33 y/o male into fpreg as the coach. Love describing laboring mothers urgently needing to push their babies out. Love to write birth stories and do birth roleplays on here or, more preferably, Discord: mgmt2978#4896 If you are a male who likes to play the carrier, that is fine, but PLEASE do not tell me you're actually a guy. I don't ask your actual sex/gender, but I prefer someone who has a neutral or feminine looking profile picture. I love to roleplay an overcrowded, understaffed labor and delivery waiting room. Anything can happen from there, from a public/embarrassing birth, to a private birth in a suite with your husband if you want, so long as it has elements including her wanting to labor/push on the toilet, and we focus on the urgency in her bottom that labor brings, just like in real life births! I can play a anything from a helpful stranger to loving husband, in any setting really, if it, again, includes the elements I like
As she edges closer to the bathroom, her eyes scan the line of laboring women ahead of her. The scene unfolding before her heightens her distress. Each woman is caught in the throes of a dual struggle: pushing to birth a child while simultaneously contending with the involuntary expulsion of large, hard stools. The corridor, a gallery of raw human effort, showcases woman after woman bearing down hard, their expressions contorted in intense concentration and discomfort.
The women make deeply embarrassing faces as they push—cheeks flushed, eyes squeezed shut, mouths open in silent cries or punctuated with sharp exhales. The stools are visibly large and seem stubbornly lodged, only partially expelled despite their efforts. This visible struggle adds a visceral layer of reality to her fears; it's not just a possibility but a scene actively playing out in front of her.
She watches as one woman leans against the wall, her body bent forward in a deep squat. Another grips the handrail along the corridor, her legs trembling under the strain. Each woman's hospital gown is shifted awkwardly, failing to provide privacy in these intensely private moments. The shared vulnerability among them is palpable, yet each is isolated in her personal battle.
This tableau of desperation directly feeds into her own spiraling worry. If these women, so evidently struggling, are any indication, the chances of her reaching a private space in time are dwindling rapidly. The physical reality of her condition—pressured, urgent, and uncontrollable—mirrors theirs, and the solidarity of shared experience does little to comfort her. Instead, it magnifies her anxiety, embedding a deep fear that she too will soon be one of the women squatting and pushing in the hallway, exposed and overwhelmed.
Her heart races as she clutches tighter to the volunteer's arm, seeking some anchor in the storm of her panic. Each step forward is a battle against time and physiology, her mind racing with the imagery of what might soon be her own public and unavoidable ordeal. The corridor stretches out like a gauntlet, each woman's plight a mirror to her impending ordeal, each second drawing her closer to a moment she desperately wishes to avoid.
“How the fuck do you think im doing?!” She snapped at her husband. “Horrible! I’m doing fucking horrible!! Nothing will come out. I want to punch y- OH GOD!!! GRRRRRR NGHHH!!”
His wife pushed hard into her bum. It was their third child and the labor was going fast. Baby’s head fully engaged and momma almost fully dilated. Only problem was the poor momma had been severely constipated when baby decided to drop and get into position to be born. It had only been 4 hours between the momma waking up to labor pains and transition. Her water hadn’t even broken yet and the baby’s head was pushing hard onto her plugged up bowels.
Love it when she presses her lips together in a thin line, and pushes down with her eyes open, still, as if she’s looking towards her husband to see if he approves, or if he notices a thick stool is starting to come out of her bottom, something she feels, hoping desperately it’s not true
It’s truly a pleasure to see my partner like this. Their breast perfectly draped around their round full belly as their legs are wide open so I can truly take in all of the essence this moment has to offer. Since we found out we were pregnant I’ve dreamed of this very moment. Our babies head has finally crowned due to all their beautiful moans and birthing noises.
Their hand is on mine while mine is keeping them spread open for me
“Push baby push we are so close” I tell them as they squeeze and push as hard as they can pushing with everything in them.