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idk how ppl get away with posting their art here uncensored when everytime ive done it it gets flagged almost immediately LOL

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oogh, great art as usual!!!! I fucking love it when the vulva bulges like crazy before crowning....

thank u!!! and yes that's my guilty pleasure of mine, i think it's so hot 😩👌

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Fast Bathroom Birth (tmpreg)

2k words

**Warning: fetish content** Contains graphic description of birth.

This one includes

Trans dad

Fast, unassisted birth

Fetal ejection reflex

Supportive partner

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The contraction hits River like a truck. One second he's moaning deep, the next he's leaning over his lap on the toilet, crunching down with the hardest, deepest grunt, his body pushing on its own.

"AAAAAAAOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUWHHHHHH..."

It's so hard. His knees are together, feet pointed outwards. As his body continues to bear down and strain, he leans harder over his lap, his rock-hard belly touching his shaking thighs, his hands reaching back to grip the back of the toilet.

He can barely get a breath in before his body says it's time to push again, and push hard. He grunts even tighter, higher, his feet lifting off the floor as he squints at a spot on the wall.

"AAAAAOOOOOHHHHHH FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKUHH!!!"

He pants, willing the acid in his stomach to stay down. "Oh, she's coming. She's coming, James I can't--" his voice cuts off into a really tight grunt as he feels James's hand on his back. "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrr........"

"You're doing it, love, come on."

All he feels is fire. It feels like his entire body is being sucked down out of his hole, all the pressure in the world being concentrated in that tender spot. He can feel her head inside him, feel his body squeeeeze with all its might as she lowers through his pelvis. He can hear some fluid plop into the water past his own inhuman grunting, and he needs to breathe. He knows he needs to breathe but he can't stop it. The urge to push is so strong, it's overpowering him completely.

Then, quicker than ever comes the burning. That intense, all-encompassing fire as his baby's hard skull lowers and widens his tissue. Why do all of their babies have such big fucking heads?

He tries not to scream, but he just can't stop it. It's completely beyond his control as he leans more over his lap, gripping the toilet for dear life, knees coming up higher and feet off the floor, teeth bared and his eyes finally scrunching shut.

"OOOOOOUUUUUUUIT'URTSSOOBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADDDDDD!!"

"Breathe, love!" James is saying. "Breathe."

But River can't! His body is locked in, locked down, he's pushing with every fucking muscle he has, feeling that huge head push just behind his tissue. He's going to fucking push her out into the toilet!

"SHE'SCOMING--OUT I'M PUSHINGHEROOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!"

But it stops. Eventually, it has to. River is properly panting, burning and trembling everywhere. He widens his legs, puts a hand down there to feel. Her head is right there, already peeking out past his slit.

"Do you want to go on your hands and knees?" James asks him, taking his arm and supporting his trembling weight.

River just keeps panting and feeling, then wipes the blood on his fingers on his thigh. "I dunno. I dunno, I just need her out. I can't do it... I can't."

"Of course you can," James insists. "You're already doing it, baby, her head's right there."

Sooner than expected, he feels the urge again. He grips for James's sleeve with his bloody fingers, panting hard as his belly contracts inward.

"She's coming, she's coming," River pants, feeling himself start to bear down, feeling his muscles contract and open around her hard head. He needs to get upright.

James is only supporting half his weight and River is barely off the toilet seat, still standing with his knees bent low, but there's no time. He needs to push now. He's still grunting, trying not to panic, and he grips the back of James's shirt and his own thigh as his body locks in, belly going taut against him and all his muscles stiffening, and he gives a huge push down, dipping lower and stiffer.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRR" The grunt is guttural and wet, involuntary, as he bears down as hard and long as he can. Her head is a bowling ball in his pelvis, dropped low and stretching his tissue like hell. It feels like it's stretched to its limit, but he knows there's so much more to go. The pressure is intense. It's impossible to stop, and it feels like he's going to split in half if he keeps going. There's only one way out of this. He thinks he can get her head out on this one if he just pushes really, really hard.

He raises just a little as the push ebbs away, James scrambling to fix his grip on him -- he must be heavy -- but then he gears up to go right back. Reaches back to pull the bottom of his ass cheek open in the vain hope that it'll help make room for her head. He can feel his entire body shaking, his stiff legs especially, spread as wide open as he can get them. He's having trouble getting a grip with his foot on the floor.

With a hard and guttural involuntary "EUH---", River focuses all of his power on pushing down on that burning bowling ball. He starts to tip his head back as he bares his teeth, trembling with the force, still holding himself open and squatting a little deeper into the pressure as if that'll help pop her head out. He hears James's voice, but not the words. He knows he's not going to get her head out when he starts to feel that red hot desperation for air. Just a little more though, he can feel her slipping down, moving on out on her own, making his body keep hold of the push...

But right when he feels her move, he can't hold it anymore. His held air bursts out of him with a "DAH!" and he has no idea how long he held it.

James had bent his knees a little bit to keep them both upright. He's gripping River fiercely, trembling himself as River hears him saying, "Amazing, baby, you're right there."

River uses his hand behind himself to feel his perineum. He's stretched open, her heavy head peeking out. It bobs up and down just a little as he pants. He can feel her moving and dropping. She wants to come out. It's impossible to hold that pressure and burning. He can't wait. He needs to push her out.

With another guttural grunt, his body makes the choice for him. He feels his belly squeeze her down, and he leans down into it, lowering his pelvis a bit more so he's more or less sitting in the air, his stiff arm holding the underside of his thigh now, just near her descending head.

He hears himself grunt, tight and unrecognizable, "She'scom...."

He hears James encouraging him to push. Just a little more.

His grunt escapes into a guttural strain, and he feels himself bend down more. The pressure is insane. His face is burning, his body completely covered in sweat. It's dripping down his neck, the sides of his big hard belly, his thighs, his ankles.

He widens his legs more at the end of this push as far as they can go, legs trembling, putting a little more into it, as much as he possibly can for the final oompf, and his trembly strangled grunt bursts out of his teeth, "DHHR!!"

He can feel the burn as his stretched tissue bounces back up, her head hiding back. But with a quick feel, he can tell she's almost there.

"Come on, baby," he pants. "Come on, you can do it."

James helps him to his knees on a towel on the floor. He rushes around him, grabbing more towels, River thinks. He doesn't pay attention. He's too busy breathing, breathing, breathing. Just blowing air into that horrible burning and pressure, trying to keep open, trying not to clamp down on her head and suck her back inside.

"That's so good, Riv, keep doing it just like that," he hears James say eventually.

Between pressurized blows of air, River asks, "Howmuchisout?"

"Top of her head. She's coming in and out, you're gonna push her head out on the next

one, okay?"

"I'm trying... I'm trying."

"You will. You're doing it perfectly, babe, you just focus now."

He could feel her hard head going back in, taking away some of that intense burning. But then it hits him again, hard as hell. He can't hold on anymore. He has to just surrender, just let go. To hell with being scared of tearing. It's going to happen. He can't stop the urge.

He doesn't even have time to warn James, who's on his feet and running the tap, before he plants his palms on the tile floor and opens his legs as wide as he can with a massive, guttural grunt.

It's so powerful, he can't close his mouth. His belly touches the towel on the floor as he leans back and down, pushing his bottom into the floor with all the pressure in the world.

Holy fuck, the burning. It's opening, he knows, because he feels like he's going to rip wide open.

James is saying something, probably encouragement, but River can't hear the words. He just grunts, tipping his face closer to the floor, feeling like his face is going to fucking explode with all the pressure packed into it. No doubt he's red as a beet.

"UUUHHHHHHHH," he grunts it out, but she wants out right now. He can feel her squirm and turn inside him, helping him but oh, the pain is horrible. He puts his hand over her emerging head as he leans back and bears down again, grunting tight and loud, "SHE'S CROWNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGUUURRRRGGGGGGGHHH...."

"She is, you've got it, one more."

River shoves down again, determined to push her whole head out on this one. His baby is almost out. It's almost over. He just needs to put in this last bit of effort for her, just needs to be strong.

He gives his baby back-to-back pushes, not even sure if he's still having a contraction anymore. It all hurts like hellfire and he needs her out NOW. His hand is still holding her scalp, so he feels every hard shove as he puts absolutely everything he has into pushing her out, using every muscle in his body and opening, opening, opening.

He can feel James's hands around her crown, can feel a warm towel he has pressed there, and he braces himself for each hard push, bearing down down down into that warm pressure, into his husband's hands. James has them both. It's just them. He can fully let go, can trust James completely.

Push, push, push, River barely makes a sound. Or maybe he does but he can't hear himself anymore. He just clenches down and feels that big hard head stretching him more more, a little more each time. He's locked in. This is it. This is the last of it, and she needs his effort now.

He hears James tell him that he's at her eyes. River is fully primal, straining down so hard as his whole body trembles. He can't give her the chance to suck back in, not now. He has to push her through that threshold. All other thoughts besides PUSH leave his mind as he bears down as hard as he possibly can with singleminded focus, concentrating fully on the burn and stretch as he feels his tissues peel back over her nose.

One more breath in, opening his legs as wide as they can go, his hand feeling the globe of her head, her wet hair, and he shoves back into James's hands completely silent.

He feels her head pop out almost instantly, the quickest sharpest burn, and there's the relief. Fluid is dripping to the towel, down River's arm as he's still holding her head. Panting and shouting, River feels her head before he needs to put both hands on the floor and brace himself. He's still contracting, harder this time. It's the last bit of strength, the final push, the final stretch. He's leaving blood on the floor under his hand. He can hear James sobbing and sniffling with joy and anxiety. For him, for their girl, River has to make this count.

Mouth wide open, River roars with all his God-given strength, giving their baby the hardest push of his life. His mind detaches from his body as he feels her shoulder pop down and stretch him open.

He can see himself as if he's looking at someone else, on his knees on the floor, spread wide open, his t-shirt rucked up over his muscular back as he spreads his arms out and holds them open across the floor, his chin practically on the tiles and his face completely red and shiny as he makes an inhuman sound through his clenched teeth. And his baby's head fully out, James's hands holding beneath her so gently. Her neck is out, the rest of her coming slowly and steadily with River's strength. James doesn't pull at all. She comes out with River's final push alone.

Her body is soft and wiggly. With that final brutal push, she shoots out into James's hands and the towel he holds. River releases his air and his strength in a loud, breathy grunt. His body wants to collapse, but he has to make sure she's okay. He has to hear her cry.

"James," he pants, "Oh, oh, oh God!"

"She's okay, Riv, she's trying to cry!"

River tries to turn, and James helps him. He sits up, his back against James's chest, as James passes him their baby through his legs. James helps him lift up his t-shirt, now soiled, so their baby can feel his skin.

There she is. She's pink, her hair as wet and dark as her siblings. She's shrieking, her gummy mouth wide open. The shape of her head is practically round, not coned.

"That was so fast," River cries. "Fuck, I thought I was going to die!" He properly sobs then, and James kisses him, crying himself. Together they cradle their daughter against his chest.

"You did it on your own," James says against his face. "I knew you could. My God, Riv, your strength. You are no-nonsense."

River laugh-sobs, and they turn their attention to their baby.

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Something that turns me on in birth kink fics/writing/art and stuff is the DIALOGUE. I like the partner saying to push, and come on just a little more, breathe, etc. I love the birther saying that it's so big, it's coming, it hurts, etc. I love "it's so lowwwwww" and "it's coming ouuutttt." I love "I can't, I can't do it, oh my god." I love when they scream and curse and even cry. I like the grunts, the pants, the incomprehensible mess, the panic.

I absolutely love "I have to puuuuuuush!!" With such urgency. I love the "OOOHHH" and "MMMPHHHHH"s.

Like yes, narrate what's happening to you. I want the characters to talk me through what they're feeling, thinking; get specific with it. Super descriptive.

"Ohhhh my god, the baby is coming out. Oh shit, the head, the head is– oh my god I can see it. I'm so full, it's so– AGH it burnsssss!!!" Like that's my favoriteee.

"You look like you're having a contraction. Oh, okay, oh you're pushing. Baby, let's get you into the bed or something, okay? You're literally giving birth, right now. Don't tell me you're not, you're literally pushing, I can see you. You're grunting and your belly is hardening. Baby, come on. Babe, I– ooookay I think you need to take off your pants, oh my god you're crowning. I think you're crowning." Like unff give me that.

"Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" Even just that tells me so much about what's going on and how badly it hurts. The timing, the emphasis.

That's just the hottest thing for me.

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Way Overdue [Chapter 4-- Final]

Jessica is way, WAY overdue with triplets and the constant movement is causing her some, erm, problems. Luckily she discovers a guy who specializes in taking care of this kind of problem.

Contains: multiples pregnancy, high order multiples, fetal movement, forced orgasms, orgasmic birth, bump job, b/g

“Abel…please…”

Jessica’s voice was heavy with strain, each word struggling through her throat like it weighed 500 pounds.

“My babies…they want out…!”

Huge. There was no other way to describe her. Jessica was huge.

The woman was propped up into a seated position with her back against the headboard of the bed— a necessity, as lying supine would have crushed and smothered her. Pushed up against her chin were her breasts, each mound so large and engorged with milk that they nearly reached her lips, her areolas the size of dinner plates with nipples as thick and long as wine corks. The amount of milk they contained was immense, the skin of her tits flushed red with how tight they were, her nipples gleaming in the sunlight from the flowing cream that left them slick and wet. Beneath her, her ass cheeks were like volleyballs, the flesh pillowing out beneath her wide hips, so full and plush that it was like she was sitting on two cushions.

But none of that compared to her belly. So stuffed with babies that she was immobile, Jessica was forced to sit with her fat thighs spread wide, the enormous mass of her uterus sticking out between them until it reached her ankles. It looked as if she had a fleshy sack containing an adult man attached to her, so overstretched that its contents could clearly be seen through her skin. Triplets, each fattened and fed to an astonishing 15 pounds, gestated inside her body for over a full year, had turned her from a woman to a giant womb, she was pregnant belly with a girl attached, the person creating these babies hidden almost completely behind the undulating, tortured pile of flesh she’d become.

The babies writhed inside her, the enormous misshapen bolder of her belly churning grotesquely in front of her, and Jessica practically screamed. It was too much now. They were too large, too strong, the movements too intense. An arm bulged out of the side of her belly and she watched in horror as her skin stretched outwards, the flesh straining multiple agonizing inches, her voice a trembling wail of pain and pleasure as she thought that she really was going to rip open this time.

The spot beneath her open legs, concealed by the enormity of her hanging womb, was soaked with her pussy’s dripping fluids. The lightning bolts of pleasure were constant, baby A so low and persistent against her cervix that her G spot was always being stimulated, her orgasms crashing on her so incessantly that her eyes rolled, her mouth open as she moaned and cried through climax after climax. She thought to herself, with the limited clarity she had, that if she didn’t burst open she’d go insane from cumming.

Abel stood by the bed, gently stroking her gargantuan womb. The womb took up nearly the whole bed with how large she was. Her fattened, cellulite-dimpled legs trembled as she was assaulted with fetal movement, her head tilted back onto the nest of pillows around her as she cried into the air from the onslaught of sensation. She was by far the largest women he’d ever seen, larger even than women having more babies than her, simply due to how overdue she was and how giant her children had grown. Looking down at her, her giant belly churned and warped like she was filled with tentacled sea creatures trying to escape, her belly jiggling, jostling, and deforming as the beings inside her assaulted her from within. Even after she gave birth she’d never be the same again; she’d be permanently widened and blown out and stretched beyond the limits of a normal human body. It would always be obvious what had happened to her.

Jessica’s belly shook on her lap, trembling violently as her litter struggled inside her. The woman’s voice was coarse as she yowled, saliva shiny on the corners of her mouth.

“AAABEL!!” she howled, her eyes half-lidded and staring at the ceiling. It was almost as if she didn’t know he was standing there beside her. “Get them ouuuuuttt!! Oh, god, I can’t take it! Oh my god, another orgasm…another—!”

Her voice melted into a staccato roar of uncontrollable pleasure as she came hard, her head thrashing back and forth as she once against squirted onto the bed, so huge and heavy that she couldn’t buck or squirm or ride her orgasm, enduring it as her pussy clenched involuntarily.

“There, there,” Abel shushed softly, cupping his hand around one of the painful distensions representing her children pushing out from her belly. “You’re gonna have them. Soon.”

Her uterus was so enormous that he knew that the contractions it would experience would be unlike anything she’d ever imagined. It was better to not tell her what was going to happen. She was better off not knowing.

Down and cogent enough from her descended orgasm, Jessica had regained some of her ability to speak again.

“Ohhhhh god…they’re so low…so much pressure…”

The man nodded, one hand still rubbing her firm, pressurized middle, the other traveling to one of her oversized nipples to tease the sensitive flesh.

“I’m sure there’s a lot of pressure,” he affirmed. “The babies are very big. Are you gonna be good and push hard when they start to come?”

Jessica moaned at the sensation of being stimulated. Milk beaded on the end of her nipple. As Abel played with it, her belly felt tight, like it was closing around her babies.

“God, I wanna push SO BAD!” she cried, her voice almost a sob. “I need to feel them…oh…oh god, I’m gonna cum again!”

Abel watched as this next orgasm sent her babies thrashing inside her, her skin stretching in all different directions, the mass of her womb spasming wildly as the woman attached to it bellowed in climax. He was as hard as a rock watching her, the sight of this beautiful woman he’d grown to love so stuffed with huge babies turning him on more than anything he’d ever seen before. He worked her nipples with both hands now, the stimulation causing her womb to tighten. Her breasts were so large that each pump and squeeze from his hands caused the flesh to ripple, waves echoing down the expanse of her tits, jets of cream spurting onto the mountain of fertile belly in front of her. A particularly hard contraction shrank her womb around her babies, effectively stopping their movements, the giant muscle shrink wrapping them in place.

Jessica was moaning licentiously as the contraction gripped her. She looked down in shock and saw the outline of each baby perfectly, her belly resembling a thin film wrapped around their bodies from how hard to contraction was. The pressure was pushing baby A down against her dilating cervix, her bag of waters sliding through the opening and into her vagina.

“Oh, GOD!” she bellowed, her voice dripping with lust. “Abel, you’re making my babies come! God, look how tight you’ve made me!”

The babies tried to move in her but couldn’t, the contraction was too strong. She howled in pleasure as she felt them attempt in vain to squirm inside her, nearly 50 pounds of fetus struggling beneath the pressure of her contraction. She could feel the bag of waters pushing into her vagina, yet another delicious weight keeping her feeling full.

Abel worked her nipples, stimulating her body to contract.

“I love you,” he said with a smile. “Let’s get these babies out.”

Jessica’s gaze was unfocused with pleasure.

“I love you t— OHHHHH!!!”

The woman roared as the contraction let up, giving her now-irritated babies space to move inside her. They flailed as if trying to escape through her skin, as if to get revenge for the contraction that had constrained them. Limbs, heads, elbows, even backs pushed and pulled on her, knocking the wind out of her, throwing her entire mound from side to side, up and down. Jessica’s eyes were wide and wild as she endured the commotion, her voice a constant, unbroken cry into the air.

“GET THEM OUT!!” she bellowed, gripping the sheets to either side of her. “GET THEM OUT BEFORE THESE KIDS TEAR ME APAAAART!!”

Abel grasped at the huge bulges emerging from her flesh, trying to push them back into her before she ripped, her poor, thin skin dark red and torn to shreds from stretch marks. The babies pushed back against him, so strong he was practically leaning his entire weight on her belly to keep them in. The heaviness of his body signaled another big contraction, the mound beginning to shrink beneath his torso. Jessica shrieked as the babies were forced down against her cervix again, the ring of muscle opening farther as the first baby tried to enter her birth canal. Abel could feel the strong movements bubbling up against his abdomen, his chest, his arms, this woman so wonderfully full of life that it took a full-grown man to push down against them.

“I wanna puuuuuuuush,” Jessica lowed, feeling the big head straining to enter her vagina, the bag of waters cushioning around it. “So big…gotta push it!”

“Not yet!” Abel instructed, lifting his body off her belly and moving his hands around the now perfectly contoured shaped of her babies. He could have grabbed entire limbs if he wanted to. “You have to let them come down. Blow through it, like this— hoo-hoo-hoo.”

The laboring woman tried to imitate him, huffing and puffing through the intense urge to push these oversized infants down and out of her. As her cheeks inflated and deflated, she reached up and began teasing her nipples again to encourage more contractions.

“Hoo-hoo-hoo…ohhhh yeah, I can feel that head…hoo-hoo-hoo…ohhhhh god it’s letting up again!”

Before both their eyes, her belly ballooned up and out as the contraction eased up, following immediately by the wild spasms of the huge fetuses inside her. Baby A was deep inside her pelvis, its squirming on her cervix only making her want to push even more.

Abel stood by her shoulders and placed his palms on the uppermost shelf of her uterus, pushing down with his body weight to attempt to constrain the potentially dangerous fetal movements. Jessica groaned deeply as the pressure sent all the babies downward, baby A’s large head moving down through the ring of her cervix even without the force of the contraction.

“HERE IT COMES!” she wailed, frantically flicking her leaking nipples, a sensation somewhere between an explosion and an orgasm careening towards her. “I’M GONNA BLOW!”

Abel clenched his eyes shut, now genuinely afraid she was going to burst. Unable to stop herself, Jessica pushed down hard, a guttural roar wrenching from deep inside her throat. The baby’s head squeezed through her cervix, its siblings thrashing above it, until the combination of movements caused the bag of water to burst between Jessica’s legs.

Jessica fell back onto her pillows as the fluid gushed onto the bed. Abel released the push on her womb, the two of them looking at each other.

“You did it!” he exclaimed, leaning down to kiss her head. “Your water broke! These babies are coming!”

“Yeah, I know,” she grunted through gritted teeth as another orgasmic contraction began to crush her womb. “This head’s like a bowling ball!”

Her lover kissed her jawline, then her neck, reaching down to massage her giant breasts.

“Cum these babies out for me,” he cooed. “Give me a big push and tell me how that stretch feels.”

Jessica took a deep breath in them bore down in time with the contraction, tucking her chin to her chest as she pushed the huge baby down deeper into her birth canal. Immediately she felt an incredible, hot pleasure as the walls of her vagina were spread wide around the descending skull. Only the very top of the head was in her birth canal and she was already going cross-eyed with lust. Taking another breath, she pushed again, the head entering to its ears, the fetus so large that she could feel every groove and contour of its features as it slid through her, opening her wide until her opening spread, the top of the head visible between her legs. When she let go of the push, panting heavily, her vagina was so full that she couldn’t have closed her legs if she wanted to.

“Oh my GOD!” she exclaimed. “I’ve never felt so full in my LIFE! God, I wish these were your babies!”

As Abel kissed her, her skin slick with sweat under his lips, he palmed at her belly, feeling the squirming babies within.

“One day,” he assured her, “you’ll be having my babies. How’s that stretch?”

The birthing woman huffed and puffed as her body slowly pushed the head down through her vagina.

“It’s…it’s so intense,” she groaned. “I think…I think I’m starting to bulge…”

Between her legs, the swollen folds of her sex were distending outwards as the head filled her completely. Her thick nether lips were parting, revealing the widening hole between them. Unable to resist the urge to push any longer, Jessica took a breath and bore down, grunting as she sent the head deeper and opened her entrance wider.

“Good…good…” Abel encouraged, watching her belly churn as she opened up around the head. “Keep pushing…you’re gonna start to feel a burn here.”

Jessica gasped for breath. “Oh god…it’s moving…it’s moving in my pussy!”

Between her legs, the distended flesh of her vagina was pulsating as the infant squirmed in her canal. Jessica sputtered, her eyes bugging wildly, as her G spot was throttled by the movement, fluid squirting out of her opening. The baby kicked, its feet hitting one of its siblings, causing a chain reaction in which all three babies were writhing inside her simultaneously.

Seeing her belly jerking dangerously, Abel instructed, “Push! Push it, Jessica! Get it out before they burst you!”

Despite her overwhelming desire to cum, Jessica widened her thighs and bore down, her low grunt of effort shattering into a throaty howl as her tight hole spread over the top of the head, widened around the absurd diameter of the skull until the brows were visible, then the ears, the nose popping out behind. Jessica snarled as a hearty push squeezed the entire head out, the shoulder barreling through her, widening her vagina once more, the baby thrashing inside her tight tunnel the entire time she worked it out. Her breasts squirted, her face red, every ounce of energy she had focused on delivering this massive baby, the thick torso squeezing through her, until with an orgasmic groan the enormous infant flopped out between her legs.

Jessica’s head fell back as she breathed heavily. Her belly, though still huge, had visibly deflated now that 15 pounds of baby had left her.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” she panted. “I didn’t know…I didn’t know birthing could feel like this…”

As Abel cleaned off the gurgling newborn and wrapped it in a towel, he replied, “You were made for this, Jessica. I’m so proud of you.”

“I think…I think I’m getting the hang of this…” she said, looking down and admiring her swollen, birthing body. Her huge breasts were full and aching and in desperate need of milking. “Abel? I’m about to…about to start pushing the next one. I’d love if you could…ooh…maybe suckle on me a bit.”

“Anything for you,” he answered, tucking the baby into a bassinet.

Jessica wrapped her arms around her man— her man— as he latched on to her protruding nipple, basking in the warmth of his care and love. As her milk flowed into his suckling mouth, she couldn’t imagine spending this intimate experience with anyone else. She moaned as her womb began to tighten, closing down around the remaining two babies as her cream gushed into her lover’s mouth. The second baby’s head lowered into her pelvis, putting an erotic pressure and weight between her legs. With his free hand, Abel was massaging Jessica’s other breast, the surges of pleasure instigating her babies to wriggle inside her.

“Oh yeah…gonna start pushing soon…” she hissed, waves of pleasure washing over her brain. “Do you like watching me push these babies out, Abel?”

The man nodded on her breast, only detaching himself so he could answer her. “Watching you become a mother is the sexiest thing I could think of.”

As she was smiling down at him, Jessica’s face morphed into an open-mouthed moan of ecstasy as her still-massive middle warped with fetal movement. She couldn’t believe how large her babies were, that she’d just pushed out a kid twice as large as a normal one and still looked like she was about to split open. She watched as the contraction shrank her belly around the remaining babies, a corresponding sensation of stretching filling the space between her legs. Jessica’s face scrunched up into a grimace of strain as her body bore down involuntarily, the giant head spreading her delicate vagina wide around the top of the skull.

“Fuuckkk I’m pushinggggg!” she grunted. “God, it’s so big…it’s filling all of me!”

Abel moved around to the foot of the bed so he could get an intimate look at the child being born. Her sex was already puffy and red from the first birth, the two vertical lips of her pussy thick and fat between her thighs. Her belly was so large still that he couldn’t see her face behind the tower of baby-filled flesh, just hear the throaty sounds of her enduring the feeling of such a large object passing through her. He could see that she was wet, the syrupy fluids of her arousal coating both her nether lips and the inside of her thighs. Abel couldn’t help but place his fingers on her, tracing the seam of her pussy, parting the damp flesh, until his fingertip brushed against her sensitive clit.

Above him, Jessica lowed, her voice long and low and wavering.

“Oh my god, that feels so good!” she cried out. The baby she was about to birth writhed in response to her pleasure, its feet kicking up into her ribcage, its yet unborn sibling squirming and causing shapes to form on the surface of her belly. Because the top of its head was already in her birth canal, she could feel the movement deep in her pelvis which in turn only made her moan louder.

Abel smirked, rubbing the nub again and hearing the disembodied wail from his girl above him.

“Push for me,” he instructed. “Let’s get you filled up.”

Jessica almost didn’t have the wherewithal to obey. Her hips were rocking and shuddering as he stimulated her clit, her hands reaching up the massage her enormous breasts instinctively. She knew another orgasm was right around the corner, and being stretched again was only going to make that a certainty. But she had to get these babies out. She had to push.

Inhaling deeply, Jessica tucked her chin to her chest and grunted as she pushed down with all her strength. Immediately, she was rewarded with the pleasurable burn of being filled to her maximum. It felt like she was birthing a toddler.

“It’s coming,” Abel assured her, continuing to stimulate her. “It’s a big one, you’re gonna need to push hard.”

Before his eyes, her entire pelvis distended downward, the flat panel of flesh between her legs bulging obscenely as the head descended, her hole widening to reveal the slimy skull behind it, her thick lips parting. The hole turned from an almost shape to a painful red circle as the top of the head stuck out of her, the birthing woman panting and whining as she rode the edge of orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum!” she wailed desperately, the baby coming down now without her even pushing, her hole spreading over the crown, looking paper thin. “Oh, god, I’m cumming around the crown!”

Abel rubbed his fingers around the opening, tracing the stretched outline of her pussy as more of the head emerged. Fluid was gushing out of her around the skull as she came uncontrollably, her pussy spasming around the mass.

“PUSH!” he commanded. “It’s coming! PUSH!”

With a guttural scream, indecipherable between pain and pleasure, Jessica pushed down as hard as she could, the rest of the head sliding through her until it popped out and dangled between her legs.

“I can’t stop!! I can’t stop pushing!!”

Her teeth bared, she roared through the rest of the uncontrollable push, the shoulders forcing their way through, the torso filling her and hanging out of her obscenely for a moment before she popped out the rest of the body.

Abel was shocked at how large and heavy the infant was in his hands. He was about to call up to her that it was a boy, a big, beautiful, healthy boy, when he realized that the screaming hadn’t stopped. Jessica was clutching the headboard, her face pulled into a reddened snarl as she bellowed into the air.

“It’s not stopping!! It’s coming!! I’M PUSHIIINNGG!!”

With the newborn still in his hands, Abel’s eyes widened in shock as he watched her bulge once more. The contractions weren’t letting up, these babies were pouring out of her. She truly was his big baby factory.

As he wrapped up the baby and placed it in a bassinet next to its sibling, Jessica roared through the birthing of the last triplet. The child was practically barreling out of her, her vagina jutting out then spreading to a crown without her even having to push.

Her eyes wide and feral, Jessica snarled, “Here it comes…I’m gonna fucking have it! IT’S STRETCHING MEEEE!”

Abel managed to get to her in time to push her thighs back and catch the head as it burst out of her. He gently pulled on the baby as she delivered it, the child sliding out of her stretched and tortured pussy until for the first time in a long year, Jessica was no longer pregnant.

The woman fell back onto the bed, completely exhausted. She panted heavily as her newborn triplets gurgled and whined across the room. She felt building pressure in her breasts as her body yearned to feed the lives she had created.

“I…I did it…” she said deliriously to herself. “I birthed them…triplets…”

Abel approached her side of the bed and leaned down to kiss her.

“You did do it,” he affirmed. “I’m so proud of you.”

Jessica’s belly, though empty, was still massive. Due to how full and stretched it had been, she looked like she was still full-term with twins. To her surprise, she found the emptiness a bit dissatisfying.

“It felt…amazing,” she said, looking up at him wearily.

He smiled. “I know. You did great.”

The two of them kissed. They’d done it. Together.

As the months passed, Jessica gradually regained some semblance of her original mobility, though nobody was under the illusion she’d ever be the same again. Her belly never really became totally flat again, and her hips were almost preposterously wide. On top of that, breastfeeding 50 pounds of baby meant that her tits never got any smaller— in fact, they may have gotten a bit larger from how often she was nursing her triplets. Of course, Abel was getting his share, as well.

As for him, Abel had more or less thrown in the towel when it came to popping massively pregnant women. He was too busy taking care of his own woman and the three babies he’d helped bring into the world. All that breastfeeding meant she was eating enough for an army, and he wasn’t going to let his girlfriend go hungry.

In the early morning, before the babies had woken up, Jessica kissed into Abel’s neck while they cuddled in bed together. Her breasts were as large and dense as globes between them, her nipples hard buttons as they jutted out from her sheer nightgown. It was obvious she was going to need to breastfeed soon.

“How did I get so lucky?” he asked, his arm wrapped around her shoulder.

She smiled. “I think I’m the lucky one. I thought I was getting triplets, but I got an amazing boyfriend, too.”

He stroked her arm with his fingertips, the flesh soft and plump.

“I know it’s probably way too early to start thinking about it yet,” he said. “But…have you given any thought to…?”

“More babies?” she interjected with a smirk.

Abel chuckled. “Was it that obvious?”

Jessica looked up at him, her eyes soft. “Abel, I’ve been thinking about having your babies since before I even delivered.”

The dark-haired man brough his hand down the long expanse of her breast, his thumb meeting her nipple and beginning to circle around it. He heard his woman moan softly.

“You want me to give you another set of triplets?” he asked. “Bigger ones?”

She purred, “More. Quadruplets. Quintuplets. As many as you can.”

He kissed her lips, pinching her nipple until milk began to leak out of it.

Jessica moaned. “Abel…I have to tell you something.”

He tilted his head slightly. “Yes?”

Her lips pulled into a smile. She blinked. “I’m ovulating.”

FIN.

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Ripe Fruit

18+ MDNI, 5400 words +, First Person Male POV

Contains: Pregnant sex, Lactation, Orgasmic birthing, Oral sex during birth, Size difference, Aphrodisiacs

“5 silver for the camel feed. Ask again and that price is going up!”

I groaned at the underwhelming result of my bartering as I coughed up the coins. If I wanted any transportation out in the desert I needed to feed my camel. Parting from the stand I counted my coins and calculated that between an inn and a meal, I could only afford one. And it was looking to be a cold night in the desert town. 

My stomach rumbled as I approached the camel pen outside of the inn. A wooden cart with display cases of the largest fruit I had ever seen in my life. I wasn’t sure if my eyes deceived me. It must have been months since I had seen fresh produce, but the fruit was beautiful. They could have been their weight in gold. Grapes like clusters of smooth amethyst, apples that glistened like rubies, every individual specimen in each crate made my mouth water 

“Good afternoon, traveler, has something caught your eye?” a smooth voice glided from above my head. My neck craned in order to find the source of the voice

As I looked up I caught the eyes of a woman with a dark tan hidden under the shade of the wooden cart. She casted a shadow over me. Her features were sharp. Her eyes, her lashes, her nose took to me with her undivided attention. All while she towered over my head. The window opened up space for her body, namely, a round, full stomach that rested heavily against her lap.

She rested against the counter, the dried fibers of a half eaten date between her fingers, and providing a perch for her body was the round of a greatly pregnant belly that poked through the window of her cart. I couldn’t imagine the inside of the cart to be incredibly spacious, I wondered how it was possible for such a woman to be inside of the cart

I hadn't realized how close I had gotten to her while observing her products, and right before me was her chest. Her gigantic breasts sat against either side of her belly, casually covered by loose purple fabric that drew their full teardrop shape closely.

“Um… Ah… Melons.” I spit out. A cringe crept around the corner of my lips.

The woman chuckled, amused watching the movements of my face. “Melons? I have a few” She replied without any ounce of offense taken. She set her date down, and held her belly in place as she huffed, pulling a variety in a wooden bin from behind her. Her eyes dropped as she found a crate of fruit behind her, 

“The rain's have been plentiful. These may be overripe…” Her fingers drew closer across the wooden counter towards the reptile-like skin of the cantaloupe between us. Even as she brought them out I could smell the fruit from within. They shined among every other product on display. 

“That shouldn’t be a problem. What’s wrong with overripe melons?”

“These plants bore their fruit too soon. Pollinators are scared away by the burgeoning melons that grow on the vine, hiding away the other flowers on the plant.” Her eyes drifted from the fruit. A hand subconsciously drew across the stretched fabric of her dress. She grounded herself to the touch against her unborn child.

“They grew much further than the capacity of their skin. The flesh is taut, the flesh may be juicy, but at a cost of the fruit's body. It's more than that poor skin can contain. How much  more could that fruit take… Nobody can tell for sure…”

The merchant shrugged, the gaze from her sharp eyes narrowed onto me, watching with intention. Her fingers seemed to barely hover over the loose clothes covering her heavily distended midsection. Her tone hid feelings of longing melancholy, one that felt especially unusual for an expecting mother.  Whatever her background was I knew she wasn't just talking about fruit. 

A flick of her fingernail sent a crevice snapping throughout the entire rind of the melon, loud enough to make me flinch. 

“Pop.” She cooed playfully. The flesh parted on the inside was engorged freshness, juices dripping onto the table in front of us. She gestured towards the exposed section of fruit before me. “Have a taste.”

My emaciated body could not hold back any longer. The crisp flesh yielded under the most bare pressure of my tongue. I was slurping the fruit down voraciously. The flesh was sweet and nourishing. The cart owner looked down at me with curiosity and stroked her stomach gently, watching with enough intent to make me self conscious. 

“Please forgive me. I’ve never had anything like this before.” The merchant not only. Id  ever thought twice about the concept of pregnancy, it had felt so far from me. Her fertility was right in front of me on full display. The way her clothing hugged her growing body, how she had to maneuver around her large bump only intrigued me more. Surrounded by the bounties of nature, the shop owner, carrying her own. 

“I can’t imagine I’d have anything like this again.” 

“I’m glad you’re satisfied.” She nodded. 

“How much for the melon?” I asked, attempting to hide these overwhelming emotions behind my coin shack. She waved her hand. “Take as much as you’d like. I’m not sure if I’ll find somebody with your perspective.” The space between our words was palpable. I felt regret, witnessing such an ephemeral beauty pass me by in real time.

“Thank you, miss. I hope I can repay you soon. May I know your name?” 

“Isme.” she extended a hand. It was natural for a merchant and a customer to exchange a handshake. But as mine were embraced by her especially large hands there was a line that was crossed. Our hands lingered a second longer, interrupted by another shopper that lined up behind me. 

“May we be reacquainted soon.” She pointed towards the field on the outskirts of town in their magnificent display of the entire spectrum of colors. The sun started to go down as I brought my arm full of fruit to the inn. The air was looking to be much warmer than anticipated with a subtle scent of flowers beginning to waft through the air. 

~

Night fell as I rested in front of the long day ahead of me. My stomach is as full as it could be. I rolled in my bed with the thoughts of Isme clouding my mind. The scent of cherry blossoms began to waft into my room even stronger now. I had a moment of peace before the commotion came in. The lobby filled up immediately, not one person had come in alone and their partners for the night were draped over each other’s arms. 

On the first floor the scent of sweet pollen hit me like a tsunami, the experience dazed me to lose my footing under me as the embers of desire began to ignite within me. My heart began to race, I felt needy for attention, the touch of another human being. But none of the people who had filled into the lobby could satiate the craving I had developed in the day.

The sound of pollinators buzzing through the skyline with their gentle symbiosis. Not a fig wasp nor moth moved with any aggression. The smell of nectar wafted intensely into the air. Lines wrapped around the pubs and brothels alike. The silhouette of opened windows behind curtains echoed passionate sounds of pleasure where couples were clearly making love. Strangers would seemingly pass each other in the street and disappear into the inns and alleyways only to emerge from them minutes later. 

The scent of nectar was overwhelming now. Into my sinuses and directly into my brain that felt like it was melting. My heart began to race. It was as if my peripherals were highlighted in a pink hue. There was something in the air, literally and metaphorically. In the sweet miasma there was a lust catalyzing hysteria, and I was also a victim.

“Haa… Haa…” my lust was verbal now. It was even hard to control my motor function. Even the rubbing from my underwear was overwhelming. My erection was twitching in my pants. From our short interaction she was the only thing on my mind. Nobody had ever left an impression on me as she did. I retraced my steps into the dark inn where people were attached to their lovers along the walls. The sounds of pleasure echoed further into the alleyway as I pursued the location of the fruit cart. 

The cart was gone, and in my lust driven daze I felt deep regret as I saw the fruit cart gone from its morning location. I had missed my opportunity, and I may never see a woman like Isme again. How long would it be before I devolved into a horny monkey.

“You made it, traveler.” 

The sight before me filled me with a primal sense of purpose. She dawned the same color violet fabrics, though far less draped over her bronze skin. Two pieces of clothing were held together by a  couple of thin gold bands supported by her dramatically distended stomach at the center of her torso that were at my eye level.  Her stomach distended far past her hips than my arms could ever wrap around. My head only reached the bottom of her ribs. I noted the strength of her backside to carry such a weight in preparation to birth her child. As she came to a stop her exposed skin rippled. Though heavy with a child in her womb she was still a flower in full bloom

The apt description of her ripe melons were hers alone now. The exposed skin let me marvel at the miracle of her life giving body. “Isme…” I uttered in relief, my cheeks lit aflame for her to see me in such a state, but as we got closer I realized we were under the same condition.

Her chest rose and fell, also under the spell of the night breeze. Under her translucent veil I could see the redness on her dark cheeks. One knee pointed inwards “You must be feeling it as well. You were just in time for the mass pollinator migration.” She took my hands into hers, picking up exactly where we had left off in the afternoon. 

“I… apologize for being so… Mmh… forward…” I looked her in the eyes. The desire against either of our touches answered it so clearly that the verbal agreement was only a formality. “May… May we have sex?” 

With the same haze in my eyes, Isme nodded with enthusiasm. She guided my to the hidden corner of the alleyway where her cart rested and her stalls of fruit were hidden, a little closet of space where the moonlight shined into the room.

Hinges unlocked and the bottom of the cart flew open. An entire wall had to come down in order to fit the pregnant woman who followed behind me. Her arms rested on my shoulders, guiding me to a bed that made up the majority of the cart's space. Her cart was illuminated by the moonlight. Her sheets were fuchsia under the azure moonlight. 

I felt the warmth of her breasts and belly, our bodies pressed together, as we craved touch immediately. She turned me around and set me gently against her bed to see her from underneath and recognize the scale of our size difference. 

“Was it melons that caught your eye earlier?”

She unclasped the top of her bra, freeing her heavy breasts that dropped heavily with their engorged fullness. Her amber droplets rolled readily against her dark breasts leaving behind a wet trail to her nipples. “Don’t be shy. There will be more than enough for my child. Drink.” My body desperately gave into her instruction. Her heavy breasts required physical labor from both hands to guide her into my mouth. Every touch caused her nipple to leak, down my chin beofre her heavy supple flesh filled my mouth.

Her body rocked back and fourth as she sucked air sharply to the sensations of lactation. Her milk filled my mouth with every suckle, nourishing me as she did before as I was indulged in a way only a mother can indulge me.. I was on fire. Her hands stripped me until my bare skin exposed itself to the night breeze before she explored my body. Her fingers slowly familiarized her with the shape and size of my body, it was as if she was evaluating how much I could take. Whatever she assumed, I wished that she would give it to me twofold. Last of which to be touched was my erection that had been growing against her body. 

“Keep suckling. Let me feed you.” Her large hand enveloped most of my shaft. The bottom of her thumb rolled against my most sensitive spot at the bottom of the head. She began to stroke. Firm pumps gave the stimulation that my body crazed under the humid haze of aphrodisiacal pollen in the air.

My moans were muffled into her breast as she bit her lip to my sounds. Her touch directed the fire igniting all over my body. Nursing on her leaking teat became second nature. My airways were surrounded by her breasts, her scent, and the taste of her milk. My brain was overwhelmed by Isme. My hands began to explore, finding any foothold to reach Isme closer as she continued to work me agonizingly slowly. 

My hands sunk into her flesh. The new grooves of a pregnant woman's body. The sensations of her body against my fingertips. The softness of her sides, her wide hip bones, and finally, the firmness of her belly parked up against my side as she leaned forward to nurse me. She pressed her midsection into me, allowing myself to enjoy the part of Isme’s body that truly caught my eye.

A pound, almost like a muffled thump. I would have thought to look at the entrance if it hadn't been for Isme's reaction.I looked down to find her belly contorted to sharm angles as limbs poked through her drum tight skin. My eyes could deceive me into seeing the details of a toe through The surface of her skin. 

“Your nursing is making me have contractions.”

Her white stretch marks decorated her body like those on the burgeoning melons from before. They only looked more stunning while highlighted by the yellowish metal that draped over her maternal frame. She huffed. Her sheer size was too much to handle. Anxiety grew on her face, like she was watching a fleeting moment pass by. She took her hand off of my cock, leaving me to sigh in sexual frustration. She wore no bottom to cover her sex. 

“Will you have me, traveler?”. She arranged every massive pillow on her bed to support her body. Her heavy, milk laden breasts were parted by the massive dome of her midsection, the undercarriage spread twice the width of my shoulders. She spread each of her tree trunk thighs to invite me into her. I was drawn to her belly as proof of her stunning fertility.

Her pussy was glistening in ways that I never thought imaginable. The entrance of the especially large woman was proportional. I couldn’t forget her tangent from earlier in the day. She was every bit the ripe fruit that she spoke about, and under the spell of the night  I felt like if we didn’t have sex, I would die. 

My whole body needed to accommodate her to take form to the love we’d make. As my hips pushed into the plush padding of her crotch my body parked against her firm midsection. There was a baby in here, one that had been growing inside of Isme for 10 long months.

I had to lift her heavy malleable belly to access her sex. I felt the weight of her child shift as she was relieved from the heaviness of her womb. She sighed, satisfied and exposed while my hands carried no less than half my body’s worth of weight. 

With her child in hand, I finally thrusted. “Mnnnhhhhgggg.” came from my throat as her warm sex enveloped my body, sending a chill down my spine. Her insides were warm, nearly hot and full as they pushed against me in every direction with softness to give. Every angle of every thrust parted her walls in new exciting ways that made her moan and shutter in excitement. There was so much woman to make love to, and I only had one night to do it.

Her walls began to collapse around me. She gasped as she was forced to address the cramping that took hold of her abdomen. A contraction took hold around me and her uterus that went solid under my hands. Wetter, together, I felt every ridge around me as Isme's body tightened to ready herself to begin labor. She winced in pain as her fingers began to dig into the mountain of pillows behind her

Her pussy, pulsing and contracting. Her breaths steadied as I moved. Isme's stomach began to tighten, receding inside my arms. Her firm belly hardened around the shape of her uterus and refused to yield.

“Hooooooo…” left her lips. Her chin pointed towards the sky as she took in a deep breath and let a long exhale groan from her relaxed jaw. She stroked her stomach, quelling the movements that bobbed against her stomach between us.

“Please keep moving…” She begged to keep taking her as the contraction. Her walls pulsed and contracted with every thrust. I felt like I was interrupting her body as it labored, but I was privileged to feel Isme’s most intimate process. Every thrust was a fight as her body clung onto me as I pulled out, but hungrily took me back into her. Our moans blended together,  releasing the feeling of her contractions against our sex.

Isme’s hands held my body, stroking my back and hips with idle lust as the powerful contraction came to an end. The area  around her popped naval was red under the tension and the rest of her body grew hot. There was an intoxicated look in her eyes before she lifted her hips from between her legs.

Effortlessly she dragged into the pile of body size pillows. While she rotated her cumbersome body around me, her gold chains jingled against her stomach and before I knew it one of her soft, heavy thighs straddled my hips and swallowed me into the soft ocean of her warm body. 

The weight of her round dominated my torso and pushed my breath out of me. “Mnnha-” I sighed, a breath was forced out of me as the weight of her hips and her belly sat against my torso. In an unprecedented erotic peril I realized that the pregnant merchant was going to use me.

“Forgive me traveler. We don't have much time.” She slurred as she maneuvered my cock against her entrance. I gasped, feeling the size of her entrance that was going to swallow my throbbing member whole. Isme’s soft, wet sex was intimidating to the sheer size of the pregnant woman on top of me. I flinched at the feeling of her wet juices subconsciously dripping from her wet hole like nectar from a flower begging to be fertilized. Her lust only made the developed young she carried in her uterus only more alluring. “I understand. Your body as it is… Haa… Is the greatest privilege.” 

She took a deep sigh with a softened gaze to my comment. With the overwhelming anticipation of sex Isme plunged into me. “Mnnnnhhhh!” was forced out of my crushed lungs as my body sunk into the pile of pillows as I was swallowed into  her gravid body. She groaned with heavy satisfaction as her body buckled forward. Her baby thrashed against me. The pressure of her womb was tangible as I felt the healthy life inside of her body.

It wasn’t enough for either of us. She maneuvered her large body over me, and slammed down all of her weight against my disproportionate member again. The sounds of our bodies filled the room as we collided onto her massive mattress. The bedframe groaned under the power of her pregnant body.

She couldn't hold all of her weight, causing all of the weight of her baby laden belly directly onto my shaft. My hips were crushed by each one of her heavy pumps. Her back arched as she threw her weight into me for her pleasure. Her body rippled with the effort, her breasts leaked a trail of milk that rained over my face and stained her bump.   I could feel my body bruising and I didn't care. No price was  too great for a lover her size

I could feel the pressure building in her hips as she rode. One hand sat atop her belly, steding her and digging into my body more and more. She held my hands against her mattress as we indulged. Her stomach began to tighten from over me this time. Her stomach receded back into her body

“Annnhhh~” I groaned, feeling the weight of her womb as it descended into her birth canal. With the mother in control she continued to ride through her labor pains. Her folds contorted around my cock, her gel-like juices stained my cock and ensured I could glide against her contracting vagina.

“Hnnggh!” She cried sharply as I felt a hard, muscular lip at the tip of my penis. With a quick inhale she moved again. “I-mmnnh-can-haaaa… Feel you against the baby.” she moaned through clenched teeth  We climbed, further and further amidst her pains.

Her hips dominated me, her ass crashed into my pelvis with recoil sending vibrations to her dilating uterus. “Oh fuck…” I groaned. “Your baby is so low…” My comment drew a smile on her face. Her hands lifted and supported her belly at the height of the contraction. From below her I took control, thrusting into her heavy body as best I could as her face contorted in the characteristic features of sexual pleasure. “Nhha~ Yes-Yes!” she cried as her whole body tightened.

She felt every one of my thrusts sending vibrations to her womb as I hit her harder and faster. I prodded her dilated cervix until finally her hips gave in and sunk into my body. My cock jabbed into a thin, rubbery layer before releasing my seed into her exposed uterus. My ejaculation released a pent up sensation from within her that had been building for 10 long months. 

“GUUUUUOOOOOOOAAAAH!” Isme cried. Her hips spasmed as she grinded over me. Her pussy twitched wildly to accept every drop of semen her pussy demanded from me. Her fingers ran through her scalp as she gyrated her nude body over mine. We panted, our sensitive sexes riding the sensations. My hands drew across her engorged womb between us, worshipping her virile round  under its weight. As my palms contacted the surface of her red, taut skin the thin layer separating my penis from her baby ruptured.

Isme took a sharp gasp as the protective layer within her audibly popped from within her. Immediately a bathtub of warm waters erupted onto my waist, leaving myself and a majority of the pillows under me drenched. We took heavy breaths in disbelief against her stained sheets. 

“Your… Waters…” I said, half in observation, half in question. Isme nodded with a look of shock and disbelief on her face. 

“You… You popped me, traveler. It looks like you picked another overripe specimen” She joked. Her smile disappeared quickly with a wince of her labor pains. “A-ahhh~” she cried, the pains forcing her to keel over my body.She held onto my body, vulnerable and afraid on top of me as intense labor pains reduced her to tense, shaky breaths. 

“Stay with me, traveler?” she asked, as if leaving my lover of the night to labor alone was an option. “Of course.” I reassured her. I assisted her as best I could onto her side where she rubbed the bottom of her stomach in the new, overwhelming pain. 

“Mmmnhhhh-” she groaned, pressing our foreheads into each other once more. “Ah~ Ah~” her knee swayed side to side as the effort of childbirth and adrenaline coursed through her veins. I wanted to relieve her

I pressed my forehead against hers. Slightly, she let go of some tension she carried in her face. She took deeper breaths and allowed the contraction to do the work of sending her child downwards. We both watched as her belly changed shape at the end of the contraction. The gravity of the moment was palpable. Isme was giving birth and I was watching her. 

Between contractions we heard the moans and sounds of sex around us. Sweet pollen still lingered in the air. Our warm bodies still craved more.Her sounds blended in with the sounds of the lovers around us, filling in the air with erotic sensual background noise. The atmosphere was not lost on us

Our lips met and we began to touch. Through kisses her jaw released the tension she held. She opened her mouth, her tongue explored the inside of my mouth, leaving us longing for more. “Can you feel my baby, traveler?” She requested.

“From inside?” I asked.  She nodded. My hand followed her hot, red midsection down to between her legs. My fingers led a journey across her gigantic body before I found her outside lips from under her belly. Isme let out a sigh at the contact. She spread her legs further, making it easier to find her labia, and deeper, her entrance. 

“Mnnnhhhh~” She moaned as my fingers parted her delicate folds and pushed into her. Her chest rose as she softly thrusted against my fingers. My fingers grazed a warm, round mass. “Haaaa-nnnghhh!” Isme groaned suddenly. Her thighs began to shake as the walls of her vagina began to close around my fingers. I watched her stomach crunch itself again. From within her I moved my fingers 

The lip of her cervix hugged the head as it descended. I held my breath, watching the large, round head of her child separate the lips I had passionately thrusted into just minutes before. As she let go of her push the head receded back into her slightly. Tired, childbirth was every ounce the endeavor I understood it to be. My fingers slowly exited her body with the effort of her pushes. “You’re making such good progress.” 

Through deep breaths she smiled and nodded, her face lighting up with pride. Isme demanded more kisses by leaning her face closer to which I obliged. Between her contractions she pressed her forehead to mine and we kissed under the illumination of the moonlight. Sweat stained my forehead as she whimpered into my body. Her tender noises of sex, she ended her contraction with a smile.

Her face tightened in the middle of our kiss. “A-annghhh!!!” She groaned against my lips. She sucked air in sharply and bore down with power, My fingers were forced out of her as the head occupied her entrance and spread her labia open. “Mnnnghhhh!” Isme moaned before she moved with the contraction again. The head spread her open, the round shape stayed as she pushed but as soon as she let go the head receded back into her slightly. 

“Oh goodness, it burns.” She groaned. “That must be what the head feels like.” I communicated. The update seemed to stun Isme who looked at me with a glint in her eyes.

“Would you like to feel?” I offered. She nodded and I slowly guided her hand across her large body. Isme gasped, her hand patted the little head between her legs with relief. We felt the delicate little orb that was slowly being born through Isme’s grueling effort. Her crotch was still sensitive as we felt her body accommodating her baby’s head. Slowly, I drew circles around her stretched skin.

“Touch me, I’m having another contraction-ohhhhhhh.” There was a head engaged between her legs. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as I drew my fingers in a circle around the head. 

“Unnnnghhhhhh!” Her pushes came directly from her base. Every graze against her sensitive clit got Isme to take a deep breath and relax to feel all of the sensations of the crowning head, the pleasure and the pain. “Nnnnghhhh!” Through the steady stimulation her breasts began to leak again. The droplets were whiter now. Her body must have known that her baby was almost here. The head stretched her vulva even more. I could feel the head underneath my fingers as it passed through their mother’s opening. 

Between isme’s legs was the size of a cantaloupe. Her clit poked above that head. With one finger placed upon her sensitive nub I massaged her outer lips as they stretched around the orb. Her eyelids fluttered  as she moaned, exposing more of the child's head. “You're making me so wet…” 

The crown was a beautiful sight, a provocative, indulgent sight that I needed to savor every moment of. Isme’s laboring pussy was every bit the flower that attracted her mate. She gasped as she saw that I was headed between her legs as she readied herself for the next intense feeling to claim her partially born head and her trembling clit teased me to pleasure her more. 

To indulge every one of my ambitions I buried my face between her gigantic legs. “Mnnnnhaaaa~” she gasped as her pitch raised. Her folds were saturated in juices, making my tongue slick against her most sensitive areas. 

The sensations made her tremble as her sharp moan elevated into a high pitch squeal. “I didn’t know a laboring mother, mnnhhfff, could feel so much pleasure!” Isme cried. Her hands found the back of my head and held me in place against her pussy as she labored.

“Ohhhhh… Fuuuuuuckkkk!” She chortled as she suffocated into the throws of cunnilingus and labor. “I’m going to cum, you’re going to make me cum while giving birth to my child.” Isme squealed as her toes curled against the sheets of her bed. 

“Push, Isme.” I instructed. “Deliver your baby.”

“Mnnhhh.” My attention towards her erogenous point lightened for her to build the energy for a decisive push. “Nhhhh-haaaaa-hooo-hooo-hooooo.” 

Isme's fingers dug into the sheets. Her calf began to rise over my head, its size blocked the moonlight above me. The leverage focussed more energy on the mother. The cavern created by her massive thighs tremble around me. She hummed, low and powerful, her voice peaked, growing as her body’s tremors climbed into an earthquake of pleasure. She held her thighs open for her child and my tongue. The weight of her belly sat directly on my forehead, and the mass was only going down 

“MnnnnnhhhaaAAAAA!!!!”

She lifted her hips and thrusted against my face. A shoulder popped free from her first violent jerk. “GUAAAAAAAOOOOOHHH!!” The second shoulder followed. 

But the heavy child still sat in her birth canal. The rest of the body needed their mother’s effort to be born. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! Her vocal chords rang until they grew hoarse as she exploded into a shrill scream that silenced the entire block as her orgasm shot the rest of her child's body onto the bed. Isme’s body spasmed as they returned to her laid down position. Her child was heavy as I took the slippery, squirming newborn into my arms and onto the mother’s chest for her to witness the first breaths of her child. 

With relief she embraced her young with her arms as I got to witness a new milestone of life, the very moment a woman became a mother. In a pool of her own fluids, covered in sweat, with her child still attached to her body, Isme was beautiful.

The first moment Isme could let her head rest against her pillow she did. She looked at me. “I never asked you for your name, traveler. I want to know the name of the man who gave me this pleasure.”

“Rayn…” I answered. She panted, cradling her newborn son in her arms. “What a wonderful name. Perhaps next season we will make a child that has that name.”

I blushed. “They may have that name as long as I have the privilege to watch their mother as she bears that fruit.” 

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if i don't lay a huge egg in public that makes me cum over and over as I struggle to push it out well whats the fucking point

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Mastur-birth-tion

18+ MDNI

3300+ Words

Wendy had always been a size queen as long as she could remember. She loved the sensation of wonderfully round objects filling up her holes. She loved teasing the tips of them around her labia before pressing the object with firm desire on her opening. At first her vagina would yield, digging slightly into her pelvis before any stretching would start at all. 

She could get acquainted with the temperature. Cold objects ran shivers down her entire body often making her more sensitive. Then… A slip. She would gasp from deep within her chest as the cold cylinder would slip inside of her, her eyes would roll into the back of her head as she tried to hang on to consciousness, Wendy’s head a fuzzy mess from the pleasure. She would rather be stuffed with something warm, feeling it burn up the insides of her pussy as she stretched and strained to warm up her belly.

With her legs spread she would push out toys all night, as hours went on she would increase the size of them as the night would go on to shameful sizes. Each toy would only edge her until the largest she could take would make her black but in an orgasm.

It was a sensation she was long robbed of for the majority of her pregnancy. From the safe period, to moving into her new apartment, nausea and aches she rarely found time to masturbate as she once did. Wendy was at least 9 months removed from her last size play.

One of her favorite parts was staring at herself while she carried around the toy. A mirror facing the foot of her bed, she would take a long, hard look at her body. Her toy would bulge impressively, pushing out her skin to the outside, she would often poke the bottom of her pelvis to move it under her skin, biting her lip in pure bliss.

This morning her full term pregnant belly gave her a reminder of what a sight she truly was. She stared at herself in the mirror completely naked as her morning routine typically went. Wendy sat on her knees with a pillow between her thighs. Her right hand was occupied by a wanded vibrator on its highest setting, bouncing frantically on her pillow. 

“Unf… Aah… Yes… Yes....” Wendy mumbled, staring at herself in the mirror. She was ginormous, with her belly occupying her body. At this stage of her pregnancy her belly hung low, beginning to imitate the feeling of the toys she was getting ready to push out. 

“Ooh… Fuck… Yesss” She moaned, getting her other hand to rub her belly. As she got to her climax she drew her fingers around her stretch marks, the scars that she could only wish her toys would leave on her. 

“Mmmmmm…” She groaned with her teeth clenched. Wendy pressed her fingers into her belly, trying to feel her baby through her tightly stretched skin. 

“Ffuck!! Cum!!! Cumming!!!!” Wendy leaned her body forward into the orgasm grinding on her pillow to dig the nice, smooth silicone head of her vibrator over her puffed sensitive lips. 

The orgasm made her heart race, gave her a full body sensation and a tingle and made her breathe through her mouth. A braxton hicks contraction came over her belly. “Ahhhhh…. Ohhhhhh.” She moaned as it all came to an end.

As was the case for most days, Wendy wasn’t satisfied. She rode her pillow as compensation for not currently having a man, and having a man was rehab for stuffing herself full of huge toys during her pregnancy.

Suddenly, something inside of her gave in. Wendy rolled off from her bed and waddled over to her kitchen. She returned with her hands full of various foodstuffs of all shapes and sizes. Eager and not wanting to let herself come to her senses, she lay all of the groceries on the floor along with her designated humping pillow and her wand. 

Wendy had to lift her belly up to see her pussy in the mirror. Panting, she licked her fingers and spread herself wide. It appeared her lips had gotten fatter since she last tried stuffing. 

With her lips held open, she sucked the wide section of an uncooked chicken egg and began to insert it into her vagina. Wendy stared as the white egg began to become enveloped in her outer lips before feeling it inside of her. And then, she felt herself stretch. 

Even a relatively small item like an egg forced Wendy to cover her mouth with the sensation. It was the first tie in months she had been penetrated with anything but her fingers. And just like that, none of the white shell was anywhere to be seen inside of her. 

She tried to find the egg on the surface of her vagina, but all she grabbed was the base of her pregnant belly. Wendy’s muscle memory began to kick in. 

She spread her legs out before the mirror, holding them apart by her knees as she began to push. “Ooo…” She groaned as she mustered up the force inside of her. 

Pushing as she once did, she could feel the egg start to descend down her vagina into her opening. A little bit of the white tip of the egg began to slightly peek out from inside of her. 

“Haa. Haa. OO!” She gasped as the widest part of the egg shot from the force of her pushing. It missed the protective pillow and popped comically from her pussy onto the carpet in front of her, covered in her viscous juices. In response, her baby gave it’s mother a couple kicks from inside of the womb, feeding Wendy’s desires further to rub her expanded belly in response 

Her face was red like masturbation hadn’t done to her in so long, her head began to tingle, her whole body going back into remission over the sensation of bulging once more. 

She missed the feeling of being penetrated deeply, and she thought the egg  had potential to go much deeper.

Wendy’s second item was a banana wrapped in a plastic bag, making sure none of the woody ends would stretch her up on the inside. For her own reference, she held the banana up to her hip level and measured it against her torso. From her hips to the tip, the fruit measured all the way to her popped belly button. For what it was, at least her big, pregnant belly had already dropped for labor.

She got on her knees for this one, aligning the banana behind her she brought her increased full weight down onto the banana. Stretching her vagina open more in it’s deepest than it had ever been she couldn't help but to roll her eyes and bite her lip, grabbing a hold of her milk filled breasts as if she was riding a real cock. 

Up from the pillow the stem of the banana stuck out like a handle from under Wendy. With a loose grip on the stem she began to feed it deeper into her vagina until it rang like a doorbell on her dropped cervix. “Hnnnghh.. OOOhhhhh!” She moaned with her eyes crossed as her baby was tussled beneath her skin. 

Her body was more reluctant to release the banana, Wendy’s hands fought the suction of her pussy. It left with an audible pop from her pussy. 

For the biggest object she had taken with her, it shared a name with her belly button that poked out. A navel orange was taken straight out of the fridge and sat by her thighs as she pushed out the banana. Staring at the cold, porous surface with the navel to poke inside, her body began to tremble in anticipation.

Lifting her belly and spreading her lips again, it took both hands to apply constant pressure into her puffy pussy lips. Her fingers fed the orange into her vagina slowly and she could feel herself getting stretched. Looking into the mirror the vibrant orange from the fruit began to become engulfed again, surrounded in her darkened pregnant pussy. 

Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head. There was no slip, instead, the widest part of the orange stretched her vagina open all the way forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. “AAAhn!!!” Wendy yelped. She looked at herself in the mirror, and even inside of her the large orange slightly parted her lips. She wondered if that was about 10 centimeters pushing her apart.

Wendy leaned back to the support of her bed puffing while the orange shifted inside of her. She bit her lip, planting her legs onto her carpet and began to bear down. “OOoooohhh!!!!” Wendy moaned, feeling the orange begin to stretch her apart. She saw her folds hugging the fruit.  

“Mmmnfff!!!” she squealed behind closed lips, she felt her legs tremble while she continued to push down. Slowly, the sphere came into her view. Wendy grinded on her pillow, struggling to feel the orange at the base of her vagina. As it began to move down she felt the navel of the orange that shifted, it’s irregular shape and feeling driving her mad. 

“Guhhh!!! OOOOOOH!” She hooked her thighs under her knees, aggressively prying her legs apart. Looking past her belly, the orange was coming to a full crown inside of her. Wendy’s heart raced. “Hoo… Hoo… HOOO!”  she began to pant, her head started to get fuzzy. At the oranges widest point her lips strained and started to turn white and sore.

She scrambled to get her vibrator, and turning it to the highest setting she fumbled her wand around trying to find her clit under all of her belly in the mirror. “Come on… Come on…!” She whispered to herself in anticipation. She felt the silicon head on her most sensitive area and flipped the switch. 

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!” 

In one click all the sensations came together packaged in a powerful orgasm. The sudden stimulus from the vibrator caused her to jolt. One deciding push purged the orange out of her vagina. The force got it to roll beside the other foodstuffs, and by the end, she threw her arms down and relaxed.

Her breaths were slow and deep out of her mouth, satisfied by finally being able to push out heavy objects once again. Sweat rolled down her forehead with her legs still wide open. A barrage of kicks pummel the top of her belly forcing a gasp out of the recovering mother. 

“Sorry to startle you, I really, really needed that.” Wendy barganed, giving her belly a couple affectionate rubs. With some TLC her baby calmed down their storm inside of her glowing belly. 

“Ow!” She winced under a sharp pain that seized her womb. Despite the contraction her tendencies kicked in, causing Wendy to grind her thighs together in pleasure. “Hey, stop that!” she gasped with her eyes closed, grinding out the contraction inside of her against the pillow. 

Her stomach tightened again. An audible rupture was heard from outside of her body that forced Wendy’s legs apart again. 

“ANNNNHHH!” She cried as a torrent of fluids spewed out of her tender pussy. Her amniotic fluids drenched everything in front of her, seeping into the pillow and the carpet even getting onto the mirror. Her water had broken 

“Oh no… Don’t come yet! I just came!” she hollered trying to get to her feet to reach the phone. No longer suspended in their watery home, the baby’s weight bore down under her pelvis with her legs getting up to a squat.

“Urrrrrrghhhhhh!!!!” She moaned while her baby’s head began to force its way through their mother's cervix. Stumbling off of her feet, Wendy was on her butt again.

“O-oh?” she groaned. Another contraction slowly squeezed her midsection. In front of her eyes and a mirror her uterus began to shrink and squeeze on the baby that had grown inside of her for 9 months.

“Mmmmmmhhhaha!!!!” Wendy moaned. Her eyes shot into the back of her head through the sensation. Ever the size queen, what she was about to push was deeper than any toy she had ever inserted before.

As the contraction strained it’s hardest Wendy swore she saw the outline of her baby, the thought of the size of her child inside of her drove her mad. Suddenly her heart began to race again. Her mouth hung open.

“It feels good…” she reassured herself. Wendy spread her legs open. Still tender from the size play from earlier she was hesitant to check her dilation. Bracing herself, her middle finger slipped into her wet pussy, sending warm pleasure into the rest of her body.

 “Uh, hhAH-” she bit down on the side of her arm as her fingers brushed passed her opening cervix. “Hoo… hoo... Hooo.” She blew into her forearm inspecting the fine details of her birth canal with her fingers. Her cervix was opened up slightly, and at the very center of it she felt a warm, round, hard shape lodged heavily into place. “My baby…” Wendy moaned, rubbing the top of the head with her middle finger. 

“Guhh!!” She wrenched. Feeling the brunt of another contraction come quickly. The head began to slide quickly under her fingers, forcing apart the unconditioned cervix to 10 centimeters easily. “Grrrrnghhhh!!!!” Wendy groaned to the unique feeling of her cervix dilating.

Her insides tingle in euphoric pleasure, her heart raced faster and faster, out of sync with her labored breaths. The contracted ended with beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahnnnnnnnn!!!!!” 

Her break was interrupted by another contraction brutalizing her belly again. While Wendy’s belly began to tighten, she placed her hands on the top of her belly. “Oof… arrngh!” She winced and panted, feeling her child’s kicks recoiling against her drum tight uterus. “I know you’re stressed baby, but work with me-OOOOOwwwwwwww!!!!”  

The head began to move to the top of her birth canal, slowly opening her vagina to a weight, shape, and warmth she never felt before. “Hah… hah… hnnnnnfff!!!!” she moaned as the baby descended down her birth canal. The baby was lodged into her pelvis like a cannonball, forcing Wendy’s legs to stay open. Wendy’s hands followed the trace of her baby as it continued to move lower and lower down her pussy.

“Push… I need to push” she reminded herself. Uncomfortable in her current position, she shifted to the only position that felt right in with her huge, laboring baby bump. Wendy hooked her arms under her knees again, spreading herself wide open to view all of herself in the mirror. 

“Heeee… hoo!” She took in deep breaths waiting for the next contraction to push with. Her belly started to seize up under her fingers and she felt the baby slowly start to move once more under the constricting pressure of her uterus.

“Hee hee hoo, hee hee, hooOOOOOOO!” Wendy bore down with all of her strength, propelling the baby slowly and steadily down her birth canal, filling her vagina with her baby’s entire head and shoulders. The sensation! The pleasure! A weight like nothing else spreading her apart made Wendy absolutely feral, salivating while extending her knees to bring her legs high above her head. 

“It feelsh sho GOOODDD!” she yelled through clenched teeth. She bore down, harder and harder, pushing until her belly would contort itself and turn hot. As the contraction ended Wendy let her legs down, her breaths even more raggidy than the last contractions. She looked down to the sight of her slit open to the sight of a wet head of hair thoroughly stretching her labia folds. Some of her white vaginal fluids decorated the surface of her baby’s exposed head. Her heart could not stop.

The top of her belly began to deflate, signs of her baby travelling further downwards. Out of line with the next contraction, Wendy couldn’t wait to indulge, she rubbed the outline of her belly further, agitating the large heavy orb she carried around with her. “Hooo… Hooo. It feels so good to be pregnant…. Hmmmmngggg!!!” She groaned, spreading her pussy out to it’s limit. 

Wendy’s legs hung wide open while she pressed her force to her abdomen, beginning to expel her child out into the world. She could feel the finest details of her baby’s face rubbing against her tender, moistened vaginal folds. The hairline passing through, divits of her baby’s eyes, finally, stopping its nose.

“Shhhnnnrrrghhh! AAaaaaahHHHh… Cum… Oh my god... I’m going to cum! RRRaaaaNNNGGHHHHH!!!!!” She cried, the head popping out with an audible pop and a squirt of steaming fluids onto her floor. Wendy’s pussy had never been stretched so intensely before! 

Her tongue hung out, her chest heaved up and down. “One…. More!!!” She told herself. Wendy parked her heels onto the ground. She held her own sheets behind her as the final contraction began. Wendy threw her hips forward, in a decisive strain, pushing all of her force into her uterus she let out a powerful cry. “GRRRRRAAAAAAANggHGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Wendy screamed

To her dismay, the head did not budge, exhausted, Wendy slid back further with her throat and pussy on fire. “Nonono! Don’t be stuck!” she cried, looking everywhere to try to find a solution.

While she waited she began to feel the baby’s head begin to move and begin to take its first breaths during their own birth. She could feel her newborn's hands and feet begin to move inside of her. She had to move fast. 

Wendy puffed her breaths, finding the fastest way to free her baby’s shoulders. That's when she saw her loyal wand to her right. Hesitating for a moment she held her breath while her baby’s shoulders grinded into her pelvis. “Ow… owowowow!” 

She switched the head of her vibrator on, the familiar recoil hanging particularly heavy in her hands. She was really about to masturbate her baby out. Feeling the kicks towards the center of her belly now caused her to bite her lips. Her belly began to constrict once more. She regained her breath and her hands started to shake, a mixture of anxiety… and anticipation. SHe began to salivate at the thought of her baby’s shoulders slipping free to welcome the baby’s whole body.

The pain started to take control of her belly, it was time for her to push. “Hoo… hoo…” she winced in pain, grabbing her belly. “Ddon’t worry… you’re going… hnnnnghhhhh… to… hah… be born soon.” 

She brought the silicone head to her pussy slowly. The vibration could be felt between the space, Wendy stood no match to the feeling as contact was made. Pleasure shocked into her entire body like electricity, tension from her uterus fought with her muscles' ability to feel the vibrations, combining into a fiery combination between her legs. 

“URRRRRRRGHHHHHHHNNNN!!!!!” she howled. Wendy’s hips shot into the air, the positional change freeing the caught shoulder. She wielded the vibrator with both hands, relentlessly grinding against the head as she kicked the toy up to it’s highest setting to feel the wand drill into her clitoris while her baby emerged.

“FUAAAH… annnnghhhh FUUUUUUCKKKKK.” Wendy snarled. She grabbed her sheets behind her, curling her toes. One shoulder popped free from her pussy. Her climax was teased for so long, and after her crowing, after her entire pregnancy, she could feel the size and weight of all 10+ pounds of child that she was so close to pushing out.

Her baby’s weight began to slide out of her completely. Her vision was going white and she was losing all senses of control over her body.“GONNA… FUCKING. CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!!!!!!!”

With a pop and a geyer of juices the second shoulder emerged. Wendy’s baby slid safely onto the pillow. Her hips fell and Wendy’s body was left twitching on the foot of her bed. She breathed slowly, ragged breaths to get air back into her body.

Loud cries from a healthy pair of lungs filled her bedroom and the new mother scrambled to her butt urgently scooping up her baby and holding her to her chest. “I’m sorry, aahhh. I think I got carried away…” She kissed her newborn on the head, her heart racing. “I might have to get you a sibling soon though…”

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was itching to make a new oc so uhhh here they are LOL bonus anthro version cuz i dont have an anthro oc yet

design is very much a wip lmao it will probably change as i draw them more

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