my gf’s OC Mary from her book “The Magican”, I miss drawing her

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gimme-dat-belly · 4 months ago

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If you could choose, how many babies would you put in me? Would you draw out the act, or make it fast? Would you be rough, or gentle? How many times a day would you plow into me, after you've claimed me so thoroughly? Would you make me call you daddy? Would you make me walk around the house in nothing but see-through, skimpy underwear, or the apron to a maid dress that can't hide my stretching stomach?

I wouldn't mind being forever pregnant for you...

As many as you could take, I could fantasise of you carrying a brood of stirring babies inside of you.. you'd begin wearing something but it wouldn't be long before underwear is the only thing that fits, until that doesn't..

You wouldn't be moving very far given the size you would become, the most basic tasks becoming pretty well impossible to the point of you becoming immobile.

Pinned under the sheer size of your bloated, heaving belly filled with babies stirring and rippling the surface of your stretched belly.

Yes, you being pregnant forever is exactly what I desire, and I'm sure you do too.

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gimme-dat-belly · 4 months ago

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Dreamer's Ideas #4

Imagine...

You're 37 weeks with twins and impossibly pregnant. Your entire frame is dominated by the swollen mountain that is your womb. Even your amply-expanded breasts pale in comparison to the globe of a belly you've grown to host our children inside.

And here you are, winning your third pregnant bikini contest of the summer. You'd been happy to flaunt your figure before, but now you were compelled to show off—to make everyone aware of how well you'd made love to me and grew massive with our babies.

We made a deal at 30 weeks: each bikini contest you entered would get you dinner at your favorite restaurant and all the lustful desires of your heart for a whole night. And for each one you won, I promised to get you pregnant again in the future.

Now we're holding each other, celebrating your third win in a row, knowing deep down what I'll give you for your reward. That, and the fact that you've got four more contests lined up for the next two weeks—and you have no plans to lose.

Your calendar is full, and now that you're having your way—you will be, too, as long as you're able.

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gimme-dat-belly · 4 months ago

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Amelia's Journey: Three Miracles in One Afternoon

+18 Graphic Depictions of Birth, Contractions, Childbirth Pain, Sexual Themes, Birth Denial, Multiple Births

World count: 5k+

This is my first writing here on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it! If you have any ideas for future writings, feel free to share them—I’d be happy to write them!

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Amelia was at a critical point, overdue and ready to give birth at any moment. Her belly, now round and heavy, was a constant presence, a reminder of the three little ones growing inside her.

Every morning, upon waking up, she felt extra pressure in the lower part of her abdomen, as if the lives inside her were about to burst out at any moment. Physical exhaustion was already a familiar companion: her feet were swollen, and her breasts, always sensitive, were now fuller and heavier than ever. Breast milk had already begun to produce, and Amelia had grown used to the feeling of her full, heavy breasts.

That afternoon, Amelia stood in front of the mirror, carefully observing her abdomen. The taut, shiny skin was becoming increasingly evident, marked with fine lines that indicated the expansion of her body to make room for the three children she carried.

After a moment of introspection, Amelia decided to take a warm bath to relax. She slowly undressed, admiring her reflection in the mirror. Her belly was round and prominent, and her breasts were larger and more sensitive than ever. She felt drawn to her own reflection, admiring how her body had transformed.

As she immersed herself in the hot water, Amelia allowed her hand to explore her body. She began to caress her breasts, feeling how the skin tightened under her touch. Her nipples hardened, and Amelia felt a shiver run down her back. Breast milk began to flow gently.

With a more intimate movement, Amelia allowed her hand to slide towards her vagina. Her fingers glided smoothly over her lips, feeling the moisture and warmth of her body. Amelia began to move her hand with more intensity, touching her clitoris and feeling how pleasure grew inside her. Each movement was like a caress that made her feel alive and connected to her own body.

Just as Amelia began to feel greater pleasure, the babies inside her seemed to wake up. They began to move with more force, their soft but insistent kicks like a rhythm accompanying her breathing.

As she continued masturbating, the movements of the babies became more intense. They seemed to be dancing to the rhythm of her pleasure. The hot water seemed to envelop her in a layer of sensuality, and each movement was like an explosion of pleasure inside her.

Finally, when Amelia was about to reach climax, she began to feel a different sensation. Her body tensed, and a soft but firm contraction ran through her abdomen. Amelia paused for a moment, feeling how her body reacted. The contraction intensified, and Amelia knew something was changing. The babies seemed ready to be born, and her body was preparing for labor.

Amelia got out of the bathtub with slow and calculated movements. She dried herself calmly, feeling the slight tickle of water dripping down her skin while her belly pulsed with intermittent tension. She knew her body was preparing, but convinced she still had time, she didn't let herself be rushed.

She opened the closet and took the closest clothes: a soft fabric blouse that barely covered her swollen belly and tight black jeans that, with some effort, she managed to put on. The tight fabric pressed a bit on her abdomen, but she decided to ignore it. "It's just for a while," she told herself, sliding her swollen feet into a pair of comfortable sneakers.

With a mental list in hand, she grabbed the keys and left the house with a firm step. She had to go to the mall before labor progressed too much. "Everything under control," she kept repeating to herself.

She got into her car and started the engine. As she drove, she felt another contraction, this time more defined. It wasn’t too painful, but enough to make her furrow her brow. She let out a sigh and forced herself to relax her shoulders. "It’s normal," she thought, keeping her eyes on the road.

The drive was short, but as she went on, the contractions began to follow a more consistent rhythm. They were no longer just a passing annoyance; each one came with a bit more intensity and lasted long enough to make her adjust her posture in the seat. When she finally reached the parking lot of the mall, the pressure in her belly was unmistakable. She maneuvered the car carefully, looking for a spot near the entrance. Just as she turned the wheel to park, a sudden and fierce contraction hit her hard.

—“MMMH…!” —She gasped, gripping the steering wheel with both hands. The pain spread throughout her abdomen, leaving her momentarily paralyzed. She shut her eyes tightly, feeling her body tense up completely. Her breathing became erratic as she waited for the wave to pass. But then, a muffled sound and a strange sense of relief surprised her.

An instant later, she felt a sudden warmth and wetness spreading between her legs. The tight fabric of her jeans soaked through in an instant, and a shiver ran down her back. Amelia opened her eyes, stunned, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked down and saw the clear liquid beginning to darken the fabric of her black jeans, trickling down to the car seat.

She was thankful, at least, for choosing black pants; they hid what had just happened quite well. However, the reality was undeniable: her water had broken, and things were progressing faster than she had anticipated.

A sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head against the car headrest. "It wasn’t my best idea to go out..." she thought, but since she was already there, she wasn’t going to leave empty-handed. She still needed supplies, and as long as she could walk, she would make the most of the time.

She mustered up some courage and opened the car door. As soon as her feet hit the ground and she stood up, a new contraction hit her hard, making her bend slightly and let out a soft gasp of pain.

—“Ahhhh ooohhhh...” —she exhaled, closing her eyes and leaning on the door to steady herself.

The change in pressure as she stood up made the sensation intensify. Her belly felt tense, as hard as a rock, and the sharp pain in her back spread to her hips. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain composure. "Just go in, buy quickly, and go home," she told herself, though deep down she knew her time was running out.

Amelia slowly made her way to the mall entrance, forcing a smile as she tried to ignore the growing discomfort. Each step she took was like a reminder of what was happening inside her body. The contractions were coming more frequently now, and every time the pressure increased, she could feel the baby pushing downward, pressing against her cervix, slowly dilating it. It was as if her body was preparing the ground for what was inevitably going to happen.

As she crossed the threshold of the baby supply store, a new contraction hit her. This time, it wasn’t just an annoyance; the pain concentrated in her pelvis and lower abdomen. Amelia briefly leaned on the shopping cart, gripping it tightly to stay upright. Her eyes closed for a moment as she took a deep breath, and when the contraction passed, she continued on her way, although the discomfort was growing more than she would like to admit.

She began walking through the aisles, quickly picking up what she needed. Gauze, towels, a couple of essential oils... everything she thought would be useful during the home birth. But with every item she put in the cart, the pressure became more unbearable. Each contraction hit her with a new force, and, unintentionally, the pain intensified more and more.

As she bent down to grab a pack of wipes from the lowest shelf, a wave of pain made her stop. The baby seemed to push downward, and the effort of bending down accelerated the process. Amelia clenched her teeth, letting out a stifled sigh. She could feel the weight of the contraction pressing against her cervix, as if it were slowly opening, dilating at its own pace.

When she straightened up, the next contraction hit her harder. The pain ran through her from head to toe, and a sudden heat made her sweat. She leaned against the shelf, breathing heavily as she tried to relax. Every movement, every breath, seemed to make the baby push more and more. The pressure in her pelvis increased, and she knew she didn’t have much time left.

She tried to focus, ignoring the sharp pain that made her feel as though her whole body were giving way. She needed to be prepared, and that could only happen if she collected what she still needed. However, as she bent down again to grab a pack of diapers, she felt as though something inside her was giving way. A sharp pain pierced through her, and her body reacted on its own, pushing forcefully against her cervix, opening it even more.

"Come on, Amelia," she told herself, forcing herself to stay focused. But as she stood up, a new wave of pain almost made her drop to her knees. The process was accelerating, and with every contraction, she felt like her body was pushing her closer to that imminent moment. Every time she bent down, the pain increased, but all she could think about was finishing what she had started, making sure everything was ready when the time came. However, with every movement, the contractions became more intense, and Amelia knew that the birth was not far off. She could no longer ignore it: her babies were already on their way.

Amelia took another step, but this time, the sensation was different. Something changed inside her. The pressure increased to such an extent that, in the middle of a more intense contraction, she felt a strange and definitive sensation. It wasn’t just pressure, nor pain... It was the first baby moving, advancing. She could clearly feel her child’s head passing through her cervix and beginning to descend into the birth canal.

The calm she had managed to maintain up until that point completely shattered. She could no longer ignore what was happening: her baby was about to be born. Her heart rate sped up, and the pain intensified with the feeling that something inevitable was happening inside her.

“No, no, no... not yet,” she thought, trying to keep her composure. She knew she had to make it to the car... no... she needed to get home, to prepare. But the contractions kept coming stronger and closer together, as if her body wasn’t giving her an option. Gravity and her own body seemed to be pushing the baby out without her consent.

She took a breath, inhaled deeply, but the contraction overwhelmed her, and that’s when she felt it: the baby’s head, pushing hard against her vaginal lips. It wasn’t crowning yet, it wasn’t fully out, but there it was, between her lips, waiting to come out.

When she finally reached the checkout, the cashier looked at her, probably unaware of what was happening. His hand was in no hurry to scan the items, and Amelia, unable to control the increasing pressure she felt in her abdomen, began to panic. Every second she stood there, her legs slightly apart to try to relieve herself, was only making the situation worse. The baby was already too low, and her body seemed to be pushing on its own, regardless of the place or the moment.

Amelia, gritting her teeth, tried to keep her composure, but it was impossible. While the cashier, unaware of her suffering, continued with his work, an uncontrollable urge began to course through her body. She opened her legs slightly, almost without realizing it, and without making a sound, she began to push. The pressure increased, along with the burning sensation. Her baby’s head began to stretch her vaginal lips, as if it wanted to come out right away, pushing with every contraction, causing the tight fabric of her jeans to bulge. It was as if her body was on the verge of exploding.

More and more difficult to ignore, Amelia felt her vagina stretching, the burn of the pressure, and the increasing tension in her muscles made her fear what was about to happen. She was on the verge of giving in, of making the big push she needed to bring her first baby into the world. But just at that moment, the young cashier, with his monotonous voice, told her the total.

“That’ll be 82.50…” the cashier said, looking up at her.

Amelia, stunned and with the sharp pain in her body, somehow managed to focus. This couldn’t happen here. She couldn’t give birth in the middle of a mall, surrounded by strangers. She needed to get out of there, at least make it to her car.

With a stifled cry of pain, she squeezed her legs together with all her strength, trying to delay the inevitable. The baby slightly retreated, moving away from the exit with the pressure of the movement. But it didn’t last long; the sensation was so intense that she could barely control her body.

Quickly, still trembling, she extended her hand and handed the card to the cashier, breathing heavily. Her face was pale, cold sweat running down her forehead as she struggled to maintain her composure.

"Here it is..." she managed to say, almost through gritted teeth, hoping the transaction would finish quickly, even though she knew her body couldn’t wait much longer.

Amelia took her items from the counter with trembling hands, feeling time slipping through her fingers. Every movement was a reminder of what her body was about to do. The pain was unbearable, but she still managed to drag herself toward the exit, taking deep breaths as she fought to keep her composure. However, with each step, the pressure began to increase again. The baby pushed hard, and Amelia could feel her vaginal lips opening once more, stretching with every step. The burning was unbearable.

She stopped for a moment, leaning against a column near the mall entrance, breathing heavily. The pain was so strong, so palpable, that it seemed impossible to keep going. But she couldn’t give up. There was only one last effort left: get to her car.

With superhuman strength, she made her way to the parking lot. Upon reaching her vehicle, she threw the bags into the back seat with a swift motion. Her trembling hand gripped the door frame as she tried to sit in the driver's seat, her legs shaking. The urge to push was so strong that she almost gave in to the pressure. She could feel the baby’s head pushing again, and she knew she couldn’t wait much longer.

“No, Amelia, hold on... just a little longer...” she told herself. As she sat down, the feeling of urgency engulfed her completely. The baby seemed determined to come, and the urge to push grew stronger than ever. However, Amelia forced herself to think of home, the place where she wanted to give birth, not here, in her car. Desperately, she buckled her seatbelt and started the car, knowing she had to get home as quickly as possible.

But the baby had no intention of waiting.

As soon as she started driving, the pain increased, and the pressure became almost unbearable. With every movement of her body, the baby pushed downward, advancing rapidly. Amelia let out a soft scream, holding her breath as she drove. At every red light, the contraction hit her hard, and she gasped, trying not to push, struggling to hold the baby in as much as possible. At every stop, she felt the baby’s head moving further down, the crown beginning to form, causing an extreme burning sensation in her intimate area.

The tight jeans she was wearing bulged with each movement of the baby, and the pressure was briefly relieved by the fabric that kept the crown from fully emerging. But that relief was only momentary, because the baby kept pushing, advancing, getting closer to the exit.

Each contraction tore at her, and the urge to push became more and more irresistible. She was alone, trapped in her car, and the thought of waiting until she reached home seemed like an unrealistic fantasy.

With acute pain coursing through her, Amelia felt the need to do something to relieve the pressure. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her tight jeans. The movement allowed her a small respite, and without thinking further, she decided that, at the very least, she could help advance the process. She could no longer stop it.

She breathed deeply, looking at the road with determination. "Just the head," she told herself, "just the head, then I'll make it home." She felt how the baby was pushing with force, as if it knew it was time.

With a muffled cry, she pushed with all the strength her body allowed, a deep, urgent push. She felt how the pressure increased, how her vaginal lips stretched to the maximum, and the burning in her intimate area intensified. The baby wasn't waiting; it was descending rapidly, and Amelia could do nothing but follow her instinct.

Suddenly, the sensation of burning in her vaginal lips reached its peak, and with one last effort, her baby's head finally emerged. A momentary relief washed over her, although the pain didn't disappear completely. The crowning was complete, and the weight of her baby's head was between her legs.

Amelia, with her baby's head now completely out, breathed with difficulty, her breaths short and labored, but relieved for a moment. She couldn't believe what she had accomplished: her baby's head was now between her legs, so close to being fully born. Despite the pain, she felt a slight respite, but she knew the work wasn't over yet. The baby was still pushing, and the shoulders wouldn't be long in coming.

With her body burning from the pressure, Amelia moved slightly in her seat, cautiously opening her legs. Each movement made her feel the baby's head between her thighs, pushing outward, and although a sense of relief washed over her at times, she knew she still had much to do. She adjusted her body in the seat, doing everything possible to continue driving while the pain kept growing.

The road seemed to never end, but with her agitated breathing and her body focused on the task, Amelia managed to reach her home. Upon arriving at the garage, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief at seeing she had reached her destination. But she couldn't relax yet; the contractions continued, and now she felt the pressure of her baby's shoulders pushing through her birth canal, very close to coming out.

With a supreme effort, Amelia got out of the car. Feeling as if she was about to lose control, she walked quickly towards her front door, doing everything possible to stay upright. She felt the baby's head still there, resting between her legs, and with each step, the baby's shoulders seemed to be getting closer.

With one hand, she cupped the baby's head to prevent it from coming out completely as she walked toward the door. She knew she couldn’t let it all happen before reaching the living room, where she felt safer. She walked quickly, breathing heavily, and grabbed what was left of the items in the back seat of her car. Her mind was focused on one thing: getting to her space.

When she opened the door to her house, she felt one last wave of pressure. She had to get to the living room. She felt her legs stay apart, held open by the force of the baby who still wouldn’t wait, but she couldn’t afford to waste time. Finally, she crossed the threshold of the living room and, unable to close her legs due to the pain and urgency of the moment, she went straight to a drawer where she had kept a pair of sewing scissors.

With trembling hands, she took them and, with the little control she had left, cut her tight jeans. The immediate relief she felt by relieving the pressure on her abdomen was brief, as the next contraction hit her with full force.

Now that her jeans were cut, Amelia leaned on the table in the living room, breathing deeply. She had no time to rest; she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. Amidst the pain, with her legs spread and the baby pushing hard, she gave the final push while standing. The shoulders and the rest of her baby came out of her body in an agonizing effort, and at last, Amelia’s first child was here.

Amelia, exhausted but overwhelmed with a mixture of relief and emotion, caught her baby the moment it fully emerged. The baby's cry filled the room, and her heart overflowed with joy. With a tired smile, she knelt on the floor, her trembling legs unable to bear the weight of her body any longer. She placed the baby on her chest, feeling the warmth and fragility of its tiny body.

It was a perfect moment, but it wouldn’t last long. Although her first child had already been born, Amelia knew there were still two more to come. The contractions began again, firm and painful, signaling the arrival of the next baby. The relief of having given birth to her first child was brief, and the pain returned with force. Amelia knew what she had to do: cut the cord of the baby already in her arms.

With trembling hands, but determined, Amelia took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord of her first baby. Then, carefully, she wrapped the little one in a soft blanket, cuddling it as the cries subsided. She held it close, providing warmth and love, all the while feeling the pressure in her belly intensify once more.

Still kneeling on the floor, with her first baby breastfeeding gently, Amelia could feel fatigue overtaking her body, but her maternal instincts wouldn’t let her give up. As her son nursed delicately, the contractions returned with renewed force. The pressure in her abdomen grew, and at the same time, the urge to push became even more urgent.

Although her body was exhausted, Amelia knew she couldn’t wait. The second baby was already descending, pushing downward rapidly. Unable to stop, she began pushing with everything she had, tightening her abdominal muscles as she felt the head of her second baby slowly descending, entering the birth canal.

The pain didn’t go away, but Amelia endured it, focused on each breath, each push. The sensation of the baby’s head moving down was similar to what she had experienced before, but this time, the pressure was even more intense. Suddenly, she felt the head of the second baby beginning to brush against her vaginal lips, the burning sensation returning as her body pushed it further down.

Amelia knew she couldn't keep pushing with her first baby still in her arms. Although the little one had stopped crying for a moment and was peacefully nursing on her chest, she felt her body was elsewhere, completely focused on what was coming next. The need to push the second baby was becoming more intense, and although her body begged for rest, she couldn't avoid it.

With an exhausting effort, Amelia gently laid the baby on the carpet, ensuring he was comfortable and safe for a moment. She felt an impulse to continue, not to lose the rhythm, so she sat down, pulling her legs towards her chest in an attempt to find a position that would help her. The pain in her abdomen was unbearable, but her instinct told her she had to keep going. Her hands frantically scanned her belly, caressing and gently pressing, trying to alleviate the pressure she felt, but the pain persisted, stronger than ever.

As the pain reached its peak, Amelia focused on each contraction, each push. The sensation of burning was intense, similar to what she had experienced with her first baby, but this time, she was much closer to giving birth. The baby was descending rapidly, pushing with force as time advanced and her body responded to each natural impulse.

With a few more pushes, Amelia felt partial relief, and with a burst, the head of the second baby emerged from her body suddenly, breaking the water sac that still enveloped it. The water shot out, soaking her legs and the carpet around her, while the baby's head crowned completely. Amelia could feel the softness of the head and the pressure decreased slightly as the baby's shoulders began to slide out of her.

Just moments later, the baby's shoulders passed completely, and the body quickly followed. The little one gently fell onto the carpet, wrapped in his own fluids, as Amelia collapsed onto the floor, exhausted but relieved. The cry of the second baby filled the room, and a deep sigh of happiness escaped Amelia's lips. She was tired, but happy, gazing at the little one who had just entered the world.

Amelia, exhausted but with her heart full of love, looked at her two newborn children—one in her arms, the other curled beside her on the carpet. Despite everything that had just happened, all the pain, she felt a profound gratitude. The process had been long and grueling, but she had already given birth to two of her three little ones. Now, the silence granted her a brief respite.

The contractions had stopped, and for a moment, Amelia could savor the calm, the stillness surrounding her. The feeling of having gone through so much and still standing, with her children by her side, was overwhelming. Despite her aching body and the exhaustion weighing heavily on her, she allowed herself to breathe deeply.

With trembling hands, she wrapped her second baby in a soft blanket, gently stroking his little face as she cradled him. She placed him beside her first child, watching as they both slept peacefully, unaware of the torment she had just endured. She smiled weakly, satisfied and relieved after this first step in her journey of motherhood.

About 15 minutes passed, just enough time for Amelia's fatigue to begin to take its toll. However, she could not ignore the signals her body was sending her once again. A sharp pain coursed through her, a reminder that it wasn’t over yet. The terrible cramps returned, more intense than before, and Amelia knew it was only a matter of time before the third baby would arrive.

She wasn't worried, but resigned. She had already gone through so much and had managed to get this far. With a sigh, she prepared herself for what was left to come. She couldn't let fear or fatigue defeat her. She got into a position on all fours, which gave her a bit more control over the cramps and the increasing pressure. She moved her hips from side to side, seeking a rhythm that would alleviate her and, at the same time, facilitate the arrival of the third baby.

She knew that only one was left. She had already given birth twice, endured indescribable pain, and if she had been able to do that, she could face whatever was left. She focused on the sensations in her body, knowing this was the last step. Amelia had come so far. Just one more baby and the torment would end. Her last water broke in a matter of seconds, and the baby was already coming.

Amelia, in the position on all fours, began to push with all the energy she had left. However, as the head of the third baby approached, something felt different. The pain was more intense, deeper, and the pressure was increasing rapidly. This time it wasn't like the first two. The head was much larger, the size was a challenge, and Amelia felt it in every fiber of her being.

The burning she felt at the beginning of this push was much more acute, and the sensation of distension made her shudder. The pressure in her abdomen became unbearable, and the pain was so deep that she couldn't help but let out a low, almost muffled cry. She knew her body had to adapt to the new demand, but the feeling of being on the verge of breaking hit her with every passing second.

In a desperate attempt to help her body manage the process, Amelia extended her hand, searching for the oil she had bought minutes earlier at the store, hoping it could alleviate some of the burning and tension she felt. With trembling fingers, she took a small amount and rubbed it over her vaginal lips, trying to soothe the stretched skin. The sensation of the cold oil on her fingers gave her a brief distraction, but she knew she needed it for what was coming.

With the softness of the oil, she began to massage and open her lips to the sides, hoping that somehow this would help allow the baby's head to pass with less resistance. The pressure in her body was unbearable, but Amelia clung to the hope that this simple act could make a difference.

The head of the third baby was pushing with force, and Amelia, between short gasps, continued to open with her fingers. She knew that if she could make the head advance more easily, she could end the pain and uncertainty she felt at that moment. However, the effort was titanic, and the contractions became more intense, one after another, without rest.

With a final and wrenching cry of pain, the enormous head of the third baby finally emerged, breaking the tension throughout her body. Amelia remained there, panting deeply, with her heart beating hard and sweat covering her forehead. Her hands, trembling but full of determination, extended downward and touched the warm head of her baby, which rested between her legs. The relief was immediate, though momentary, because she knew she still had to face the challenge of the shoulders.

With each breath, the pressure increased, and Amelia struggled to find air while her body begged for rest. But she couldn't afford it yet. She prepared herself for what was coming, her hands caressing the baby's head as she pushed once more, with all the strength she had left.

The shoulders, as large as the head, began to emerge with difficulty, and Amelia felt an explosion of relief when the entire body of her child finally came out of her. The feeling of liberation was indescribable, as if all the weight of the world had disappeared from her shoulders.

With the last push, it was all over. Amelia stayed there, exhausted, with trembling legs and a body covered in sweat, looking at her third child. She had given birth to three babies, three new beings that filled her heart with indescribable joy.

The pain, although present in every corner of her body, had given way to a feeling of gratitude and peace. All the effort, the suffering, and the hours of labor had been worth it. With a tired but deep smile, Amelia looked at her three children, and she knew that everything was done.

The End.

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