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Imagine in the dead of night whilst the parents are sleeping, unbeknownst to them only in the next room are two brothers making love.

The younger brother sobs in pleasure and pain as his older brother spreads his legs and pounds him into the mattress.

9 months later, the older brother sits in the living room with his father quietly with a beer as they hear the younger brother’s screams of labour upstairs.

“Noooo!! Aaarghhh it’s cominggg! Arghhhhh!!!”

The father snorts at the screaming before taking a swig of his beer.

“God he’s a screamer, serves him right for spreading his legs.”

On cue the sound of a desperate wail is heard.

“ARGHHH IT BURRNNNSSS!! I’M TEARING! FUCKK!”

He labours for 50 hours straight and the older brother secretly delights in his younger brother’s pain at the birth he caused when he fucked his brother nice and deep.

gahhhh i would LOVE to be the little brother in this scenario<3 i would be hysterical in pain lol

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Sophia - Instrumental Delivery

The ticking clock strikes 4 A.M as a contraction reaches a gradual peak deep within. Sophia squirms as the pain subsides and comes to rest on her back, a gas and air tube tightly bit between her teeth. There’s a knock at the door, and Rachel, Room C’s labour nurse, pokes her head into the room. “I’ve come to examine you, how are you getting on?” Sophia tells her that she’s tired. She’s been in labour for 15 hours, and without a birthing partner for company it feels near twice as long. She takes a seat at the end of my bed. “Alright, my lovely. If you can put your feet together and flop your knees out.” Moving herself into position Sophia watches her put on a pair of blue vinyl gloves and breathes through another contraction. “Am I okay to go ahead?” Sophia nods. A gloved and lubricated forefinger parts her lips, before that and the neighbouring middle are slid gently inside. “Deep breaths for me.” Sophia make use of the gas, gripping hard as she stretches her cervix. Upon withdrawing, “9 centimeters.” She breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ll put in the request for your transfer to delivery, it won’t be too long now.” 

Sitting in an aging wheelchair, Sophia is wheeled through the winding corridors of the city hospital. She is alone, dressed in an open backed hospital gown. An IV has been poked into the back of her right hand, and a blood pressure cuff sits tightly around the other.

The delivery room is cold and sanitary, and not wholly unlike an operating theatre. In the room are four beds, two at each side and facing into the middle. The other three beds are already occupied, Jennifer to Sophia’s left, Maya opposite, and Laura in the third. A table in the far corner, with stirrups resting open either side awaits Sophia’s spread legs. Before leaving the labour room she had been nine centimeters dilated. The pain of being examined, and the fear she felt was nothing compared to the joy of knowing this pain would soon be over. 

In the room, Sophia is met with her medical team, each woman attended by a nurse, an assistant technician and a doctor. For Sophia; Paula, Joe, and Dr. Lucas.

The porter wheels the chair up alongside the birthing table, “alright, Sophia”, Paula is warm, friendly, “if you can sit up for me, we’ll get you across and situated for the delivery.” In between contractions, and with Paula’s arm around her, Sophia manages to stand to her feet. She clutches her bulging belly as a contraction surges through her body. “Okay, Sophia, deep breaths.’ Two minutes. She breathes a sigh of relief. “If you can get your bum on the edge of the bed”. Sophia’s eye catches glimpse of Maya; catheterized, with two fingers of her doctor, Dr. Hunt, resting inside her vagina, awaiting stretch. Using the little step stool, Sophia finds herself seated on the edge of the table. She doesn’t want to look, but her eyes are fixed on Maya. Before she lays back her gown is removed, exposing her large pregnant breasts and hardened nipples. “Lay flat for me.” Paula helps Sophia swing her legs up on to the table. A scream from Jennifer on Sophia’s left fills the room.

Sophia is exposed, lying naked in the corner of the room. Her team busies themselves, placing prep tools on to a tray; sheets, hair removal, antiseptic solution. Paula pulls the tray to her side, “has anyone explained our prep procedures to you?”, Sophia grimaces through the end stages of a contraction before uttering “no”. “Okay, no problem. First of all we’ll get you into position, that is, your legs up in the stirrups. Then Joe, our lovely assistant, will clean and shave your pubic area. You’ll then be draped; catheterized to ensure your bladder is empty; and examined internally. Does that sound okay?”. Sophia nods. “Right, let’s get started.”   

Awaiting the end of another contraction, Paula positions herself to the end of the table. Sophia exhales as the contraction comes to a steady close, and allows her legs to be lifted into the stirrups. The straps are tightened around each of her calves and the stirrups spread wider allowing full view of her soon to be gaping hole. “Lift your bottom up for me.” A blue cotton sheet is pushed underneath her, “and again,” followed by a tarpaulin. “And relax.” Paula moves away from the business end of things, situating herself at the head of the table, just out of her line of vision. 

Joe comes into view in between Sophia’s spread legs. “Ready to get this show on the road?” Holding a small pot in his hand, and a gauze in the other he applies a shaving solution to her vulva. The gauze sweeps against the skin of her lips. The sensation is pleasurable, a cooling effect. Once covered Sophia become acquainted with the razor. Her pubic hair is gradually removed, his thumb parting her labia to ensure each coarse strand is caught. The razor is tossed aside. “Awesome. Now this might feel a little cold.” Sterile water is poured over her, washing away the shaving solution, blood and discharge. He re-equips himself with a small pot, and a gauze held in a pair of forceps. The gauze paints the skin orange with antiseptic. “I’m just going to poke this inside”, the gauze is swept around the inside of her vagina. A second pieces of gauze finds its way to her anus. It tickles, and with little warning she flinches as it’s poked inside. The forceps are then set to rest, and the tray wheeled out of sight.

Joe further widens the stirrups, and places a hand on Sophia’s rotund belly. Her groin feels tight with the stretch. “How are you feeling?”…”good, I think, a little nervous.” “And this is first baby?”…she nods as a contraction builds within. “Okay!..What I’m going to do next is catheterize you, examine you internally, and then we’ll get you pushing.”

A pair of legging drapes are shimmied into position over the stirrups, covering Sophia feet to thigh. “Can I have this arm?” Paula takes a hold of her hand and rests the arm flat against the board, strapping it into place around the wrist. “IV access” she explains, hanging a bag of saline solution on the drip stand. Sophia’s other arm is flat to her side, her fingers wrapped tightly around the metal bar, and a strap around her forearm. An open gown is laid flat across her chest, and a sheet over her middle.

With a nervous finger and thumb, Joe parts her shaven lips. A metal tray is placed beneath her, and the tube is inserted slowly into the urethra. Urine trickles into the dish. Joe places a hand to her pubis and presses down, expelling the remaining fluid from my bladder. The tube is removed. He waits for the contraction to cease before parting her lips with a lubed finger and inserting two into the depths of the vagina, reaching and feeling for the cervix. Sophia grimaces. “Alright…you’re fully dilated.” She smiles a little, thinking of the blissful moment she’s been waiting for, of being stretched and pummeled. His fingers remain deep inside, his thumb pressed into her labia. “Okay, Sophia, what I want you to do, is take a deep breath, put your chin to your chest, and push as if you’re on the toilet. See if you can push my fingers out.”

Paula’s hand behind her head, Sophia’s chin meets her chest and she pushes. Paula counts to ten. “And again!” “Once more for me.” “Come on, Sophia!”

After forty minutes of pushing, Joe steps aside. Dr. Lucas, dressed in surgical scrubs, positions himself in between her spread thighs, and pulls a tray table to his side. “Alrighty then, nice going.” Announcing himself he inserts the first two fingers of his right hand into the vagina, feeling around the edge of the head, still a way up inside. “Okay, Sophia, as you push I’m going to use my fingers to massage your perineum…so, if you could bear down for me, and push like you’ve never pushed before.”

A series of grunts, moans and wails escape her. “And, again…keep going, keep going, keep going…and let it out.” Shrill, she screams a little. “No noise! Go again!” Groaning and straining her bowels open, fecal matter dropping on to the sheet beneath. A dry cloth wipes her clean, and a pad is pushed up against my anus. “Again!” “Okay, and one more for me.” A loud scream fills the room as he withdraws his fingers, reinserting not only those two, but that of the other hand. He pulls and stretches at the opening as Sophia pushes down, Joe’s hand holding the pad firmly against the anus. The head remains stubbornly inside, just visible between the parted swelling lips.

Another 30 minutes passes. A total of 80 minutes spent pushing. “Okay, we’re going to try once more before we start considering intervention.” Paula forces her head forward, as she pushes with all her might, Dr. Lucas forcing her throbbing labia apart. Nothing.

He inserts his fingers deep inside, feeling the position of the baby. They’re both getting tired.

“Right. I need you to listen to me.” Sophia tries to concentrate, but the pain is near unbearable. “I’m going to use a vacuum extractor. That involves placing a little cup onto baby’s head, and as you push, I’ll pull to help guide baby out.” She nods. “I’m going to numb down below, just in case I need to make a cut.”

With two fingers inside the vagina, he injects the perineum with the anaesthetic. Sophia jolts as the needle meets her skin. “Okay.” He shows her the cup. “Nice, deep breaths for me.” The cup is forced into her vagina, “and push for me!” She bears down. “And stop!” He pauses to pump the vacuum. “Okay, now, as you push, I’m going to gently pull. Push!” The cup pops off. Reinserted. “Go again!” “Keep it coming, keep it coming, keep it coming!” Pop. Again. “And, 1, 2, 3…” Pop. 

“Sophia, look at me.” She focuses her eyes on Dr. Lucas’s lips as he speaks to her. With two fingers stretching at her hole, “Baby is getting tired, so what I’m going to do, is use a pair of forceps. They look a little like salad tongs, and will sit either side of the head so that as you push, I’ll be able to pull and deliver baby. I will need to make that cut I’m afraid.”

Joe passes him the first of two metal forceps. It is covered in a white antiseptic cream, and using two fingers inside, gradually applies the first blade. She wails. The second is inserted with the same ease as she yelps and cries. The blades are locked together.

“Scissors.” Joe hands Dr. Lucas a pair of scissors. He pulls the skin of her perineum toward him and slips the blade inside. The two meet as her skin parts. A cloth is pressed hard against the perineum to ease the bleeding.

“Give me a push?” She bears down to push. Dr. Lucas squats to the floor pulling the forceps toward him. She lets out an almighty scream as the head slips further toward her ravaged opening. “And again!” “Bit more!” “Good girl!” He announces, standing up and moving the blades up to the sky. The blades are removed and the head crowns.

The shoulders refuse to follow. “Super pubic pressure!” Joe presses his weight against the pubis, as Dr. Lucas works at the head, pulling and twisting. With the scissors he enlarges the cut, making more space. “Right” he exclaims, inserting his hand under the baby’s body and into the vagina. She can feel his fingers inside as she wails. He finds baby’s arm and slides it across the body, releasing the shoulder. He pulls down, up, down, up and the baby delivers. An audible sigh of relief. Only the placenta to go. 

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God nothing gets me more than a big round belly and some big titties draped around it 😩

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Love this. Love the idea of having to have multiple people keep you calm and loose during delivery. Having to hold off on pushing for the sake of crowning slowly. A form of actual birth denial. Her partner rubbing and gripping her thighs. The midwife saying “if your belly wasn’t so big…”

F****ck.

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It Turns Out It Can Get Worse

Inspired by @smithyfetsmith and her amazing work.

Warning: This story is fictional, unrealistic and contains a very graphic depiction of child birth. Also bear in mind that this is my first story, so please excuse any errors :)

Summary: A very overdue young couple has an unassisted birth with their first child and things don’t go as they planned….

“I see his head” Brian excitedly announced to his straining wife. He could have danced a jig with excitement that finally the end was finally in sight. Marlie had been labor for multiple days and pushing for 7 hours.

Him and his wife had decided on an unassisted birth early on in her pregnancy, wanting the natural experience. But with their baby boy weighing 10 pounds at their 40 week appointment and it now being 3 weeks later. They both knew this baby was massive and was proving to be very difficult.

“Pressure!!!” Marlie cried in alarm as the baby rammed against her tender skin but Brian was too in shock to answer. Between her thighs, her vulva bulged out further than Brian thought was humanly possible. He knew the baby would be big, but he never imagined it could be this big. He swallowed nervously as it continued to grow, his wife’s petite vulva forming a teardrop.

“Shit its stinging!” Marlie cried as the baby forced the teardrop wider. “His heads starting to show” Brian said trying to sound calm.

“FUCK there’s so much pressure!!” Poor Marlie cried as their son drove hard against her tender skin. The weight of the massive infant unbearable against her femininity. “He feels huge!” She cried in alarm

“You can do this!” Brian encouraged rubbing oil along her opening to hopefully help her stretch easier. The oil seemed to do the trick and on the next contraction, the puffy teardrop snapped into a circle about 1 inch in diameter. “BURNING!!” Marlie cried out her eyes wide in shocked agony

“You’re starting to stretch babe” He said trying to sound like everything was okay. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was going to endure much much worse by the end of the day.

Marlie desperately pushed wanting the awful pain to stop and Brian winced as his wife’s delicate skin was stretched around their sons crown. Her poor vulva was inflamed bright fiery red and her naked body trembled on their bed as she fought to birth their massive child.

He pushed her labia open further with his fingers, knowing she needed help stretching and tried to ignore his wife’s cries growing in intensity as the ring of fire grew worse.

Brian was amazed that despite her agony, she was managing to keep pushing, but he knew from the agonized grimace and cries that she was starting to lose control.

She held out for another couple of contractions before the burning got the best of her.

“BURNING BURNING BURRRNNNINGGG!!!” She howled, her body twisting on the bed. Brian grabbed her thighs and kept them open as she involuntarily tried to close them.

“I know it hurts baby. I do. But your doing so well okay” he said rubbing her trembling thigh.

“He’s too big Brian, I can’t do this!” She cried looking at her husband with tears in her eyes.

“He needs to come our babe, c'mon” he tries to coax her

“I can’t fuck I can’t I can’t ooooOOOOOOHHHHH” She howls as her body takes over and she’s forced to push. Brian breaths a sigh of relief that she is back to pushing, but can���t help but feel horrible as she sobs in agony.

He forced her thighs back, as very slowly his son’s head emerged more and more , his wife’s tender ring mercilessly contorted and stretched around their sons massive skull. But Brian grew nervous as her red tissues started to stretch bloodless white, her poor skin now unable to stretch further.

“Too big !!!! He’s stuck!!” Marlie cried trying to push him out further but her vagina was locked tight around his crown.

“Get him outtttttt!” She cried as Brian tried to come up with a game plan. He ran his fingers along the crown of the baby, now three inches in diameter. She was drawn tight as a bowstring, but there was still so much more that she needed to stretch.

“Lay back and get some rest. Give him some time just to sit there and stretch you out” he instructed rubbing her massive belly.

“It hurts so bad! So fucking bad!’ Marlie cried pitifully. Brian reached up to rub her cheek and placed a cool cloth on her forehead whispering sweet nothings to try and calm her.

20 minutes later, her vagina was still locked tight around the baby’s head and that wasn’t showing any sign of changing. He knew pushing would be fruitless and that in a hospital she would have been given an episiotomy by this point. He racked his brain for an idea and finally decided that it was his best option.

Brian sighed, he didn’t know how to tell his wife the news. He swallowed back his fear and tried to sound calm and professional before speaking.

“Babe, your still stretched tight around his head and we need to get him out. I can’t cut you and you can push him out, so we’re going to need to do something else and you’re not going to like it” he said unable to meet her frightened gaze. “We’re going to try walking and see if gravity can help you” he explained trying to keep her nervous voice even

“What?!! Brian I can’t move! Oh please Brian!” She begged but he knew that their baby needed to come out and knew this was necessary. He tugged her petite naked body off the bed, ignoring her pleas and protest. She fought to sit down and get back to the bed but realized her husband wasn’t going to budge. Her vagina looked and felt like it was going to burst , poor Marlie sobbing at the unbearable pressure and pain as their overdue child was held inside her by only her tender opening. They walked slowly down the hall , Brian’s worry growing as her vulva still refused to budge.

For Marlie, each step was more painful than the last and she couldn’t help but sob and beg her husband to let her stop. Finally Brian gave in and resided to let her squat down and tried to pry her open with his fingers as she pushed, but after 10 minutes and minimal, if any progress, he knew it was time to start walking again.

He stood up and instantly Marlie looked pleadingly at her husband , but he once again hoisted her up. But this time when she screamed it was because her vagina tore. Brian looked at the blood trickling on the floor and sat her back down to investigate.

“OH MY CLIT!!! It hurts OH god it hurrrttttsssss!!” Marlie cried, her vagina burning and throbbing in agony. Brian could see where the break in her perineum had happened but what was more alarming was the head looked to be coming posterior. He knew with the head facing upwards, the baby was shoving agasint her clitoris. He could see the little nub turn blood red under the strain and when he rubbed it, it was hot to the touch. “He’s posterior babe, thats why your clit hurts” he explained

“Can this get any worse” Marlie whimpered but unfortunately it could, they just didn’t know it yet.

For the next hour, they tried every position in the book and did numerous laps around the hallway, but their son wasn’t any closer to being born despite their efforts.

He searched his brain for a solution and finally came up with one. He knew Marlie wouldn’t like it, but looking at the state she was in, he knew his son needed to be born. He continued to drag her down the hallway but instead of stopping at the stairs, he began pulling her down them.

“ Brian, Brian No No No oh pleeassseee NO!” She begged as she was forced to walk down the stairs. The last thing she wanted was more even more pressure against her opening. But what she didn’t know, was that the hardest part, was going up.

They reached the bottom and Brian checked to see if the head had moved and could feel some tension in her skin loosening. “I think it’s working” he said hopeful. Marlie nodded, wanting the agony to end more than anything in the world.

As they took the first step up however, she couldn’t but let out a scream as the baby drove hard against her tortured opening and tore her a little further. She reached down with both hands to stop the baby from coming out, but Brian grabbed them and kept her walking “Come on, I know it hurts, but he’s gotta come out babe” he said as she sobbed.

Each push the baby drove upwards against her clit and tore her open a little further. They reached the top of the stairs and Mandy dropped onto all fours, Brian getting behind her and rubbing her back. “IT HURTS!!!” his wife screamed as the ring of fire grew unbearably worse. “I know, keep pushing baby!” He encouraged seeing more and more of his sons massive head.

“I’m tearing apart!!” She cried as she felt her vagina splitting open in multiple places. Brian gulped and did not know how to help. “Your doing so good” he encouraged.

He knew that the head wasn’t coming out if she didn’t tear, but seeing his wife’s tender flesh tear open, was making his stomach turn.

“OHH MY CLIT!!” She howled as the baby continued to shove against it and stretch it further. Brian reached up and put his hand over top of it rubbing it slightly to see if it helped her but it didn’t, but kept his hand there not wanting her to tear upwards.

“Keep pushing ” he instructed watching and hoping his head would just come out already. Her ran his free hand around her vagina and an felt an alarming amount still inside her.

“BURNNNINGGGG!!” His wife shrieked as more of their sons head forcefully emerged. “Good girl, he’s coming out” Bria said excited to finally see an end in sight.

“Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” Marlie howled unable to keep the screams of agony at bay as the baby reached full crown. “Make it stop! Make it stoopppppp! MAKE IT STOP!!” She screamed unable to keep from convulsing as the baby reached full crown.

“Your at full crown babe! He’s almost out!” He exclaimed trying to be heard over his wife’s cries of agony. But just when he thought the head would pop out, it stayed put. Marlie pushed and pushed trying to dislodge the massive skull torturing her vagina, but it was no use. The baby was stuck once again.

Suddenly Marlie turned and laid on her back, yanking her legs as far as they could go. Her whole body trembled with her efforts and Brian rubbed her thighs and kissed her belly to provide some comfort and support. Now that she was on her back and spread eagle, Brian was able to see just how horrific the scene between her thighs was. Her poor vulva was torn in several places and was stretched to a horrific 6 inch width. It looked like an adult head between her thighs and their sons brow had his wife’s clitoris drove upward so far, he could barely recognize what it was.

Another hour went by with the baby still stuck at the brow and Brian finally gave in, grabbing the phone and calling for an ambulance. He waited to be connected but instead got an automated voice message saying that all ambulances are on standby due to massive amounts of snow.

He looked out their window cursing as he saw the amount of snow. But as he heard his wife cry out, he knew it didn’t matter how bad the roads were, she needed to get to the hospital.

He ran upstairs and sat down wiping her sweaty hair from her forehead before telling her the news. “The roads are really bad outside so the ambulances are on standby , but with our truck we should be fine to get to the hospital” he explained leaving out the part , that it would take hours to reach the hospital with the road conditions. He put her in one of his t shirts and wrapped her in a blanket , knowing that clothes weren’t much of an option in her state. Dragging her down the stairs once more and out into their truck and they finally were on their way. Marlie braced her feet on the dashboard , spreading her legs wide open and resorted to trying to blow and meditate the away the pain, but gave up as it proved useless

Time dragged on as they slowly made their way to the hospital, his wife’s poor vagina starting to bruise from the hours of strain. Brian tried rubbing her leg and holding her hand but in the end the only thing his wife wanted was to get their son out and that wasn’t something that was possible. She was no longer screaming, instead she was just sobbing and occasionally would give a frustrated cry after she pushed to no avail.

It took 5 hours till they finally saw the lights to the hospital and both couldn’t help but shed a tear on relief. The pulled up and were met by 2 nurses who instantly blanked at the sight of his wife. “She has been stuck like that for hours, please help us” Brian explained pleadingly.

“Please” Marlie peeped, her tear stained face breaking Brian’s heart. The nurses nodded but told them that they couldn’t get a stretcher out to the parking lot because of the snow. Marlie groaned as she realized that she must walk once more. The blood had left her vagina during the last hour of their drive making her semi numb but as soon as gravity hit, all the blood came back and so did the ring of fire with a vengeance. The nurses and Brian winced as she screamed and cried as she was dragged into the hospital. The reception room gasped as Marlie walked in not knowing what was causing her agony. But when the nurse removed the snow covered blanket and helped her onto a stretcher , everyone was horrified to see the massive baby between her legs and the damage that been done to her vagina.

They wheeled her across the hospital , causing stares and gasps from everyone who saw them. Finally the reached their room and Marlie was placed into stirrups. Brian rubbed her shoulder and tried to keep her calm as they waited for a doctor.

Another hour tricked by and there was still no sign of a doctor. Brian buzzed for a nurse repeatedly and finally got their attention. “We’ve been waiting for a doctor for an hour now, what the hell is taking so long?!?” He growled.

“Most of the doctors couldn’t make it in today due to the storm and since you wife isn’t progressing , it might be a while before he shows up” the nurse said before hurrying off.

His wife started dry sobbing, officially out of tears from the hours of crying as she heard the news and Brian would be lying if he said he wasn’t on the verge of crying either.

Another two hours went by, officially making Marlie stuck crowning for ten hours. At this point she had given up and resolved that their son was never coming out. It felt as though she had been stuck crowning for an entire lifetime and she couldn’t remember what it was like to not be in excruciating pain.

Finally the door of their room opened and the doctor arrived. Brian didn’t know if he wanted hug or kill him but either way help was finally here. Several nurses also piled into the room. Each one went wide eyed and shocked at the sight in front of them. The doctor instantly rushed over and slapped on a pair of fresh gloves, before sitting down between Marlies spread legs.

“Help me!!! Please help me!!” Marlie begged as the doctor ran his fingers along her vagina.

“Sheesh that is one big baby” one of the nurses exclaimed unable to believe that a vagina could stretch that much and that a baby could be that big.

The doctor sighed. The baby was posterior so doing an episiotomy wasn’t going to help much. He laid eyes on the instrument table and finally got a solution

“Marlie, normally I would do an episiotomy but since the baby is posterior, we are going to use a vacuum suction instead.” He explained as the nurse passed him the instrument.

“ JUST GET IT OUT!” She shouted, at the end of rope. “We will” the doctor promised attaching the largest cup he had on hand to the baby’s large head. He began pulling and Brian winced as fresh blood trickled down onto the bed sheet. He rubbed his wife’s shoulder as she shrieked and dry sobbed. Slowly he saw their son’s head get forced out and he looked away as he saw the damage being inflicted. Two of the nurses huddled in the corner of the room, horrified by the scene.

“His head is almost out” Brian exclaimed , but his wife’s was too lost in her agony to her him. The baby remained stuck at the chin for a couple of moments before the head finally emerged. “Oh god oh god oh god” Marlie gasped incoherently. “His heads out” the doctor announced. “Almost done babe” he whispered kissing her forehead.

He watched the doctor wipe the blood off his son’s head and watched the baby’s head turn to face her left thigh. Brian honestly didn’t think his wife had the energy to push his shoulders out, but suddenly she grabbed her knees and bore down harder than he had ever seen her do. He helped push her legs back further and shouted encouragements as their sons wide shoulders tormented her poor vagina even more. Both shoulders strained against her battered opening before they both suddenly erupted out of her and were quickly followed by the rest of the body, the 14 pound baby boy finally born at last.

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Sophie, part 7

Sophie howls and shrieks. Her legs kick and writhe helplessly as again she opens them involuntarily, pleading for anyone around to help absolve her of this ordeal.

But help or no help, her body is on its way, and with her widening thighs comes her desperate heaving forward, heedless of whether it is time to do so or not.

She reaches down; her vagina stings intensely at her touch but she tries to slide her finger in, feeling for a change. She can barely reach around her swollen belly and certainly has no idea what to feel for, and the inside of her vagina flares intensely in protest as she tries. It's no use - she doesn't know how to feel for a head or how to help it along.

Her legs are still thrashing, and she grabs onto her thighs to try and control herself. Digging her fingernails in, she pulls her legs back and arches her torso forward, directing her energy into a push. She shrieks as pain in her pelvis tears into her, but she still persists.

Her eyes squeeze shut and she clenches her jaw, holding back any further cries. She's committed - this is what her body needs her to do, and nobody's told her otherwise. A desperate whine escapes her but she manages to hold.

And suddenly a finger thrusts into her vagina with explosive force, shattering her concentration. She cries out and lets go of her legs; one foot grazes an unfamiliar arm as she kicks out. She falls back onto her back and shouts out in pain. She feels one hand pressing down on her shoulder, holding her down; at the same time, additional hands pull her legs back. She cannot muster the strength to grab her thighs again; her hands hang listlessly by her sides.

And the finger in her vagina thrusts into her viciously, as if stabbing and burning her from the inside. A throaty scream tears out of her throat, and she tries to kick out but her legs are held firmly down. The hand on her shoulder now wedges under her and lifts her, pressing her forward. She cannot respond in any deliberate manner, she can only scream as hard and loud as she can as the pain continues to skewer through her.

She feels the hands release her. Dimly she realizes the contraction has passed, but the although the fingers in her vagina have eased up, they remain painfully wedged inside her. She squirms away slightly, but the hand on her shoulder presses her back into place. She whimpers and shudders. Tears leak out of the corners of her eyes.

She has her wish. Someone is finally helping her. Her eyes are still closed tightly, but the leak of tears nevertheless becomes a flow. She tries to take a breath; it hitches and she manages a whimpering gasp. The pain in her vagina spikes as the prodding persists.

This is helping. Let it happen. She needs to let them do their work to her. Just try to relax.

The prodding continues and the pain spikes unpredictably. Her thighs close together briefly but they are pulled back wide. She moans and whimpers. She curls and uncurls her toes furiously, trying to ground herself somehow. She clenches her hands into fists, grabbing the bedspread.

Her head turns side to side erratically, her whimper growing long and loud into a pleading moan. Surely it'll only take a few more moments of prodding and then she can rest until the next contraction. But the fingers still remain in her. Her thighs quiver as she tries to obediently keep them open.

There's to be no rest for her. Her body contorts into its most terrible, tortuous round of agony yet; held in place and already enduring needling, jabbing agony in her vagina, Sophie can only let out a wailing shriek as all thought of coping and enduring is lost.

The hands by her shoulder nudge her forward, lifting her off from the bed. As soon as her torso is pressed forward, renewed burning, searing, stabbing agony bursts in her vagina. Her entire body convulses; she tries to squirm away but hands grab hold of her legs and pull them wide. The only thing she can do is push. She focuses everything she can into the one remaining meaningful outlet for her exertion.

Suddenly her vagina is pulled abruptly open, but not by a miraculously swift crowning - the fingers in her vagina ram fully inside her, alongside the hand and wrist that follows. She kicks out in protest with all her might; the hands that hold her legs shudder but hold firm, keeping her pressed down. The hands against her shoulder stay pressing her forward, but her concentration is broken and she surrenders to a thoroughly helpless, desperate shriek. Only her head and her feet are left free, thrashing uselessly from side to side. Her toes squirm against unfamiliar arms and shoulders but to no effect. Her hair plasters across her face, drenched in sweat and tears.

[lilacs12]

Great minds think alike, my friends.

I bang on his front door, hunched over, my palm pressed against my bulging cunt inside my pants. He pulls it open and looks down.

“I’m giving birth!” I scream.

He scoops me up and looks down at me, laboring in his arms, panting, moaning, in agony as his first huge baby stretches me wide. He’s just standing there on the front porch, in view of the neighbors.

“Push for me, baby,” he says.

“No! No, it hurts! Let me get in the birthing pool!”

He strips off my pants and spreads out my legs for everyone to see. “You will crown the head here.”

I whimper and push weakly as people stop to look, gesturing and pointing. “Please, I can’t.”

“Push hard,” he commands, and presses one huge hand down on my belly.

I scream and strain my belly hard, trying to relieve the pressure. Searing pain spreads across my bulging lips.

“Good boy,” he says. “You’re having my baby right here.”

“It hurts,” I moan.

“I know. I put two big babies in you.” He sits down on the top stair, making me straddle his wide-open legs. He leans over me, pressing me against my belly. “Give birth between my legs. Tuck in your chin and push.”

I stifle a scream of agony, tuck in my damn chin, and push. It moves slightly and a new pressure builds.

“I think I’m gonna cum,” I moan.

“That’s okay, cum for me,” he says. “Push hard and cum.”

I feel his rapidly-hardening penis grow in his pants right behind my ass. Unlike me, he has privacy from the onlookers. I push, and I feel it coming.

“Oh, oh, oh, OH! IT HURTS—“ and I cum, screaming, and the baby shoots to a full crown. I scream and cum again. It doesn’t move.

“Push. Push it out,” he says.

I push, it’s slipping forward, forward—

“OH GODS IT HUUUURTS.”

An orgasm rips through me and the head is out, on display for everyone, as fluids gush down onto the stairs below. A few people in the growing crowd hoot and holler at my victory.

“You hear them?” he whispers in my ear. “Good boy, good boy.”

The enormous baby rotates slowly behind my lips, and I sob through the stretch.

“I know it hurts, keep pushing.”

I push, I keep pushing. Agonizingly, horribly, the first shoulder starts to come out. But it’s huge.

“It hurts so bad,” I moan.

“I know, baby. You’re almost there.”

And the first shoulder is out, and with a twitch the second shoulder emerges, and then, screaming, I push our baby out between both our legs. The next door neighbor catches it and wraps it in her apron. It looks so small in her giantess hands—so normal. But I know it has to be close to 20 pounds.

A contraction seizes me and I bear down.

“The next one is coming! It’s coming! Oh, oh, oh, oh! Oh! Oh! OHHHHHHHHH.”

I squeeze the second huge head through my lips. “I’m gonna cum! I have to cum!”

And I cum the second 20-pound baby out into my neighbor’s arms.

His cock is straining against my ass, waiting to be let out. “Not yet,” I pant. “I have to—oh! Oh!” I push hard and the afterbirth squelched out of me and onto the porch stairs.

He lifts me up, pulls out his cock, and slams me down on it. He shoves past my cervix and fully enters my aching womb.

In front of everyone, he breeds me until he’s spent.

[lilacs12]

I'm just obsessed with the idea of a soothing sadist, something that will force me to do whatever they want but understand that I'm just a pathetic pet that needs comfort.

I want to whine and whimper, telling them that I can't take, that it's too much, it won't fit. Just to have them cooing at me, hugging my distressed body and being like "shhh I know puppy, I know, deep breaths, you can take, it's okay".

Want to cling to then and beg to stop just to receive an "oh no no no, it's happening baby it's happening and you can take it, that's it, relax for me. I know I know, but it's going to happen puppy"

Want them to also be a bit sarcastic, when I start whining saying that it's going to hurt, want them to chuckle at me "yes it's going to hurt, but I'm here for you, don't worry. Yes puppy it is going to hurt, deep breaths don't panic, I'm just being honest. Good boy, let's do it"

I want that confusion sensation, they're hurting me, making me miserable, but they're also my only source of comfort, I need them! Want to hug and cling to someone that wants to hurt me, it's going to hurt me and it's being sweet about it.

[lilacs12]

Sparks Fly

I wake up groggy, head pounding, limbs restrained, mouth gagged. The cold metal of the examination table bites into my skin as I squirm against the thick leather straps pinning my wrists and ankles down.

He leans over me, eyes burning with sadistic amusement. I whine behind the gag, mouth too stuffed to make any coherent noises. His fingers trail along my inner thigh, humming a playful tune before giving my flesh a sharp, stinging pinch. "Look who decided to wake up!" He tilts his head, grinning. "Took you long enough, I was getting bored waiting."

With a smirk, he presses a button on the side of the table and a mechanical whirring fills the room as stirrups snap into place, forcing my legs apart.

His free hand suddenly presses down on my lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to make me whimper and squirm. "So sensitive," he coos, "You are going to be so fun to play with."

His thumb circles my entrance, teasing, before he plunges two fingers in without warning, crooking them upward ruthlessly. "Mm, you're already so sloppy. Bet you didn’t even realize your body could react like this, did you?"

A cruel laugh escapes him as he adds a third finger, stretching me obscenely, his other hand palming my stomach again, pressing down, forcing me to feel how deep he’s reaching. I scream behind the gag as painful pleasure shoots through my body.

He presses his fingers deeper and I arch my back against the restraints. Then I feel it, his fingers graze against my deepest spot and my whole body shudders.

"Oh, that’s your cervix, sweet thing. You can feel it, can’t you? Does that hurt? Or did you like that?" His grin widens as I whimper. "I think you liked that."

He leans in close, breath ghosting over my ear. "Don’t fret, I’ll make sure you like this."

With that, he withdraws his fingers only to replace them with something thicker, colder. I whine from the stark temperature contrast as metal slides into my pussy. A medical-grade speculum clicks open, forcing me wider, exposing my desperately dripping cunt completely under the harsh overhead lights. "There we go," he coos, tapping the metal dismissively, making it send vibrations through me. "Much better view."

His fingers return, this time circling my cervix directly, rubbing slow, torturous circles, stimulating me in a way my body doesn’t know how to cope with. I clench, jerking against the restraints but he just tuts, amused. "Ah-ah. Don’t fight me, sweet girl," he teases.

His fingers press harder, the pressure against my cervix mirroring a different kind of pressure building within me. He’s going to make me cum like this.

He grins devilishly at me as he presses deeper and gives my clit a harsh pinch with his free hand.

A choked gasp rips from my throat as my body betrays me, gushing around his hand. He throws his head back and laughs, delighted. "Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." He pulls his hands away and wipes his glistening fingers on my thigh, smirking down at my wrecked expression.

"Don’t worry, pretty thing. We’re just getting started."

The hum of a toy fills the room. A thin, precise electric probe, buzzing faintly. My body trembles against the restraints, slick with sweat, every shallow breath hitching as his free hand lazily traces circles over my clit, just hard enough overstimulate my raw nerves.

"Oh, pretty girl, you’re shaking," he coos. "We just started and you’re so desperate already." His thumb grinds down suddenly, forcing a choked whine from my throat as the pleasure washes over me. Then he tsks, pulling away just as my hips twitch up. "Ah-ah. No, no, no chasing, you don’t get to choose when you get pleasure. I do."

He smiles at me before pressing the toy against my clit without warning. A jolt of electricity lances through me, sharp, bright, just shy of pain. My back arches violently, a scream tearing loose behind the gag as my muscles seize. He laughs, delighted, and does it again. And again.

"Look at you—convulsing like a broken toy," he sneers, dragging the probe lower, tracing along my soaked cunt. "You’d think your body would have some dignity, but no. It’s just begging for more." The electric probe flicks my entrance. “You know, that speculum should be a perfect conductor for this electricity. Should we find out what happens when they meet?”

He doesn’t wait for my response and plunges the toy into me, electricity crackling against my walls and the metal holding me open. My vision goes white as the shock hits every inch of my dripping pussy. I writhe, sobbing, but he only presses deeper, angling it up—

Zap.

My scream fractures as the current slams into my g-spot, my hips jerking helplessly. "There it is!" He croons, watching my thighs quiver. "That’s the spot, isn’t it? The one that makes you drip like a filthy little thing." Another shock, harder this time. My vision whites again out as my cunt clenches, gushing around the toy and the speculum.

But he doesn’t stop there.

The cold metal clicks wider, exposing my cervix to the chilled air. He exhales, amused, as the delicate tissue flutters under his gaze. "Oh, that’s sensitive I’m sure," he murmurs. I thrash and beg behind the gag, a pit of dread building in my stomach as I realize what he plans to do.

He ignores my protests and taps my cervix with the probe, just once, lightly, no electricity yet. I sob as the unbearable sensation shoots through me. Then he grins and—

ZAP.

I screech, body bowing off the table as agony-pleasure erupts from my core, my cunt spasming, squirting in pathetic, helpless bursts. He watches, enthralled, as I choke on my own drool, tears streaking my face.

Another shock against my cervix. My vision blurs, hips jerking wildly as another orgasm is ripped from me. Tears stream down my face, my breath coming in broken sobs, but he doesn’t stop. He leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

"You’re not even trying to resist. Just taking it like a good little toy. Go on, scream for me. Let me hear how ruined you are."

He cranks the voltage higher.

My world implodes.

Electricity carves through me like a blade, my cunt pulsing, my voice breaking into a shattered wail as I squirt again for him, my body writhing in overstimulated agony. He moans at the sight, pressing the probe even deeper, forcing my cervix to take it, to feel it, until all I can do is convulse against my restraints.

"Perfect." He purrs, finally pulling back to admire his handiwork, my wrecked, trembling body, dripping cunt, and tear-streaked face. "You really are such a treat to break."

He pats my thigh, grinning. "Now let’s see how many more I can force out of you before you pass out."

The toy crackles again as he waves it tauntingly at me. I whimper and his laugh is the last thing I can remember as my mind buckles under his torment.

[lilacs12]

Maybe your married to a handsome Orc and you manage to pop out as many as his babies as he wants with absolutely ease but he wants to see you struggle and knocks up up with 4 massive 20 pound Orc quads just to hear you scream because your red pained screaming face looks amazing to him

“It’s huge! Oh gods!”

Gund squeezes my hand. “I know my love. I put some big babies in you this time. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Yes,” but the word barely squeezes out. My eyes are closed, my entire face collapsing from all sides as I strain to push the first baby through my cervix.

“It hurts,” I whimper.

Something about the eager tone of my husband’s voice brings a question to the back of my mind, but it hurts too much to pursue the thought. “This will hurt very badly,” he says.

A contraction pulls me under and I lean into my squat. This pain, deep and low, is more than I’ve ever experienced. I’ve already given birth to four half-orc babies one at a time in the past year and a half, back to back, bred hard before I even pushed out the afterbirth, pregnant a week later. But I was disappointed. They were only 10 or 11 pounds, more human sized than orc. I’d screamed at Gund while delivering his fourth—it’s so fucking small, what are you even breeding me for? Honestly, how virile is an orc that makes singular 10 pound babies?

Now I’m pushing out the first of the four massive babies Gund fucked into me. It’s everything I want, agony, pressure, arousal. I wanted this for me, but when I open my eyes to take a deep breath, Gund is kneeling in front of me and staring at my face, his cheeks flushed with heat, and his thick green cock erect in his hands and already leaking.

“Are you fucking happy?” I hiss at him. “You like seeing me like this?”

His mouth twists into a razor sharp grin. “I do.”

“Then help me.”

He grabs me roughly and slams me down on his cock. I feel as the baby’s head is pushed back into my womb, and then Gund is pounding me. I throw my head back and scream from pain—maybe. More likely—ecstasy.

“I need to cum,” I moan. “Please baby—it’ll help me get it out. I need to cum.”

Gund turns me over so my chest is pushed painfully into the birth stool and my belly is up against it. He takes me from behind like I always prefer, his massive cock stretching me out as he goes.

Building, building. My belly hardens with a contraction and I feel the inside of me squeeze his cock. It pulses and he roars, his pace not letting up as he floods me with his seed. I’m not far behind him. My contraction reaches its peak and I cum—milking his cock of everything he has. He pulls me into his lap and snags a tusk against the back of my neck—still inside me.

“Good boy,” he grunts into my ear. “My good boy, taking my whole cock while you’re laboring.”

I can barely catch my breath before another contraction washes over me. “I need to push.”

“Are you sure? It will hurt.”

“I want to push,” I say. “Please let me push—please.”

“Good boy,” he says again.

He bounces me on his cock a few final times and then pulls out. Cum and fluids gush out of my needy cunt. He pulls me up against him, his cock, half-hard again, pressed up the length of my back. He puts his knees on either side of my hips.

“Give birth between my legs.”

I loop my legs over his knees and he leans forward to bend me over my belly.

“Push,” he commands.

I cry out from the pressure.

“Push,” he says again.

I take a deep breath and push.

The stretch. The burn. His baby’s head shoves past my cervix and I feel again just how fucking big it is. I moan and he jostles me.

“Push!”

I squeeze his legs in the bend of my knees. “I think I need to cum.”

“Good boy, cum for me.” And he reaches his huge hand down and runs one claw over my tdick.

I scream and cum instantly. The baby shoots forward.

“Fuck, fuck, it hurts!”

My husband loops one finger under my tdick and begins stroking me off with his thumb. My mind goes blank and I push into my arousal and into the pain. I think he makes me cum during every push, until the crown starts to build and I’m crying in his arms from overstimulation. He’s whispering something in my ear and moves my hand down to my cunt.

It’s bulging impossibly, our baby’s head filling me and straining at my lips. My heart goes cold.

“Fuck,” I say. “It’s too big—it’s too big! I can’t, I don’t know if I can do it—I can’t!”

“You will,” he says. “Four times. This is what you wanted. I’ve given you what you wanted—the babies you deserve to push out. Tonight, I’ll put six more in you.”

I’m so close to cumming at his words that I can’t think. I mindlessly push, seeking release—the birth, and an orgasm. All that’s in my mind is the knowledge that if I birth out four huge babies tonight, I can struggle with another six in just 19 weeks. Maybe 20, if I can hold them in and let them grow bigger.

Ceaseless pushing. The contractions give me no rest. Burning, burning, I’m being split apart—

The head crowns out and I cum hard, screaming from the agony and the release and the sheer excitement of knowing I just crowned a head heavier than most human babies’ full birth weights. Gund is whispering in my ear, “good boy, good boy,” maybe, but the rush of my orgasm and the pain of a new contraction have my full attention.

My husband leans forward to get a look over my belly. “Oh gods, it’s so big, my love.” His cock, still pressed into my back, has fully hardened sometime when I was crowning. “I put that in you, I did that. I put that huge baby in you. It must hurt so fucking bad.”

“Yes!” I screamed, shaking with my orgasm.

He groans. “Push it out, I want to cum it out with you. Push! Now! I need to cum!”

I raise my hips off the floor, the heavy head hanging out of my cunt, and push. One huge shoulder comes out, then the other.

“I’m birthing!” I scream. One final heave and I cum our massive baby out between both our legs.

Gund sinks his claws into my shoulders and cums against my back, his hips rolling and slamming into me. I look down at our baby and I cum again, then a third time. I can’t stop.

The half-orc newborn between my legs is at least twice as big as the ones from my first four pregnancies, and I get to push out three more.

[lilacs12]

crowning

i feel the walls of my vagina stretching even further. little by little, the 12lb baby is barreling down my tight birthing hole. my legs are pinned apart by nurses tightly pulling my knees up to my ears. my big belly contracts and twitches with every agonizing push. my vagina lips are pushed apart, threads of my perineum being held together by sheer luck, a tear beggining to form. all eyes are in between my legs feeling nervous anticipation as i scream how badly it burns. my pussy throbs from the attention its getting from everyone in the room. i try grabbing my vagina in pain, a quarter of the baby's head is peeking out. i am encouraged to hold my breath and push this big baby out. dont scream, just keeping pushing!

get this baby out of me!

[lilacs12]

he's in active labor, he just needs to open his legs a little wider

~~~

holding his legs open as he screams, letting the baby descend naturally, against his will, crying and writhing as his hole is opened, begging to close his legs

opening his legs wider, not letting him wiggle away from the pain, opening him wider until his thighs tremble from the stretch, watching until he gasps, breathless, as the baby descends through his open cunt

listening to the rapidly building whine coming from his throat, as another contraction makes the baby descend until it breaches his lips, he begs again to let him close his legs, to let him get leverage to push

his legs are kept in place and a hand spreads his pussy open, feeling the head, he sobs as another contraction pushes the baby down, his arms are tied and his lungs crushed as his chest is pushed into his belly, his back tenses and tries to straighten to give him leverage, but he can't move, he can't push, he cries as the baby is pushed out slowly, contraction-by-contraction

his legs cramp, and his pussy burns as it opens, fingers push into his hole, the opposite direction he's supposed to be pushing, he cries out as they pry into his hole alongside the baby's head, stretching him open wider, a contraction hits and he can't breathe through the pain, his hole squeezing the baby's head and fingers together

the fingers leave him and he's left to birth naturally, each contraction moving the baby's head millimeters further down his canal, by now the head is crowning and his hole is a burning ring of fire as the head head holds him open, each contraction squeezing his belly tight and forcing the baby against the small opening of his pussy

he gasps and tries to move, the pain in his groin building, the baby massive, grinding against his pelvis, he wants it to be over more than anything, but he can't push and the contractions are getting more intense and painful, but are no longer moving the baby downwards

he's pushed forward, the bindings on his arms keeping him upright as his pussy is turned so it open straight down, the turn in position moved the baby and he can feel a new pressure against his hole, the weight of the baby pulling it downwards

his legs are opened wider, his knees brought up to his armpits, and he screams as the tendons in his thighs strain, on the next contraction, his legs tense and something in his muscles snaps, he throws his head back and chokes on his spit as the contraction takes the breath from his lungs, tears forming, his thighs trembling and his stomach clenching in pain, with his pussy held open, offering no resistance, the baby moves to a full crown

finally, air fills his lungs and he wails, crying through the pain, unable to do anything to stop it, he sobs as he waits for another contraction, his groin and inner thighs white-hot with pain, barely able to take a full breath

he cries when a contraction starts, tired of enduring more pain, his belly squeezes the baby and it strains his hole, he tries to engage what he can feel of his lower muscles to push the baby out, but it doesn't budge, the contraction ends with a frustrated howl, and his pussy is left straining, filled with a nearly born baby

another contraction comes. then another. the baby is stuck inside him at a fill crown

he's openly sobbing, pleading with the baby to get out, his pussy is pale and taught, minute tremors move through his lower muscles

his legs are moved again and he snaps his head back and pleads to not move his legs, but his cries are ignored and his knees are harshly pulled back, pushing his groin forward and opening his pussy up, the tendons pop in his legs

he curls forward and yells, taking gasping breaths, trying to scream to stop the treatment, his vulnerable pussy straining and nearly ripping, another contraction has him screaming through girted teeth, as the baby moves slowly, the head filling his pussy and slowly sliding out, he takes panting breaths, crying in pain, as the contraction releases, he sobs, pleading for the baby to move more

on the next contraction the baby's head finally pushes out of his pussy, letting his lips finally release and partially close, he takes a gasping breath and pants through the pain, his belly trembles as the baby is held half inside and half out of him

his legs are still on fire, unable to tense or move, his hips are stretched and he asks to let his legs close just a little but, but they aren't moved from their overstretched position, he keens and rolls hi head in pain, his poor cunt still stretched around the baby's neck, waiting for another contraction to push the baby out of his hole

contraction after contraction come, the baby's shoulder's barely bigger than it's head, but even more difficult to birth without pushing

he isn't given any reprieve, his legs held open so far they are nearly breaking, his groin tensed, and arms trembling from being restrained behind him for so long

his head rolls, delirious in pain, crying softly, his pussy wrecked and throbbing around the baby's neck, the start of each contraction pushes the baby down, but by the time they end, the shoulders get sucked back into him, he cries and cries, trying to push, willing the baby to be born

The hands finally return back to his pussy, fingers uncomfortable and uncaring as they trace the neck of the baby, opening his hole wider, bruising his tender flesh

he squeezes his eyes shut as he cries as his hole is forcefully opened wider, it's difficult to get air into his lungs, his head hung low, choking on his tears, eventually his hole is left alone again and he silently cries as he waits

the next contraction grips his center and pulls his belly painfully towards his spine, the baby slowly moving out of his hole again, however this time, the shoulders to not retreat and his hole is held open in a burning stretch again, pathetically he whines and whimpers as the baby slowly moves out of his body

each contraction is like being squeezed by giant hands and the time in between feels like a million years of wait time, the baby slowly moves out of his hole, pushed centimeter by centimeter by his internal muscles, he is forced to endure the entire process, unable to speed it up or help it along, his lower half already wrecked

on the final contraction, the baby is finally pushed out of his body and he collapses in his restraints, weak and gasping, he cries silently, his hole a gaping and dripping fluids on the floor below

[lilacs12]

The hardest part of having a posterior baby is that their face is wedged up right into the birthing clitoris. Of course, every push only strains and presses against that sweet little bundle of nerves.

(Forgot to go anon, whoops!)

the best part of watching is kissing right where it hurts the most, knowing full well that all you're doing is adding to the overstimulation

[lilacs12]

[lilacs12]

Imagine being a surrogate but the intended parents don’t like you.

The humiliation when your spread nice and wide screaming as you birth their baby, they’re painfully holding one of your legs back so they can see your hole stretch and bulge. They want to see you suffer.

They refuse to allow you to get an epidural and they have you stripped down and restrained in the stirrups. They don’t even allow your boyfriend into the room to hold your hand and comfort you as you push for hours on end.

omg i love that!!!! forced to push for strangers, all alone and screaming as the head crowns <3

[lilacs12]

[lilacs12]

Date Night Distractions

“Stop squirming or I’m going to pull out,” he growls into my ear. I whine softly, feeling my pussy clench down around his cock inside of me as I reluctantly keep still. He huffs softly against my neck and grabs the TV remote off the couch, turning up the volume on whatever inane movie is playing.

When he’d suggested we stream a movie for date night, I did not think I’d end up naked, seated on his lap, locked in his arms, and cockwarming him for the entire two hour long film. I checked out of the movie an hour ago, focusing only on the feeling of his long, hard cock filling my pussy so perfectly. But no matter how much I squirmed, begged, and wriggled around on his lap, he refused to fuck me or do anything other than lightly kiss my shoulder and stroke my arms.

Not even a few minutes later, I’m impatiently rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard cock brush up against my g-spot with every move. Small, breathless moans are escaping between my parted lips as I melt against him, eyes closing in pleasure and leaning the back of my head on his shoulder, letting my legs splay open on either side.

“You really can’t follow directions tonight, huh, darling?” He murmurs.

“Please, daddy, please I want you to fuck me,” I whimper, turning my neck to stare up at him beggingly.

“Nope, not until the movie is over,” he says mockingly, “Be good and maybe I’ll give you something to tide you over.” His fingers trail down my stomach, brushing softly against my pussy before retracting again. I whine and beg him, “Please, please, please touch me, daddy.”

He laughs softly in my ear, “You are such a perfect little whore. Can’t even keep your composure throughout a movie with daddy’s cock in your desperate little pussy.”

I can feel my pussy clenching around him at his words, and I know I’m dripping. His fingers brush lightly against my stomach again and he runs them down towards my pussy. I’m gasping and panting in anticipation, wanting him to do something, do anything to make the burning need inside of me go away for a little.

His fingers come to where we’re joined, collecting some of my wetness before he pulls them away and licks my essence off his fingers. “Fuck, darling, you always taste so sweet,” his voice is growly and I feel his cock jerk inside of me slightly. I whimper, the praise making me even hotter and wetter.

He fingers come back down to the apex of my thighs and he flicks my clit with the lightest touch. My back arches and I let out a broken moan and rock against him. The sharp pleasure shocks my system, making my head spin and lights flash in my vision.

“Good girl, you like that huh?” He murmurs softly as his fingers rub my clit softly without stopping. “Ah, fuck, yes, please daddy, it feels so good,” my voice is breathless and pitchy with pleasure. His doesn’t stop moving his fingers, stroking my clit in tight circles with varying speed and pressure, pushing my body closer and closer toward orgasm.

“Such a pretty girl, I can feel your tight pussy clenching around my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect, darling,” his praise is delivered with soft groans and growls as he plays with my body. I whine wordlessly, feeling my body moments away from shattering in a breathtaking orgasm.

“Come on, darling, cum all over my cock and on my fingers,” he murmurs, moving his fingers faster and harder against my pulsing clit. I moan as I feel the orgasm burning through my body, my pussy bearing down on his cock and pulsing rhythmically. I ride the wave of pleasure and hear his whispered praise in my ear, the combination of everything making me feel so warm and so loved.

“Good girl, just like that, cumming for me. So, so pretty when you fall apart, that’s it, that feels good huh?” He hums softly in my ear in approval, “Look at how drippy you are, darling, all that’s for me.”

My mind is spinning, thoughts floating away as the orgasm fades, leaving the most delicious, bone-settling haze and fullness. But he doesn’t stop playing with my clit, and slowly, the warmth fades and is replaced with a burning overstimulation that makes me cry out and squirm, my legs closing to protect my clit.

“Please, daddy, please it’s too much! I need a break!”

He laughs darkly in my ear. “Oh no, darling, no you don’t. You can take it, I know you can. Such a drippy little mess for me, your perfect pussy is so good around my cock.” His rips my legs apart, one hand holding me down while the other continues its assault on my clit.

I squeeze my eyes shut, my legs shaking as a second orgasm starts to build despite the overstimulation wracking my body. He’s merciless as he strums my clit effortlessly, the fullness of his cock combined with the relentless pleasure forcing my orgasm out of me. Stars light up in my vision and tears well up in my eyes as the painful pleasure makes my body go rigid and my pussy clench.

“Fuck, you’re so lovely when you fall apart like this. Good girl, keep cumming for daddy,” his voice seems to float around me, wrapping me up in an all-encompassing cloud of unbearable pleasure. I’m keening softly, letting out whimpering sobs as my body is pushed to its capacity.

“No more, please, no more,” my voice is small and desperate, my legs shaking and trying to close. I’m too cum-drunk to fight back properly and his fingers continue to brutalize me, pushing me toward another peak.

“One more, darling. I know you can do it, pretty girl, come on, let me feel your perfect little pussy fall apart one more time,” he coaxes me, the gentle words a shocking juxtaposition to his rough fingers and hard cock inside of me. He rolls my clit between his fingers and I whine.

Before long, a third orgasm crests inside of me, and I feel my pussy tighten around him again. This time, the pleasure is overwhelming and nerve-fraying. I’m incoherent as I moan and beg, babbling from overstimulation. He plays my body like an instrument and I feel my orgasm erupt, my pussy gushing around his cock, squirting my release.

“Good girl, perfect girl, squirt for daddy. That’s it, baby,” he kisses my neck as his fingers finally slow and stop their assault on my pulsing jewel. He pulls my boneless body off his cock, the feeling of it leaving my body making me whine softly with loss despite how thoroughly decimated I feel. My pussy is achingly empty as he wraps me up in his arms, pulling me close into his chest.

“You did so well, darling. So perfect for me,” he says, kissing the top of my head. I whimper softly and look up at his with bleary eyes, feeling his praise and love surround me. We sit together like this for a few moments, the room aglow with the TV screen still playing whatever stupid movie he’d put on to begin with. I’d almost drifted off in his arms when I feel him shift.

“Come on, darling. We have another thirty minutes left of the movie,” he purrs, smiling deviously at me. And so, I find myself seated on his cock again, my overstimulated pussy pulsing around his hardness, stuffed full, and head hazy with pleasure.