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another fun birth ask!

some more fun ask questions to share and ask around🥰

what noises would you want to make while in labor/pushing?

would you want a mirror while pushing?

would you want to keep your hand between your legs while pushing?

how long would you want to feel the head continue to slip out and back in?

how would you want to feel pleasure while pushing? (clit stim, nipple stim, fingering, etc.)

would you push hard or give little pushes?

do want someone to hold your legs back?

would you want to have a large bulge while crowning or a teardrop stretch?

would you want to experience the shoulders getting stuck?

would you want to be fingered/stretched around the head as you push by someone?

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I always think things about a heavily pregnant person struggling to get in and out of a car that’s too small or low to ground.

But what about the opposite. They own a big pickup truck and have to have someone help lift them up and down to get into it. Or they have to bring a step ladder with them if they go anywhere. It makes it hard to park since the door needs to be fully open to get you out or in. This makes it so they have to park further away in the parking lot quite often. The dashboard console becomes too far away and they can’t reach any of the buttons with how much their belly gets in the way.

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some guy

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I am not immune to sexy milf succubus. I’ve named her Adorima

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Fat bellies so round they get mistaken for pregnancy.

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Let’s run errands together while I’m massively pregnant and overdue with your babies.

I’d be so pregnant that my clothes would definitely not fit, making my belly stick out of my shirt the entire time. My belly is so big and heavy you have to help me in and out of the car every time. I would need to lean on you as I waddled my way around. Once inside everyone would stare at me as I struggle to get around. I’d knock over displays with my belly then ask you to help me clean it up before someone sees. Employees would rush over like to help like they knew my belly would cause a mess. When the line is taking too long I’d ask for you to hold my belly for me. Most of the time, people would offer for us to go before them at check out so I wouldn’t have to stand.

At the end of it all, I’d be so tired but showing off how pregnant you made me would make it all worth it.

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need to be so pregnant that i have to keep my hands on my round, gravid tummy during sex. whining and holding onto its roundness while your gaze is transfixed on the slight bounce of it from the push and pull of your thrusts 😵‍💫 ….

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idk about you but i love it when people focus a little on the everyday aspects of living with a huge, swollen belly. imagine getting in the bathtub, rubbing your stomach all over with soapy water, when you can barely if reach your bellybutton... imagine not being able to stretch any of your tops over it, despite your best, repeated attempts. the feeling of not being able to sit at the table or fit in any car (that is, if you're bold enough to still leave your home). laying down on your side and trying your best to catch some sleep, even though your belly's so taut and sensitive that the slightest touch from the sheets is getting you hopelessly aroused — there isn't much you can do about it on your own.

yeah it's one of my fav thigns too. the weight, the waddle, the stretch, especially if you're carrying something non-human,. people randomly rubbing your belly in the street, confusion as they feel eggs or werewolf pups insteado f the solid weight of a human..

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NON-freaks dni. This is a freaks only zone

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hiya :3 when reading birth stories, what would you say it's the thing you like the most in the writing? do you have any preferences for that?

Hello! Ooo good question. I really like when there’s a lot of talk about how everything feels. How heavy and large the belly has gotten. When the pelvis is sore from so much weight. The pressure and burning as they give birth. I especially love when it’s the carrier complaining about these things.

As for a preference. I like a good story telling. That doesn’t mean it has to be a long but it’s has to have some good flow to it.

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“AAAHHHHH” I’m screaming and pushing through another contraction, “UUUHHHGGG! I- I can’t do it.”

“No more… It hurts too much,” I gasp out between contractions. “The baby is too big. My hips are going to break!”

“No. No more. No moRE!” I start screaming as your body forces you to push. “It’s too big! Too big!”

“My pelvis is going to snap!” I shreek. I’m cry now tear tracks tinning down my face. “There’s s-so much preASURE!”

“NOOOO UUHHHHGG!” The babies head starts to push free from your birth canal. “ITS BURNING! AND I CANT STOP PUSHING!”

“HHHNNNGG I’M TEARING! It’s ripping me open.” I grab at anything nearby to try and ground myself. “IM BEING RIPPED OPEN!”

“ITS TOO BIG!! AGHHHHHH!” With a blood curdling scream the head pops free.

“The head… is out…” I say delirious from pain at this point. “I ripped. But the h-head is out..”

“Uuunnnhhh One- one more,” I moan out knowing I have to still push the rest of the baby out. “It HURTS!”

“ONE MORE PUSH!” I scream and use the rest of my energy to push the baby free.

The babies cries full the room. I fall back the pain finally waning, “I-I did it…”

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Poor little bird-folk who has a condition that makes their eggs grow unusually large. It means they almost always get egg bound and spend days laying a clutch when all their friends do it in an afternoon. It doesn't help that they're small and slight with narrow hips that strain against every huge egg.

As they get closer to laying their stomach swells up immensely, looking ridiculous on their small frame. Everyone else they know gets a regular, manageable bump in the weeks before they lay. Usually only restricting their movements in the last few days. But their stomach is huge and obvious and horribly sore for weeks. They spend almost a month too heavy to fly and by the last week they can barely walk. You would think that going through this every year would mean they're used to it, but every time they are caught off guard by how heavy and sore and uncomfortable their giant eggs make them. Their fragile pelvis wasn't made to carry so much weight. Their skin stretches so far that they start to lose feathers on their belly and red, angry stretch marks are visible on the exposed skin. It's miserable but they know the worst is still yet to come.

Their body is designed to lay quickly. Half a day of laboring, an hour of pushing and you've got a clutch. But with their eggs three or four times bigger than they should be that timeline is simply impossible. They dread those first contractions. Once they start they are trapped in a horrible storm as their body shoves the first egg down brutally hard and fast. The pressure in their hips increases ten fold. They squawk and cry, paralyzed by the intensity and trying desperately to find a position that will ease some of the pressure.

It's not long before the tip of the first egg begins to press down through their cloaca. This is when the real trouble starts. They are gripped with the urge to push. The first push begins to stretch their hole, the heavy egg bulging out the skin between their legs, the very tip visible just inside. But there is not enough space. Two, maybe three pushes should be enough for a regular egg. But their egg is so, so big. It gets stuck almost immediately. A few desperate pushes might bring it down just a bit more, enough than the stretch of their cloaca really starts to sting. But then it lodges itself and won't budge no matter how much they push.

No matter how many times they're forced to do this they are always gripped with horrible panic when they realize the egg won't move. The pain of contractions, the spasming of their stretched hole, the mind numbing pressure, all make it impossible to think. They'll thrash and scream, crying that it's stuck! It's stuck! Oh god please, it won't come! By now they know to have a healer on hand. But during their first lay they cried alone for hours, sure they were going to die.

There isn't actually much the healer can do. The bird-folk must now go through a horrible process of slow stretching. The healer takes some oil and rubs it around the rim of their hole, gently stretching the already taught skin, trying to work them open. They moan as their tortured hole is stretched. The burn is constant and terrible and they feel like they could rip open at any second. The healer stretches them and then they are forced to stand on shaking legs and hobble back and forth, bowlegged around their crowning egg. They shift their hips as best they can, trying to work the egg down. They are still beset by contractions and every few the urge to push becomes too great and they have to squat down and push. On every fourth or fifth push the egg will inch out the slightest bit more.

The progress is glacial and agonizing. They are trapped in a desperate cycle. Once they collapse from exhaustion the healer applies more oil, wedging their finger in alongside the egg and making them stretch. Then after a fruitless push or two they are dragged back to their feet. They rock and sway and squat intermittently, pushing and crying, until their legs give out once again and they slump to the ground in an exhausted heap. Then the healer approaches with more oil.

This goes on for hour after miserable hour. Slowly the egg crowns out of their tortured cloaca. The liberal application of oil and constant stretching protects them from tearing but the burn is indescribable. They are stretched so tight around something much bigger than it should be. At a certain point they go numb, their nerves unable to keep up with the stretch.

It's usually at that point that they break down completely, going limp and weeping, saying the egg will never come out, just leave them, they're too tired to push anymore. Every time they're sure this is it, it's over. They just want the pressure and the pain to end but their will is completely broken. The healer lets them cry and writhe through several contractions then hauls them up on their hands and knees, forces some water down their throat, and tells them to get pushing. It's hard but they've done it every year and this won't be the year they die on the healer's watch. Still crying and hiccuping miserably they bear down and push again.

By the next day they are usually close to the widest part of the egg. The end is in sight but still so far away. The cycles of oil, stretching, and pushing have gotten shorter and shorter. They are no longer able to stand, the egg forcing their legs too wide. It looks obscene sticking out of their hole, taking up the entire space between their legs. They alternate between squatting and rocking back and forth on their hands and knees. By now they are in a kind of trance-like state. Their world shrunk down to just the giant egg holding them brutally open. They emit a constant quiet lowing, their broken voice peaking in distress with every push.

Finally after one push they feel it, on instinct they know that one more push will get them past the widest point. They suck in a breath and push with every desperate ounce of strength left in their exhausted body. The egg moves. The pressure gives. In an almost orgasmic gush the egg bursts through and slides out of their spasming hole. They slump to the ground and sob in relief.

They get maybe an hour of rest. Then the pains return and their body starts working the next giant egg down to their hole. They're stretched now so this one will not take quite as long but they still have hours more of pushing ahead. And after that two more eggs lie in wait.

When all of the eggs are finally out they sleep for days, completely drained. The relief of finally being empty is always tainted by the knowledge that they will have to do it all again next year.

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Fill my inbox with what you’d do to me if you impregnated me.

The next 10+ months I’m all yours. How many babies am I carrying for you. How big do I get. What am I wearing. What am I eating. How much do we go out. Can I walk by the end of it?

Even the birth is up to you. Will you make it easy for me? Or will I end up laboring for hours.

You’ve impregnated me and all I want now is to be the perfect carrier for you.

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Hello, and welcome to the blog!

Most of my writing will be tagged #my writing

Feel free to reach out to RP or chat - and/or give writing prompts (it might take me a bit to fulfill but i love hearing ideas)

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I’m into:

pregnancy and birth (almost to do with them)

public births, painful birth, birth denial, multiples. anal, vaginal and penis birth, massive pregnancy bellies, and more)

Not too into orgasmic birth but will still rp/write about it!

BDSM, humiliation, CNC, rape, breeding, hucow, lactation, mind break, weight gain and feedism, (I actually run another blog for that @watch-you-grow), and much more, just as ask ;)

Limits: no vomit, nothing illegal, no incest (includes step-family)

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Involuntary pushing>>>>

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Imagine you and a friend get impregnated by the same guy at the same time. You both are ecstatic about the news and so is he. He is willing to help take care of the babies and pay for whatever you need. His only request is that they are born at the same time. You both agree thinking hes not serious, no one can time when they give birth.

For the next 10 months all three of you enjoy the pregnancies to the best of your ability. You both really start to show at around 3 months and you find it's still easy to get dressed and have sex. Then around the 7th month mark, you both begin to struggle to get your shirts over your belly and you find sex starts to get a bit more awkward. Around 10 months, shirts are out of the question, so are your pants and bras. You both walk around just underwear, your heavy breasts bouncing on your massive belly. It in turn, it makes everyone horny. Sex is now difficult but not impossible. It takes a bit of work to find positions that work with both of your massive bellies.

One day, you feel your contractions start. That same day you learn how serious the guy was about you and your friend giving birth together. He forces you to take a drug to slow down your labor and locks you into a chastity belt. Days go by that have you panting and screaming through contractions. Your friend begs to be induced so you can can finally give birth. The guy denies her saying he only wants labor to start naturally.

When you both finally give birth your friend's labor lasted only 4 hours. Where yours had now been happening for over a week.