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BONUS FREEBIE STORY - Special Instructions - The Vault

Hey bunnies! 👋🏻😁🐰 This work is one of the two commissioned work I promised to publish this week. This was pretty hard to write, though I am sure I have written worse scenarios in the past lol

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Word Count: 5,429 words

Summary: A pregnant captive is bound in a guest room, her labor twisted into the night’s cruel entertainment as three men follow orders that turn her overdue body into their stage.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains very explicit content involving pregnancy, labor sex, and sexual childbirth under captivity. Themes include coercion, power play, multiple births, overstimulation, belly worship, and betrayal. Heavily explicit content, so read with caution.

They'd kept her bound for two days.

Nina’s wrists were raw beneath the soft rope, her skin flushed and damp from the weight of her belly pressing her spine into the mattress. She shifted, barely, the movement making the babies inside her tumble. Heavy, late, low, her belly curved like it had been forged around cannonballs, impossibly tight under the pale stretch of her skin. She was forty-two weeks with triplets. She hadn’t seen a mirror in a week, but she could feel it, how massive she’d become.

She wasn't supposed to be here. Not in a safehouse this deep in Gallo territory. Not tied down on a repurposed guest bed with blackout curtains pinned over every window. Not panting through labor while three men paced around the room, watching.

She was Cartini blood. Only daughter of Nico Cartini. She should've been protected. But she'd been taken at the trade checkpoint three nights ago, a so-called routine inspection that turned into syringes, blackout vans, and everything going dark.

Now she was theirs.

The tall one, Marcus, stood at the door, arms crossed, barely speaking since the first night. He was the one with gloves. Always. Then there was Jace, lean and smirking, who liked to lean close and whisper filth in her ear until she flinched. The third, Denny, was the youngest, always watching like he hadn't decided if he was aroused or afraid.

Everything they did had been planned, with no spontaneity and nothing left to chance.

The boss had given clear orders. She was to be kept intact but taken apart slowly. She was to labor hard and be used harder. The babies were a bonus. The real reward was watching a Cartini girl unravel.

Denny was the first to draw the serum, clear and chilled in the syringe. Nina flinched as it pierced her thigh, the burn spreading fast and low as her belly clenched, already reacting. They gave her another in the other leg, then a third deeper, close to her hipbone, and her body convulsed, the contractions doubling in intensity and speed. She bit back a cry, trembling as her belly tightened again.

"That’s better," Marcus said, checking his watch. "Ten minutes apart. Keep dosing her until she screams."

Denny didn't wait for the next shot. He slid between her legs while her head thrashed against the pillow, wrists dragging at the ropes, mouth muffled by the blindfold cutting across her cheeks. Her thighs jerked, too tight to part, her belly stretching tall between them, huge and high, a swollen dome of taut, glowing skin that barely held its shape under pressure. The three babies inside her shifted like they sensed what was coming. Her navel stood out like a badge, the skin around it shiny and strained. Every breath hitched in her throat.

She felt him push in fast and deep, his cock forcing her open with a sudden stretch that dragged her taut around him, no space left between the pressure and the pain. Her scream came up too fast, catching in her throat as her body fought to keep up.

"Nghh—ah, no, fuck, stop, stop—!"

Marcus stepped in behind her head and shoved two fingers past her lips. "Bite down on that, princess."

Jace kept her belly steady with both hands, his fingers spread wide across the full curve as Denny fucked her in hard, frantic pulses. Her belly jumped with each thrust. Fluid leaked between her thighs. Her breasts spilled to either side, heavy and streaked with colostrum, nipples swollen and glistening. She thrashed again, harder this time.

"Tie her down," Marcus barked.

They secured her ankles to the corners of the bed while Denny grunted and cursed above her. He pulled her tight against him, but her body wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Her walls clenched around him, reacting to the invasion, but her body stayed taut and unyielding. The ache dragged sharp and deep without relief, and though Denny groaned as he spilled inside her, she remained stranded in the pressure, untouched by release.

"She’s too fucking tight," he muttered, pulling out with a frustrated groan. "Clamping down like she’s trying to break me."

Marcus pushed him aside, eyes fixed on her heaving belly. "Then all you did was warm her up."

He shoved in with a force that filled her to the edge of breaking, the stretch thicker, deeper than the Denny's, his rhythm immediate and brutal. Her cry rang out, desperate and raw beneath the fingers still shoved in her mouth. Her belly rocked under him, taut and massive, the triplets shifting in protest as his hips met hers again and again. His hands gripped her hips like reins, holding her in place, her body bowing into the pressure.

She wanted to deny the heat curling up her spine, but his cock felt too good, each thrust grinding into a place she hadn't expected to ache. Her muscles fluttered and clenched, not in refusal but in confusion, like her body recognized this. His breath hit the side of her neck as he leaned down, kissing her neck down until his mouth found her nipple, sucking hard as his hand slipped between them to press tight circles over her clit.

"You're fucking soaked," he growled against her chest. "Feels like this pussy was made for me."

Her whimper cracked into a gasp, thighs shaking, breath stuttering. Her belly strained beneath him, tight and massive, the hard globe of forty-two weeks packed with three overdue babies, each shift sending sharp jolts across her nerves. The skin stretched high under her ribs, her navel flattened and raw, the swell so wide it brushed his stomach every time he thrust deeper.

He leaned in closer. "Feels like you were made to be fucked like this."

Her head rolled back, mouth spilling helpless, strangled sounds—"Unh—ah—nghh—s'too much—ah—"

He sucked hard at her nipple, dragging more milk to the surface, one hand gripping the base of her belly, the other sliding between them to find her clit again. His touch was relentless, every circle deliberate, timed with the precise grind of his cock into her soaked cunt.

"You’re gonna milk me, sweetheart. I want every drop squeezing out of you when I fill you up."

She sobbed, the tension too tight to ignore, the burn cresting into unbearable pleasure. Her back bowed and the scream tore loose, raw and broken.

"Aaahh—fuh—nnggh—"

Her orgasm flooded through her, a hot gush that splashed over his thighs and soaked the sheets again. Her belly spasmed under his hand, the triplets kicking in panic or protest, her body clamping down hard enough to make him groan.

"That's it," he snarled. "Grip me. Show me how much you need this."

Her cries pitched higher. Her body trembled. Marcus dug deeper, mouth still on her breast, one hand pressing into the crest of her belly as he slammed into her. He moaned low and harsh, his rhythm falling apart as he buried himself to the root and came hard.

He came hard, his cock pulsing deep inside her, each spasm pushing more heat into her sore, trembling cunt. Her body locked around him as her belly tightened once more, and then her water broke in a violent gush, a wet explosion that soaked the bed and splashed down her thighs, forcing his cum out with it in a slick, steaming rush.

"Haaaaa—hnnggh—oooh—" She wailed, high and ragged, her voice breaking apart with the force of it. Her hips jerked in their restraints, her whole body bowing, a choked cry of shock and release tangled in the wet slap of fluid. Her belly heaved, skin glossy and trembling, every inch of her wet and wide open.

"Good fucking girl," he breathed, cock still pulsing inside her. "That’s what you needed."

Jace took her next. He didn’t speak. He smoothed his palms over the full front of her belly, down her hips, into the slick heat she’d left behind. He slipped inside like he owned it. Her legs jerked again.

"Nnnhh—uh—please, please—"

He rolled his hips slow and deep. She shook under him, the contractions coming harder now. Her belly was tight as a rock, the skin stretched so far it looked translucent.

He tongued her navel, slow and tight, then moved up to her ear, he whispered low and close, "Keep taking it, baby. We're not stopping till you're gaping open for us."

The next thrust made her jolt, her belly straining against his chest, every inch of her overfull and stretched to breaking. Her mouth opened on a cry she couldn’t shape, body shivering under him as he fucked her with a steady grind, soaking in the heat she’d left behind.

"That's it," he rasped. "You feel that? All that pressure building up inside you? It's gonna rip you open soon."

She gasped again, her voice catching as her hips strained against the ropes, her belly pulsing with another deep contraction. Her cunt clenched around him, still swollen and soaked, her cries cracked and breathless.

"Mnhh—nnaaah—uhh—"

He rocked into her, slow and deep, his hands gripping her wide hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just beneath the heavy swell of her belly.

Her fingers curled. Her mouth hung slack. Her only sounds were gasps, wet and raw, tangled with the rhythmic creak of the bed and the slap of his body against hers, until Jace groaned hard above her, his thrusts breaking apart as he spilled inside her. He pulled out slow, leaving her cunt fluttering and aching, her body teetering on the edge of another climax that never came.

Nina’s belly was tighter than steel under their hands. Her body arched against the ropes with every contraction, her blindfold damp, her lips trembling as she gasped through the onslaught. The serum had her laboring in quick bursts, one cresting before the last had faded, and each left her body raw and shaking. Her skin gleamed under the low lamplight, stretched high and wide, the weight of three massive babies pushing down, grinding lower into her canal.

Marcus crouched between her thighs, his fingers buried inside her, testing, measuring, stretching her open as she moaned. “She’s wide,” he muttered, eyes locked on the deep swell of her belly. “Nearly there. Feels like the head’s already pressing down.”

Jace leaned close, both hands spread across the curve of her abdomen, kneading as if he owned it. “Look at this dome,” he rasped. “Every inch of her packed full. Push your hand here, Marcus, feel how hard she’s straining.”

Nina sobbed, twisting against the restraints, her thighs shaking as the contraction pulled her belly taut as a drum. The weight of the first baby shifted lower, her canal stretching, the pressure unbearable. “Nnnnhh—ahh—haaahh—please, it’s too much—”

Marcus curled his fingers inside her and pressed against the bulge of the head grinding down. “She’s crowning against my hand. Tight as hell.” He dragged his fingers back out and shoved them between her lips, smearing her own slick across her tongue. “Taste how close you are.”

She whimpered, her body trembling. Her belly shuddered as another contraction gripped her hard, the triplets rolling visibly beneath her skin, the outlines of limbs pushing out against the slick round dome. Jace bent lower, pressing his mouth to her navel, tonguing the stretched dip while his palms held her sides steady. “These babies are fighting their way out,” he said into her skin. “And you’re going to give us every bit of it.”

Denny hovered near her head, his voice low and hungry. “She’s begging to push. Look at her body, she’s trying to force it down already.”

Marcus shook his head, sliding his cock against her swollen entrance, teasing her slick folds but not giving her the relief she craved. “She doesn’t get to push until she cums again. That’s what the boss ordered.”

Her head thrashed, blindfold soaked. “Nnnhhh, please, please let me—ahhh, I need—”

Jace caught her nipple between his teeth, biting until she screamed, then sucking until milk beaded and ran. His hand never left her clit, circling, pressing, dragging her higher. Marcus thrust into her then, steady and cruel, timing his strokes with the rippling of her contractions. Her belly rocked with each impact, the pressure inside her unbearable. She sobbed, torn between pain and pleasure, her body straining against the ropes.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Marcus growled, grinding his cock into her soaked cunt, the head battering her cervix, forcing it open with each thrust. “I want to feel you drench me before you get to push.”

Her back arched, her body clenching around him as his thumb ground hard over her clit. “Aaaaahhh—nggghh—haaahhh—” Her orgasm ripped through her, a hot gush that drenched them both, soaking the sheets beneath her. Her belly spasmed, the triplets kicking violently in response, and she screamed through the release.

“That’s one,” Jace muttered darkly, his mouth still at her breast. “She owes us another before those babies move an inch further.”

Marcus didn’t let her rest. He pulled out and shoved Denny forward. The youngest groaned as he pushed into her, the wet heat swallowing him whole. Her body fluttered and clamped, still oversensitive, her cries spilling fast.

“Give us another one,” Denny panted, his thrusts sharp and messy. “Push it out on my cock.”

She writhed under him, every contraction rolling her belly hard, the head of the first baby jammed deep in her canal, her body screaming to bear down. Her orgasm built again under their merciless handling, dragged out by Denny’s frantic pace and Jace’s unrelenting fingers on her clit.

Her scream split the room as she came again, harder this time, her belly clenching, her cunt pulsing wet around Denny’s cock. Her body convulsed against the ropes, her contractions cresting and breaking as she howled.

Marcus shoved Denny aside, planting himself between her thighs again. “Now you push.” He drove inside her, burying himself deep. “Bear down, squeeze me with that first brat’s head.”

Her scream tore her throat raw as her body obeyed, the pressure overwhelming, the baby’s head pressing hard into her stretched canal while his cock filled her from above. Her belly heaved, her hips bucked, and the ropes bit into her wrists as she pushed with everything she had.

Marcus drove into her harder, his cock slamming deep to shove the crown back into her canal. “Again,” he growled. “Push harder.”

She wailed, her body splitting under the demand, her belly thrashing as Marcus held her down, his cock grinding against the trapped head inside her. “Nnnaaaahhh—aaahhh—haaahhh—”

“Harder,” Marcus barked. He leaned over her, one hand clamped against the top of her swollen belly, pressing down to drive the weight of the triplets lower as his cock slammed the crowning head back inside her. Her body convulsed, every muscle straining, sweat and fluid pouring off her skin. She screamed until she was hoarse, the bed rocking under the force of her pushes.

“Good girl,” Jace hissed against her ear. “Push again. Give it everything.”

Her breath tore out in ragged pants, her chest heaving, each gasp broken by guttural moans. “Hhhhaaahhh—hhhuuhhh—ahhhhnnnhhh—”

Her cheeks burned under the blindfold, spit stringing from her lips as she huffed and bore down. Her belly swelled tight, the dome trembling under Marcus’s weight.

“Nnnggghhh—hhhaaahhh—uhhhhnnnnhhh—” The crown pressed harder, Marcus’s cock grinding against it until it forced him out with a wet slip.

She shrieked as the heavy head surged forward, stretching her raw, slick canal wide. Her thighs trembled, ropes creaking as she pushed again, her cries breaking apart.

“Hhhhuuuhhh—ahhhhnnnhhh—nnnaaaahhh—” Marcus leaned over her, groaning filth into her ear, telling her to feel every inch of that fat head prying her open, to push like she was made for it.

“That’s it, stretch on it, baby, feel that massive head tearing you wide,” he growled, his hand grinding into the dome of her belly.

Jace murmured rough encouragement from the side, Denny panting above her head, but it was Marcus’s voice that filled her ears. “Bear down harder, make that monster crown against my cock until it pushed me out, my shaft sliding free as that massive head forced its way forward again.”

She sobbed and wailed, her teeth gritted as the bulge spread her folds to their limit, the weight of the first child wedged like a boulder. “Hhhhuuhhh—hhhaaahhh—nnnnnnnngggghhh—”

Her belly heaved, her canal stretched fire-hot, and the head swelled forward to a full crown, refusing to slip free as she panted and huffed, desperate, her entire body buckling under the effort.

Marcus ground his cock against the swollen crown, smearing himself in her slick as he muttered filth into her ear, urging her to push harder, to make that massive head split her open inch by inch. Jace groaned against her taut navel, rutting against the stretched curve while his hands pressed her sides, praising the way her belly jumped with each push.

Denny knelt above her face, stroking himself over her heaving chest, rubbing between her leaking tits as she gasped and moaned beneath him. Her cries grew frantic, every sound spilling from her throat in raw bursts. “Hhhhaaaahhh—nnngggghhh—hhhuuuuhhh—ahhhhnnnhhh—”

The head swelled thicker, every contraction dragging it forward, her folds straining around it as the men groaned and taunted, their voices mixing with her panting and sobbing. Marcus whispered into her ear, “That’s it, push it out for us, feel how wide you’re spreading, born to give us this show.” Jace growled from her belly, “I can see it forcing her open, keep pushing, Nina, make it crown harder.” Denny groaned above her, “She’s so tight around that head, look at her, fuck, she’s really splitting.”

She sobbed and whimpered, her words breaking between moans. “Aaahhh—hhhuuhhh—too big—can’t—haaahhh—” Marcus pressed harder against her ear, snarling, “Yes you can, you’re going to push every inch of that massive head through for us, you’re going to feel it tear you open while we watch.” Her desperate sounds filled the room, mixed with their rough voices, until it seemed the walls shook with every strained breath.

Marcus ground his cock against the crowned head, his thumb circling her clit while he growled filth from between her thighs, his cock grinding over the crowned head as he urged her to push harder, to make that massive head force its way past her folds.

“Work it out on me, squeeze it through, feel it split you wide while I rub you raw,” he snarled, his voice hot against her blindfolded face. Jace pressed himself against her navel, grinding into the stretched dome, his palms stroking the hard swell of her sides. “Push for us, Nina, feel it moving under my cock,” he rasped, kissing the taut skin as her belly quivered.

Denny leaned over her chest, his fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples while he pressed and rubbed his shaft along the deep valley of her heavy leaking breasts, groaning as her milk slicked him. She cried out in frantic bursts, panting and moaning, her sounds mixing with their voices as the massive head edged forward, fire-hot and unstoppable, every inch of her body straining against the ropes as they drove her through the crown inch by inch.

Marcus snarled from between her thighs, grinding his cock over the crown. “Push harder, Nina, feel it splitting you wide, stretch it through every inch.” She wailed, her cries spilling raw.

“It’s tearing me open, ahhhhnnnnhhh—hhhuuuuhhh—too much—” Her canal throbbed around the swelling dome, the massive head prying her folds open as she bore down with everything she had.

Jace pressed harder into her belly, his cock rutting against her taut navel as he hissed, “It’s right there, keep pushing, make it bulge for us.” Denny twisted her nipples mercilessly, groaning down at her, “Scream for us, little breeder, scream while you crown.”

Her body convulsed under the strain, sweat dripping down her neck, her blindfold soaked through. The crown stretched wider, wider, each contraction dragging more of the head free, her cries breaking into shrieks. “Hhhhaaaaahhh—nnnnggghhh—hhhuuuhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Marcus dragged his thumb over her clit, circling, forcing her to gasp and moan even as she bore down. “That’s it, cum while you split open,” he growled, his cock grinding slick over the swollen crown.

Jace growled into her belly, “I can see it widening, she’s pushing it through.” Denny panted, his shaft sliding harder between her breasts, milk coating him as he snarled, “Make that fat head tear you, Nina.”

Her voice broke into sobs as the massive head finally surged past the rim, her folds stretched to their limit, splitting open around the hard curve.

“Aaaahhhhhnnnnhhh—hhhuuuuhhh—nnnaaaahhhhhh—” The head slid forward inch by inch, forcing her wide. Marcus groaned, jerking himself over the sight. “Look at her, splitting for us, born to crown this monster.” Jace’s hands dug into her belly, feeling the weight shift lower. “It’s moving, keep pushing, Nina.”

Denny grunted above her, stroking rough between her tits as he hissed, “Push that beast out, make us watch it all.” Her body heaved with one last guttural scream, her folds straining as the head finally slid free into Marcus’s waiting hands.

She sobbed with relief as the shoulders rolled, her canal stretching around them while Marcus guided the slippery weight free, the rest of the body sliding slow and heavy into his hands. She gasped between cries, “Hhhhaaahhh—ohhhhnnnnhhh—so big—” Her belly clenched down hard, and she sagged against the ropes as the first baby spilled fully from her, slick and steaming in Marcus’s grasp.

But the respite vanished in moments. The weight inside her belly shifted again, the next massive head already pressing low, driving into her canal before she could catch her breath. Her eyes rolled behind the blindfold as another contraction gripped her, the dome between her thighs swelling again to a full crown. Jace pressed his palms into her belly and held the head there, pushing it back inside each time it tried to force through, growling, “Not yet, Nina, you’re going to hold this one right here for us.”

She wailed, thrashing against the ropes, her body fighting the command. “Please, I can feel it, it’s so heavy, it’s splitting me apart, I need to push.” Her voice broke into sobs as the weight rocked inside her canal, each attempt to surge forward denied by Jace’s steady hands. Marcus leaned close, his voice sharp and taunting. “You’ll push when we let you. Until then you’ll hold that fat head right where it is and milk us with your body.”

Her thighs shook violently, sweat dripping down her bound frame. “Hhhhaaahhh—ahhhhnnnnhhh—I can’t hold it, it’s tearing me.” Denny stroked his cock above her breasts, groaning as he twisted her nipples hard. “You’ll hold it for us, Nina, because we say so. You’ll keep that crown swelling between your folds until we’re finished.” She sobbed louder, her words dissolving into frantic moans as her body trembled.

Marcus’s thumb dragged across her clit, making her jerk against the ropes. “You’ll cum again before this one slips out, that’s how this goes.” She shook her head frantically under the blindfold, crying out, “No, please, it’s too much, my belly is tearing apart.” Jace pressed harder into her swollen dome, his cock grinding against her navel as he snarled, “Cum for us, Nina, cum while you’re stretched on that crown. Milk it with your pussy while it bulges out of you.”

Her cries rose higher, broken gasps and wild moans spilling over her lips. “Hhhhaaaahhh—ohhhhhnnnnhhh—ahhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Marcus pinched her clit between his fingers and she convulsed, her canal clamping around the swollen head. “That’s it, let go, give us that orgasm.” Her voice cracked into a scream, “I’m cumming, ahhhhnnnnnhhh—cumming—ahhhhhnnnnhhh—” The crown throbbed against her folds, her body surrendering with violent spasms.

All three men groaned at once, their voices overlapping. Denny snarled, “Good girl, cum while you split.” Jace hissed, “She’s squeezing it so tight, she’s made to crown like this.” Marcus growled, “Again, Nina, you’ll cum again before this one comes free.”

She cried out, thrashing under them, “Please, please, it’s too much, it’s going to rip me open.” Marcus’s hand slapped her clit, rubbing hard until she writhed with desperate sounds. “Hhhhuuuhhh—ahhhhnnnnhhh—ahhhhhnnnnnggghhh—” Her body seized again, another orgasm ripping through her as the massive head strained harder against her opening.

Marcus’s cock pressed into her folds, grinding over the crown as he muttered, “Now you’ll push it through with me buried inside you.” He thrust against her swollen opening, the crown forcing him back with each movement. “Bear down, Nina, push that monster out on my cock.” She screamed, her cries guttural. “It’s too big, it’s splitting me open, ahhhhnnnnhhh—help me—ahhhhhh—” Jace shoved down on her belly, snarling, “Push harder, make it drag against him.” Denny groaned as he stroked rough between her tits, “We’re going to watch you rip for us again.”

Her body convulsed, her breath tearing out in ragged pants. “Hhhhaaaahhh—ahhhhnnnnnhhh—nnnnggggghhhh—” The head edged forward, forcing Marcus out with a slick slip as her folds stretched wider. She sobbed, gasping, “It’s coming, I can feel it, it’s tearing me.” Marcus groaned at the sight, stroking himself as the swollen crown glistened between her thighs. “That’s it, Nina, stretch around it, give us that slow crown.”

The weight pressed harder, her body splitting around it, every inch a battle. Jace pressed her belly ruthlessly, holding her down while Denny twisted her nipples until she screamed. “Push, Nina, make us watch every inch,” Marcus growled, his voice thick. She wailed, “It's too biiiigggg ahhhhnnnnhhh—help me—ahhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Her body bowed, the head dragging forward until with a guttural shriek it burst free into Marcus’s waiting hands.

The shoulders followed slow, her canal clenching around them while she cried with relief. “It’s sliding out, ohhhhnnnnhhh—ahhhhhh—” Marcus guided the slick body into the open, holding it firm. She slumped against the ropes, panting, her voice broken. “So heavy, I can’t take anymore.” But her belly shifted again, the last weight dropping lower, already forcing down.

Her cries broke into sobs, “No, I can feel it, the third is coming, it’s moving down.” Marcus carefully placed the slick second baby in the bed beside its sibling, laying it gently near Nina’s side before his eyes turned back to her heaving belly. Jace pressed against her taut dome, his eyes wild. “Hold it for us, Nina, you’ll crown this one slower.” Marcus rubbed his cock against her overstretched folds, muttering filth, “You’ll give us every inch of this last one, feel it tear you apart.” Denny stroked himself over her breasts, his hand twisting her nipples. “We’ll watch you scream this last monster out.”

Her body trembled violently, sweat dripping down her face. “It’s too big, I can’t hold it, it’s already there.” She moaned raggedly as another contraction ripped through her, the third massive head swelling down into her canal. Her folds stretched again, trembling on the verge of another crown. Marcus looked down at her swollen sex and barked at the others, “Climb down the bed, boys, take turns filling her pussy before she crowns this last one.” Jace and Denny moved with eager grins, ready to obey as Nina writhed, sobbing through the ropes while they circled closer to her spread thighs.

Jace pressed into her first, his cock driving deep and forcing the swollen crown back inside her canal with a wet shove. Nina screamed, her belly surging under his thrust as he palmed her taut skin, rolling the weight beneath his hand. “So tight, Nina, you’re stuffed with my cock and that fat head together.” Her cries turned to broken sobs, “Ahhhhnnnnnhhh—stop—ahhhhnnnnhhh—so heavy—” while he pumped into her, holding her wide.

Denny shoved in when Jace pulled back, his cock filling her swollen channel and ramming the head deeper into her belly. She screamed through the blindfold, thrashing against the ropes. “It’s tearing me apart, ahhhhnnnnnhhh—too full—ahhhhhhhnnnnnhhh—” Denny groaned and rubbed her belly roughly, his fingers dragging across the cords of the first two babies still trailing from her. With a guttural snarl he spilled inside her, hips grinding before he yanked free, cum spilling from her folds. “You’re stuffed with all of us, Nina, your body made for this.”

Marcus growled as he forced himself into her next, his cock grinding hard against the trapped crown. “Feel me pin it down inside you, Nina, feel me rut you with that head jammed under my cock.” She wailed, her thighs trembling, “Ahhhhnnnnnhhh—I can’t—ahhhhnnnnhhh—so much—” while his hands roamed her massive dome, pushing hard as he fucked her. Jace leaned down and groaned, stroking the slick cord between his fingers. “She’s still tied to them, all three pulling her open.”

One after another they took turns, each driving into her and shoving the heavy head back deeper, their hands exploring her swollen belly, stroking over the cords still glistening from the births. Nina sobbed and moaned, her voice breaking, “Too full, it’s stretching me, I can’t hold it,” while they laughed and taunted, filling her again and again as her body fought against the relentless intrusion.

Marcus’s thrusts grew erratic as he pinned the crown with his cock, snarling as he spilled inside her. Her body convulsed violently, and his cum was shoved out with a wet rush as the swollen head forced his cock free. Nina cried out, “Ahhhhnnnnhhh—it’s forcing through—ahhhhhh—so heavy—” while her body bore down without mercy.

He pulled back to watch, stroking himself as the last of his cum spilled out of the massive baby and her birthing pussy, the head rapidly and painfully emerges through her folds, her body too spent to hold it back. Jace pressed his palm deep into her belly, groaning, “She’s pushing for us, don't think we can stop it now.” Denny moaned as he twisted her nipples harder, “Look at her split, she’s forcing it all out.”

Her canal stretched to its limit, the sac bulging slick and unbroken, shining with the pressure. Nina screamed hoarsely, her breath breaking between sobs, “It’s coming, ahhhhnnnnhhh—I can’t stop—ahhhhhh—” as the last massive baby pressed down, her body pushing it inch by inch into the open still encased in its caul.

With a guttural cry the sac tore free in Marcus’s hands, the slick newborn sliding into his grip while Nina slumped back, panting raggedly. Her body shook with exhaustion, the ropes creaking with each twitch of her limbs as the final weight left her belly.

Jace and Denny didn't waste any time, they leaned in instantly, latching onto her heavy leaking breasts, suckling like ravenous infants while their hands kneaded her swollen flesh. Nina sobbed and moaned under the assault, “Ahhhhnnnnnhhh—stop—ahhhhhh—too much—” but her nipples gushed into their mouths with every tug and pull.

Marcus dropped between her thighs, his mouth closing on her clit as his fingers plunged into her still spasming canal. “Cum some more Nina, I know you still got one more...” he growled hungrily against her battered folds. Her body convulsed as the overwhelming sensations broke her open again, a violent orgasm ripping through her as the massive afterbirth slid wetly from her, ejected by the force of her climax while the men devoured her trembling body.

When her shudders slowed Marcus barked at Jace to strip the blindfold away. Nina’s eyes blinked rapidly in the dim light, focusing on his face, her lips parting in disbelief. “Marcus... you were my husband's most trusted right-hand man,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice catching with recognition.

He smirked darkly and tilted her chin up so she could see the others looming over her. “You thought your husband loved you, Nina, but he sold you to us piece by piece. Every thrust, every scream, every birth was paid for by his betrayal. He carries our blood, not yours, and your father’s empire rots because of it.” Jace and Denny laughed low, their hands gripping her trembling body as Marcus leaned closer, his whisper sharp as a blade. “This is only the beginning.”

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The Vault - Week 30 - Level 5

Hey bunnies! 👋🏻😁�� How's everyone settling in our new Membership platform? 💖 On my end, it's certainly a little adjustment but I'm okay with it so far, so as long as we're not shut down again. Anyhooo!!! As promised, I'm dropping week 30 tonight as scheduled and... I want to dedicate this week 30 story to shhhsecretsideblog.

They have been such an amazing supporter, and honestly, my favorite writer in our kink space as well. If you haven't read their work, click the link and follow them on Tumblr. They're incredible, and I hope y'all enjoy this parallel story to Week 26 - Level 10.

Also, I know I probably sound like a broken record now but if you are still subscribed to me on Ko-Fi, please unsubscribe now or else Ko-Fi WILL continue to charge you despite my page being unpublished and there is nothing I can do about it. I am changing the password for the Vault on September 5th; until then, we will use the current password. If you want to renew your subscription after September 5th, click here to see the new home of The Preggo Fantasy Vault, under the guise of The Story Vault.

Word Count: 3,372 words

Summary: Two heavily pregnant wives arrive at the hospital together, both in labor, and find themselves racing against time—and each other’s surging bodies—on a desperate climb to the delivery floor. Parallel story to Week 26 - Level 10.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains explicit depictions of childbirth and pregnancy. Graphic labor and birth scenes, detailed bodily sensations, intense gushing fluids, multiple births, and descriptive physical intimacy between partners during labor.

"Remember number six?" Clara grinned, buckling her seatbelt.

Eva managed a breathless chuckle between groans. "Hhhhhh—ohhh—yeah—she was huge. Hhhhhh—ohhhh—twelve pounds huge."

"Our smallest so far came in at ten pounds and our biggest hit fourteen, so every single one has been a big baby" Clara said, reaching over to lay a hand on Eva’s belly, rubbing gentle circles. "Hey there, little one, hold off until we’re at the hospital, okay?"

Eva’s hand joined hers. "And you," she murmured to Clara’s belly with a smile, "don’t you start up in there." Clara laughed and leaned over to kiss her, lingering until Eva pulled back with another deep groan.

"Hhhhhh—hooooo—haaaahhh—oooooohhhh—Clara—he’s moving lower."

"We’re almost there, babe just hold on a bit more..." Clara reassured her, squeezing her thigh affectionately.

Eva tried to distract herself through the rising pressure, her breaths hitching as she began telling Clara exactly what she wanted her to do right now while she labors, her words tumbling out between deep moans and sharp pants. "Hhhhhh—ohhh—babe—babe, I want you now—I want your mouth on me now, both here—hhhhh—ahhh—and here—" she groaned, guiding Clara’s hand briefly over her breast and between her spread legs where a visible bulge sits between her laboring lips.

Clara laughed low but moaned deliciously at the thought, steering the SUV as Eva kept talking, weaving her request into a heated memory. "Like with Dina—remember—hhhhh—when you sucked my tits while they were leaking so bad, and your fingers—ahhhh—ohhh—on my clit—until I came so hard—my water broke—gushed everywhere—pushed the toy out—" Eva’s voice cracked with another contraction.

Clara grinned at the memory and murmured back, "And I didn’t give you a break, babe, you came again in minutes, shooting Dina’s head to a full crown." Eva moaned loud, hips shifting, her breathing quick and shallow. "Hhhhhh—ohhh—ahhh—yeah—I need you to do that to me again—" she gasped, her knuckles white on the seat edge.

Clara’s eyes flashed with heat and she suddenly turned into an empty alley, throwing the SUV into park. She reached across, pulling Eva’s head toward her and ravaging her mouth with a heated kiss, their breaths mingling as Eva panted, “Hhhhhh—ohhh—ahhhh—Oh babe—yes—” between hungry presses of their lips. Clara growled softly into her mouth, "God, babe, you taste so good," making Eva moan, "Mmmnnn—hhhhh—Clara—touch me."

Clara’s hand slid up to squeeze Eva’s leaking breast, earning a shuddering “Mmmnnnn—hahhhh—ahhh,” from her, then she ducked down to suckle through the damp fabric while Eva whimpered and gasped, “Babe—ohhh—suck harder—ahhh—yes—right there—hhhhh—ahhhh—feels so full.” Clara’s voice dropped, hot against her skin, "I love how swollen you are for me." Eva groaned, "Hhhhhh—yesss—ohhh—babe—play with it more," her hips shifting restlessly.

Her free hand dipped low between Eva’s spread legs to cup and press against the massive bulge there, fingers kneading gently, Clara moaning against her as she felt her clit throb beneath her touch. Eva’s hips rolled toward her with broken cries of “Ahhhh—hhhhh—Clara—ohhh—ha-harder—ahhh—d-don’t stop—hhhhh.”

The pressure built fast and Eva’s panting turned to sharp gasps, “Hhhhhh—ahhh—babe—ohhh—God—hhhhh—ahhh—yes—yes—yes—” until her body tensed and she shuddered hard with a deep, guttural moan as release tore through her.

A sudden gush of warmth flooded beneath her, splattering the underpads, making both of them gasp. Clara chuckled breathlessly, kissing her once more, tasting her moans, before pulling back with a grin. “That was one way to get things moving, babe.” Eva laughed weakly, still panting, “Hhhhhh—ohhh—yeah—let’s go—before he decides to really come out in here like Jarred.” Clara threw the car back into drive and steered them out of the alley toward the hospital.

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 19 days ago

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The Vault - Week 29 - Cheater's Baby

Hey bunnies! 👋🏻😁🐰 How's everyone doing? I'm just catching up on work here at the Vault after such a stressful week with the shut-down of Ko-Fi and all the setup to the new platform.

If you are still subscribed to me on Ko-Fi, please unsubscribe now or else Ko-Fi WILL continue to charge you despite my page being unpublished and there is nothing I can do about it. I am changing the password for the Vault on September 5th; until then, we will use the current password. If you want to renew your subscription after September 5th, click here to see the new home of The Preggo Fantasy Vault.

Anyhooooo I'm dropping week 30 as scheduled by Saturday, and the last commissions from Ko-Fi in the coming week.

Thank you for still being here, bunny! Love y'all! 💖

Word Count: 4,064 words

Summary: A very pregnant woman walks into a diner after dark to confront her cheating husband and show him exactly what he left behind.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit content about childbirth and pregnancy. Graphic labor and birth details, gushing fluids, public birth, humiliation, visible arousal, cheating bastards, dumb mistresses, and diner floors soaked in more than just coffee.

Doug tried again. "It’s not what you think. We were just talking. She’s a friend."

Doreen didn’t look at the girl. "You’re a grown man. You don’t drive three towns over to talk to a friend in the middle of the week. You don’t come home after midnight smelling like cheap perfume and lipstick your shirt collar doesn’t recognize."

"Doreen, please, can we go outside—"

"No. You want to live in the mess, you get to stay in it."

Her voice never rose, but it cut clean through the diner’s white noise. One of the patrons pushed away their plate and stood to leave.

Doreen moved closer. Her belly brushed the edge of the booth as she stopped. "This is number six, Douglas. The sixth baby I’ve carried while you weren’t home, while you chased some pretty little thing you could bounce on your cock who didn’t have stretch marks or swollen ankles or a belly full of your next damn spawn weighing her down every hour of the day."

He looked at her belly then, for the first time like he was seeing it as real. His mouth opened, but he didn’t speak.

And that’s when she felt it. A low, deep pull, like a cord tightening from the inside. She gasped and caught the edge of the booth with both hands. The pressure snapped down through her pelvis and her thighs trembled with the force of it.

Doug opened his mouth, words fumbling out in a low stammer. "That’s not fair, Doreen. You knew I never—"

"Never what? Never meant to—"

Her breath hitched. A deep, guttural groan tore from her chest, followed by a sharp, open-mouthed moan that rattled up her throat without warning. "Hhhhhnnnnnnnnuhhhh—ahhhh—ohhhhhh—"

She gasped, her entire body seizing forward, hands gripping the booth tighter. Her knees knocked slightly as a powerful cramp twisted through her abdomen.

Then it hit the floor.

A heavy gush splattered against the linoleum in a sudden, unmistakable rush. A loud splash followed, fluid streaming down her legs and flooding her shoes. The waitress gasped and stumbled backward, one hand clapping over her mouth.

Doreen stayed upright, one hand braced on the booth, the other clutching her side. "You did this," she spat, face twisted. "You did this and left me to carry it alone, just like you left me all five other times—home alone in the bathtub, in a taxi cab with a stranger holding my hand, in a hospital hallway screaming while the nurse begged me not to push, even once in the middle of a grocery aisle because you were too busy to pick up the damn phone. You haven’t seen a single one of our children come into this world since the first, but now you get to stand there and watch me tear open for you all over again."

Doug raised both hands as if he could wave it all away. "You know it wasn’t like that. I didn’t plan for any of this. She just listened. She smiled at me like you used to. It didn’t mean anything."

Doreen blinked at him, once, slow and sharp. "Do you even hear yourself?"

"It’s not like I stopped loving you," he added quickly, eyes darting to Ray, to the girl behind him, then back to the soaked floor under her feet. "You’ve just been—God, Doreen, look at you. You’ve been nothing but angry for months, fuck for years! I can’t talk to you without a fight."

"Well who's fault is that?? You're the one who can't help but knock me up the moment the doctor clears me! You didn’t want to talk to me. You wanted a pair of legs that didn’t come with responsibility."

Her voice cracked as her spine arched backward.

A deep, guttural groan tore from her chest, followed by a sharp, open-mouthed moan that rattled up her throat without warning. "Hhhhhhhhhaaaaahhh—nnnnnnuhhhhh—Aaaaahhh—God—nnnnnnnghhhhhh—"

Her hands scrambled to lift the hem of her soaked dress, dragging it up past her thighs, baring the full curve of her belly and the thick swell of her mound pressed low and bulging massively between her legs. Her lips parted around slowly a massive head as her groan broke into a gasp.

"Aaahhh—hhhhh—ohhh!"

Another gush followed, sudden and explosive. More fluids continued to burst in a rush against the floor, the splash sharp and unmistakable on the linoleum as the head continued to peak through. Fluid streamed down her inner thighs, soaking through her shoes as she braced herself wide, breathing in short, broken pants.

"Hh—hhuhhh—hhuhh—nnnnhhh—oh God—hhuhh—"

Ray was at her side in an instant. He placed one hand on her lower back, steadying her. "We need to get you in the car. Come on."

She shook her head violently. "No. I’m not going anywhere."

Doug stepped forward. "Doreen—"

"Don’t say my name. Don’t even try."

Another contraction overtook her, harder, faster. Her knees buckled slightly, and Ray’s arm caught her waist. Her fingers dug into the vinyl of the booth.

"Hnnnnggh—God—nnnngghhhaaah—"

She let out a sharp cry as the baby shifted lower, her voice warbling into a moan. Her lips parted wide. "Ohhh—uhhh—ahhhh—"

"Ray," she panted, "I need to push."

He looked around helplessly. "Here?"

"Yes. Right here."

She spread her feet wider, sinking into a squat against the booth, one hand gripping the backrest, the other cradling the underside of her belly. Her dress clung wet to her thighs, amniotic fluid pooling beneath her.

She groaned, low and grinding, then bore down with a guttural cry.

"Nnnnnhhhhhhgggh—Hhhuuuuuhhh—God—ngggghhhhaaaaahhh!"

The diner stood frozen. The waitress backed away slowly, eyes wide, her hands fidgeting with the edge of her apron. Doug turned to her, voice low and desperate.

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 21 days ago

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The New Home of The Preggo Fantasy Vault

A little update from me and the Vault. You probably saw the drama a few weeks back. After all the work setting up our Buy Me a Coffee page, they shut it down out of nowhere. It was such a blow, and because of that, all active subscriptions there were automatically canceled and are now in the process of being refunded by the platform. It can take up to 30 days, but I have already emailed them asking to speed it up so you can hop back in sooner.

We are now on Patreon! I don't know why I resisted it in the past, but they seem like the best choice for a paywall as they openly allow 18+/adult content. But we're all set up there and so far I'm liking it better.

If you were on Ko-Fi and still have an active subscription that started before August 6 and continues beyond that date, I will keep sending you passwords manually until September 5. After that, everything will be fully inside Patreon, with weekly passwords posted there for members.

So if you want to stay in the Vault or come back in, here is what to do: ✨ If you were on Buy Me a Coffee – wait for your refund, then re-subscribe on Patreon ✨ If you were on Ko-Fi – make sure your subscription covers dates after August 6, then keep using the passwords I send until September 5, and switch over to Patreon after that date

Don't have the Vault password? Send me an email [email protected] using the email you used to sign up for Ko-Fi.

If you’d like to rejoin the Vault, you can sign up anytime here:

👉 https://www.patreon.com/c/drewharrisonwriter/membership

Thank you for sticking with me through all of this. I know it has been a wild ride, but your support keeps me going and I cannot wait to keep sharing stories with you in our cozy little corner of the internet. 💜

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 23 days ago

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Membership Unpublished

Hey Bunnies! I'm coming on here to let y'all know that our membership page on Ko-Fi was unpublished or temporarily suspended without any warnings from Ko-Fi's end.

To be honest, I've had it with them doing this without warning, this is the third time it has happened. If you guys have any recommendations aside from Patreon as to where we could migrate our membership I would really appreciate it.

Please bear with me while I connect with the Ko-Fi team on getting my page re-published. In the mean time, I did not change the password for this past week, and you can still access the Vault Portal and read through our latest stories.

If you are a Preggo Fantasy Vault member and don't know this past week's password, send me a DM here with the email you used to sign up for my membership and I'll give it to you.

Thank you!

#birth kink #fpreg #giving birth #labor and delivery #labor kink #pregnant #birth #multiples #childbirth #pregnancy #help #announcement #membership #thepreggofantasyvault

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 25 days ago

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could you maybe have a specific tag for your freebie stories 👉👈 I'd love to be able to find them easier while scrolling through your blog

Hiii! thank you for this suggestion and absolutely, I've tagged them #freestory ^_^

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 27 days ago

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The Vault - Week 28 - Record Breakers

Hey bunnies! 👋🏻😁🐰 So, this week is sort of a first in the membership and like last week's story, this has been in my Work In-Progress folder for months, this honestly has preceeded the membership itself, and IDK why I was so so afraid to post it when I read content like this in our space all the time.

I finished it last week and am finally ready to share my first MPREG story with y'all! 💖😎 I think I also need to say now, even with all the warnings below, that this will be anatomically unrealistic. lol

But I hope y'all love it, though I know it's not everyone's cup of tea, but I'd love your feedback nonetheless.

Word Count: 9,664 words

Summary: A pregnant mukbanger and his weightlifter husband turn their growing obsession into the internet’s favorite spectacle.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. Contains explicit sexual content between consenting adult men, including pregnancy kink, belly worship, orgasmic birth, anal sex during labor, food play, fluid expulsion, streaming/exhibitionism, and highly vocal, graphic anal birth scenes. Features a fictionalized male pregnancy within an established MM relationship, anatomically unrealistic labor and delivery, and an estimated 16-pound baby born after a 36-hour marathon. Reader discretion is strongly advised due to the physical intensity and kink-focused narrative.

Sometimes Micah didn’t know which contraction was real. They all felt real. His belly would seize and harden, round as a globe, shiny and high and obscene. He’d sink into a squat and press his palms to the floor, moaning like he was seconds from crowning. Ezra would stroke himself to the sound, thick and flushed and whispering, "Just like that, baby. Breathe. Fuck, you sound so ready."

And Micah did sound ready—ready to fuck, ready to give birth, ready to break open right there on the mat while Ezra worshipped the chaos he’d made. The sounds were constant now. Hiccups and breathy moans and sharp yelps every time he sat down too fast or shifted the wrong way or bent to reach something and got caught in the swell of his own middle. And Ezra, poor sweet Ezra, couldn’t get through a day without leaking into his briefs just watching Micah eat.

And boy did he eat. Micah ate like it was a sport, like his body was a furnace that needed constant fueling, hunger gnawing at him from the inside out with a persistence that matched the pace of his contractions and the fullness of his belly. During one stream, he polished off three protein bowls and a tray of croissants without once pausing the vibrator Ezra had strapped inside him, moaning around spoonfuls of peanut butter while his belly bounced visibly with each wave of stimulation. At one point he laughed, breathless, and said, "Fuck, I think I just had a contraction with a mouthful of banana."

The chat lost it, tips exploded and Ezra came in his fist so hard he hit the tripod.

By then, even Micah’s breathing pattern had started triggering Ezra’s arousal. The way he panted in sevens, hissed through tight lips, pressed his hand to his lower belly while whispering, "Again. There it is again."

They didn’t bother pretending anymore. No one was here for subtlety. Sex happened constantly and on-camera. The lines blurred. Sometimes Ezra would take him on the couch mid-stream, not even stopping the mukbang, just feeding him bites between thrusts while Micah writhed on his lap and begged, breathless, "Don’t stop, I can feel it coming again, don’t stop, please, please—"

Ezra would oblige. Every time. And when the contraction hit, hard and full and cresting under Micah’s skin like a wave against the shore, he would bite into Ezra’s neck and let out a broken sob of pleasure so raw the audio feed clipped.

They rewatched the footage constantly. Ezra kept a loop of it playing in the background while he worked. Micah fell asleep to it. Neither of them had climaxed without that soundtrack for weeks.

The baby's estimated weight had already surpassed Ezra's birth weight by a full two pounds, and when they walked into the OB’s office for their thirty-six week appointment, even the receptionist did a double take.

Micah’s belly was immense—full, taut, visibly overstretched like the skin had long outgrown its original plans. It looked not just overdue but overripe, massive and domed and undeniably low, the kind of belly that made strangers stare, like someone had shoved a whole toddler inside and then dared it to keep growing. The doctor had to bring in a second nurse just to help position the ultrasound wand, and even she muttered, under her breath, "Jesus, this baby’s measuring like he’s ready for kindergarten."

Micah was panting through it, spread wide on the table, gown bunched under the shelf of his belly, skin flushed and gleaming with stretch marks that looked like lightning strikes, and his cock, embarrassingly aching and hard. Ezra didn’t even try to hide his erection, too, he stood at the foot of the table, fists clenched at his sides, jaw tight, watching the monitor while the doctor tried to get a full measurement and Micah groaned through what he swore were contractions and not just Braxton Hicks this time.

The moment the doctor stepped out to grab a measuring chart, Ezra was on him. There was no time for talk, no time for undressing, just the slap of Ezra’s hand against the exam table as he flipped up the edge of Micah’s gown and pushed inside him, both of them grunting like animals, the thin walls doing nothing to muffle the sounds of slapping skin and Micah’s endless, broken moans.

The paper crinkled under them. Micah was gripping the stirrups, gasping, “He’s moving—he’s moving—he knows,” as Ezra thrust into him like the only way to calm them both down was to finish fast and filthy right there in the fluorescent clinical glow. They didn’t finish before the doctor returned. The door creaked open and the doctor walked in, flipping through the chart in his hands without glancing up at first. Both of them froze, breathless, locked in place, Ezra still buried to the hilt and Micah trembling with the sharp edge of orgasm already climbing. Then the doctor looked up. He blinked. They all locked eyes—Ezra flushed and wide-eyed, Micah gasping through clenched teeth—and then, just like that, they came. Micah’s entire body clenched around Ezra with a wet cry that cracked through the air like lightning, while Ezra groaned and pulsed inside him, gripping his hips as if trying to stay grounded in the wave.

The doctor coughed once, carefully placed the chart on the counter, and wordlessly grabbed the box of tissues from his desk by the door, handing it to Ezra calmly and a barely-there smile. "It’s normal," he said, like he was reminding himself, "Hormones can rile things up this late in the game. Happens more often than you’d think."

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 1 month ago

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The Vault - Week 27 - Jackpot

Hey bunnies! 👋🏻😁🐰 So I had a little oopsie lol I had this story scheduled to go out last Sunday evening and it never did 😭 Sorry about that, but here is week 27 and I've been meaning to write about this scenario for quite a while, and TBH this has been on my WIPs (works in progress) folder since week 9 lol So I hope you enjoy this!

Words: 3,873 words

Summary: A genius mother 5 plays through labor and birth in a casino to pay off her husband's debt.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic features highly explicit sexual content intertwined with unmedicated childbirth. Includes: active labor in public, slot machine play during crowning, vaginal and anal sex during labor, clit and nipple stimulation, orgasmic birth, wet fluid detail, and a baby born mid-casino climax. Dirty talk, body worship, and mild exhibitionism throughout. Reader discretion strongly advised due to graphic and kink-centered themes.

"Hnnngh—ahhh—fuck," she panted, jaw clenched, hips rolling with the pressure. "Logan—oh god, it's coming."

"We need to get you to the hospital," he said, voice tight, already rising.

She shook her head, eyes glassy. "There's no time."

He opened his mouth to argue but stopped himself. He knew better. He’d seen her do this before, felt the momentum of her labors when they moved too fast for any protocol. Their last baby had come in the front seat of their minivan. This one wasn’t waiting for anyone.

She squatted lower, her back arching as she let out a long, guttural moan. "Nnnnnghh—haaah—haaah—I have to push—Logan—I can’t not push—"

"Okay, okay—I’ve got you," he murmured, kneeling behind her, one arm ready to catch, the other on her hip. "Breathe with me, baby. You’ve got this."

"Haaaah—haaah—HNNNNGH!" her voice cracked as she bore down, thighs shaking, belly contracting hard beneath her palm. Logan could already see the bulge between her cheeks starting to open, slick and glistening with pressure.

Another push tore through her, and she cried out louder, one hand smacking against the machine as her knees trembled.

"It’s stretching," she gasped. "Oh—oh god—Logan—it’s stretching so bad it feels so gooooood—ooohhhaaaahhhh—"

"You’re doing perfect," he said, breath hot against her lower back. "Let it stretch, baby, you're almost there."

She grunted, moaned, and pushed again, her belly rock hard and low, her hips trembling under his grip. The head began to crown, slowly parting her, slick and taut with pressure, and she wailed—raw, feral, and beautiful.

"Haaaah—haaah—HNNNNGH! Oh fuck—oh fuck it’s coming!" she screamed, body bearing down with a shuddering force. Her hand shot out, yanking the lever on the slot machine even as her knees bent deeper into a squat. The reels spun wildly, lights flickering, coins clinking in programmed rhythm while her body opened further.

"Hnnnnh—Logan—it's tearing through me—feels so deep—ahhh—can't stop this even if I wanted to," she moaned, eyes clenched shut, her face flushed and slick with sweat. Logan’s hands stayed firm under her, one palm guiding, the other stroking over the curve of her belly that was rock-solid with the force of her labor.

"You're doing it, baby," he breathed, watching as more of the head slipped into view. "God, you're beautiful—just like this."

She reached forward again, pulling the lever mid-contraction, her other hand gripping the side of the machine for balance. A long, guttural moan ripped from her chest. "Ohhhh—haaah—haaah—Logan—I'm so close—I can feel everything—"

The slot machine pinged with a small win, coins dropping noisily into the tray, and she laughed breathlessly through the pain. "Told you... still lucky," she gasped, bearing down again, her thighs quaking.

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 1 month ago

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The Vault - Week 26 - Level 10

Hey bunnies! 👋🏻😁🐰 Week 26 came in a bit late but rest assured week 27 comes out tonight as well, so you get two stories today! (yay!) Similar to last week, we're still not home but we're doing alright, I think it might take us a lot longer to go back to our old neighborhood and rebuild. There's a lot of cleanup involved and it's pretty nasty lol ANYWHOOOO... Hope you all enjoy this story, it's pretty tame unlike the stories before it. I still hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. ^_^ Words: 3,001 words

Summary: A very pregnant woman arrives at the hospital… only to find the delivery rooms are ten floors up. And the stairs? Mandatory. 😏

Author’s Notes/Warnings: MDNI. 18+ only. This fic contains explicit content involving pregnancy, labor, and childbirth. Includes: stairwell labor, slightly hard birth, unmedicated delivery, birth denial, delayed pushing, exhaustion play, multiple births witnessed, implied future breeding kink. Please read responsibly.

As they passed a room with the door flung wide open, another cry tore through the air. A woman sat against the wall, shirt open, one breast already taken by a hungry newborn, her face flushed and dazed with effort. Her legs were spread wide again, knees up, another contraction wracking her body.

"Another one coming," the nurse said with surprise, hands already in motion. "Surprise twin. Didn’t catch it on the last scan."

The woman groaned, curling around the baby still inside her, her hand cradling the one already latched at her chest. Her partner hovered at her side, murmuring something soothing, sweat glistening on her brow.

She stopped walking and bent forward, one hand braced on her knee, the other locked hard over her belly. Her moan came out rough and trembling.

"Hoooo hoooo hoo hoo hoo," she panted, eyes wide. "What if I’m not meant to make it to the tenth floor? What if I’m meant to birth in some random hallway like this?"

He shook his head, his arm around her waist now, strong and sure. "You’re going to make it. One more step. Just one more."

The contraction peaked and her body betrayed her, the baby’s head pushing against her opening, slipping forward as her knees shook. She felt it, slick and unbearable, and with a sharp cry she reached down instinctively and pushed it back inside, her fingers trembling.

"Aaaaaahh!" she yelped, the burn blooming bright between her legs. "I can’t—"

"Yes you can. We’re so close. Come on."

Each stair after that felt like dragging her body through fire, the pressure constant, the baby riding every motion, every sway of her hips, until her underwear clung to her like a seal barely holding back the tide.

Her groans were no longer muffled. They echoed off the stairwell walls, drawn out and low and helpless as her belly pulsed under her palms, round and high and dropping with every breath.

When they reached the tenth floor landing, she gripped the door handle with both hands, panting wildly, eyes wild and unfocused.

"It’s coming," she moaned. "Oh god it’s coming."

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 1 month ago

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Would you consider releasing “the second wife” to some of your long time fans on here 🙏

Hello nonny! Thank you for asking but unfortunately, The Second Wife is exclusive content for the members of The Preggo Fantasy Vault :( I do, however, release free stories every now and then, as well as post commissioned stories for free. If you are interested in commissioning a story, too so it can be customized to your liking and be posted freely (or not!) my commissions are currently open. ^_^

#birth kink #fpreg #giving birth #labor and delivery #birth #childbirth #labor kink #pregnancy #pregnant #hard birthing #commissions open #commission #commission art #open commissions

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 1 month ago

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Your story Survival of the Concubines is great, but is there any way you could tag it for character death too?

Hi! Oh absolutely, my apologies I've just updated the tags and warnings for Survival of the Concubines. Thank you for flagging me 🙏🏻💕 Really appreciate it!

#birth kink #fpreg #giving birth #labor and delivery #childbirth #hard birthing #labor kink #pregnancy #birth #pregnant

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itsdrewharrisontoo · 1 month ago

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BONUS FREEBIE STORY - Viewer’s Choice - The Vault

Hellooo Bunnies! 👋🏻🐰 How's everyone's week going? We're still not able to go back home. Still, we're doing alright, hope you're all doing well, too 🙏🏻💕

Well, this bonus free story is supposed to be our entry for week 26, but that will be another post later today as this is a special request from our Vault member, Giorgio Casetti.

They specifically requested that I make this request free to the public. 😁 Such a good heart 💖 Hope you all enjoy this!

Word Count: 3,075 words

Summary: A preggo live streamer is given a special gift with special instructions by one of her biggest fans

Author’s Notes/Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI. 18+ only. This story features a very pregnant camgirl giving a live show that includes toy play (Lovense 3 and anal dildo), edging, orgasmic birth, and full-on-camera delivery. Expect detailed labor sensations, dirty talk, fluid-heavy realism, and a crowning-to-cum climax followed by the baby being born directly onto the floor. Reader discretion is strongly advised due to intense birth and sexual content.

Ari's belly hung low between her thighs as she adjusted her camera angle, tugging the hem of her soft cropped tee just enough to expose the full swell of her bump, the bottom curve resting heavy on her lap as she leaned forward, checking the lighting one more time. The countdown timer blinked quietly in the corner of the screen, five minutes until showtime, and already the room smelled faintly of her body oil and a trace of sweat beneath the cotton waistband of her panties. She exhaled slowly through her nose, one hand pressing gently against the side of her belly, not from pain exactly, but from that slow-squeezing pressure that had been curling through her back and hips all morning, subtle but more rhythmic than before.

The Lovense 3 sat already tucked inside her, snug and warm, the smooth silicone perfectly cradled where she wanted it most, the soft curve of the clit stimulator resting flush against her slit. She’d lubed it carefully, easing it in while she still felt steady, her breath catching a little as it nestled deeper, not uncomfortable, just full. Full was her entire state these days, from her heavy breasts resting against her belly to the aching throb between her thighs that never really went away anymore.

Her inbox pinged.

[ you better be wearing what I sent you ]

Ari smiled at the message from Nico, her favorite regular. He was relentless in the best way, always hovering in her chat, always the first to tip, always the one who sent her things she didn’t even realize she wanted until she was gasping his name into the dark. She typed back quickly, fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced ease.

[ it’s in and already making me squirm ]

Another ping, then another.

[ good girl. save me a private later ]

She flushed and bit her lip, then rolled her hips slowly on the edge of the chair, letting the sensation press just right against the toy buried inside her, not enough to get close, just enough to remind her how close she could get if she wanted.

The pressure in her pelvis made her pause. It wasn’t quite arousal this time, not with the way her lower belly tensed and held through the breath she didn’t know she was holding, a sensation that didn’t melt like heat but instead gripped like a warning whispered low in her bones.

She shifted again, slowly, easing onto her feet and walking to the mirror to check her angles, one hand sliding down her side to rest below her belly. Her breath caught for a second, her brows knitting together. That was definitely another one. Low, deep, and a little tighter than the last.

But she brushed it off.

She’d had a dozen like that yesterday and nothing came of it.

She stepped back into the glow of the ring light, let her palms glide up the sides of her belly in a slow circle, then sat down carefully on her wide padded chair, angling her knees apart and letting the camera drink in every inch of her. The chat was already moving by the time the timer hit zero.

Welcome back, MamaAri. Missed you.

God you're so big now. You look ready to pop.

Wiggle a little for us?

She grinned, fingers dancing over the keyboard as she replied to each in kind, her voice coming soft and teasing over the mic as she adjusted her position just enough to press down against the Lovense again, the pressure drawing a soft hum from her lips as the toy buzzed once, a low idle purr she knew was only the beginning.

"Let’s have some fun, guys. Who wants to make me squirm first tonight?"

Tokens poured in.

She moaned on cue as the Lovense pulsed harder, the chat erupting with cheers and requests and tip-driven dares. Her body arched as the vibrations built slowly inside her, warm and steady, coaxing heat into the edge of her clit, pressure curling tight inside her swollen walls. She was soaked already. She’d been soaked before she even hit Go Live. Another round of tokens and the speed jumped, sending a ripple through her belly that made her pause.

That was not the toy.

That was her body.

A slow, hard clench that dragged across her pelvis like a wave. Her breath hitched and she covered it with a moan, letting her fingers slide up under her shirt to tease her nipple as she rode it out, hips shifting in slow, desperate circles against the chair. Her viewers wouldn’t know the difference. Not yet.

But her body did.

And the toy was still buzzing, steady and high, the tip control now passed to the top tipper for ten full minutes.

She leaned back a little more and eased her legs apart, letting the camera catch the slick gleam between her thighs as she reached down and gently pulled aside the thin strip of fabric that had been barely covering her, giving her audience a full view of the Lovense snug and glistening where it sat tucked deep against her, the chat lighting up in response.

"You like that view, don’t you? She’s working hard for you already," Ari murmured, dragging her fingers along her inner thigh before tapping the base of the toy so the movement made her thighs twitch, her breath hitching as the vibrations steadied.

Dildo next. You know what we want.

Get the big one. The usual.

She laughed softly, reaching off-camera to grab the thick black dildo, its familiar weight solid in her hand, her fingers curling around the base before she held it up toward the screen.

"You missed this fat thing, huh? Greedy tonight," she teased, angling her hips slightly and guiding the tip between the cheeks of her ass, already slippery with the mix of anticipation and the lingering buzz from the Lovense, her voice dipping into a breathy moan as she settled just the head inside, not thrusting yet, just letting the stretch tease the edge of fullness.

"Still have the Lovense in too, so if you want me to take all of this, you better make it worth it," she added, and the tokens started to rain in again, her lips parting in a sharp gasp as she slowly, carefully, began to lower herself onto the dildo while the egg inside her continued to thrum, the stretch almost too much, her whole body trembling from the layered sensation that filled her to the brim.

Nico’s username popped up like a flare in the flood of messages, his font color custom and unmistakable, a signature so distinct it silenced the noise around it, dragging her attention straight to him like a reflex she couldn’t unlearn.

NicoKnowsU tipped $500

Don’t cum yet. I just tipped for control and the remote's mine for ten minutes. Sit on that dildo and ride it for us, nice and slow. Let them see how good you take it, but hold it in, baby I want you aching for it when the timer runs out.

Ari froze, lips parted around a half-caught breath as the toy throbbed once, then twice, harder now, calibrated with a precision she knew meant Nico had already synced his settings. The chat exploded in a wave of caps-locked cheers, emojis flying, tokens raining in at a rate she hadn’t seen since her last top-five night. Her screen lit with alerts. The Lovense surged again. The pressure coiled high and tight in her pelvis, and her thighs quivered as she leaned forward, gripping the arms of her chair to ground herself.

"That’s a hell of a tip for some self-control," she whispered, her breath catching in her throat as the Lovense buzzed harder and the dildo stretched deeper inside her, the mic picking up every shift of air, every wet squelch, every strained gasp as she gripped the arms of the chair tighter and moaned low in her throat. "Fuck—feels so full," she groaned, half-laughing as her hips bucked against the pressure, her thighs quivering from the slow grind. "You want me stuffed and begging, huh? Wanna see me break? Not yet, not yet—oh fuck, it’s deep—too deep—" she panted, her voice riding the edge of a whimper as the next wave hit and she bit down on her lip so hard she tasted copper.

C’mon, MamaAri, let’s see you hold it.

Ten minutes? That’s cruel.

She’s shaking already. No way she lasts.

"You bastards want me to explode on cam, huh?" Ari gasped between giggles and groans, her words slurring with heat as she clawed at the arms of her chair, her voice catching in the back of her throat just as the next setting pulsed hard and deep inside her. "Fuuuuck—fuck—y-you hear that? That’s Nico turning me inside out," she moaned, her hips twitching forward and back, rocking through the pressure as the vibrations dug in low and unrelenting. "You filthy fucking pervs, you love this shit—mmmhhgod it’s so much," she whimpered, her voice cracking over a needy pant as the dildo shifted deeper with her movement.

Make her scream, Nico!

Ride it, Mama. Don’t stop.

She’s dripping. Look at that chair.

"Y-you’re gonna make me drown this chair, you assholes," she choked out with a wet laugh, her belly jumping tight under her hands as another tremor pulled through her like a wire being drawn back. Her nipples were aching, skin flushed, her thighs trembling with the effort to stay grounded while her whole body cried out to give in. "Oh god—oh fffuck, it’s so deep—I can’t, I can’t hold—" she groaned, breath hitching as her voice pitched into a higher register, the kind of sound that had the chat lighting up again with chants and token drops.

The buzz locked into a rhythm that wasn’t fast but carved deep, every throb pulling her tighter, stretching her slick and swollen, her belly full and aching while under it all, something shifted again low and hard, a swelling pressure rooted so deep and slow it made her breath catch, not from vibration or stretch, but from the unmistakable shift of her body softening and yielding, starting to open from the inside out.

Nine minutes had passed, and Ari’s whole body felt strung out on the edge of something molten, every muscle clenched, her belly a taut, throbbing dome that pulsed in time with the brutal vibrations between her legs. Her nipples were flushed and painfully stiff, poking through her thin cropped tee as she rocked gently in her chair, eyes fluttering shut and breath stuttering with every pulse that rolled up her spine.

"Fuck—fuck, I can’t—oh god, I’m not gonna last," she panted, her voice thick and ragged, barely getting the words out between moans. "You guys see what you’re doing to me? My belly’s hard as a fucking rock—fuck, my tits hurt—Nico, I’m gonna—"

You’ve done good, baby. Cum for us.

Nico’s message hit like a permission slip signed in fire, and the second she saw it, her whole body bucked forward with a sob, the kind of release that stole her breath and sent a thick spray arcing from between her legs. The camera caught the edge of it as it hit the lens, blurring the shot with a flash of fluid and steam.

"Shit—fuck, sorry—" she laughed breathlessly, her thighs still shaking as she leaned forward, wiping the lens with the hem of her shirt, her other hand steadying herself against the back of the chair. She moaned low as she lifted herself carefully, easing off the thick dildo with a wet gasp, her body clenching as she pulled the Lovense from her slick folds, both toys coated and twitching with residual pulses.

The chat was chaos—strings of emojis, endless tips, commands overlapping pleas—none of it coherent but all of it worshipful.

She stood for a second, chest heaving, legs wobbling as she set the toys down out of frame. Her hand just started to reach for the towel on her desk when her whole body pitched forward with a low gasp, a gush of clear fluid splashing down her thighs and onto the floor in a sudden, unmistakable rush.

"Oh—oh shit, fuck, that was—my water just—"

She didn’t finish the sentence.

Her knees buckled and she stumbled back into the chair with a soft grunt, gripping the arms as her legs fell open instinctively, her breath caught in her throat as she looked down between them.

"Oh fuck—the head’s right there—he’s coming, oh my god—he’s coming right now—"

The chat exploded again, faster than she could read, a wall of all-caps, hearts, moans typed out in rows, money flying like confetti in the ticker. Ari couldn’t look away from the screen, couldn’t lift her hands from the arms of the chair, couldn’t move except to pant and groan and ride the next wave curling down her spine like a live wire snapping loose.

NicoKnowsU tipped $500

Start pushing for us, baby. Show them how you bring him into the world. Show them everything.

Her breath hitched and she whimpered, eyes squeezing shut as her knees spread wider, her heels bracing against the carpet as her back curled around the massive ball of her belly, taut and round and hanging so low between her thighs that it nearly touched the seat. She felt the pressure shift down, not just inside her but everywhere, as if her hips had unlocked and her spine was hanging by threads.

"Hnnnnnng—ahhhh fuck, okay, okay—" she groaned, bearing down with a breathy moan as her hands slid down to grip behind her thighs, holding herself open. The sound she made was sharp and wet and drawn out, high at first and then deeper, a growl punched out of her as the pressure built harder against her opening.

The head didn’t just slide—it pressed and stretched, her lips pulled wide around it, her clit swollen and throbbing just above, twitching with every heartbeat. Her belly jumped and clenched visibly, skin taut and glossy with sweat, the heavy weight of it resting against her legs like an anchor, rocking as she bore down.

Fuck she’s really doing it

Push mama push

Stretch that pussy for us

Let him out!

Her voice cracked as she gasped, "He’s stuck, fuck, he’s right there, I can feel it—oh god it’s burning—"

NicoKnowsU tipped $500

Play with your clit and nipples for us while you push. Keep those hands moving. You can take it, baby. You're perfect.

Her hand shook as she obeyed, one sliding down her belly, skimming over the stretched skin to find her clit, the other curling under her shirt to roll her nipple between slick fingers. She sobbed at the sensation, a twisted blend of pleasure and primal pain that made her thighs tremble and her hips jerk.

"Ffffuck—ahhh—hahhh—nnnnnngghhh!" she cried, curling over her belly again and pushing with everything she had, her fingers never stopping, her mouth open and gasping as the head finally slipped past the thickest point, her body pulsing around it.

More tips flooded in.

You’re amazing

Oh my god it’s out it’s out

Keep going mama he’s almost here!

Her toes curled into the carpet and she groaned louder, another deep, guttural push tearing out of her throat as her body bowed forward, her fingers digging into the arms of the chair. "Nnnnghh—so close—fuck—he’s so big—" she whimpered, her voice catching as her belly tightened rock-solid once more, the weight of it pressing low and hard between her thighs. Sweat dripped from her chin, her nipples rigid under her shirt, each breath a wheezing pant that turned into a high keen with every inch the baby moved.

"You fucking see this? You see how wide I’m stretching for you? Ghhhaaahhh—g-god yes—push—push—" she babbled, her hands sliding again to her clit and nipple, dragging rough circles against sensitive flesh as the baby slid lower, her cunt stretched wide and twitching around the huge crown. "Ohhh—nggggh—fuck, Nico—he’s almost—"

Her head snapped back and she screamed, every muscle locking as the rest of the baby tore free in one slippery gush, landing with a heavy thud and splat onto the carpet between her spread thighs, fluid pouring from her with a second rush.

And in that same moment her body shook, clamped down, and she came hard, a sobbing scream tumbling out of her as her orgasm crashed over her, hips jerking, toes curling, pussy still twitching around nothing as she rode it out, staring dazed at the newborn laid out beneath her.

The chat was on fire.

And she couldn’t stop shaking.

Her whole body felt hollowed out and fire-lit, her chest still heaving as her legs trembled open around the sticky mess between them, breath coming in hot, shallow bursts while her eyes stayed fixed on the wet, red-skinned baby lying between her thighs. His arms twitched. His mouth opened wide with a soft gasp. He was crying now, barely, but enough.

Ari blinked hard, a sob catching at the back of her throat not exactly from fear, nor from pain, but from the overwhelming, earth-splitting thing she'd just done in front of hundreds of people, live, raw, unfiltered, and still trickling fluid down her thighs.

"Fuck—fuck—he's perfect," she whispered, voice cracking with emotion as she leaned forward shakily, gathering the baby in her arms, her belly soft and heavy against his weight, still flushed and sensitive. The chat had slowed but was still steady, comments flashing one after the other.

You did it

I’m crying holy shit

That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen

He’s so big omg

I just came

Nico tipped again.

Clean up, baby. Let them see you.

She laughed, wet and broken and real, dragging the towel from beside her chair and gently wiping between her legs first, then the floor, one hand never leaving the baby’s back as he settled against her chest, skin to skin. She leaned toward the camera and adjusted it slowly, bringing her flushed, tear-smeared face into view.

"That was..." she started, but didn’t finish. Her throat closed up around the words. Her eyes were shining.

Another tip rolled in.

We love you, MamaAri. Rest now.

She kissed the baby’s damp forehead and whispered, just barely loud enough for the mic to catch it, "You have no idea how long I’ve waited to meet you."

Then she ended the stream.

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