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Mpreg birth where bunny omega’s are the lowest class in society and have high fertility rates and so are forced to be surrogates and so their only purpose is to be bred and give birth.

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The fucking had been brutal. He remembered how he had been bred by over 100 different Alpha’s in the course of 4 weeks. The intended parents had decided to stay for each and every time he was bred.

The breeding had been successful. And now 9 months later he’s in a similar position to when he was bred. Legs strapped wide in stirrups, naked except from the green hospital sheets covering his legs. The doctor geared up in surgical gear and scrubs ignoring him whimper as he gazes intensely between his legs, stretching his red burning hole wider. 2 nurses also geared up gripping his restrained legs on either side as three sets of eyes observe his hole as it stretches wider and wider.

The room is silent besides the beep of the heart monitor and his little whimpers.

“Please sir please let me push?” the question is asked meekly, as he squirm's trying to fight the burning sensation. The nurses both look to him and he gasps as one abandons holding his legs to pin his head to table before clamping an O2 mask to his face. Virtually stopping him from making any noise at all.

Or any protest.

He feels the doctor place his large gloved palm over his crowning hole before gently slapping his cock which had been taped back, causing him to flinch.

“Don’t Push.”

The command is simple, his voice cruel and cold as it tended to be. The only thing he could do is obey him- too weak and naturally obedient to resist.

“Nurse, get me the scissors and forceps.”

He gasped as he heard those words, eyes feeling with tears as he felt the nurse holding his mask push it tighter to him, to avoid him making unnecessary noise.

The doctor had always liked the omega’s to be nice and quiet. Either being fucked or giving birth it didn't matter.

He gasped lightly as he felt the cool sharp edge of the scissors run down his hot burning hole, teasing it over his taught skin stretching with the weight of his baby’s head as it sat heavy just outside his passage.

And thenthe doctor cut.

He let out a strangled scream, obscured by his mask as he felt warm red liquid run between his legs and into his ass crack, the uncomfortable sensation barely surpassing the cut of his skin the scissor shad made.

He was ignored as the doctor immediately forced the forceps into him causing him to cry out and shudder. The nurse holding onto his leg looking interestingly between his spread legs. And the nurse holding his head and his mask looking interestingly at the scene.

He felt himself sobbing at the sensation of it all. He really just was a breeding slave. That was the purpose he served.

He barely registered the distant cries of the infant as it passed through his hole, only whimpering as his hole contracted and burned, now cold and left open as the doctors and nurses attended to the baby, scrubbing it down and wheeling it off to give to the intended parents.

The rest was silent as the doctor stitched him up- his actions callous with no affection or praise, both the nurses cleaning him up.

In the end he was still strapped wide in stirrups, completely naked, the green sheets removed from his legs as the doctor discared his gloves and made his way to wash his hands at the sink.

“Wheel him up to the breeding room again.”

The nurses obeyed as they pushed his gurney into the hallway. His broken hole on display for all to see as he was wheeled to the breeding room- listening to the sounds echo off from that room from the slap of skin to moans, whimpers and screams.

He had resigned himself to his fate.

Hope you enjoyed!!

Holy crap did I enjoy! 🤤 That was so unbelievably hot. What a gift! Thank you for writing and sharing!

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Woah look at that intense gush of birth fluid!

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I usually like long and difficult hospital births but there is also something really appealing about sudden, accidental public birth. Like just having my baby drop down into my cunt while I am grocery shopping and having no choice but to squat and start pushing. My screams of panic and pain draw a crowd and finally the check out lady has to help get my leggings off so I can crown my baby in the produce section. I just lay there screaming and moaning a huge head out of my hairy pussy while the other shoppers take video and blush about what a scene I'm making. By the time the paramedics get there I'm laying on the floor barely conscious with a big baby on my breast in a puddle of birthing fluid. I'm spread eagle, my brutally gaped and bleeding pussy bared for the world to see, and moaning about how bad it stings and that I don't want to plop out that placenta while I'm lying on a cold floor under the cantaloupe display.

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Author's note: This is birth and medical fetish fiction. It's all fake. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

It all happened so fast. One minute I'm up in the stirrups pushing my baby out and the next I'm flat on my back on a stretcher being rushed to the OR. My legs are bent at the knee and my baby's massive head is laying between my thighs in a puddle of blood.

Being moved like this, still conscious with a baby hanging out of me, is excruciating. I ripped badly when the head came out and my clitoris was almost entirely severed. I've got fourth degree tears through my rectum and, though I don't know it yet, my ureter is so badly damaged I'm going to be peeing through a catheter for a while.

I don't know why no one thinks to give me something for the pain but I'm unfortunately still awake when they transfer me from the stretcher to the operating table. My scream as my butt hits the table and the head between my legs is jostled jolts someone back to reality and finally the nurse grants me mercy and pushes the drugs to knock me out through my IV.

Minutes after intubating me, they have me back in stirrups and the doctor performs a long midline incision for quick access to my womb. My tits jiggle lewdly as they push my baby's massive head back up through my ruined pussy and out the bleeding, sucking hole in my stomach. It takes two hours to repair my vaginal and rectal injuries and close my abdomen.

When I wake up in recovery I've still got a tube down my throat, my arms are tied to the arms of the hospital bed, and I'm in agony. It feels like I've been flayed alive and that someone cut my genitals off.

The nurse notices I'm awake and pats my hand soothingly. "It’s ok, honey, you've got an epidural. Just relax and let yourself start to heal."

I'm still paralyzed from the anesthesia and the tube in my throat keeps me from saying anything anyway but the epidural is working about as well as it did during my birth. Which is to say, not at all.

All I can do is close my eyes and pray I pass out from the pain.

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I'm too weak to stand by the time my wife and our midwife decide it's time to transfer me to the hospital to give birth to our son. I'm splayed listlessly in the birthing pool, my red-rimmed eyes half slipped back in my head. The baby is lodged so tightly in my hips that any tiny movement sends sharp spikes of pain through my pelvis. Pushing is white hot fire and absolutely out of the question so I'm left skewered on the girth of my baby, too out of it from pain and exhaustion to have anymore input on what happens next.

When the paramedics arrive they do their best to hide their shock when they find a 350lb bull dyke with a buzz cut and biker tats inked across her swollen GG breasts grunting in a pool so small I'm touching all the sides.

They move away to confer, likely about moving someone my size, but I'm too out of it to be offended. My big, hairy pussy is bulged out so far it seems almost impossible there's no head showing. My wife Monica moves to my head and kisses my cheek. I can tell she's scared but trying to put on a brave face.

The paramedic who is clearly in charge, a tall, butch Black woman with short nails and even shorter hair, jumps into the pool and introduces herself as Jean before announcing her intention to check me. I'm briefly relieved another lesbian is going to be the stranger who is digging around in my pussy then I feel her fingers enter my overstuffed hole and I can't bite back a weak moan at the intrusion. She rubs my bulge gently near my clit and makes a shushing noise. My eyes roll back in my head involuntarily at the intimate touch. I'm hurting too bad for it to be pleasurable but it gives me a tiny ounce of relief nonetheless.

Monica is staring down at me with worry on her face when Jean announces to her team that the baby is stuck on my pubic bone and the first step to getting it unstuck is to get me standing. I barely have time to protest before the 3 muscled young men taking orders from Jean are helping lift my bulk from the tub.

Even with five people supporting my weight I am unable to keep myself from falling gracelessly into a wide squat as the weight of my huge child drops down even further. My bulging pussy hits the water as I feel the unmistakable sensation of urgently crowning what must be an absolutely huge head.

I'm screaming about the fire in my crotch as Jean takes one of my meaty thighs, the biggest paramedic takes the other, and the other two support my back as I am lifted, legs spread around my crown, onto the floor beside the birthing pool.

The best case scenario, Jean tells me over my screaming sobs, is that I push it out right here and she and her team give me and baby a ride to the hospital. It looks like that might work for a few pushes but I'm fading faster than before and don't have much to give in the way of help. She briefly considers forceps but would rather get me to the hospital if my baby is still in danger of breaking my pelvis when I push him out. She reaches inside my rubber band tight lips to feel where the head had previously been stuck on a bone and noticeably pales.

She doesn't say anything out loud to alarm me or my wife but she tells her team with harsh urgency that we are transferring to the hospital immediately. I'm being moved again, still with my legs spread wide by men on either thigh, on to a bariatric stretcher and rolled out of my living room before I can even think to protest being rolled out of my front door naked, my crowned, leaking pussy bared for for all our straight, conservative neighbors to see.

I hear Jean telling Monica and our midwife that they're going to have to meet us at the hospital. Between my size and the seriousness of my potential injuries, they need all the room they can get to keep me intact until I'm able to be rushed into emergency surgery.

I don't hear whether my wife argues or not because I'm being lifted up into the ambulance. The jostling sends a sharp, warning pain through my pubic bone and I scream for them to stop moving me. Jean yells almost at the same time, glaring at her subordinates. She orders them to freeze with my feet tilted up into the ambulance and then leans down to place her palm firmly against my crown.

The counter pressure immediately eases some of the burning sensation around my lips and the ominous aching in my pelvic bones. I lay my head back and groan at feeling, for the first time since I hit transition, some of the pain lessening rather than intensifying.

I focus on how good it feels to have Jean pushing back on some of the insane pressure in my cunny while they settle me into the ambulance. A strap is placed around my straining middle and the stretcher is locked into place. One of the nameless young men starts an IV as the sirens start blaring and I feel the ambulance start to move.

Jean, still holding my crown, tells me her colleague is giving me something for the pain and that a surgical team is being assembled right now to meet the ambulance and rush me into the operating room.

"Everything's going to be just fine, Libby. You and your baby are going to be just fine as long as you don't push. No matter how bad you need to bear down, you can't. You will break your pubic bone and probably your tail bone and you really don't want to do that."

I don't. I've already started to feel the effects of the drugs and I'm still in more pain than I've ever been in my life but there is a thin, hazy distance from it now. I feel the warmth of Jean's hand around my crown and I blink up at her with what I think might be close to a flirtatious smile.

"Just don't move your hand, baby," I mumble and she clearly understands because her cheeks redden and she cracks a wide, slightly embarrased smile.

"Alright, Sappho. Glad those drugs are starting to work."

I probably wasn't going to respond because I was seconds away from passing out when suddenly the ambulance is hitting something with extreme force and my gravid body is bouncing up into the air. I see, as if in slow motion, Jean's steadying hand get ripped away from my pussy.

I'm slammed back down on to the stretcher and, inevitably, my bones shatter. When they give way my baby is ejected out to his shoulders before anyone can stop him to try to spare me even greater injury.

I'm writhing and screaming incoherently as I feel Jean gingerly pull my son out the rest of the way. I can feel his heft shifting around pieces of bone in me as he slithers out and I am acutely aware how badly I wish I could lose consciousness.

I don't. When my son leaves my body to be handed off to one of the men and my clenching cavity clamps down on nothing, I am catapulted into another stratosphere of pain. I start hyperventilating and am barely able to understand Jean as she straddles the stretcher in between my legs and starts to touch my lips.

"Libby, hold on for me, honey. I'm gonna do something and it's gonna hurt like the dickens and then it's going to feel amazing. Just keep breathing for me, sweetheart."

Why I look down right at that moment I will never know but I watch her gloved, fisted hands plunge into my pussy and my asshole at the same time. I use my last remaining strength to wail in protest as it feels like a white hot iron is being rammed through my pelvis. Then she does what can only be described as a punch with the fist in my cunt and I almost throw up with how suddenly relieved I feel because of whatever Jean's hands are doing to hold my gravely injured body together.

Don't get me wrong. I'm still in agony. But between whatever Jean's fists just did and the drugs starting to kick in even more, I'm barely able to do anything other than lay there and whimper.

When we get to the hospital the medics have just taken me down from the ambulance when Monica runs up. She takes in Jean, straddling the stretcher in between my legs and then the position of her fists in both my holes. My face is a rictus of pain and shock and I'm horrified to discover I can't talk. I'm not even able to close my mouth when I feel drool slipping down my chin.

I look up at my wife, who's being handed our 15lb baby. She walks beside my stretcher as I'm rushed in to the trauma bay. I fight with all my will to be able to muster up the strength to say one more thing to the love of my life before the drugs pull me under completely. The fact that I'm about to almost die on the table three times because I'm silently hemorrhaging into my abdomen as we speak is the only thing that comes between me and divorce later so stupid were the words I chose to say.

"Jean's hands feel so good in my ass and my pussy. God, it feels so good."

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The hottest part to me of cis mpreg anal birth is how hard their cock must get because of the baby pressing on their prostate. I imagine being hard as a rock and also suffering through agonizing contractions is pretty overwhelming. If a guy is in transition and someone accidentally touches his cock, does he scream in agony or does it set off a mind blowing orgasm and a huge load? If he blows it while he's crowning, I imagine having to birth the shoulders with his overly sensitive cock jerking through aftershocks might not feel too good. How do you imagine anal birth feels on the balls? I've always wondered if men would be scared of them ripping or rupturing. Anyway, would love your thoughts!

thank you anon!! when i write anal birth it’s bound to always be very erotic because of these exact reasons. you’re spot on! the baby rubbing the poor guys prostate relentlessly. with every push applying a bit more pressure and then retracting again as the contraction ends. he’d be harder than he’s ever been in his life.

another thought that i’ve had is that what if while birthing, the baby would be applying so much pressure on the guy’s nethers that he is actually unable to orgasm before the baby is out of him. that would be such delicious torture. imagine labouring for a full day, prostate abused constantly. the head is bulging out of your anus, but it’s just not popping out. the pressure is agonizing, your balls feel like they could explode and your cock— oh god your cock is starting to turn purple at the head from the strain. it’s so hard you’re afraid to touch it. you know that no matter how hard you’d stroke it, your balls just wouldn’t be able to release while the baby is applying pressure in your perineum.

so hot 🥵

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Author's note: This is birth and medical fiction. It's all fake, just a fantasy. Of course I don't want this to happen to me or anyone in real life.

I'd like to have a high risk twin pregnancy. The type where I have to fight my obstetrician to let me try to give birth vaginally and then they try to insist I have an epidural so they can cut into me without delay if something goes wrong. I'll finally get them to agree to let me try it natural if I am invasively monitored throughout and I understand I'm going under general anesthesia the second things go south.

When the day comes for me to be induced, I change into a hospital gown & follow nurses instructions as they put IV ports in both of my wrists. I'm catheterized -- a situation that isn't made any more pleasant by the twinges already squeezing my middle -- and by the time I'm being strapped into the stirrups for the doctor to swipe my membranes, I'm so trussed up I can barely move.

It's my first pregnancy & I didn't expect it to hurt so much just to be pregnant. My hips have been sore practically the whole nine months, in part because of how heavy and low I am carrying the twins. Baby A practically lodged himself between my hips last week and the pressure has been slowly increasing. My breasts are cumbersome and it's painful to even feel the hospital gown brush against my areolas. By the time the doctor is settling between my legs to start my labor, I'm eager to face whatever delivery holds for me to make this pregnancy end.

I'm singing a whole different tune 16 hours later. Or rather, screaming one at the top of my lungs. I am in the throes of transition and suffering the pinnacle of a truly agonizing labor. Baby A is posterior and the pain in my back has me at the edge of my sanity, especially now that the contractions are lasting for 90 seconds, with barely a minute in between.

I'm incoherent at this point. I'm in so much pain I'm only able to think about surviving the second I am living. I'm minimally aware when the nurses move my aching body back into the stirrups so I can push my son into the world. I bear down at their direction and it feels like my ass is gonna bust when his head plunges down.

What actually happens is his precious posterior facial features lodge against my clit as a desperate push shoves him just past crowning and my poor little nub starts to sting. It feels like it's being ripped off and I'm humiliated to find I'm begging my doctor to save my clitoris while I'm straining a massive baby out of me.

I don't know how long I howl a about the pain in my clitoris but the next thing I know the doctor is roughly pulling the shoulders and then the body out of my hole, tearing me more in the process.

I'm aware that my aching canal is empty for the moment. I don't realize I am gaped so badly my asshole is almost inverted. It stings something fierce as birth fluids continue to pour out of my loose, sopping cunt. I start to cry when I realize I am still going to have to push Baby B through my ruined pussy.

I drift in and out of consciousness, occasionally aware of the sharp stab of a contraction. I wake fully to a nurse tapping my cheek to see if I've passed out. When I force my eyes open, she informs me Baby B isn't face down anymore and the doctor is about to perform an internal version. She tells me to brace myself because it will be uncomfortable.

I didn't fully realize the medical actuality of an internal version was for a grown man to stick his entire grown man hand through my cervix and into my uterus. I'm in such utter agony I barely register that the nurses are holding me down by my arms and where my thighs are not strapped to the stirrups. I am experiencing the most pain I have experienced up to this point in my life and it seems to last forever.

I never stop screaming, even when they put a mask pumping gas over my face to try to give me some relief, but the tenor of my yell changes when something shifts and then I feel something rip deep inside of me.

Suddenly all the pain that has come before pales in comparison to what I am suddenly feeling in my abdomen. It is indescribable burning combined with a sudden sense of dread that takes over my body. I am 100% certain that my reproductive organs just gave way with my daughter trapped inside me and I am going to die if something isn't done very, very soon.

It must only be minutes, maybe not even that long, that I lay there while the medical team catches up to the realization that me and my baby are in mortal danger. Time slows down and I feel the rip in my uterus expanding as the contractions, one on top of another now, injure me more by the second. Despite no medical knowledge, I know instinctively that the renewed flood out of my pussy is blood and I am hemorrhaging, possibly to death.

I am utterly helpless now. Strapped down in stirrups, paralyzed by pain, my strength seeping from me as fast as the blood flowing between my legs. I faintly register the monitors start to alarm as I lose the battle with consciousness and my world goes dark.

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I wake up groggy and disoriented on a stretcher being wheeled somewhere. I immediately start to panic because there is a tube down my throat and I am really, brutally aware of a long, deep vertical incision that extends from above my belly button down to my public bone. I swear I can feel the layers upon layers they sliced through to deliver my baby. I won't know until later about the battle the surgeons waged, first to save my life and then to save my fertility.

Right now I am only aware of how much it hurts to be jostled on a stretcher with a massive cut down my middle. When the two male nurses move me into the bed, I plead for unconsciousness as my body is roughly transferred to a bed. My tailbone hits the mattress and reverberates in the form of a sharp pain through my pussy. I've still got a catheter and I feel like every inch down there has been stitched up.

I hope one of these nurses will realize I am aware and therefore in indescribable pain but it seems like the paralytic they gave me before intubating me is the only drug of the cocktail still in effect. I suffer as they lift my hips and put a pillow under my butt. Then they start taking off my hospital gown completely.

My confusion quickly turns to fear as one gloved hand on each side grabs one of my fat titties and starts tugging. Breast pumps are whipped out and the men make quick work of shoving as much of my massive milkers in to each before turning them on simultaneously.

My uterus, even after the brutal surgical repair, still tries to respond to my milk suddenly dropping. The pain of contracting after uterine repair and a cesarean combined with the sudden gush of warm pressure on my aching tits brings tears to my eyes. I must be a strange sight: intubated and naked, massive breasts attached to pumps, with my deflated belly sporting a huge incision hanging above a pussy so bruised and stitched it looks entirely purple.

The elder nurse pats my naked thigh just before he makes to leave. It jostles everything and our eyes meet as I wince at the pain it causes me. A chill runs through my body as I realize he knows I am awake and feeling way more than I should be.

He looks at me the entire time he lubes his gloved fist, a sinister smile on his face. He settles between my legs and pauses to look up at me again.

"I bet you wish you'd had that epidural, huh, dear?"

My vision goes white as I feel his whole fist plunge into my pussy with a force absolutely intended to cause me a fatal amount of pain. My vision goes white and I feel pressure building in my chest as the stitches holding my cervix together start ripping. The last thought I have before I go into cardiac arrest is how I don't want to my last memory to be of being brutally fisted in my obliterated, post-birth pussy while my heart explodes in my chest.

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Hot phrases from birth videos that have stuck with me for years:

"My coochie hurts so bad! Did I rip?!"

"My clitoris, oh God, my clitoris!"

"Oh God I'm crowning!"

"My asshole is burning!"

What are some of yours?

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Imagine this

Imagine the desperation of feeling your baby moving down through your birth canal, enduring the urge to push but failing and ending up with a baby in the hospital hallway.

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Fantasy Maternity Ward

It had been a relatively quiet day at the maternity ward, but all of Dr. Ixia's hope of going home on time vanished when she heard the anguished screams of the petite elven woman being carried into the delivery room by her hulking orc husband. Half-orc deliveries were almost always a drawn-out, tortuous affair, and with the three-year length of elven pregnancies, the mother would surely need a lot of time and assistance to squeeze out the 60-70 pound toddler currently cramming its way through her overdilated cervix.

The nurse briefed the goblin OBGYN on the patient's status: "She's carrying a singleton, half-orc 163 weeks pregnant, and nearly fully dilated." The doctor's eyes widened at hearing how long the pregnancy had been. Elves usually couldn't handle bearing interspecies babies the full three years, but this woman had gone severely overdue. She shuddered thinking about the sheer size of the baby, and whether her body could even stretch enough to accommodate it.

The patient was helped into the birthing bed, her feet strapped up into the stirrups. Her breasts, sagging low with milk, were pushed up into her face by the enormity of her womb, which dominated the rest of her body. From Ixia's low angle it looked like it could be the size of the rest of her combined. The elf's straining, barrel-sized belly shifted back and forth as the strong, overdeveloped child confined within writhed, desperate to be born.

The doctor reached into the patient's swollen pussy to examine her cervix. She found her to be fully dilated, with the baby's watermelon-sized and colored head battering against the elf's hopelessly tiny pelvic inlet with each desperate push.

"Huff...huff...stuUUUUUUUUUCK!" was all the poor elf could say as another contraction made her strain desperately to squeeze the colossal head through her unyielding hips. "We're going to give you a little something to help you stretch", said Dr. Ixia, loading up a syringe with a clear potion.

Ixia made three careful injections into the ligaments holding her pelvis together, one in the front and one on either side of her delicate tailbone. She wrenched the strirrups back, bringing the elven woman's feet almost parallel to her head. The patient let out a desperate scream as she reacted to the burning sensation of her pelvic ligaments stretching like taffy.

With her hips finally widened enough for her pushes to slowly start squeezing the overdue toddler downwards, the patient writhed underneath the suffocating boulder of her belly, clinging desperately to her orc husband's burly arm. Each push brought a few agonizingly slow millimeters of progress, and with it an unimaginable searing pain that made her scream and wail that her hips would split. Though this was one of the most disproportionate births she'd attended, it was nothing the veteran doctor hadn't seen before. Ixia squirted some lubricating oil into the now bulging cunt of her patient, working it in around the brow of the child to hopefully ease its passage somewhat.

After a few hours the head was just barely starting to approach the elf's bulging lips. With a sliver of green skin visible, each push made her swollen flower distend just a bit more, until it formed a sickening bulge several inches wide. Her perineum was pulled so tight that it dragged her anus open with into a teardrop shape.

Ixia sighed, realizing that the elf's hole was just too small and tight to stretch around the colossal toddler head. She gently ran her fingers around the taut rim, testing its pliability and trying to stretch it around a little more of the huge skull. There was just no way it was going to fit without splitting the poor elf wide open.

"Ready the traction forceps," Ixia said to her assistant. As the device was being assembled, she rubbed a sticky potion into the elf's vaginal lips and perineum. "This will help you stretch wide enough to deliver." she explained.

With the ointment taking effect Ixia was just barely able to wiggle the curved metal faces of the forceps into the patient's birth canal and secure them into place around either side of the head. She locked them together and hooked the apparatus up to a chain, then turned a crank to create constant pressure against her patient's stubborn cunt.

"IT'S RIPPING MEeeeeeee!" screams the poor elf, struggling to stay calm with the burning sensation in her overstretched cunt suddenly multiplying tenfold. "Calm down, you're not tearing. Just breathe and push when you feel a contraction." Privately, Ixia had her doubts. The doctor prided herself on rarely having to cut her patients, but the sheer size of the grossly overdeveloped half-breed could easily prove too large for the extra capacity provided by the stretching ointment.

Over the next three hours the elf's grotesquely stretched pussy gradually stretched around the baby's boulder-like, fused skull. The doctor periodically ratcheted up the tension, and reapplied more ointment to the patient's vulva and perineum. But just before it reached its widest point, it stopped progressing.

The red-faced elf gasped as Ixia explained that the shoulders had become stuck on her tailbone. "Brace yourself, this will be quite uncomfortable." said the doctor as she pulled on an elbow-length surgical glove.

Ixia carefully squeezed her hand into the gaping maw of the elf's rectum. She faced severe resistance from the stretching and squeezing being exerted on the hole by the massive obstruction lodged in the birth canal. Every square inch of space in the moaning patient's pelvic cavity seemed to be taken up by the baby, but finally the doctor was able to get some leverage on the shoulders.

With the next push she attempted to rotate the anterior shoulder, but it wouldn't budge. It was completely wedged against the unusually prominent bone. With a sickening pop, the fragile spur gave way. Ixia quickly withdrew her arm from the patient and provided counterpressure as the unstuck baby surged forward.

"Try to pant through the urge to push. If it comes too quickly you're going to tear yourself badly." But the agonized elven woman was far too deep into the throes of labor to resist her body's desperate signals. With the next contraction the head finally popped free from her gaping cunt with a gush of fluid. Ixia disengaged the forceps and gently guided the shoulders and torso out. With one more quick push the gigantic toddler fully emerged from the elf's blown-out birthing hole.

Ixia needed help from her assistant to lift the child onto the mother's chest. As the new parents cooed over their firstborn and the nurses cleaned him up and did their examinations, she supervised the delivery of the placenta and stitched up the shockingly minor tears in the elf's loose, swollen-purple hole.

"76 pounds 15 ounces!" announced one of the nurses after weighing the chubby newborn boy. "One of the largest I've ever delivered" thought Ixia to herself. With the ordeal largely over, the doctor advised the patient to stay on bedrest for at least six weeks while her tailbone healed and alchemically stretched body parts slowly returned to normal. Finally, hours after she expected, she could go home.

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There's just so much that's HOT about transfem pregnancy. Like your belly being so big that your cute little cock presses against it, or the way the baby rubs against your prostate while it slowly pushes down your colon.

The hole you're birthing out of is the best part, if anything. To me personally, there's something I love about the concept of my body being able to become pregnant even though it shouldn't. There's something delicious about your hole being so unsuited for pushing out a child, your pelvis skinny and unable to force a huge baby out of it. There's no way you wouldn't be bleeding as your hole was ripped apart... imagine destroying that pretty little hole of yours with the first baby, then having to do it again with the second. Forcing the child through your bruised, battered and bloodied hole, the pain double what it was before. I wonder how the triplet will feel?

Omg, OMG, yes, everything just yes. Okay, first off, I can not even begin to explain how flustered and horny reading that made me feel, and second, YES!! That’s exactly everything I love about it, I need to give birth and feel as the massive baby is squeezed, forced through my narrow pelvis only to still be too big for my body. My poor struggling little hole reaching its maximum stretch before the head can even fully crown, forcing my pretty girly little ass to rip itself apart around my baby’s head. God the whole ordeal would be agonizing for me. And to have triplets? To be forced to endure even worse pain as my sore, abused, bleeding little hole has to stretch all over again, and then a third time. The first one I might have just maybe been able to deliver on my own, but the next two? I’ll never be able to push through that kind of pain without encouragement. Hold my hand and call me a good girl as I push and cry, feeling my tender hole bulging and bleeding around your huge child

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A hospital birth on back. Crying, sobbing, and screaming in pain and panic, yelling, "I can't! I can't!" and "I'm trying so hard!" Tensing uncontrollably as the baby birthes while the nurses yell to stop, screaming, "I'm sorry!"

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After tearing badly birthing your first child, you're back in the hospital a year later laboring with its even bigger sibling. All the scar tissue is making it tough for your perineum to stretch, and you've been stuck in a tight, burning crown for what feels like hours...

My last birth was so traumatic I swore I'd never give birth naturally again. My birth canal was so narrow compared to my huge baby I that I struggled for hours to crown, screaming and pleading through back labor for someone to help me get it out. When it came time to push the head out I was delirious from the pain and I popped it out too fast and spit my poor little cunt almost to my asshole. I couldn't do anything but waddle, nurse, and hold an ice pack to my puss for two months I was so torn up.

So this time, when I found out I was carrying an even larger baby, I knew I was getting an epidural the minute I felt the first contraction. Well, I tried to anyway. It never worked and I have felt every agonizing moment of my 45 hour labor. I'm tied to the monitors and forced to suffer through contractions lying on my back. They put my legs up high into the stirrups for me to squeeze what is estimated to be a 16lb baby through my canal.

I've been crowning so long I am incoherent with pain. There's so much pressure it feels like my baby is going to obliterate my asshole at any moment. It burns so badly and I can feel the scar tissue holding it in, prolonging my suffering.

I start begging for someone to cut me and they must agree because a nurse tells me to wait, don't push and hurt myself like last time. And I try so hard but it's taking forever to squeeze iodine on my pussy and find the scalpel that I'm whimpering to please push because it hurts so bad. Suddenly the pressure shifts and I have no choice. I bear down and the head surges forward.

I swear time slows down and I can feel the scar tissue burst and the rip as the head tears my ass all the way through. At the same time, every sensitive nerve in my clitoris feels it as it's sliced through by the baby's brow.

My eyes are rolled back in my head as the massive head hangs from my gravely injured cunny. Unfortunately I remain conscious as they tug on the head, push down on my belly, and finally tug the wide shoulders through my ravaged hole, tearing me wider in the process.

I lose consciousness on the way up to the OR, the agony of my badly injured pussy clenching down on nothing combined with my poor parts being jostled by the rolling of the wheels finally too much for me to take.

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If they're going to beg for an epidural, it's going to be while they're in transition. Maybe even that first vice like contraction that signals play time is over, this bowling ball is ramming its way out of them no matter what, and there is no relief until the hips are being pulled out of their leaking gash.

They're desperate for pain relief at this point. They're full, sensitive, boiling hot, and the pressure in their pelvis feels like it will snap it at any moment. They're not allowed to push yet but are also really too far gone to get up and try to find a more comfortable position. The baby is so low in their hips it feels best to lay with their legs splayed up around their roiling belly.

The best part is it's far too late for an epidural at this point. The medical staff might try to reason with the pregnant person by telling them getting an epidural would require them to lay still on their side with their legs closed, which is obviously impossible because they're writhing in pain and screaming if their legs close even a bit due to the massive baby wedged between their hips. But they are past reason. The only thing they can think about at this point is they're already in the most pain they've ever been in their life and they're not even pushing yet.

Whether they accept it or not, the option to do anything about the agony is long gone. They're going to feel every single second of their baby's sunny side up head blowing through their tender skin and tearing them from top to bottom. They're going to scream for a c-section when even the destruction of their sex isn't enough to fit the impossibly wide shoulders.

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okay actually can't stop thinking abt this tho but like. guy who's having one hell of an orgasmic/birth denial labor session. And it's been hours now, by god does he have to push SO badly.

But it feels so good. The head right there, not quite crowning, but bulging in his cunt. Unbeknownst to him, it's actually stuck there, he's just been denying himself via couch grinding for so long that he's yet to notice.

Finally he scoots over to allow his legs some room to open and he gives in. He pushes, gasping, and a realization hits him that it's stuck- so stuck in fact, that pushing does not even offer respite to his body's screaming urge to push, as it's making no progress.

But with every contraction and push, it feels like he's walking on the edge of a knife, he's so fucking close to orgasm. Finally at the crest of one cramp, he manages to push so hard he tumbles into the most sloppy mind-melting climax he's ever had. Like involuntary yelp-scream level of cumming.

He reaches down to see what's up with his progress and it turns out he's managed to get the head further about an inch. God this is gonna be a long night.

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🛸 anon, this is superb. i hope you don’t mind me replacing your requested orfice with a different one tho 🤝

Poor dude has spent the whole day prolonging his labor. He put on the tightest pair of his jeans that still fit his low-hanging belly and went on with his life. He cooked, cleaned, even tried to unclog the shower drain.

His ass was up in the air and he was moaning in a delirious bliss as he felt the baby inside him search for the exit as he cleaned the drain. The contracting belly was pushed against the bathroom floor and he couldn’t help but grind against it.

In the evening the urge to push has grown so great he can hardly fight it anymore. He just doesn’t want to give birth yet, he loves it too much. He loves the weight of the baby so low between his legs, loves the painfully tightening flesh of his belly, loves the way his prostate is being abused by constant pressure.

”Ooohhh yes, stay still baby. Stay still a while more– oaargghh!” His airy words turn into a low groan as his contracting belly forces his legs into a slight squat. He needs to push he needs to push he needs to push. He can’t fight anymore. He pushes against the pain and feels the baby instantly move lower. ”No! Aarghh oh no I don’t want it to come yet”, he cries and waddles towards the couch. He hauls a leg over the arm rest of his couch and sits down. ”Ahhhh!” He moans as he feels the descend of the baby come to a halt. ”Ohh yes! Oh yes!” His hips sway back and forth as he grinds against the couch for close to an hour.

His ass is burning, slowly stretching around the head that is trying to exit him. He loves the feeling. After edging for a while longer, the urge to push becomes too much, and he lifts himself up, allowing his natural instincts to take over.

He pushes, teeth gritted, but the baby doesn’t move. ”What?” He groans, feeling behind himself. The head is barely peeking through his entrance. He pushes again on the next contraction, but it doesn’t move at all. His whole perineum is bulging with the head. He just needs to get it out. He tries to loosen his hole around the head, but even it doesn’t help. As he pushes, the pressure against his prostate tenfolds and he’s screaming both in pleasure and pain.

”Holy shittttt get it out of me!” He moans as he sways his hips around, hand stretching his bulging asshole. The contraction is forcing him to keep pushing and he feels like his knees are about to give in any second. ”Oh my God! It’s stuck”, his voice trembles as he tries to get the baby moving by taking pained steps around the flat. His hips are bucking with every step, cock grinding against his belly.

The contraction eases and with a heavy sigh he lowers himself to the floor. On his knees he brings both his hands to his hole, trying to push his fingers inside m. He doesn’t know if the baby is stuck in his pelvis or rim. It doesn’t take long for a new contraction to build. He cries out loud as he’s forced to push against the pain again. He falls to his hands and knees, gripping the floor with his fingers as he doesn’t hold back the scream ripping from his throat as he uses all his strenght to push the baby out. A bit of fluid trickles out of him and the burning at his anus intensifies, and then he has to stop to breathe. His hand flies to his hole at once, only to find the head stretching him open barely a centimeter more.

He has to push again. ”Oh oh oh! Ohhhhh please get out of meeehhhh!” The moans turn into a scream as he forces the baby through his abused passage. His prostate explodes into pure exstasy as his cock shoots its load.

His vision comes back and he finds himself on his elbows, ass high up in the air. His cheecks feel wet, and his rim is burning. The head must be out. That crazy orgasm couldn’t have been caused by anything else. He brings a hand behind himself, only to find his asshole bulging and straining around the head just slightly more than before.

”Ohhhh shit…”

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I'm going to plead with you to fuck me in to labor. Ask you to play with my huge, milk swollen tits and lick my thick, brown nipples to get the contractions started. I am painfully pregnant and I can't stand being this stuffed and uncomfortable for a minute longer. I'll throw my head back, face red and grunting with exertion, as I hold my massive, straining belly and ride you until you cum from me having my first contraction on your dick.

48 hours of slow and agonizing labor later, I'm pleading with you again, this time to please do something to get this massive baby out of my poor cunny. It's stuck just before my entrance and my hips are so full, even spread wide in the stirrups, that pushing is agony. You're at my head soothing me when they put the vacuum on and start pulling and can't help but notice my swollen, leaking tits are bouncing like I'm being fucked as the doctor tugs our 16lb baby out of me. The sound I make and the look on my face when he jerks it out to the shoulders, obliterating my poor pussy, makes you cum in your boxers on the spot. You're still dry humping the air and trying to work yourself through the aftershocks without anyone noticing when the doctor finally pulls the hips out of my bleeding, broken puss and places the baby on my deflated belly.

Many months later, after I'm finally recovered enough for sex, you blow your load when I have my first orgasm lying on my back, legs up around your waist. Turns out my baby making face and my baby birthing face look a lot alike.